#that means Blue looks teal but everyone else is perfect

[zarvasace]

Sketch request: Shatterproof colors? Their differences in mobility are really cool to me.

Ready for battle! I am very glad I colored this but it is very much time for bed

[bloodfin]

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Rain Ghoul x Dewdrop Ghoul x Phantom Ghoul (plus some background polyghouls)

Rated: E for Explicit, 18+ only

Word Count: 4.347

Summary: Dew spills some wine on Rain's pretty moonrise outfit; shenanigans ensue

Pronoun tags for this fic: She/Her Rain, He/Him Dewdrop, He/They Phantom (everyone has a dick today)

Warnings: pre-existing relationships (and therefore pre-existing kink negotiations), ma'am kink, mommy kink, alcohol consumption, blood kink/drinking, spitting, aether is always a little stressed (and gets called daddy once), handjob, blowjob, anal fingering, spit as lube, anal sex, dumbification, come play, come eating, there is so much come, praise kink, knotting, breeding kink (very mild and only if you squint but just in case), horribly unreliable narrator, no beta we die like nihil; as is typical of my writing sensitive kink (mommy in this case) has been italicized and bolded for easy skipping - i know this isn't a kink for everyone, please keep yourself safe

Author’s Note: as always please mind the tags and don't read if anything squicks you out! i fear my brainrot is now terminal and i am making that everyone else's problem (sorry). if i missed a tag in the warnings or you think i should add something please let me know - i try and be thorough! enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

additional disclaimer: this is about literal demons straight from hell and has absolutely nothing to do with the actual band members of Ghost, unless someone dyed themselves blue or gold and we all missed it

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Vernal equinox had passed, but the ghouls were still in celebration mode, the walls of the den overflowing with small paper flowers. The pink moon was due to rise - the first full moon of spring always cause for extra celebration. It was welcomed around the abbey by all members for ushering in growth and change, solidifying partnerships of all sorts. 

Phantom, Aurora, and Dew decorated while Sunshine and Cirrus cooked, the den slowly filling with the warm smell of freshly baked bread. Mountain and Aether were arranging the plants to best receive the moon's energy, while Swiss and Cumulus worked on setting up a large nest in the center of the den. 

The only one absent from the preparations was Rain, but her packmates were certain that she would come by when she was ready if she felt so called. Every moonrise was different, but this moon in particular had a strong effect on her. Sometimes the pull was so intense she would spend the evening at the bottom of the lake worshiping in her own way, or she would slink away with the other water ghouls of the abbey. 

Today, however, she wanted to play with her pack, painting her face with a gentle pink blush and lipstick. It stood out beautifully against her navy-freckled teal skin, making her sharp teeth seem even brighter. She hummed at her reflection once she finished smudging her eyeliner, the red she put on the waterline bleeding into faded black. Predatory. 

Rain was flicking through her closet when the smell of dinner wafted under her door, her ears flickering once they picked up on the sound of quiet laughter. She huffed, passing over dress after dress, jumpsuit after crop top, nothing feeling quite right or looking as powerful as the moon was making her feel. She was fiddling with her belly ring when her eyes landed on a small black skirt next to the laundry that she had been meaning to return. One more wear wouldn’t make her anymore late on giving the clothing back to its rightful owner, right? 

“Perfect,” she smiled to herself, wriggling into the skintight black leather miniskirt, sporting a slit that left absolutely no thigh to the imagination. It hugged every part of her perfectly, highlighting where her cock was straining against a too small pair of panties. Once satisfied with its placement she put on a black lace bandeau, followed by a sheer black crop top. 

The only thing missing was shoes, and she slipped into pink heels that matched her lipstick before heading out the door, her tail wagging slowly through the air. 

When she rounded the corner into the den’s common room the air shifted, the whole pack taking a collective breath when they saw her. 

“Wow,” Swiss whispered under his breath, his foot tapping rapidly under the table. 

“Mo- mo- mom-m-” 

Phantom was stuttering, frozen in place before Cumulus clapped her hand over his mouth, whispering in their ear. 

“She will eat you alive baby. Let her get settled, she just got here.” 

Their ears started to twitch like he was going to make a move, but when they saw how Rain's teeth seemed to glow in the light he nodded, leaning into Cumulus's side, content to watch for the moment. Dew, however, was not. He wanted Rain near him always, and especially now. 

Dew was probably a little too inebriated to be attempting anything close to chivalry, but anytime he saw Rain like this his brain deflated while his blood supply funneled south. 

“Saved you a chair, beautiful,” he hummed, standing to pull out the seat beside his own. 

He should have left his glass on the table, really, but the thought didn't cross his mind until he bumped into Rain, burgundy wine sloshing out of his glass to drip down her exposed stomach. The room was still, Mountain having sucked in a sharp breath while Aether started to stand, readying himself to intervene. The sparkle of Dew's skin began to fade as his face fell, turning to run into the kitchen for a towel. 

He didn't make it very far, Rain's hand reaching out to grab the back of his neck. She pulled him back and pushed him to his knees, leaning on the chair. 

“Clean your mess, Dewdrop.” 

Aether breathed a sigh of relief and plopped back into his chair while the color returned to Phantom's face, eager to see what was next. His tail thumped quietly on their chair. 

Dew looked at Rain for a brief moment before dropping his head, speaking quickly. 

“Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am.” 

Rain's eyes dilated and her fingers flexed, breath stuttering for just a moment when Dew’s hot tongue met the cool skin of her stomach, lapping up the wine. He made sure to clean around the band of her skirt first, knowing how much she hated stains. 

Once he felt the area was thoroughly cleaned he delicately worked his way to her belly button, wrapping his tongue around the glittery, dangling jewelry and sucking it clean. He tongued around the attached belly chains, not wanting to miss a single drop. There was a quiet moan from behind them, but Dew didn't dare lift his eyes, focusing instead on the beautiful creature before him.

Rain stuck her hand out and Cirrus placed Dew's half spilled glass of wine into it, complimenting her skirt. 

She smiled while she swirled the glass in her hand, bringing it to her nose for a quick sniff. 

“Thank you, I've been meaning to return it -” 

Cirrus's laugh sounded like little bells in the wind. 

“Please, keep it. You look better in it then I do.” 

Rain smiled and bent to the side, knocking their horns together. “You're too sweet to me Cici, I'll be sure to properly thank you later.” 

She smiled back, blowing her a soft kiss before returning her attention back to Mountain, tugging him from the table and towards the nest. Chairs scraped on the floor as everyone shuffled around, still watching Rain and Dew’s exchange.  

Rain studied the glass of wine in her hand, turning it slowly. It was her favorite one, thick and full bodied, a few citrus notes at the end. 

Expensive. 

“How many dicks did you have to suck to get this?” 

Dew shrugged while lapping at her cool skin. It didn’t matter to him so he didn't keep count, he would do anything for his mate. Anything to see her smile, even if he wasn't sure she'd attend the evening festivities. 

“Four,” Sunshine giggled from Cumulus's lap. Rain purred, licking the tips of her fangs. 

Dew had finished his task and was sitting back on his heels, looking up to watch Rain take another sip of the wine. His tongue darted out from between his lips with a quiet whimper. Rain looked down at him, one perfectly done brow raised. 

“Need more?” 

Dew nodded his head rapidly before opening his mouth wide, groaning when Rain slipped her thumb into his mouth, pulling at his cheek. She took a large sip of wine before setting the glass down, bending at the waist to bring her lips to Dew's. His sharp gag as he struggled to swallow triggered a series of muffled groans and the slick sounds of hands meeting wet skin. 

“Thank you ma'am,” he panted, struggling to speak around her thumb. He rolled his head to the side, exposing his thick veins and the silvery scars of their prior couplings. 

“Got plenty for you, too, if you need.” 

Dew often begged to be bitten where his gills once were, aching to feel something there again. But now he was offering in submission, to let Rain take what she needed under the power of the moon. 

Her tongue darted out of the corner of her mouth as she looked him up and down. 

With a quick nod of her head Dew was scrambling towards the nest, quickly divesting himself of his clothes as he went. She slowly followed him, sinking to her knees to pull his back to her chest, running her nose along his neck. 

“Please,” Dew sighed, flexing his claws against his thighs.

Rain inhaled deeply against his cinnamon-scented skin, fangs fully dropping before she sank them into the crook of his neck, blood quickly filling her mouth. He groaned low, the pitch only going higher when she took his hard cock into her hand, slowly stroking him from root to tip as she drank. 

“Rainy,” Aether warned gently from across the nest, voice cracking with the way Swiss had his mouth wrapped around his cock. 

She pulled herself from Dew's neck, licking at the corner of her mouth to gather a drop of his shimmering blood. 

“Don’t worry so much daddy, Dewdrop knows his limits. Would never hurt him more than he wants, promise.” 

“All good Aeth,” Dew agreed, raising a thumbs up which quickly dropped back to the pillows with a loud purr when Rain started to clean the wounds at his neck. Her tongue slowly worked around each puncture, her fist mimicking the movements of her mouth against the quickly darkening head of his cock. 

Aether nodded and fell back on his elbows, digging his fingers into Swiss’s hair, determined to enjoy the first night off in… a while. But a set of eyes still remained fully planted on Rain and Dew, the movement of a flickering tail catching her attention from the corner of her eye. 

“You okay bug? Not in the mood to play?” 

Dew barely opened his eyes, biting into his lower lip with a groan as Rain gently stroked him. 

“Wanted to watch, if that's okay with you both mm-ma'am.” 

Dew was nodding before he even finished their sentence, and Rain was grinning like a shark, Dew's crimson blood smeared all over her lips and chin. She didn't miss the way Phantom's eyes dropped to her mouth, watching her lick another spot clean. 

“Just want to watch?” 

Phantom blinked hard before forcing their eyes away from the mess, chewing at the corner of his lip. 

“He um… He just smells really good.” 

“Would you like a taste, sweetness?” 

Phantom nodded eagerly, eyes back on her mouth. “Please ma'am, please.” 

Rain beckoned him over with two crooked fingers, stifling a laugh at the eager way Phantom's tongue licked across her chin. Dew whined in her lap, quickly hushed by the drag of her pre soaked fingers up his chest to toy with the bar running through his nipple. 

Phantom hummed as he licked at her lips and chin, quiet thank you's between their breaths. 

“So polite,” Rain smiled, holding his chin to kiss them deep and slow. Phantom groaned when she slipped her tongue into their mouth, filling him with the taste of a beachside bonfire and hot iron. It was intoxicating, and they would let her have every ounce of air in his lungs if they could stay just like this forever. 

When they broke apart Phantom was a panting mess, claws digging into his own thighs. 

“Thank you mommy -” 

They paused, blinking his eyes and shaking their head to clear it. 

“Sorry thank you mommy -”

Another huff, trying to hide a whine that would rival Dew's. 

“I'm sorry momm- ma’am. Thank you ma’am.” 

Rain just smiled as she twisted Dew’s nipple between her fingers, his keen cutting through the heavier sounds of fucking that had filled the room. The way her head was tilted probably should've sent Phantom running, but instead his cock kicked against their thigh, a shiver running up his back. 

“So dumb you're having trouble speaking and I've only kissed you. Don't worry sweet little bug, mommy will take good care of you.” 

Phantom choked on their inhale as pre blurted on his leg, and Dew whined even louder, drawing Rain's attention back to him. His cock was weeping freely, begging for release while she kept teasing at his chest, working her other hand under his chin to turn him towards her. 

“Did you lose your words too?” 

Dew groaned when she started to slide her hand back towards his cock, lifting his hips to try and meet her. 

“You know I love your voice Dewdrop, if you need a moment you can watch Phantom and I play for a while.” 

Phantom's tail smacked against the pillows so quickly it sounded like someone running down the hall. Dew shook his head, voice just starting to splinter with need. 

“No ma'am, need you. Need you please.” 

“What do you need,” she cooed, pushing a lock of golden hair behind his half drooped ears. 

“Want - need your cock, your knot. Need you to fill me ‘til I swell with you, please, need you so bad.” 

Rain hummed, tapping her fingers along Dew's length while he squirmed. Phantom crept closer, kneeling in front of the pair, fangs poking into their lower lip. 

She paused, looking across both Phantom and Dew, finally settling on an idea. 

“Phantom, sweetness, you're being so good. Do you want a nice hot dick in your mouth?” 

“Please, mommy.” 

“Excellent,” she purred, kneeling tall behind Dew as she folded him to the floor.

“Why don't you come get this skirt off, without ripping it, while I get Dew all worked open hm?” 

They smiled so wide Rain was sure his ears would fall off, scrambling to her side to examine the zipper. With careful fingers Phantom undid the clasp, gently sliding the zipper down while watching Rain run her nails down Dew's back, making him arch. 

He leaned in close to her to work the band of the skirt down, breath hitching when they caught the gentle scent of orange blossoms on a sea breeze. Rain was always dangerous, the sharp iridescent scales that framed her face and joints were a reminder of that. But right now, she was deadly. 

A whine bubbled up from their throat when the band of her skirt caught on her cock, unable to bring it any lower. Rain glanced down to find Phantom gently pawing at her, looking up at her with big sad eyes. 

“Wanna be good and help you, but it's stuck. Don't wanna ruin your pretty skirt.” 

“Sweet little bug.” 

She smiled as she stood, gently ruffling their mop of hair before letting the skirt pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it and her shoes, returning to her spot behind Dew. Phantom's mouth watered at the sight of her cock hard and leaking into delicate pink lace, barely contained. 

She brought two fingers to his lips, tapping them as she spoke. 

“Get these nice and wet for me, then you can have a taste.” 

Dew groaned loud, wrapping his tail around Rain's free wrist. He pushed his ass further up, hips swaying slightly. 

Phantom moaned around Rain's fingers, wrapping their tongue around her long digits while sucking at the tips. When they pulled away he made sure to leave a thick line of saliva up her fingers, watching with rapt attention as she smeared it around with her thumb. 

She nodded her head towards Dew's exposed hole, telling him to spit. They were happy to oblige, sticky with want themselves, aching to make Rain happy. He trilled when she hummed with approval, bringing her wet fingers to Dew's hole, pressing the tip of her index finger inside. Dew's gasp was anything but quiet. 

“You're both being so good for me,” Rain praised, shifting on her legs to make the bulge of her cock more prominent. Phantom couldn't help the thin line of saliva that dripped from their fangs and down his chin. 

“Come have a taste, Ant.” 

Phantom eagerly licked across his lips, dipping down to settle against Rain's lap. They began to mouth at her cock through her already too wet panties, running his tongue up and down her length. She purred low, her free hand working into their hair while the other pressed into Dew. 

“Just the best bug, sweetest little thing,” she cooed. 

“Rainy,” Dew whined, wiggling back onto her fingers. “I need -” 

She curled her finger up, stroking against his prostate while shushing him gently. 

“I know baby, I know.” 

Dew adjusted his arms so he could rest his face against them, his back making a pretty arch. His golden skin always seemed to glitter most in dim light; he’d certainly be glowing once the moon fully rose.. Rain hummed as she worked a second finger into him, quickly followed by a third. She scissored them as much as she could, making sure Dew was starting to stretch. He was already leaking, a leftover trait from his time as a water ghoul, the slick sound filling the space. 

Phantom moaned at the sight, his drool further wetting Rain's cock. She rolled her hips gently against their chin, his attention quickly returning to suckling at her tip. 

“Please,” Dew whimpered, claws flexing into whatever poor cushion he latched on to, “ready for you now. Need to feel you, want it to ache.” 

Rain purred as she pulled her fingers from Dew, her other hand still nested in Phantom’s curls. 

“Don't worry baby, it's coming. Being so good for me. Showing off for Phantom, huh? Showing them how good you can be?” 

“Only for you ma'am,” Dew sighed, wiggling his little hips. 

Rain pinched at his nearly non-existent ass cheek before returning her attention back to Phantom, gently pulling him away from her cock. 

“Do you want to watch, or would you like to play with Dew?” 

Dew trilled, his answer obvious. Phantom had the sense to at least look like he was thinking about it before planting a kiss to her cheek and shuffling towards Dew's head, settling on their knees in front of him. 

Dew stretched out as much as he could, wrapping first his fist and then his tongue around Phantom's cock. Plum-flushed like Aether gets, although the purple was swirled with grey instead of gold. He hissed when Dew took them into his mouth, head dropping back at the heat of his tongue. 

Rain smirked as she watched them, taking her own cock in hand and pressing the head to Dew's hole. He leaned back into her, stretching himself between his partners, urging her to give him more. 

She wrapped her long fingers around the base of his tail and tugged, using the extra leverage to slide inside with a guttural moan. Dew responded with one of his own, muffled by Phantom pushing themself deeper down his throat. 

“Not gonna last,” Phantom grumbled, his hand locked around Dew's bun. “Feels too good.” 

“Mhm I know,” Rain smiled, rolling her hips to drive her cock straight against Dew's prostate. He popped off of Phantom with a little whine of protest, his breathing heavy when she began to pull at his puffy nipples. 

“Dewy isn't gonna last so long either, huh baby?” 

She asked with a particularly hard thrust into him, Phantom's eyes wide watching Dew's roll back into his head. They pulled from Dew’s mouth to rest for a moment, unwillingly to reach his end so soon. Dew’s mouth was legendary for a reason, after all. 

“Go ahead, get that pretty mouth on Dew's little cock, he wants it so bad.” 

Rain's words pulled them from their trance, blinking a few times with his head tilted just to the side before nodding quickly, shuffling back down to take Dew to the back of his throat. 

Rain wrapped one of her arms around Dew's waist and the other tangled back into Phantom's hair, rubbing gently at the sensitive skin behind their ear. Dew's hands were everywhere, flying from Rain's head to Phantom's, digging in his own thighs and pressing on Rain's, lifting his hips to help guide her into that perfect spot while desperately trying to not choke Phantom. 

She didn’t need the help, she knew Dew's body as well as she knew her own. Maybe better, even, with the way she had him moaning while dragging her cock over the perfect spot. Each roll of her hips was punctuated by one of his breathy sighs, adding to the cacophony of the room. 

Phantom for his part was chirping happily, licking long trails across the thick veins on the underside of Dew’s cock. When Rain pushed them forward he happily followed, swallowing around Dew's length with a pleased hum. Rain cooed at him from over Dew's shoulder, scratching behind his ear again before grabbing the back of his head. 

“Tap twice if you need to breathe, yeah?” 

Phantom brought his tail up and tapped the spade twice against her hand, rolling their hips gently into the nest of blankets below him. 

Rain smiled that far too toothy grin, thrusting into Dew and driving his cock further into Phantom's throat. Dew was all but jelly between them, held up by Rain's arm around his waist and Phantom’s hand pressed into his chest, his tail slowly tangling with Rain's in search of something more to hold onto. 

Phantom's tongue was good, great actually, Dew's thoughts on the matter filling the space as choked off babbling. When Phantom wrapped their tongue underneath Dew's head and sucked Dew was certain he'd open his eyes and be back in the pit, unholy pleasure running hot in his veins. 

Rain hooked her chin over Dew's shoulder, nuzzling at the space below his ear. 

“Don't swallow sweetness, let him dribble out of your mouth, down your face. That okay?” 

Phantom moaned in affirmation around Dew's length, nodding his head as best he could. It wouldn't be long now, Dew's balls were heavy in their hands, getting tighter with every thrust of Rain's hips driving him further into their mouth. 

She drove harder into him, and Dew's hands fisted Phantom's soft hair right next to Rain’s. 

“Rain, Rain, Rainy, fuck -” 

Dew's voice went high until it broke off, dying out as he painted inside Phantom's mouth. Phantom hummed as he took every drop, careful to not swallow. Once Dew had stopped pulsing they pulled away, sitting back with their head slightly tilted slightly forward before smiling, Dew's spend trickling out of his mouth and down their neck. 

“Fucking nasty,” Rain mumbled, pressing herself hard against Dew, grinding her hips to his ass. “Just how you like it, huh?”  

Dew nodded in agreement, his voice breaking on every whimper Rain pulled from him as she chased her own release. 

“Lay back bug, slide closer to me.” 

Phantom melted for her, nearly pressing themself into Dew's chest before dropping onto his back, tail shifting to rest on Dew’s thigh. They moaned when Rain wrapped her talented hand around his length, back lifting from the pillows. 

“Haven't even been touched yet,” she cooed, and Phantom shook their head. “Such a good, patient little thing.” 

Phantom nodded hard, like he was trying to say waiting for you. 

“Whenever you like, sweetness.” 

Their voice was trapped in his throat, muffled by every unholy sound Rain could pull from them as she worked his cock at the same tempo she nailed Dew, who was putty at this point. He was limp in her arms, begging for her release, her knot. For everything, for nothing, for all of it at once. 

Phantom wasn't sure how long they'd last, and when Rain rubbed her finger across his slit to gather a pearl of pre just to taste it they knew it wouldn't be long. 

She hummed in pleasure at the tang of him, mixed with the carbonated vanilla of their benzoin scent. Her hand quickly returned, long manicured fingers wrapping around their length, pulling in the most devastating way. 

Phantom could feel their eyes crossing as he watched, Rain's hand firm against him, the other tight around Dew. They brought their tail to where Rain and Dew’s were tangled together, joining the heap. 

Dew was crying now, his cock hard again, gold skin glistening. He begged, Rain purred, Phantom tried to keep their claws to themself but he looked so pretty, eyes screwed tight under a crown of sweat, his golden bun no longer neat and tidy. So they reached out, grabbing Dew by the base, feeling his little knot start to inflate under their hand. And if Phantom thought Dew had been crying before, well… He was really going now. 

“Little bug is being so sweet to you, aren't they,” Rain purred, licking below the shell of Dew's ear as she slowly ground her knot into his rim. 

“Yeah, yeah you both are. Need it ma'am, need your knot, need to cum -” 

The movement of Rain's hips became more frantic as she pressed more firmly into Dew, hissing when his tight body finally swallowed her knot, enveloping her in delicious heat. Dew keened, high pitched and devastated as he came into Phantom's hand, a string of thankyouthankyouthankyou falling from his wine stained lips. 

Dew was babbling, words broken and punctuated with breathy moans. Phantom wasn't much quieter, egging Dew on with their own muttering. C'mon Dewy, come for mommy. Make a mess, make me a mess. 

Rain followed quickly, the squeeze of Dew around her knot too much, biting into his neck with a groan from the depths of her throat. 

Phantom wasn't sure what brought them to the edge. Dew's hot come, the scent of his blood, the noise Rain made when she slid fully into his body. Maybe it was the way her calloused fingers rubbed against their frenulum with a talent flick of her wrist. All he knew was that they were floating, high in space, coated from the chin down in their own and Dew's release. 

He stirred when they heard Rain shuffling on her knees, laying down next to them with Dew tight in her arms. He hissed a little at the shuffle but it was good natured, her knot still buried tight inside his hole. Dew shuffled a bit closer, admiring the mess that was Phantom before turning his head to bat his lashes at Rain. 

“Go ahead Dew,” Rain smiled, blood dotting her lips. “Clean up your mess.”

[ask-overwatch-heroes]

Happy Holidays! I have gifts for everyone! Their own Pokémon friends!

Mauga: A little Mudkip with a red bow! A mixture between an Axolotl and mud fish, kinda.

Zarya: A cute Snubbull with a pink bow! Pink and cute!

Tracer: A baby Doduo with orange and blue bows! Speedy two headed bird!

Winston: Baby Slakoth with a jar of his favorite snack, peanut butter! A sleepy, slow guy but he means well.

Sigma: Three Miniors, each with a different colored core! Living meteors and Zero gravity buddies!

Illari: Helioptile with a golden yellow bow! A lizard that turns solar energy into electrical energy!

Ana: A baby Rowlet with a bright blue boy! An owl that has sharp eyes and a love for horticulture!

Soldier 76: A Lilipup with a blue and red checkered bow tie! This good Boi has a strong sense of smell and is loyal to a fault!

Tobjorn: A Sentret with a blond bow! It’s referred to as the Sentry Pokémon, because it keeps watch from a top it’s strong tail.

Reinhardt: A group of courageous Falinks! These six brave Pokémon fight as one powerful unit!

Zenyatta: A Dunsparce with a teal ribbon and its favorite toy, a colorful beach ball. Honestly, Dunsparce’s face reminds of you a little bit, chill, mysterious and adorable.

Hanzo: A Deino with a royal blue ribbon! He’s a biter but with a little bit of tender loving care and a lot of elbow grease, he’ll still bite you. But they’ll be love bites.

Genji: A pair of Applin with a white and green bow (Gift the other to Angela, because in Galar it’s considered a love confession.) alongside a sweet, sour and syrup apple (because the type of apple it burrows into determines what it evolves into). Good luck~!

Mercy: A Comfey, with a white bow. These beautiful fairies are kind healers who love to collect beautiful flowers!

Junkrat: (Wearing bomb protection armor) This is Voltorb. They explode when angered… or when they get excited… or scared- it explodes because it want to, so be careful! (Runs away.)

Roadhog: A Tepig with a grey bow. This adorable porker is warm, friendly and full of energy, a perfect emotion support buddy!

(Part 2 is coming soon)

Mauga: YES! Now, this is a present! They will fit in perfectly with my family of Axolotles!

Zarya: Yes! A tough friend! I wonder how much you can lift. Gah! It doesn't matter! You'll be strong in no time!

Tracer: Heck yeah! I've always wondered. If I spin your heads fast enough, would you fly like a helicopter?

Winston: My mantra: What's better than eating peanut butter alone? Eating it with friends!

Sigma: Fascinating! I look forward to exploring the mystery and beauty of evolution that would create something like you.

Illari: A creature after my own heart. We will do well together, young one.

Ana: Well, as long as they can carry my watering can to the places I can't reach anymore, they'll do good here!

Soldier 76: Hey there, little guy! I may not be as spry as i used to be, but you'll still get plenty of walks... and treats.

Torjörn: Perfect! You can be my eyes as I build my turrets on the field!

Reinhardt: A powerful unit! We will fight valiantly together!

Zenyatta: Ah, a very peaceful and friendly soul. I believe we will be close companions.

Hanzo: I do not have time for anything that requires 'elbow grease!' Then again, I have heard stories of the majestic and powerful form this one can become. I shall accept them and name them Mittsu!

Genji: I thank you. However, I am not sure how much this will work on Angela, given... prior events.

Perhaps this will be a sign of good will, to show I am not the man I once was.

Mercy: Why, thank you! I'll be glad to have someone else around here who actually respects the importance of staying healthy!

Junkrat: You... you can explode..? Like, just... blow ya'self up..? I think I'm in love!

Roadhog: *gently holds them close to his face* I would kill god for you!

[dootznbootz]

Yoooo ok can we get a full visual description of both your Helen and Menelaus? Like, maybe if I wanted to doodle them? 🥹🙏

That's so goshdarn sweet!!! I would actually combust if you did that!!!! 😭 Honestly it's...Not too different from what you already have (as I honestly see your Helen/Menelaus as canon as...I just really love them🥺 You're so talented and you're so sweet.) Only thing different is Helen is tall and chubby and very minor things with Menelaus

Especially Menelaus, He's just a little taller than Helen and has kind of a more longer hair as "Long haired Achaeans" means so much to me. And As we get more descriptors for him in the Epics which already fit your Menelaus design to a T for me! :D But ALSO in the Epics, Helen is NEVER described in detail. And with your Helen you already have what's in my brain. As it's VERY important that she has STRIKING teal/blue eyes and Thick curly black hair and that's something you already have! (Both Penelope and her have: Blue eyes and black hair. It's just that Penelope's is straight hair and her eyes are more silvery blue (gray-eyed Athena also favors her). Everything else about them is different physically though and that's a big deal in my fics. >:)

As I said I imagine Helen being like Rose Quartz in Body as she towers over most and is quite intimidating in a way because of it. She's chubbier because of Leda mostly though. While she's definitely strong, she does not have a "perfect flat tummy".😤 It's perfect but not flat.

She looks like this to me because...she's adorable. and also that, although I later learned that (most likely) Mycenaean/Minoan beauty standards were thin waists (based on the statues and murals on the Palace of Knossos walls), I already saw stuff on rounder faces and chubbier gals being beauty standard during later periods and while both are beautiful, Chubby Helen was in my head and she lives there now. (You can very clearly tell who are Zeus' children and who are Tyndarius'... As both Pollux and Helen tower over everyone. But Tyndarius loves all his kids regardless.🥹 No favoritism! If one sister steals her sisters hairbrush without asking it doesn't matter if they are Zeus' or His bio children, "You Go apologize to your sister right now!")

also there was this old cartoon art I saw and it just SCREAMED "HELEN!" to me. It's this old comic with a woman called Hilda and she's just SO cute and sassy and full of life!! (The post if you want more!)

Somewhat of a mixture of these as well

Helen is tall (nearly 6'2-6'3) but Menelaus IS taller 6'6 His back is in PAIN later on in life

I hope I described things well!!! I've never really done this before!!! Let me know if I need to give more info!

[cielcreations]

Infection Spreads - Skulk Infection AU

When Tango first heard Solidarity was alive, he didn't care how weird or how odd it was. He went to run and find him immediately, but was stopped. Everyone (all of Empires and Hermitcraft) met up at spawn so Joel could tell them all at once. However, Joel screamed at them that they couldn't go to him, that something was wrong, that he was not the same.

"Then we help him!" Tango screamed.

"N-NO!" Joel yelled, "He's been taken by the skulk! He's just-"

"Skulk...?" Grian's eyes widened, "...Tango, we can't... We can't save him..."

"What?! Of course we can-"

"No, Tango." The dirty blonde grabbed the blaze hybrid's shoulders, "Listen... You need to let go."

"WHAT?!" Tango pushed the other off, getting angrier by the second, "Grian, that's-"

"I know, but listen, listen! If Timmy is infected by skulk, he's just a walking corpse. He's not..."

"...Then... Then we have to heal them and-"

"Tango, he's gone! He's dead, we can't-"

Without thinking, the blaze hybrid punched Grian back. Chaos ensued as some people held back a screaming Tango as Grian held his cheek. Tango got out of the other's grasps and left to Tumble Town, alone as the others tried to think of a way to deal with the "problem." Tango looked around Tumble Town, confused on why it was now covered completely in skulk.

"Is that my rancher?!"

Tango turned around, "J-Jimmy?!" As his eyes met the dirty blonde's, he finally understood what Grian and Joel meant.

"OH MY GOD! IT IS!" The other ran over, taking the other's hands in his, his eyes glowing teal, "My rancher! Light of my life! I missed you so much!"

Tango blushed, Solidarity was never this flirtatious or bold before, "...J-Jimmy, what happened to you...?"

"What do you mean, love?" The other tilted his head, confused before he gasped, "Oh! Do you mean the skulk?"

"...J-Jimmy..." Tango gently held his cheeks, "...You're so cold..."

Solidarity held the other's hand to his cheek, smiling, "You're so warm. Opposites really do attract, huh?"

"...This... What happened to you? Why..."

"Oh! I was killed but then brought back because of the skulk! Isn't that amazing! Norman's back too! Do you want to see him?! Or do you-"

"Does it hurt...?" Tango looked over the other's arms and wings, "...It has to hurt, right...?"

"It did when I was killed. But it's-"

"Your neck. Oh my god..." The blaze hybrid tilted the other's neck up, tears in his eyes, "M-My rancher... I... I should have been there. I should have protected you..."

Solidarity widened his eyes, "...No, no, light, you couldn't have done anything! I..." Tears came to his eyes, "...They killed me when they knew everyone would be away."

Tango watched as some of the skulk seemed to die, looking into the other's eyes. He watched as one turned to look... normal. His eye looked like a normal, human, blue eye.

"I-I'm scared, T-Tango!" The other whimpered, tears streaming down his face, "I-I don't want to be like this! I-I don't... don't want to loose you..."

The blaze hybrid smiled softly, "Oh, songbird... You'll never loose me." He gently tuned Solidarity's face, "I-Is there a way we can fix this? That you know of?"

"N-No..." The dirty blonde hugged the blaze, whimpering, "Y-You promise? I-I won't loose you?"

"I promise." Tango hugged him back, "You'll never loose me. I won't leave you alone. I'll find a way to give you back your beautiful yellow wings... We can have you stealing my color!" He teased.

Solidarity chuckled, "...Tango, I love you."

Tango blushed before he smiled, "I love you too, Jimmy."

"I don't want to loose you."

"You won't."

"I know."

Tango let out a yelp, feeling something stab into his back. He went to pull away, but Solidarity held him close. The dirty blonde leaned back, his eyes glowing teal again.

"S-Soli-"

"Shhhh, it's okay, I won't hurt you, I could never hurt you~" Solidarity cooed, stroking his cheek, "Everyone else will either join the skulk or die trying to fight against it. But you? You're going to rule over it with me!"

"I-I do-"

"You do?! Oh, perfect!" Tango began to loose consciousness, "Don't worry love, just close your eyes. Go ahead and sleep, I'll see you in your dreams~"

The blaze hybrid groaned before he passed out.

Solidarity picks him up and takes him back to his base. He lays Tango on a bed of skulk, the blaze hybrid in an sleep only Solidarity can wake him up from.

[vilandel]

"What is that fucking Ghostwriter writing about us again?" Nebra huffed, as she saw Rosette reading the newest chronicle of Lady Whistledown.

"Oh, just that the Silvas are enjoying themselves, that their choices on the marital market are questionable and that she wonders if it will prevail."

"Questionable?" Noelle asked, almost offended. "Why should anyone care that our choices are not within the ton or whatever? And why would you be a questionable choice, Rosette? You are a noble from this country and from a great house even!"

"But I have a reputation for being unhealthy and frail, I was invisible and overshadowed, not to mention that for most idiots out there I have no personality. Oh, and let's not forget that most of my garderobe is grey."

Rosette was talking matter of factly, but her smug grin showed again who she truly was. After all, Solids fiancée made strength out of all those so-called weaknesses.

"Give me, Rosetta, what else did she wrote?" Helena asked, taking the paper in her hands. "Dios Mio, why is she so mean to poor miss Penelope Featherington? It is not her fault her mamà puts her into such colors that don't suit her and she is a sweet person!"

"Lady Featherington has a questionable sense of fashion for her daughters, this is true," Nebra added. "Oh, citrus colors can be good, but it's not for everyone."

"There is also something about Lord Leopold... Oh, and Cressida Cowper gets her shade as well."

"Well, I have to agree on that, Cressida is a bitch, almost as much as Rosettes sister," Noelle pouted, still a bit upset that her family got the shade of Lady Whistledown today. It was true that Asta more or less comes out of nowhere, but this was no reason to remind it almost every time!

Okay, the time when she called Helena a diamond and mentioned that diamonds usually came from foreign countries had been clever. Lady Whistledown also mentioned her admiration for Zoras sharp tongue last week, when it was about putting two of Nebras suitors into place. Or the time when she complimented Rosette for her shining natural complexion while other ladies of the ton never were able to have the perfect paleness with make-up. And she even applauded Asta once for standing up against nobles... even though she also mentioned that he should be more calm and polite with his critics in the same sentence.

"There is something about the Bridgertons as well... Hey, Nebra!"

"Of course there is something about the Bridgertons. There is always something about this family and today is the wedding of the viscount with miss Kathani Sharma. Speaking up, we better get ready, the boys are waiting. Has anyone seen my teal gloves?"

"Here Nebra. Rosette, are you ready?"

"Almost, I just need to choose my ribbon for the day. So, what goes with my silver dress? Let's see... Hm, lavender purple, azure blue or spring green?"

"Purple!"

"Blue!"

"Green!"

"Flamingo Pink is it then."

That answer made the four ladies laugh. Helena couldn't help but smile as she caressed the silk of her ruby red gown. Yes, the Silvas have taken some liberties within the ton this season, more than during the last, but they weren't the only ones and after some hurdles, they were happy. Happier than anyone would imagine within the standards of the ton.

She was very happy that they were invited to the wedding of Anthony Bridgerton and Kathany Sharma. Oh, it seemed like a formality, but Helena knew that it was certainly a sign of gratitude. After all, during the Featherington Ball, the four Silva couples had been the only ones to remain on the dancefloor with lord Bridgerton and miss Sharma.

"You're coming, Helena?"

Helena turned towards her sisters-in-law. Nebra in dark teal, Rosette in silver, Noelle in orchid purple and herself in ruby red. They all look fantastic in her books.

Time to join Nozel, Zora, Solid and Asta, who were waiting for them in the entrance.

Dearest reader, It has come to this author's attention that the Silva family seems to be rather enjoying themselves this season... even though some choices are questionable and may become the centre of gossip. Foreign princess, a peasant with a sharp tongue, frail daughter of a Great House and a boy from nowhere... Will they prevail, or will the obstacles be greater?

Rosette belongs to @vilandel 💕

All of these were referenced from Kanthony scenes from the second Bridgeton season.

[prismartist]

tumble and collide, a bird in the night

Two evenings, two soulmates, and how Grian solidifies his care.

Ao3

___

The night is lit by twinkling stars when BigB leaves Box. He gives a quick peck on the cheek and a goodbye to Ren before emerging, inhaling the crisp cool air. He looks around, feeling a spike of excitement once he spots a dot of red amongst the treeline. Quickly BigB makes his way over to Grian with a friendly smile, one that Grian returns once he notices. 

“Hey,” Grian greets first, tilting his head.

“Hey,” BigB greets back. “I’m ready for our date,” he adds with a teasing tone.

Grian laughs brightly. “It really feels like one, huh.”

“I feel like I need to hold out my arm or something.”

“I mean, I don’t mind playing along.”

BigB holds out his arm, and Grian latches on. They start their serene walk, heading down the hillside towards the forest.

“There’s a spot I visit a lot that’s really nice,” Grian says. “It’s like a clearing, where you can see all the stars.”

“Well, lead the way.” 

Eventually they find it, a small space where the moonlight turns the grass from a dark blue to a light teal, the breeze sweeping through at a satisfying strength. The dirt isn’t that muddy and the grass is thick, a perfect spot to rest, so BigB and Grian make themselves comfortable in the middle, and watch the stars. BigB makes sure not to sit on the string that trails from his finger. 

It’s a cluttered kind of quiet, scattered sounds of animals and mobs carried on the wind. Everyone else must have gone to sleep by now, if not hunting at night like Etho and Joel or silently stargazing just like BigB and Grian now.

Just over the trees, the Red Velvet Keep looms.

“How are you feeling?” BigB asks once they’ve settled. 

“Like a teenage girl sneaking out to see her boyfriend,” Grian jokes. “Luckily Scar is a heavy sleeper, if the snoring is of any indication.”

BigB falters at the mention of Scar, but asks nonetheless, “How- how is Scar?”

Grian shoots him a betrayed look. “BigB, my rendezvous with you are supposed to take my mind off my universe-assigned soulmate. Don’t you know how affairs work?”

“My bad, my bad,” BigB apologizes, though he grins. 

Grian huffs, but smiles and answers anyway. “Scar is doing well. Looking after the pandas, causing us more trouble… at least he can sort of defend us. Almost makes up for stealing the enchanter.”

“He was basically asking for the siege, when he did that.”

“Yep.”

“I heard he water bucket clutched though?”

“Yeah, and literally made me shit myself,” Grian says with a dead look in his eyes, and BigB laughs. “It was impressive though, I’ll give him that. Like I said, he can defend us if need be.”

BigB hums. “Lucky you.”

“Yeah,” drawls Grian, not helping a little genuinity, “lucky me. But enough about my soulmate, how’s Ren?”

BigB lets out a small, breathy chuckle. “Ren’s great,” he says, “just always sorting out things at Box. He’s still awake actually, a bit buzzed after the kill, you know.”

Grian makes a sound of disbelief. “I still can’t believe he’s okay with us. I’ve always clocked him for the possessive type.” 

“Oh he is for sure, he wasn’t too happy when he first found out, but he’s come around to it, thankfully.”

“Lucky you.” Grian gives a sombre, dry smile.

BigB shuffles a bit closer, and Grian instinctively leans on him. There’s a slight smell of cookies and smoke as the fabric of BigB’s corduroy rustles against Grian’s ear. 

“I’m sure Scar will come around to it eventually,” BigB tries to reassure. 

Grian tilts his head a bit, pressing the side of his lips to BigB’s shoulder. “You know what Scar’s like,” Grian mutters. “I’m going to be stuck in this game of hot potato for the rest of the series. Or, I guess, ‘til one of us is dead.”

BigB looks down at Grian. “Does he know?”

“He heavily suspects. Pretty sure he did since he caught us at Bdubs and Impulse’s. Either that, or he likes to shoot me suspicious glances for funsies.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

Grian tenses against BigB. Even through the corduroy he can feel how chapped Grian’s lips are. “I don’t know,” Grian mutters weakly. BigB wraps an arm around him, and though he’s cold to the touch, Grian is grateful for the comfort nonetheless. “I guess I’m just hoping that we ignore it completely. If he asks me outright then, yeah, maybe I will have a frank conversation with him, but…”

Grian groans loudly in frustration, startling BigB, and ends up rolling onto his lap. Grian looks up with wide, conflicted eyes, their emerald colour glittering starkly against the dark grass. “It’s all so complicated,” he says in that high-pitched panicked tone he often gets, and BigB can’t help but snicker. Grian’s own string brushes against BigB’s hand.  “He infuriates me BigB, he really does, but I just- gahh, I don’t know.”

He averts his attention to the stars, trying to distract himself. BigB runs his fingers through Grian’s hair to comfort him, and Grian shudders into it. 

“You don’t want to hurt him,” BigB fills in the blanks for him. “I get that.”

As BigB strokes his hair, gradually Grian relaxes, his pursed lips parting as he watches the sky. It tends to have that effect. It’s one of the reasons why he likes this spot so much. 

It’s an effect BigB also seems to have, Grian’s noticed. The rhythm of his fingers brushing through Grian’s hair comforts him, smoothing out all the tension in his body as BigB smiles serenely. Even his eyes, Red as they may be, are comforting rather than threatening.

“Who knew picking another secret soulmate while still staying with your actual soulmate could be so hard,” Grian says, sarcastic. “It constantly feels like being pulled in two directions—do you feel that? Giving yourself to two people?” 

“Mhm.” BigB busies himself with a lock of Grian’s hair, twirling it around his finger. He tugs on it, just a bit, to see if he’d somehow feel it too. “Whenever Ren or I take damage and you don’t? It- it sucks. Probably more than it should.”

“It is kind of disheartening,” Grian agrees. “Like, we’re bound, but the universe doesn’t agree.”

“But that’s the point of the secret soulmates, isn’t it? Defying the universe and all.”

The corners of Grian’s lips quirk up. “It is.”

BigB nods, and continues combing through Grian’s hair. “Scar should be able to understand that.”

Grian softens at that, fond. “True. Goodness knows he likes going against common sense.”

BigB chuckles, then purses his lips. “I’m surprised about one thing though.”

“What?”

“I know we’re defying the universe, but I’m surprised that you’re not scared of me.”

Grian blinks. “Why would I be?”

BigB looks upon him, amused. He knows Grian can see how Red his eyes are. “Surely you’ve noticed.”

Grian chuckles. “Well, okay, I was at first, but once we had the catch-up, you know, I knew you were good. We—” he sets a hand upon BigB’s unoccupied one, “—are good.” 

“You of all people should know how being Red works.”

Grian pauses for a moment, trying to deflect. “Well you’re not trying to kill me now, which is nice.”

“Hah.”

“And if it’s of any comfort—” Grian winds BigB’s hand through his, “—if I were to be killed by anyone, I think I’d prefer it to be you.”

Something warm curls up in BigB’s chest, something sickeningly pleased. He still has to get used to the Red instinct; it’s not something he gets to have for long. So needless to say, the way BigB softens at the assurance that he could kill his secret soulmate startles him. 

“I guess it’s only fair,” BigB says, “since soulmates are supposed to… control each other’s lives, I guess. I get control over your life, and…”

He pulls out a strand of hair, incidentally. “You get control over mine,” he finishes. 

Grian hums, caressing his thumb over BigB’s knuckles. “That seems fair,” he echoes. 

“That’s how we prove ourselves as secret soulmates,” BigB jokes, “When one of us kills the other.”

Grian doesn’t smile. BigB’s hit a soft spot there, and Grian knows it’s not intentional, but his tone is still stiff as he says, “Let’s hope not.”

BigB sighs inwardly, remembering Grian’s history with allies. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s not.”

“I mean, if we are leaning into the whole ‘controlling each other’s lives’ thing—” Grian sits up, just enough to level with BigB and look him in the eye, “As long as I can help it, I’d try to keep you alive.”

The Red in BigB gurgles. 

“I don’t know if I can promise the same thing.”

“It’s not about promising. Goodness know we can’t.” Grian scoffs softly and tilts his head, partly in amusement, partly in resignation. “It’s about trying.”

BigB nods slowly. “I’ll try. As long as you do.”

“BigB—” There’s a cold determination set in Grian now, “I definitely will. I could never hurt you intentionally.”

“No hard feelings if we do, though?”

There’s a beat, and Grian moves back to BigB’s side, BigB re-wrapping his arm around him. “No hard feelings.” Grian says it in a dreading whisper. “If worse comes to worse.”

“Which definitely will happen.”

“God, probably. This game’s never been particularly nice.”

“It really hasn’t.”

“But we’ll keep on being secret soulmates—” Grian smiles kindly at BigB, the stars dancing in his eyes, “—for as long as we’re alive.”

BigB smiles back, resting his cheek on Grian’s head. “And once we’re not?”

Grian exhales, relaxing further against BigB. “Then we’ll have all the freedom in the world.”

The night washes over them, casting soft shades of blue and purple. 

___

It had felt good, at first. It really, really had. As the stalactite landed at the perfect millisecond, there was a satisfying crack that sent shivers down Grian’s spine and electricity through his veins. The scream he let out was primal, eardrum-shattering, a Red roaring in pleasure as its lust for blood was satiated. 

Then he had jumped down to inspect the damage, and saw BigB. 

He was sprawled in the doorframe, a crumpled mess, reaching out to Ren who he trailed behind (as he always had). Blood seeping from an invisible wound trickled around his wide-open eyes.

And it’s as if there’s a delayed reaction, a second stalactite that drops onto Grian, the crack resonating in his ears.

BigB was right, in a way. Grian knows well what being Red is like, because he succumbs to it so easily.

Too easily. 

The blood is slick and black-ish on Grian’s hands, like tar. He’s not sure if it’s Ren’s or BigB’s. Well, it’s both, Grian supposes. That’s how soulmates work. Grian slips off the armour, and hears Scar do the same with Ren. He knows they have very different intentions with the loot. The iron is smudged with blood, and Grian resolves to pass by the ravine’s river to wash it off.

He doesn’t pick up the body. He knows it’ll despawn before he can get it to the stone hills. Besides, the adrenaline has left an exhaustion in its wake, and Grian doesn’t much like the idea of cradling BigB’s dead body in his arms. It’s not like they have time anyways, since Martyn’s here, shooing them out of his apparent inheritance—Ren and Martyn still with their bromance, Grian assumes; did they, too, have a secret pact of their own?—, so he and Scar run out quickly, leaving the bodies to rot.

When he goes to set up the grave, Scar doesn’t follow him. Part of Grian is glad that he doesn’t. A part of him wishes he had his company. 

Well, it doesn’t really matter. Either way, they’re going to have a talk. 

It happens just as Grian returns to their little corner of the world, and he sees Scar’s fingers playfully dancing across the cactus. Ah. That explains the pinpricks he’s been feeling since the funeral. That means Scar’s not happy. 

Grian inhales, exhales. He lets BigB’s words—some of the last words he ever said to Grian—guide him as he walks towards Scar. 

“I’m home,” Grian half-heartedly greets.

“Welcome back,” Scar just as half-heartedly says with a stretched smile. “Back from your little rendezvous?” 

“I’d hardly call it that.” Grian sighs as he takes a seat on one of the mounds of dirt. Already the exhaustion of the day and the dread of the oncoming conversation is weighing on his shoulders. They start to ache. 

“Well, you know,” Scar starts in a slight sing-song tone, “what’s past is past. Might as well accept the karma and move on.”

“It wasn’t karma,” Grian snaps, with a startling venom in his voice. His words play back to him with a creeping guilt, and he quickly recoils, casting his gaze to the ground. 

Scar doesn’t turn to look at him. He’s stopped playing with the cactus at this point, but he’s still staring at it. Grian shifts uncomfortably.

“Sorry,” he says. “My nerves are just- they’re just really frazzled right now. It’s been one heck of a day.”

Scar nods, and Grian feels his gut get heavy. 

The sky is orange as the sun sets, glimmering off the cactus.

“I didn’t want BigB to die, you know.”

Grian flinches. “What?”

“I didn’t want him to die.” Scar shrugs. “Sure, I wasn’t happy with the whole secret soulmate thing you guys had going on, but I wasn’t really going to do anything about it.”

“Really?” 

Scar sighs, but there’s no drama to it like usual. Only exhaustion. “Nope,” he says, popping the “p”. “Honestly, I don’t know what I would’ve done anyways. I had half a mind to kill him—” Grian tenses, “—but… I couldn’t. I didn’t want to upset you.” 

Something indescribable tightens Grian’s chest. “I didn’t want to hurt you either.” 

The muscles in Scar’s face tense. “But I just don’t get… why you would do that in the first place.”

Grian leans forward, trying to level his voice. “You know I’ve never liked conformity, Scar.”

“Well yeah, but I just thought that, if you weren’t happy being bonded with me, you could have at least told me. It hurts more if you pretend otherwise.”

Grian furrows his eyebrows. Scar’s eyes have darkened as the sky did, and Grian thinks he’s starting to gain some clarity. “What do you mean?” 

Now it’s Scar’s turn to be startled. For the first time, he looks at Grian with confusion. “Uh, you don’t want to be my soulmate and that’s why you became secret soulmates with BigB?”

“...no?’ Grian’s confusion comes out high-pitched. “I became secret soulmates with BigB because I wanted some freedom and I really liked him. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to be soulmates with you.” He allows himself a small, cheeky smile. “I mean, I have two hands.”

Scar doesn’t respond to the joke, only staring dumbfoundedly at Grian, who swears he could see the rusty cogs turning behind Scar’s Red eyes. 

“Oh,” Scar mutters, and Grian laughs brightly despite himself. 

“Oh man, I wish I had been more honest with you now!” Grian barks out. He holds onto the string out of fear that he might topple over. 

“Wait wait wait, but I thought- I mean, you’re always complaining about me and all, I thought it was related to that!”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, Scar.” Grian forcibly straightens himself and puts on some semblance of seriousness. “You’ve caused us more trouble and brought us closer to death more than I would’ve liked, and you’re absolutely infuriating to deal with.”

“Wow, thanks,” Scar says with a sarcastic drawl, but Grian can see the start of a smile tease his lips. 

“But despite all that, I have no problem with you. I’m just used to it, at this point.”

“Th- that’s even less sweet, you know that?”

“Shut up.” Grian grins before sombering himself. “What I’m trying to say is, though I don’t really know why, or how, I’m actually rather… glad, that you’re my soulmate. I care about you, frankly, way too much. And I keep on caring about you, even though I shouldn’t.” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to organize his thoughts. “I just… I keep getting drawn towards you, I guess, and out of everyone here, I probably click with you the most. So yeah, I may be unhappy about the fact that your pain is my pain, but I’m not unhappy that you’re my soulmate. Okay?” He gestures desperately with his hands. “You get it?” 

Scar’s softens, letting Grian’s words linger in the air. Grian himself is a little less tense.

“But- BigB,” Scar then inquires. “Why did you still decide to canoodle with him? If it’s just for freedom, then isn’t that kind of selfish, like you were using him?” He gasps, in that comedic way that always amuses Grian. “In fact, if that’s the case, then I’m offended on behalf of BigB right now!”

“Hey now, let’s not get hasty.” Grian raises both his hands in mock surrender. “I just wanted to be with BigB more. And while I admit, there are benefits to having another soulmate, he is just… was just lovely. A change of pace. I mean, you know BigB.” 

“I do know BigB,” Scar affirms, “and frankly I was surprised he was participating in such devious actions behind my back—but I guess now it wasn’t all that devious.”

“Yeah. It wasn’t.”

Grian gets up and walks over to Scar, taking a seat beside him. Scar looks at him as he does, and Grian sees the calculating look in his eyes. 

“I just wanted to care for someone without it feeling forced,” he continues. 

“Forced?”

“Well, what else would you call this whole soulmate thing? The universe literally-” Grian wrings his hands for a bit, “-thrusts someone at you and makes you care about them. And like I said, I do care for you, Scar, I really do, despite everything, but-” Grian sighs. “It feels like I’m being threatened. Like someone’s holding me at gunpoint if I don’t protect you. And you know I don't like being threatened.”

“Yeah, which is why you’re so grumpy all the time.” Scar giggles, and Grian’s heart lightens. 

“Mhm. But while I do want to flip the bird at the universe, I did genuinely want to be soulmates with BigB. Ever since we ran into each other at the start, actually. He’s… kind, and polite, and funny even when he doesn’t intend to be.” Grian giggles at a surfacing memory. “Did you know, when we first met up as secret soulmates, he gave me some misshapen cookies. He claimed they were hearts, but it didn’t look like it at all. Just… lumps.”

A breath of a laugh escapes Scar, and he looks down with a smile. “That does sound funny.”

“Yeah. I did- I do care for him.” Grian brushes his hand against Scar’s, their strings tangling together. “Just as I care for you.”

Scar inhales deeply, and exhales, and it’s like the air settles around them, a decisive atmosphere of understanding. Grian had always marvelled at how easily Scar could control the space around him, trapping everyone in the vicinity under his spell. Every little bit of him—the look in his eyes, his form, the way his mouth is set—showed how he felt and how others must feel, and now, he was showing acceptance, like sand settling.

“They say that some people have a lotta love to give,” Scar says. “Do you think that applies to you?” 

Grian hums. “I dunno if ‘give’ is the right word,” he says. “More like ‘share’.”

“Yeah, I guess that fits,” Scar muses. 

Grian winds their fingers together, and Scar looks down upon their hands, giving Grian’s a squeeze.

“I really wish I’d been more honest now,” Grian says again, casting his gaze to the ground. “I wish I hadn’t treated it like a dirty secret. I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, you kind of already did when you hid it from me. But, hey.” Scar tilts Grian’s head up, and their eyes meet. Though Scar’s eyes are Red, there’s something deep in their intense hue that makes Grian soften.

Just like BigB.

Scar continues, “You told me about it, we’ve got it cleared up, and we’re all hunky-dory now, right?” 

Grian nods, then purses his lips. “There is… something else I feel bad about.”

“Hm?”

“I kinda… left Ren.” Grian winces at the surprised look on Scar’s face. “I only made a grave for BigB. I wasn’t thinking straight—don’t laugh—and I kinda. Forgot about him.”

“You know how close they were,” Scar says, mortified.

“I know I knoww, I want to fix it tomorrow. Make another grave, have a proper funeral for the both of them.” Grian looks up at Scar tentatively. “Maybe you could come with me? Say a few words.”

There’s a beat, before Scar nods and smiles. “Yeah, I can do that. They were plenty nice folks anyway, I can say some lovely eulogies for them.” 

“That’d be lovely.” Grian shuffles closer to Scar. “I don’t think I can bear going up there alone again anyway. It’s too…”

“Guilt-trippy?” Scar supplies.

Grian shoots him a look. “Less poetic than what I was aiming for, but sure.” He looks away, expression shuttering. “I promised him, you know, that I would try not to kill him,” he mumbles. “And I did anyway. That was stupid of me. Really, really-” he chokes a bit, taking himself aback. He panics at the emotion building in his chest. “Really stupid,” he croaks out.

His brain fogs over as he struggles to push down the sob building. He doesn’t want to cry, not now, not in front of Scar-

A large arm wraps around Grian, pushing him into Scar’s side. He lets out a surprised hum and looks at Scar, who looks back with a small, sympathetic smile. They’re both cold to the touch, as Reds are wont to be, but Grian still tries to find comfort in it.

“Let it out,” Scar murmurs, and Grian does. 

They sit there for a while, tears rolling down Grian’s face as he lets out small sobs, and Scar rubs his arm in comfort. The tire and the grief roll out in waves, and when Grian’s done, though his muscles feel more worn, his chest feels lighter. There’s no more ache in his shoulders.

“There we go.” Scar wipes the remaining tear tracks away, the chill from his skin making Grian shiver. 

“Thanks, Scar,” mutters Grian, sinking further into his side.

“Of course.” Scar rests his cheek on Grian’s head. “What are soulmates for? Aside from someone to cheat on.”

Grian groans. “Scar, come on.”

“Aw, sorry, you know I’m messin’ with ya.” He gives Grian another comforting squeeze. 

There’s a moment of silence as Grian calms, and then Scar says, “You know, I’m glad it was BigB that you shared your love with. BigB’s nice.”

Grian smiles. “He is.”

“And at least it wasn’t, like, Joel.”

Grian still sniffles, but can’t help teasing. “Ooh, d’you think he’d make a good secret soulmate?” he muses, feigning seriousness.

“Noo, no more!” Scar wraps his arms around Grian with dramatic protection, making him squeak and giggle. “Wasn’t BigB enough?!”

“Ah, if you really knew me, Scar, you know I’m never fully satiated.”

“Oh, I guess that’s true,” Scar sighs, and starts to detach himself. Grian, however, quickly grabs one of his arms, and keeps it wrapped around him, intertwining their fingers. Scar looks at him, eyes crinkling at the edges with amusement, and Grian beams back.

“Don’t worry about it, Scar.” Grian nestles himself in Scar’s side as the stars start to come out. “I’ll stay with you. With BigB watching over us.”

“Don’t you worry,” Scar replies. “I don’t think I will anymore.”

The stars start to twinkle in the night sky, and the breeze washes calm over the land, carrying with it a cluttered quiet and the scent of cookies.

[fanoftheimagines]

Royal Blue

Royal Blue

Part of the Teal & Orange Writing Challenge

Pairing: Oluwande Boohari/Jim Jimenez/Reader, focuses on Jim Jimenez/Reader

Prompts: Tucking a strand of hair behind your lover’s ear  

Reader Gender: Non-Binary

CW: flirting, dressing each other, yearning, mention of knives, mention of the British/racism

Word Count: 606

Summary: The British are coming aboard, everyone is scrambling, and Jim is struggling to button their pants. You suppose it was the perfect opportunity to flirt.

S1E1

A/N: Life has been super busy, but I finally finished this!!

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It's funny how stressful situations can make you calm. A wave of calmness washed over you when Stede handed you a set of his clothes. Your hands were surprisingly steady as you buttoned up the shirt, pants, and vest. The anxious hum that should have been buzzing under your skin was surprisingly absent. As you secured the last button on the intricate yellow vest, you looked over at Jim.

They were struggling with the row of buttons on their blue pants. You smiled softly – they were entirely endearing – and walked over.

“Here,” You said as you approached, “let me.” Gently, you took their pants from them and began to fasten the buttons. The tension between you was palpable. You could feel their eyes on you. There was a sweet intimacy to dressing someone. As you finished the last button, you glanced up. They were staring at you from under the brim of their hat and, despite the beard, they were definitely blushing slightly.

Your hands traveled up and fluffed the frill of their shirt. “You look really nice in this.” They blushed and tipped the brim of their hat to hide it. You smiled softly as the familiar butterflies battered your ribcage. “Watch our backs?”

Jim smiled from under their hat and nodded as if to say “always.”

If you were honest with yourself, you really didn’t think the plan would actually work. Playing dress-up to outsmart the British navy wasn’t exactly how proper pirates did business. Then again, you suppose the crew of the Revenge weren’t exactly proper pirates, were you? Still, the adrenaline when Jim threw their knife, the relief as they left, and the excitement afterward, were buzzing in your veins. You were still in the fancy clothes Stede loaned you. There was a cup of mystery liquid – probably some form of alcohol – that Wee John had happily put in your hand with a clap on your back in celebration.

Your gaze scanned over your celebrating crewmates. It naturally fell on Jim, who was still in their borrowed clothes as well. They looked so attractive in the royal blue outfit. They were holding a cup, sipping as they watched the others laugh and celebrate. You smiled, a familiar wave of love and yearning washing over you.

You had yet to thank them. Their quick knife throw had saved you and Frenchie, and everyone else really, from the British’s verbal abuse. And on top of that, they’d given you a hand in tying one of them up. With a quick swig of your drink and a deep, centering breath, you walked over to them.

They looked at you and raised their cup in greeting as you approached.

“Hey,” You said, “I never did thank you for want you did back there.”

They shrugged as if to say, “no problem.”

“No, I’m serious. I really appreciate you havin’ our backs.” They looked down at their cup. Gently, you reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind their ear. “I really did mean it, by the way. You look incredibly handsome in this. Even more so than you normally do.” It came out more of a whisper. Your heart was in your throat and the butterflies danced in your stomach. It was such a bold and unusual move in comparison to the tentative flirting you did.

Jim blushed, smiled, and dipped their hat. They couldn’t say anything, but their response was clear enough. The sentiment was shared. A tension settled over you after that. And you were both barely preventing yourselves from breaking that tension in front of the whole crew.

Maybe one day.

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[mandoalorian]

Look After You [Joel Miller x F!Reader] SMUT

Summary: Joel Miller goes out of his way every single day to take care of you and protect you. So, naturally, when he joins you during your first shower in weeks, you decide it’s your turn to look after him and show him just how much you appreciate him.

Warnings: 18+ Explicit, male receiving oral, handjob, body worship, shower seggs

Word count: 1,2k

Summary: I’m still in Tumblr jail guys! The only way people will be able to see this fic is if you reblog it. As always, reblogs mean so much to me but now more than ever, I really really would appreciate them. Without reblogs, my fics are going to get ZERO reach because my blog is flagged and my works won’t show up in the tags! And reach gives me motivation. I hope you all understand and enjoy this little ficlet. I’ve been playing TLOU and phew, Joel Miller has my heart.

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It was your first shower in weeks, and there was simply no feeling comparable to the steamy hot water splashing against your skin. Your response was immediate. You wanted to cry with happiness as it washed away the extensive amount of dirt that you’d accumulated over the past month or so. The pressure was amazing too. You turned around, letting the water hit right between your shoulder blades. It felt ethereal.

You were so lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t even realise Joel had stepped in the shower and was standing behind you, watching you shamelessly as you twirled around underneath the stream of water. His big hands steadied on your hips and he squeezed at the soft flesh. You gasped at first, shocked by his presence, but your body quickly curled into his chest as he extended his strong arms and wrapped them around your torso.

“Feels good?” Joel drawled out with a light chuckle, his Southern accent thick and delicious.

You moaned out something incoherent but judging from the smile on your face and the way your eyes were closed with delight, Joel assumed you were having the time of your life. He hadn’t seen you this relaxed... ever.

“You don’t mind that I’m here?” Joel asked, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Sure, you two had been sleeping together, but he didn’t want to intrude on your first shower in weeks. If you wanted alone time, he wouldn’t be mad at you for that. You leaned your head into the crook of his neck and pulled him under the stream of water, illustrating that you were more than happy that he was here, with you.

Your hands palmed his body as you tried to wipe away the dirt. Your fingers gently brushed against the scars he had, crossing his chest and stomach. Joel swallowed thickly as you touched him.

“I have something,” he told you, reluctantly swatting your hands away and turning around to grab a bottle of 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and shower gel. He presented it to you with a charming grin. A smile that could break hearts.

You couldn’t help but gasp, taking the bottle from his hands and examining it closely.

“Joel!” you exclaimed. “Did you find this in the pharmacy raid?” Joel nodded proudly. “But how?”

“It was the last bottle and it was just laying on the floor. Looked like someone must’ve dropped it and not turned back to pick it up.”

You shook your head in disbelief and laughed ecstatically, popping open the cap and squirting the teal blue liquid into the palms of your hands. It smelled like fresh mint.

“May I?” you asked Joel, curling your fingers and gesturing to his torso. He nodded his head and you began to work the soap into a foam, rubbing it into his tensed up body.

His eyes snapped shut and your hands moved like magic. You pulled him so he stood under the stream of hot, steamy water, and worked the soap into his body for a good few minutes, not wanting to miss any inch of skin. The 3-in-1 soap probably retailed at around two dollars, but this felt like the first genuine luxury you’d had in years.

Joel opened his eyes briefly, watching you as you bathed him. Your lips were curled into the most adorable smile and you were humming a sweet melody. He recognised it as the song you nursed Ellie to when she struggled to sleep.

“You’re so beautiful.” Joel admitted with a huff, and he instantly felt his cheeks blush a warm rosy colour at the admission. You were shocked too, judging by the way your eyes widened and you looked down at your feet. Neither you nor Joel ever got romantic, per se. Meaningful words of affirmation were never really Joel’s forte.

You reached up and pressed your naked body into his. He brought his hands to the curve of your ass and held you as you maneuvered your own hands to his dark locks of hair. You ran the shampoo through your fingers and massaged it into his scalp, doing your best to ignore his erection that was now pressing into your thigh.

You kissed him softly along his collarbones and you dragged your tongue to the column of his neck, where the skin was soft and damp. You removed your hands from his hair and let the water rinse away the soap.

“Your turn.” Joel announced, his voice having dropped an octave or two.

Joel copied your movements, squirting the soap into his hands and rubbing it into your skin. He paid extra attention to your breasts though, palming at the soft flesh and rubbing his thumbs over your hardening nipples.

“So perfect.” he murmured, alongside other words of appraisal. You curled your body into him on instinct, loving the way he caressed you under the steaming hot water.

Joel loved your body. He loved to touch it and worship it.

You dropped your hand to his already hard cock and began to pump it, living for the way gasps and whimpers fell from his lips. He gently pushed you down to your knees and applied the shampoo to your hair, rubbing it in as you peppered kisses along his thick length.

You started by kitten-licking his slit, relishing the beads of precum that had gathered there and adoring the salty taste on your tongue. You spent some time massaging his balls before finally settling and wrapping your lips around his head.

He was big. Bigger than you’d ever taken before. You pushed your mouth onto him, as deep as you could, and began to suck. Joel tossed his head back and moaned lewdly, tugging on your wet hair as you sucked him off.

“F-fuck, f-feels so good,” he gasped out and you couldn’t help but smile around him. “Keep doing that and I won’t— I won’t last.” he warned.

Joel tried to concentrate on washing the rest of your hair but as you increased your speed, your hair became bunched up in his fists.

You pulled off him with a pop, your saliva trailing from the tip off his cock to your soft lips. You gasped for breath and battered your eyelashes, looking up at him with the most innocent doe eyes. The water was still splashing against you and the hot condensation in the room was working wonders.

“You work too hard Joel,” you told him, still pumping his cock with your hand. “Taking care of us all. Protecting us. Just relax and let me look after you.”

Joel opened his mouth to protest but before he could argue, you reattached your lips and continued blowing him.

It wasn’t long before you felt his manhood twitching in your mouth. A loud gasp and a buck of his hips had him cumming down your throat. When he finished, you slowly pulled away from him and rose to your feet.

You placed your hands on either side of his face and lovingly nudged your nose against his.

“You’re so good to me,” he sighed. “So good.”

“It’s what you deserve.” You promised him before gently pressing your lips against his. He held you tight as you kissed him and he cradled your body, not wanting to lose you like he’s lost everyone else he’s ever cared for.

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[hotdamnhunnam]

Hiii wonderful 🥰 Congratulations on 2k again 🤩🥳! For your Emoji Fic Fest 2k Followers Celebration may I please ask for

Will Miller + 🥇🛐👕

I thought these three emojis would suit our favourite captain well 😋

🥇 “best of the best”

🛐 my sis, I know you feel me on this 🙇‍♀️

👕 that *iconic* polo 😭

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Best of the Best

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, you worshipping the captain’s cock Word Count: ~1k Emoji Prompt: 🥇🛐👕 (key words are in bold)

He knows how you feel about him delivering that speech.

It’s a lesson that only his fine ass can teach: what it means to be best of the best. To become #1 is a height few can reach. You’ve seen how the whole classroom of eager cadets would just stare up in reverence whenever he gives this address. Always wearing that perfectly fitted teal polo that shows off the sexy tattoos on his arms and the breathtaking breadth of his shoulders and chest.

You’ve sat in the back of the room to watch your fiancé give this speech more than just a few times. Ironhead is so hot it’s an actual crime. So supreme and sublime… he’s a god among men who exists to be worshipped… beneath those blue jeans you know firsthand that he’s extremely well-equipped.

Lick a puddle of drool from your lips. Watch him hook his thumb into the belt framing his sturdy hips. Think of all the times he’s lashed your ass with that leather strip, knowing how much his girl loves getting whipped. Get a grip. In the pause between parts of his speech you wonder if the whole room can hear your cunt drip.

When the speech is all over, your tall strapping soldier smiles back at you over his shoulder, while everyone claps as he heads out the door. After scraping your jaw off the floor, you rush after him so frantically that you practically trip. There’s a certain tradition you have with the captain—remember just how it first happened—began in the early days of your relationship.

Years ago when you had first watched him giving this speech Will had flashed you a cute little wink from where he stood before the big chalkboard. You’d known exactly what he meant without saying a word. There’s a small closet out in the hallway nearby, stocked with random supplies… and now after each speech is complete, this is where you two meet—where you kneel down to worship the #1 prize that he’s packing between his thighs.

That’s where the best of the best really lies.

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He could fucking cum just from that look in your eyes.

From the way you drop down to your knees as his cock stands to rise.

But he doesn’t of course—he holds off—hasn’t yet made it into that sweet little mouth of yours—Will is the king of control and knows how to keep calm, when the going gets tough. How to hold back the surge of his cum… building up in his balls with such force… from the moment his shaft makes contact with the warmth of your palm… from the second you start stroking up and down his length and sucking the tip as you moan at the taste ‘cause you can’t get enough.

No such thing as enough, when it cums to this man you so deeply and desperately love.

“You taste so fucking good, Will…” you murmur in bliss as your tongue swirls around the wet tip of his dick. Tastes so good that the pleasure could kill. You won’t ever forget, when you first knelt before Ironhead, took your very first lick…and the whole fucking world just stood still.

Tasted just as good every time since then. Or else better even. He’s literal heaven, perfection beyond believing. In this little closet the lighting is dim, but no candle could ever be held to the beauty of him—how the sweet bead of precum that seeps from the slit at the head of his cock drips and glistens… no matter how quickly and eagerly you sweep your tongue out to lick them, new droplets appear every second when he has you here kneeling in this position.

His breathing is always so measured, but catches and quickens, when you bring him this special flavor of pleasure; the hushed groans and gasps that escape from your man’s gorgeous mouth in a soft heated rush make your slick pussy gush as you listen.

This is what you fucking live for. He’s the best of the best, nothing less, fucking god in the flesh that you live to worship and adore. You have all of him, but there’s no end to how much you love him; you’ll always want more.

And more is what he’ll give. Feeding you with this reason you live. When he starts to slightly buck his hips, pushing his throbbing meat further into the suctioning heat of your lips—the pillar of his manhood so massive and stiff—the sensation of total submission sends you melting into the floor. Gape your throat open wide, for your captain to drive ever deeper inside, just a hole made for him to explore.

He knows that hits the spot. He knows you like when he takes control, makes you his little fuckhole. You like it a lot. It rocks you to your core. And when Will uses words to rock you even more, that shit’s so fucking hot.

“That’s a good little whore. My perfect little cockslut,” he pours on the praise, the best kind that degrades as you gawk up at him with a mouthful of cock and bright stars in your worshipful gaze. Bottom lip smushed against his nuts. Nose pressing into the base of his dick as you breathe in the musk of his soft golden curls. He grabs hold of your face, to hold you in place, now as his huge cock fucks your filthy mouth straight into subspace, the feral edge entering into his voice with a fierce savage snarl. “Mmm, that’s it. You love that shit. Worship this dick and fucking gag on it. Just like you want it. Such a dirty fucking girl.”

As if you didn’t know before, right now you’re fucking sure, that this man is the best of the best in the whole fucking world.

You don’t know how you even deserve him, but moments like this you’re content to just worship and serve him. He’s your everything. And you’ll happily spend all your life pleasuring the perfection of your sex god king.

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[hpalways]

Hiii! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a Genshin highschool au (modern au??? Idk what to call it-) and how Childe, Venti, Albedo and diluc would confess to their crush. Idk I just think it's a cute idea :)

Anyways feel free to ignore! Thanks and have a nice day! Don't forget to eat and drink water! <3

Note: sorry for how late this is but ofc!! thanks for the request and take care as well!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Childe, Venti, Albedo, Diluc

Childe

Lost in your own world, you do not notice the red ginger waltzing his way up to the front of the class. Only when you hear audible gasps from the other students do you glance up, surprise coloring your face. 

His azure blue eyes are glued to you, mischief lining the corners of his mouth. Today his red locks are slightly gelled nicely, keeping out of his face and accentuating his features all the more. He dons his school uniform well, looking tall and confident up there, despite having everyone’s attention on him. But of course, that is just who he is as a person -- popular with the student population for being the class clown and a great track athlete with those long legs of his. 

Which is why you nearly fall out of your chair at his declaration. “[Y/N],” he called out. Pairs of eyes follow to you, making you still as a statue. “I... I really like you. You are funny and strong and brave and better of a person than I ever will be. Will you go out with me?”

The class ‘awwed’, lapping the entire scene in with excitement. You want to facepalm, thinking how stupid he is for confessing in front of everyone. What if you reject him? Goodness. He truly is such an idiot. “No,” you say. You watch his face pale for a moment and the students growing silent. Unable to hold in the laugh spilling from your lips, you prevent the awkwardness from seeping in. “I’m kidding. I like you too, Childe.”

Everyone burst into applause, as Childe hurries to you, wrapping his arms around you. Unlike before, his confidence has faded away, left with a vulnerable boy who is so relieved to not get rejected by the one he loves. 

Venti

Sunlight filter through the windows of the music room, casting a sheen past the wispy dust dancing in the air. A young boy with braided ombre locks peacefully sits on the window sill, his legs kicking forth in steady rhythm. Humming under his breath, his teal eyes dart to the door that opened up, instantly brightening up in excitement. 

You peek into the room to find the musical genius, Venti. His childlike charisma is found in the corner, his figure soft and beautiful. After having music class with him, you grew quite close to him -- he never fails to make you smile. He is different from others, a free spirit unable to tied down to anything. Never afraid to seek the thing he wants, he has pushed you to do the same. 

“You’re here,” he breathed out, soaring down from the high ledge. “Can I play you a song I’ve been working on?”

Beaming, you sit down on a chair and nod. Touched that he chooses you to hear something so vulnerable first, you are more than willing to do anything for him. He is a cherished friend -- one you never hope to let go. “Please do.”

He starts to strum the golden harp he’s holding onto, the melodic sound of it wavering into the room. He starts to sing words of no meaning, clear and pretty to match with the instrument. It mesmerize you from the bat, your eyes gluing the stunning male in front of you. His eyes are closed, but his actions were soulful, as if every note wants to say something to you. 

When he finishes, he stops you before you could clap. “Wait,” he whispers, coming closer to you, his eyes rimmed with tears. “I want to tell you a little secret. I like you, [Y/N]. A lot.”

You drop your jaw, blinking in shock at this newfound confession. For a minute, all is silent, the remnant of the song still stuck playing in your head like a broken record. Your cheeks warm and your heart race, and you realize you already know your answer to his confession. “I like you too, Venti.”

Albedo

In the quiet of the library where you can hear a pin drop, you listen to the soft ‘sha’ of the rain pouring outside of the school. It is the perfect day to study with the renown Einstein of the school, Albedo. You lift your gaze up to see him sitting across from you, crystal blue eyes peering down through his lenses. 

He has been very helpful lately, always offering to walk you through problems you are stuck on. It makes your insides flutter, taken off guard by his generosity. Stupid you are, you used to assume him to be a prick, just because he is smart. But now you know better... and the more you get to learn about him, the more you want to see him, not just for tutor sessions. 

He looks up from his textbook and you flinch back, ashamed for getting caught staring. How embarrassing. Quickly looking back down, you pretend to study, frantically scanning the unreadable letters painting on the page. You stiffen when you hear his voice. “Do you need help on anything?” he asks you. Even making his way around the table, you grow flustered when he bends down, platinum blond hair falling from his sides. 

Not only is he smart, but he is beautiful. 

He turns to look at you, inquiry coloring his features. 

“Oh!” you force out, chuckling a little. “No... I’m okay for now-- thank you though.”

He nods, yet does not leave your side, with brows furrowing in deep thought. “Well, I need help on something. Do you mind?”

Albedo? Needing help? How strange. Did the world just flip upside down. You nod in response anyway, unsure whether or not you can actually help him. 

“I can’t figure this out, but why do I feel so nervous around you?”

You pause, heart pounding so loudly against your chest you can hear nothing else. Did this mean...? He couldn’t possibly? But maybe you are too desperate not to voice out the suggestion. “Do you... like me?” you croak out. “Like... like like me?”

He does not respond for a moment, pondering long and hard about it. Eventually, he sits down on the chair next to you, nodding slightly. “I think I do. I like you [Y/N].”

Diluc

He is your bestfriend, your pillar, the one that has kept you true to yourself this entire school experience. No matter what, he is there for you, the one reliable person that hasn’t failed you once. And because he is that, you have grown to love him -- more than just a friend. 

Your arm is hooked around the redhead’s broad shoulder, his soft locks tickling you. In that usual ponytail of his, you always admired his looks, for he could pull off long hair unlike most people. Scarlet hues are trained on you, listening intently to the story you are telling him. 

Reaching your locker, you release your hold on him and begin to spin the locker combination. It clicks and unlocks and as you try to find a notebook, something else caught your eye. There, laying in the middle, is a delicately wrapped letter, accompanied by a lone rose. When did this get here? Blinking at it in confusion, you hesitantly take it, pulling at the silk that binded the thick paper together. 

Dear [Y/N],

you are my best friend, but to tell you the truth, I’ve always longed more from you. Because I have feelings for you, and you only. No matter how many years has gone and come, it has never changed. 

-Diluc

You turn to look at your best friend, disbelief coloring your expression. His head is downturn, his ears growing red in embarrassment. Holding tightly to the rose, you stand on your tippy toe to place a kiss on his cheek. “I have feelings for you too,” you breath out. 

“You do?” he echoes, his face lighting up like a puppy, yet too awkward to make a move. 

“I do.”

[ialwaysgobacktoit]

Time to rest your weary head: The End!

FIRST AND FOREMOST; I KNOW it took me a DAMN LONG TIME to update this, but lemme explain: This was my first fanfiction ever written in english, my first Gwynriel long-fic and the first fanfic I ever published and I didn't want to finish it (although I knew it must come to an end)

I am so grateful for all the love, likes, kudos on AO3, comments and reblogs I've been getting since I first started posting it. You have NO IDEA how much it meant to me; I've always found myself a little insecure to post my own fiction work, but this one have payed off and it's all thanks to you guys!!!!

To @katiebellf the one who lovingly suggested WRITE A FANFICTION OUT OF THIS bday headcanon and i sure as hell did!!! To @madie2200 and @starbornsinger for being so supportive and always making sure I'd get feedback, and to @thecrispypotatochip for your constant reblogs with your opinions + to every kind soul out here in this crazy virtual space that made sure to make me feel loved! (i see you all, and i love you)

ANYWAY, that's it guys! <3 This chapter of my life is finally over (ik i'm being HELLA DRAMATIC but put up with me!!!!! i love gwynriel!!!!) and I can't wait for you to see what's to come :) (btw i know i'm technically LATE since here in my brazilian timezone it's 1AM but think on the bright side... I hope y'all have a great dinner/breakfast/lunch surprise :)

Chapter List here and my personal Gwynriel hymn that inspired the title of this fic RIGHT HERE

PART 15: FINAL.

Azriel knew what he had to do.

As he beheld the circle of people in front of him all gathered around the dining table, his family, he felt a sense of calmness and quietude he hadn’t for a long, long time. His eyes quickly landed on Gwyn, who was motioning for him to sit by her side.

It was dinner night at the River House, and he had it all planned out. His shadows bounced around his shoulders as he took the seat next to his mate. As she engaged in a conversation with Emerie and Feyre, Nesta and Cassian leaned on each other, Rhys played with Nyx while Mor and Amren discussed about something he couldn’t bring himself to care about, he felt at ease. Peaceful.

Gwyn held his hand under the table, and he let his shadows hung around her freely. It was almost as they belonged to her, and not him. They had started doing it a lot more often, so the Inner Circle was supposed to be more used to it by now. Still, Azriel ignored Amren’s inquisitive eyebrow and turned his gaze to his mate; those teal eyes were eyeing him, and she squeezed his hand, giving him an almost imperceptible nod; a go-ahead sign.

Just like they had previously talked.

“There’s something you should know” Azriel started, immediately earning the attention of almost everyone at the table, since it wasn’t every day he opened up like that. Only Gwyn kept staring at her lap, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Is everything ok?” Nesta was the one who asked.

“We’re mates.” She blurted out, startling him – and everyone around, for that matter. He looked at her, amused, and then at the confusion that reigned across the table. In a second, a squealing Nesta and Emerie lunched forward and embraced his mate in a tight and equally loud hug, while Cassian spitted his drink, Mor clapped and Amren muttered a “tell me something new”, quietly smiling and raising her glass at Azriel anyway.

Only Rhys and Feyre stood in silence at their spots at the table, knowing smiles mirrored on their faces quickly noticed by Nesta, still with her arms around Gwyn.

“Why are you two so quiet?” Her eyes missed nothing, raising her chin at her sister and her mate. Rhys merely took a sip from his drink.

“They already knew.” Azriel found himself saying, and Nesta’s stare darted to him, and then to Gwyn, who was still flushed from all the fuss.

“And you knew they knew?” She furrowed her brows; he couldn’t identify if her tone was menacing or curious, but Gwyn wasn’t the one to feel intimidated by it, given the way she chuckled in response.

“It was all me.” Rhys raised his hands. “It was an accident; I didn’t mean to pry.”

“I need to train more on my mental shields, apparently.” It was all the priestess admitted, but kindly smiled at Rhysand and Feyre from across the table. “The High Lo- Rhysand, I mean- kept it safe for me. He found out earlier than Azriel did.”

“You were the one to realize first?” Nesta sat again at her spot besides Cassian, and turned to her friend surprised. Gwyn smiled smugly.

“By a short amount of time” Azriel couldn’t help but grunt out, unconsciously falling into their usual banter.

Her warm eyes landed on him, and she winked, still with that Cauldron-damned smile on, causing shivers all over him.

“Still” She shrugged irreverently and smirked playfully. “I knew it before you. Quite the Spymaster, huh?”

If everyone else at the table stilled slightly at her words, all but Cassian, who bellowed in laughter, Azriel couldn’t notice. Not when his mate’s stare was unfaltering, with that challenging look in her eyes she knew he loved. He immediately found himself joining his brother, again not caring if it was the first in a damn long time his family even heard him laugh like that.

Some time passed between casual conversation and sips of wine. In that time, Azriel was secretly arranging his next words in his mind. Just like Gwyn and he had previously discussed, the news went well; as deep down, he knew it would. His family had understood and cherished them both, and Azriel reveled in the peace it brought him, quietly admiring those people around him.

When his eyes landed at Gwyn, though, deeply immersed in conversation with Rhysand, he took in a deep breath, determined. There was still one more thing he had to do, one more thing she wasn’t yet aware. Something he knew, in his heart, was the right thing to do. Was the best thing he could do.

“Rhys” He called, and Gwyn immediately turned her head to him, eyes shining with pure curiosity. “There’s one more thing.”

He leaned in closer to his brother, resting his arm behind Gwyn’s chair. Rhysand’s expression was equally intrigued, but his voice was calm and collected when he answered: “Shoot, brother.”

“I need a break.”

“Oh?” Rhysand’s eyebrows shot up with surprise.

“Oh?” Gwyn echoed quietly.

Her burning gaze made him tear his eyes from Rhysand and stare back at her; something was glimmering in her teal ocean eyes. He couldn’t discern what it was. The rest of his family was still talking to each other, though the conversation had dimmed a bit.

“I have well trained spies all over the country; I could spend the rest of this week getting them ready to take my place for a little while. I’d be back in two weeks, if you’d let me.” Azriel continued.

Rhysand smiled broadly and promptly retorted: “What about two months?”

Gwyn gasped beside him. Something stirred within Azriel’s chest. Two whole months, with Prythian in the verge of a possible war, didn’t seem wise at all, and he was well aware of the fact.

But Cauldron-damn him, he wanted that. Needed that.

Suddenly, a vision of a shining blue lake under the afternoon sun came into his field of view. In his fingers, loose strands of a long copper hair, like burning fire under the sunlight. The only thing he could hear was the chirps of birds and the soft breathing of the young priestess who rested against his chest. For whatever reason, he could see it.

He felt his brother’s claws against his mental shield, bringing him back from his reverie:

You deserve it, brother. You two deserve this and more.

He had to blink away the tears that he felt coming up, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Then he looked at Gwyn, that smiling, powerful force of nature sitting next to him. He finally understood what that was in her eyes; the same thing Rhysand showed in his.

Pride.

And he knew his answer.

EPILOGUE

A few years later

Azriel woke up to soft humming. He squinted against the morning light, and frowned when he found the other side of the bed empty. His fae senses discerned the familiar voice coming from the bathroom, a voice he always seemed drawn to.

He lazily got up and followed the sweet melody that woke him up and lived in his dreams; leaning against the door frame, he watched as Gwyn slowly brushed her damp hair, the smell of lavender filling up the air:

"Hey, you"

Gwyn turned around, and smiled softly at him. That morning sight still made his heart flutter, even if it's been years now since they shared rooms in the House of Wind.

"Good morning, love" She neared him and placed a quick kiss on his lips. "What are you doing up? Thought you weren't tutoring today."

"I'm not" He hummed, embracing her. "But the bed was getting cold."

His arms felt perfect around her back as she placed her hands behind his neck.

"Ha-ha" She pouted, rolling her eyes at his little drama "My Ilyrian boy is missing me already? It's been less than fifteen minutes"

"What can I do? I love my mate and don't want her to leave me just yet."

She looked thoughtful, a playful smile on her lips: "Well, I suppose I still got time before I hit the library..."

In a second, Azriel was picking her up in his arms and carefully laying her on their bed as she laughed, and he admired just how flushed she got after a hot shower. Gods, he could never get tired of that view. He started peppering her face with kisses, trailing down her neck and smirking against her skin as he heard her sigh and claw her hands on his hair.

"Az..." She murmured after a few seconds.

There's something.

The fact that his shadows had to alert him that made his head shot up and stare into those deep eyes in front of him. She was still smiling, but faintly, and gently stroked his hair as if to soothe him.

He straightened up, leaning on an elbow to face her.

"What?"

"I think we should discuss something."

She seemed nervous, but her tone left nothing to the imagination. Whatever something that was, Gwyneth Berdara was already set on it.

He nodded, brows furrowed.

"You know I love you, and I'm so happy the way things are going. But lately, with you training Ren to one day replace you as Spymaster and me opening up the public library in Velaris, well..."

He swallowed, feeling his heartbeat fasten. But she only smiled further:

"I feel like we should do it now. Accept the bond."

Seconds passed and Azriel didn't know what to say, as he scanned her face for any kind of discomfort or insecurity. There was none. A jest, maybe? Could it be...

"I'm not joking, Shadowsinger. In case you're wondering."

She interrupted his thoughts, and brushed her hands against his hair once more, pulling him closer to her.

"Gwyn, you..." He was speechless, something in his chest glowing brighter and brighter he felt it could burst out of him any minute now.

"I want this, Azriel. And have been wanting it for a long, long time." She breathed in "Do you still..."

"Yes. Yes." He answered in a breathless laugh; the reality of it hitting him. They were doing it. Mates. Forever.

"Mating ceremony and all?" She joined him in laughter now, they both beaming. Azriel felt his cheeks hurt.

"Whatever you say, Gwyn. I'd love whatever you wish. I just want to be with you for the rest of my life." The words came rushing out, but he didn't care. Not when his mate closed the space between them and kissed him intently.

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Gwyn didn't go to the library that day, after all. They prefer focusing on other more... Urgent matters after their talk.

As they lay in bed together a few hours later, Azriel felt utter peace. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of Gwyn's body tightly embraced in him, her hair soft against his chin, her breathing even on his chest.

He suddenly remembered this ancient tune his mother used to sing to him when he was no more than a kid. It was a sweet, tender lullaby about peace and tranquility. The one song he always remembered to sing against the darkness. One that seemed to originate from every cell in his body, intrinsic to who he was.

Lately, that song's been bringing him comfort and solace for one more reason. And he was singing it to her now.

And if Gwyn didn't move, nor shift her position, he knew exactly why. Moments in which he sang were rare, since he much preferred to hear his mate's powerful voice. And that song, that one tune meant so much to him, he knew she could sense it. He could feel her smile against his chest.

His shadows expanded and retracted around them both, cocooning them in darkness and playing around the room; temporarily set free.

He felt himself slowly giving in to a peaceful slumber as he went on:

And you would say

"Time to rest your weary head

Take your wings and go to bed

I know you want to show it all, my darling"

And I'd say

"Set me down and rock me, rock me to sleep"

All he sensed before sleep took over him was one, single kiss against his cheek, and a soft whisper against his ear.

He loved her too.

[collisiondiscourse]

on the wonder duo (part 1)

(BNHA Analysis Post Ahead! This isn’t explicitly romantic, but it is an analysis of the relationship between the two most popular characters in BNHA--Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya. Split into two posts because I realized that this was gonna be long as HELL)

yall ever think about the fact that the wonder duo is perfectly set up in so that bakugou and deku together are the better version of all might?

bc like. ive been thinking.

everyone knows the win to save and save to win parallel. How they are supposedly two halves of a whole perfect hero (which, previously, was defined as all might)

but ever since bakugou and deku started working as one—growing together to win AND save and continuously reminding each other that they shouldnt try to do things alone, ive realized that its BECAUSE theres two of them that they surpass all might. its not a case of deku and bakugou both being 50% of an ideal hero, but rather i think that they are 100% of what all might SHOULD HAVE BEEN from the very beginning.

as early as the AM v AFO battle in kamino, we see the effects of all mights flawed existence. the fact that he, the greatest and supposedly infallible symbol of peace, was destroyed—society had begun to collapse. there was suddenly no pillar to hold people together and the impacts were so severe that even in the latest chapters of mha it keeps on getting worse. the truth is, all mights biggest mistake was the burden he placed on his own shoulders

with bakugou and deku... its different.

its different for them because down to their attributions, they seem like two halves of a whole person.

i think that the wonder duo are going to surpass all might because of the fact that they work together.

@bakugoukatsuki-rising @svpercraigus @tybee​ @isaustraliaathing​

(batshit crazy and conspiratorial essay under the cut !)

1. Complementary Colors

I’d like to first preface literally everything I say by the fact that I am not an expert analyzer or literary major in any way. I am literally just some random fan on the internet who has wayyy too much time and looks wayyy too deep into things, but here we go!

A common thing we see when we talk about bakugou and deku is the way they are... sort of an inverse of one another.

Down to the design of their features and the way they move, Deku is the obviously softer of the two. There’s an intentional contrast between the two of them, in the way that Deku’s drawn with round shapes and curvy hair and the way Bakugou is literally all spikes and half-mast eyes and rough muscles. Bakugou’s movements too are languid and showy, with the way he leans when he walks and splays his legs and kicks open doors. Katsuki, in a casual sense, is loud and dramatic. 

Deku on the other hand s finicky. He jitters when he walks and he’s often fidgeting and mumbling. Comparatively, the aura he radiates is energetic and frenzied, even self-conscious to a point unlike Bakugou’s calm and confident movements.

the point is, there’s a clear difference in how either of them are designed and what exactly they are supposed to represent. They utterly complement each other down to the way they behave and even their main colors (red-orange and blue-green) being literal complementary colors.

Now, moving to my more ungrounded points, this is quite a bit of a stretch so I’ll try as much as possible to make sense of these with hyperlinked sources because. yeah.

Down to their names, I think Deku and Bakugou both symbolize something deeper. I think that the way Hori expresses characters and what they’re meant to do is something that we have to pay close attention to when we talk about the Wonder Duo’s rise to success.

Izuku Midoriya (緑谷 出久), as some of us may know, does have an interesting meaning when broken up. According to a lovely fan translation of his name, ‘Izuku’--while not an actual name used commonly in real life--means to ‘Come out’ or ‘Long time’. ‘Midoriya’ on the other hand means (Midori) ‘Green’ and (ya) ‘valley’. The translator further pointed out that his first name ‘Izuku’ could be a reference to him being the first legendary hero to come out of the long-running All Might Era. (or, if you’ve been reading @/bakugoukatsuki-rising’s posts, the first significant anime protag in a long while to come out as queer, ppfft)

but that isn’t my focus right now.

We know that Hori LOVES telling stories with names, and more often than not in the BNHA universe, names alone tell us a lot of things about the characters. When referring to Izuku’s last name, Midoriya, it’s important I think to step back and realize that hey, maybe there’s something more to Green Valley than just the fact that his motif is all green.

After searching for a lil on the specifics of green valley, I’ve found out that across many cultures, the colour green and valleys in general tend to represent life. From dream analysts, to Christianity, and even old Taoist teachings, valleys are seen as areas of fertility and escape. They are seen as safe havens and often escapes for people to come to after running away from bad circumstances.

(Sound familiar?)

Deku, in essence represents life and peace. He represents being the “salvation” that the world in BNHA needed. To me, it sounds like Horikoshi is trying to say that he is the long-awaited hero in the sense. The one that people can feel will create a society that feels safe for everyone after years of All Might just saving people from themselves as a band-aid solution.

On the other hand, we have Katsuki Bakugou (爆豪 勝己), who’s name we commonly know means (Katsuki) Winner and (Bakugou) Explosion Master. He is essentially, the champion. The power. His name means success and power and all the things that make up winning.

When putting them side by side, it then becomes increasingly... interesting to me how their names almost perfectly slot into All Might’s save to win and win to save mantra, and how they are both quintessential parts to what made All Might as a hero.

2. Hero Too!

Now, I’m not even gonna really TOUCH much of what happens in canon. If you want me to do a step by step breakdown of their arcs in regards to the plot of manga and anime, feel free to send me a gratuitous ko-fi tip so I can pay for the headache I get after trying to organize my thoughts into word vomit.

What I WILL talk about on the other hand, is the subtle shift both of them slowly have in regards to how they look. Bakugou and Deku, while growing up, seem to have MANY many parallels--but before I elaborate on all of that, I wanna talk about something else.

Detour: Deku’s Red Shoes 

We all know the iconic symbol being Deku’s red shoes. For all his life, save for some outfits like his hero one, we see Deku more often than not wearing his signature red sneakers which have become a running joke in fandom.

But the funny thing is, in Japan, red shoes seem to have an interesting connotation.

In 1922, a popular Japanese nursery rhyme was written, called “Red Shoes”. The interesting part to me about this song was the symbolism that, in my tiny pea-sized brain, I could connect to the story of BNHA.

The story goes that there was a little girl with red shoes named ‘Kimi’. She was from Shizuoka prefecture (which, if you didn’t know, is most likely where Musutafu supposedly is) and was raised by a single mother. When she was young, her mother had to entrust her with a foreigner under the impression that they would give her a better life in America. The stranger is a man named Charles Hewitt (who was described to have blue eyes) and supposedly took her away. 

The singer of the song (supposedly the mother, but some argue it was written from the perspective of a childhood friend) believes that Kimi is happy and living a better life away from them, when the reality of the situation was much worse. The young girl with red shoes in actuality had Tuberculosis, and thus the foreigner whom she was entrusted to had left her to fend for herself and eventually left her to go to America while she died alone and orphaned.

“When I see red shoes, I think of her.”

A very interesting story with very interesting implications indeed.

-

Anyway, moving on to the more... “nuanced” and connected parts of this section, I have every reason to believe that Bakugou and Deku were simply MEANT to be working together down to how they dress. Now, I’d like to discuss their hero costumes.

At the start of their series, using these godawful pics for reference, it’s clear to see that neither of them seem alike in any way--reflecting the dissonance in their relationship at that point in canon.

ough. deku why. (yes we know why its because you love your mom you stupid little bunny <3)

Anyway, we see an immediate gap in how the two of them are. Deku’s first costume is one that reflects how he treated his dream of being a hero. He was still in that childlike idolization phase, the one where his dreams and aspirations were hinged on pure feelings and inspiration from All Might. Katsuki on the other hand was a lot more tactical--professional to an extent. The gap between their respective development with their quirks is something that is clearly felt in every fashion decision they’d made.

(Notice how Deku’s green is a lot brighter and less like the green accents Katsuki has all over his costume.)

As time progressed however... their costumes changed. The colors, the silhouettes, the practical functions, most things.

(Deku’s Gamma Costume and Bakugou’s Winter Costume used respectively)

we begin to notice a few similarities.

As the show goes on and we see more evolutions of their costumes, it almost seems like they begin to look like a matching pair. Deku’s green grows darker and almost teal in nature, while Bakugou’s orange is veering towards red territory. This is important to note because red-orange and blue-green as I said earlier were complementary colors as compared to simply orange and green. The minute shift is something I really wasn’t quite sure was intentional, but something I find interesting to pick up nonetheless as the colors they used to accent their costumes begin to match up.

Secondly, I think and important thing to note is silhouettes. The way that both Bakugou and Deku’s costumes are designed follow a lot of parallels that typically we don’t see with the rest of 1-A. For one, they both have a combination of tight long-sleeved tops with a bulkier set of bottoms. They also share the use of utility belts and metal pieces typically worn around their necks. Deku has his bunny-eared hood that mimics All Might’s hair, while Bakugou has his orange and black explosion ear-pieces that mimic his own quirk.

i don’t think any other people in class 1-A match each other as subtly yet strongly as these two. Uraraka and Deku and Bakugou and Kirishima do come close however.

“But Codi, you fucking knob!” I hear you plea. “This is such a reach and tells us practically NOTHING!” And yes, I’m inclined to agree with you! You’d be sort of right in the idea that this is a reach. Maybe I am looking too much into this, and maybe it really isn’t that deep--but I do think that them subconsciously matching outfits means something quite brilliant.

In the way that their costumes are designed, each aspect of either outfits have a very logical explanation. The changes were strategic and made with their fighting styles vividly in mind, so what that tells me is that BECAUSE these costumes are so complementary or similar in nature (Bakugou’s reinforcing his arms while Deku reinforces his legs), these two are implicitly showing the audience that their combat styles are complementary as well. 

The evolution of their design choices and similarities tell us that even unknowingly, their minds line up in strategy on the battlefield--a clear exhibit for why they would be INCREDIBLY POWERFUL as a Hero Duo to begin with.

When I look at their hero costumes side by side, I see a mirror. I see the way that these two are reflections of each other and are strong where the other isn’t. The point I see in BNHA repeatedly is that EVERYONE HAS A WEAKNESS. Nothing is infallible, regardless of how hard you train or how powerful your quirk is. Everyone will always have a weakness, but the significant difference I see when fandom discusses the future of Pro-Hero Society is that the new generation is finally raising itself to be RELIANT on each other. 

Observing their fighting styles and the simple use of their quirks, its obvious that they are indeed two parts of a whole hero. Bakugou, who’s quirk emphasized his arms and hands and the power that comes from it, while Deku who’s quirk now emphasizes his legs and lower body and the way he’s always running to save people.

IN CONCLUSION:

As they become heroes, it is easy to assume that if nothing else, Bakugou and Deku will cover each other’s weak spots (especially when you consider the way Deku probably won’t be able to keep using his arms with the way both the anime and manga are going...) (also chapter 285, anyone?)

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Part Two: Interactions, OfA

kofi || commission details

[iloveitwhen]

What Team?

OK! SO I thought I knew where this was going then it started becoming a Lila redemption arc but that was about to be like probably 5 long chapters then i changed it and started writing in Lila’s view but for some reason I couldn’t write it in anyone else’s so this is in Lila’s POV and Imma do a part 2 with other pov’s and extend the story a bit

this is for @miracleofadisaster ​ cause they asked for it and based off of this post by @unmaskedagain ​ 

there’s a cuss word in here somewhere if ya’ll care. also i hope i did it justice!❤️❤️💜

Part 2

Things were… not going as planned. Which was basically impossible since everything goes Lila’s way but this class, oh boy this class was stubborn. Instead of choosing between Marinette or Lila the class collectively agreed to ignore and not believe Lila when she spoke of Marinette nor Marinette when she spoke of Lila. It was a little awkward at first but as time went on it got easier and easier for the class to ignore the two girls when they spoke of the other. And Lila was NOT happy about it. She had promised that brat that she would take every single one of her friends away until she was alone and ostracized. And she was not one to go back on promises. Marinette had dropped the situation but Lila was determined, she would not lose so she was forced to come up with alternate ways to take the other girl’s friends away. Lila originally planned to take Alya away first but the girl was too bullheaded and refused to believe that her “bestie” would ever hurt another soul, she had told Lila “I know you don’t trust Marinette but you tripped and I know Marinette well enough to know she wouldn’t do that! And besides, we all know Chloe framed Marinette and put your necklace in her locker. Simple!” 

Lila groaned in annoyance. Just what would she have to resort to to get these fools on her side? Sure Lila was a little heartless, ok very heartless, but she didn’t want to physically beat up Marinette, well it didn’t really have anything to do with having a heart or not, Lila was just too lazy to exert physical energy like that. She was staring out of the window of her mother’s car when a familiar flash of black hair and pale skin passed her peripherals and she whipped her head to find Marinette blushing profusely while talking to some boy in the park by school. She watched them become smaller as she got further away for a moment before a smile crept onto Lila’s face and she relaxed back into her seat. The Destruction of Marinette was finally coming. 

---

Lila sauntered in the classroom the next day, it was before class started so of course Marinette was not there but Alya was speaking animatedly with Rose and Juleka in the back of the classroom. 

“Hey guys! Guess what I saw yesterday?” she spoke in an excited tone that always got those oafs enraptured in her stories. 

“Oooo, girl tell me,” Alya held a glint in her eye and while Rose practically vibrated through her chair, Juleka just sat there not being one to show emotion. 

“So you know how Marinette has a crush on Adrien?” Immediately Alya and the other two girls looked between each other growing uncomfortable. Ok, fair enough, not the best course of action. “No no no! I’m sorry, not like that! I just saw her yesterday at the park with some tall, dark haired boy and it looked like she was like, into him, you know? She was blushing pretty hard. He was pretty cute and I just thought that they looked so cute together! I just think she might be over Adrien now!” Maybe if these girls believed that Marinette wasn’t into Adrien they'd help her get with him, Alya has told plenty of stories of them joining forces to get Marinette to ask out Adrien, all she had to do was convince the lot to switch out Marinette for her. Simple enough. Except now Alya was laughing, why was she laughing?

“I’m sorry it’s just-” Alya burst out into laughter again before straightening up and grabbing Lila’s shoulders and looking into her eyes, “trust me, Marinette does not have another crush, besides whoever that guy was there's no way he’s better than Adrien.” Ok. Rude. 

“But he actually seemed pretty nice….” 

Juleka spoke up which startled Lila so much she flinched back, “What did he look like?” 

“Well he was pretty tall and he had black hair with blue tips, he was handsome too.” Lila prayed Marinette had good taste in men because if she just called some random, ugly dude “handsome” she’d be mortified. Lila’s thoughts were washed away when Rose gasped and Juleka gave Lila a rare smile. 

“Aww,” Rose squeaked, turning to her friend, “Juleka that is so cu-”

“Wait, she was blushing because of LUKA? Seriously? That knockoff Jagged Stone? Please, Marinette actually has class. Anyone who thinks otherwise is an air headed buffoon. I mean c'mon.” Lila’s jaw dropped, she couldn’t help it! That was just so, so rude! Even Lila didn’t insult people straight up like that, not only did she insult that boy, who honestly Lila didn’t really care about, but she insulted her! Lila was many things and being insulted and basically called stupid was not something she liked to be. 

Juleka slammed her hands on the table making everyone in the classroom jump and look over at the four and stood up glaring at Alya. 

“ExcUSE ME?” Lila’s brows shot up at the quiet girl’s outburst, so many things were happening today. 

“Sorry, girl, I didn’t mean it like tha-”

“My brother is amAZing. He and Marinette would be perfect together. He’s respectful, kind, and actually cares for Marinette!” Juleka was fuming which shocked everyone speechless, but headstrong Alya got over it quickly and retorted, 

“No way, Adrien is way better for her, he’s also respectful and kind AND his father is Gabrial Agrest.” 

“Please, the brat doesn’t even like Marinette,” Rose gasped at ‘brat’ but Juleka ignored her and attempted to mimic Adrien’s voice saying, “she’s just a friend!” Alya gasped in offense. 

“You take that back!”

“Why? There’s literally no reason to because it’s true.” The two were completely oblivious to the stares they were getting from everyone who had trickled into the classroom. The only ones not present were the ones being talked about and Ms. Bustier. No one dared to interrupt or make a sound, not even Lila since they were all so shocked that Juleka was actually arguing with someone, and so passionately. None of them had ever even heard her speak so loudly before. 

Alya was about to retort when Alix hissed, “they’re coming!” and in walked Marinette with a slight blush talking with Adrien who was rubbing the back of his neck with a shy smile. Alya shot Juleka a smug smile before turning and jogging to her spot. 

Nobody paid any mind to Lila who stayed rooted in her spot with blood slowly draining from her face. 

What just happened?

Not only did they defend Marinette but they argued about who was better for her. And Alya just so blatantly insulted her. Like she was nothing. Alya will suffer for that. 

Lila turned and slowly walked to her seat and plopped onto it, ignoring Nathaniel's side glance. After a moment she smiled to herself, all she had to do was convince everyone else that this "Luka" was better for Marinette so she could have Adrien all to herself. 

Lila really didn't know what she was getting into. 

---

For the rest of the day Lila joined forces with Juleka and Rose to spread the news of the newly coined "Lukanette" pairing. Alya was not having an easy time hiding how offended she was that people so easily turned their backs on Adrien, the girl really needed to learn to let go. Lila was going to tear “Adrienette” away from her if it was the last thing she did. 

Meanwhile, Juleka and Rose worked overtime, with a few smartly placed words and here and there the two were determined to turn the rest of the class on their side. They, plus Lila, had become the forefront runners for the Lukanette campaign, and as shameful as she felt campaigning for Maribrat she convinced herself that it was for the better. One step back two steps forward, once the class was "Lukanette" believers she'd have Adrien to herself and it would be one more step to take the throne and continue The Destruction of Marinette. She’d feel the disgust churning in her stomach but she'd still do it. It was for the greater good. 

Nathaniel refused to partake, Ivan was firmly Team Luka while Mylene chose Team Adrien since she didn’t know Luka that well and Adrien was always nice to her, Alix laughed at everyone and didn’t pick a side but was slightly stingy when Kim and Max pledged Team Adrien, and of course Nino decked himself out in Team Adrien gear, seriously the boy came into school with something new everyday. However, Adrien became Team Luka to support the nice dark haired boy even though he had no idea why his classmates were creating “Teams” between himself and Luka, but he “just wanted it to be fair!” The surprise came from Sabrina when she herself pledged Team Luka while Chloe was Team Adrien. It was a week after the Teams began and at first it was all fun and games but that moment when Sabrina switched sides it became war and there was an immediate shift in the air. During school Team Luka did not speak with Team Adrien at all and vice versa, after school the teams were forgotten, except of course when Alix, who was always one to sow discord, would mention it during a class hangout and chaos would ensue. Then shirts were made, inspired by one of Nino’s bracelets that he determined marked him officially as “Team Adrien,” and the civil war within the classroom became official. Marinette of course was completely oblivious and refused to ask why everyone was wearing shirts and refused to get dragged in, not realizing she was the center of this little war. 

At first it was only Juleka and Rose who wore the teal tie dyed Team Luka shirts but when Alya and Chloe walked in wearing their own Team Adrien gear Lila’s fury raged. That day after class Lila snatched a Team Luka shirt that Juleka and Rose made with Marinette to wear the next day. When she walked in the next morning she felt Alya and Chloe’s eyes burn into her soul but she refused to back down, she felt shame rise in her but held her head up high but not missing Marinette’s dropped jaw at the sight of her. 

Two steps forward one step back, she kept telling herself. No one insults her and gets away with it. Alya will go down with Marinette and Lila’s dignity.

It became an even bigger deal when Alix tweeted the situation of her class and Chloe retweeted it with evidence that Adrien was better which in turn dragged Jagged Stone in and people were warring over who was better looking, nicer, more talented, etc. It definitely could have ruined some careers in the process but Juleka happily relayed to Lila that Luka was just happy that 3 million people were “Team Luka” with 2.8 million “Team Adrien” and many of them were begging to hear his music. 

Unfortunately this news reached the Waynes. How the ever loving shit did Marinette even KNOW the Waynes was completely beyond Lila. The girl was a freaking nobody, if Lila didn’t break her quickly she might surpass Lila and that just wouldn’t do. The reason Lila knew the Waynes had found out was because Alix, that hotheaded brat who refused to pick a side, showed up in a black shirt with bold green letters that spelled out ‘TEAM DAMIAN’ and on the back it said ‘FIND YOUR OWN GIRL’. Lila asked who Damian was and the whole class heard her when she said, “Damian Wayne, obviously.” Lila screamed into her pillow until she couldn’t breath when she got home that day. There HAD to be a solution to all of this, she wanted to desperately stop faking that she cared who Marinette ended up with, just as long as it wasn’t Adrien. Or Damian freaking Wayne.

Team Luka:

Lila, Juleka, Rose, Ivan, Sabrina, Adrien

Team Adrien:

Alya, Chloe, Nino, Kim, Max, Mylene

Team Damian:

Alix 

More shall arrive for Team Damian 

Part 2 Teaser heehee

“Hey Marinette?" The girl called looked up from her sketchbook to see Juleka nervously tapping on her desk with her nails and Rose standing behind her with a look that could only be described as sparkly. Marinette raised an eyebrow but smiled kindly at them. 

"Yes?" 

"So umm *ahem* can you help me and Rose make shirts that say "Team Luka" on them?" 

"Team lu- uhmm sure?" 

Juleka have her a rare smile and a soft "thanks" before returning to her seat with Rosa who squeaked "you're the best Marinette!" Marinette gave the girl a weak smile and a small nod of appreciation and just stared in confusion at the spot where the two girls stood previously. 

What?

Part 2

[umai-town]

~ Pinky Promise ~

A Rui x Fem! reader Story

[Demon Female Rader]

Warnings -

Blood, Killing/Death of more than 1 person, Slight Violence, Its weird [if ya take it any way], and Just read at ur own risk. Its a bit Mature to.

You were admiring the night sky in silence. Feeling the breeze from the night air blow your hair softly. You were on a rooftop of one of the many houses in this small village you found about 2 weeks ago on this mountain. You listened closely to the silence…waiting for the smallest sound. A sound you loved more than anything in this world. The sound of someone’s footsteps.

Why, you ask? Because that meant someone was breaking the rules. Walking outside at night was strictly forbidden in this town and everyone here knew it. This rule is what kept people safe from Demons who lurk outside…Demons like you~

But you were smarter than most demons around this area, you always had a plan. You had strategy to your attacks, Methods to disposing of whatever you didn’t eat, more importantly skills to avoid what ever threatens you. And because of that you have been able to make 7 kills in the 2 weeks that you have been here. More than enough to most, but to you that was just a snack.

Then…you suddenly hear that sweet sound. Footsteps just a few feet from your location. You smiled giggling lightly as you slowly walked to the edge of the rooftop you were on. You looked down to see 2 young guys walking slowly through the streets. You smiled to yourself as you prepared to make your move. This is going to be sooo~ Easy~ you thought.

Until….

They both looked up at you. They knew you were watching them. How? This caught you off guard. One of them yelled out and then they pulled out swords. Katanas? It doesn’t matter!! You were confused and shook at this, so you quickly turn to run in the opposite direction. But as soon as you did you heard more footsteps as 2 others were now running at you. They all lookedthe same. The same clothes…no uniforms…they are Demon Slayers!

You ran as fast as you could at this point. Doing everything you could to avoid the 4 slayers that are now after you. You ran until you reached the edge of the town and you were sure that would make them stop chasing you. But as you exited the town they kept coming after you. What do I do now! They are going to kill me at this rate! I’m to young to lose my head! I haven’t even killed 10 people yet! I’m so close please! You cried to yourself as you ran into the woods outside of the town. As you did the slayers slowly got closer to you. What was slowing you down!? Your covered in it at this rate! Its sticky and annoying! Its-

…

Spider webs?

…

As you noticed this the sound of footsteps went quiet. Why? You stopped running behind a tree and looked behind you. The slayers were standing together in a circle and ready to fight. What else is there besides me? Is it because of all the webs? Do they not want to get stuck in them? Scared of spiders? Many thoughts filled your head.

You watch closely, then before you knew what had happened. One of the slayers was sliced into small bits, another was pulled into the air by a unsee force and bulled apart. The other two tried to run off but both were pulled back by the same force and into the trees. You didn’t see them all you saw was a big splash of blood from the trees. Nothing more.

You took a moment to breath and relaxed a bit. They were no longer after you, because their all dead, but that’s not the point. But…what killed them? You imminently feel a presence like no other. It was a demon, But MUCH Stronger than you. You freeze in place. You couldn’t more because of this feeling. You could feel its strength as it grew close to you. You tightly close your eyes fearing the worst.

…

“Hey…You are indeed alive, correct?”

I am? What is with that voice?

You open your eyes to see the one who bears all that strength. You were correct it was a demon. But not what you imagined him to look like. You were expecting a big, strong elder demon much greater than yourself. But what you got was…This small boy, white and pure looking with dark red marks all over his face. His Kimono had the Pattern of Spider webs and he had no shoes on. But what got you was those ice blue eyes, full teal lashes, and the symbol in his eye. It was a kanji. “Lower rank 5” What does that mean you thought.

He looked at you with such a soft gaze. He was just standing there playing with the small webs connecting his fingers. He looked like a kid. You were the same Hight as him, same size, and figure. Weird…

“I saved your life…” He stated bluntly

“That was you!? That was amazing. I thank you for helping me…” You smiled at him and he looked at you the same. No emotion on his face, this is awkward.

“You are alive because of me…You understand that…yes?”

You were confused what answer did he want from you. You simply nod at him.

“You now owe your life to me…Don’t you agree?”

What! No way, he can’t be serious! He’s joking right! You stood there with a slightly confused look on your face.

“hmm…you look confused did I not say it clearly enough for you?” He then pulled on the webs he was playing with. This made your body tighten up, it hurt. You looked down to see he had webs on you. Wrapped all the way around your arms and legs. How did-When did he do this?! In fear of your own life, you gave him the answer he wanted. “YES! I owe you! I’m thankful you saved me from those slayers!” With that the webs stopped.

“hmm…good. Because you now owe me… I have an idea set for you; do you accept?”

He walked up to you. He was in arms reach if only you could move away from him. You were scared what did he mean by “set for you” it was terrifying the things that popped into your head. As he got closer you freaked out a bit. You looked down a bit but nodded feeling you had no other choice.

“Good…What all do you know about being a little sister...”

A Little sister? Are you serious right now. You spoke with slight confusion. “Not much. I don’t remember much of my former human life, but I do know I was an only child.” He looked at you with the same blank face. “Well then…That means you will be learning from scratch…That makes things a bit easier…” He moved the web between his finders, and you were released from the webs. You almost fell on your knees, but he grabbed your hands holding you steady. Suddenly his gaze was no longer just blank rather it felt warm and welcoming. He stood you back up straight and held on to one of your hands. I am Rui…But you soon will be able to call me Big brother…” He stated with his soft tone. “Follow closely now~” He said with a small joyful tone. Barley enough to tell it was there but you caught it. It made you smile a bit yourself. As he began to walk forward, you followed in suit.

He led you to a run-down looking house further into the woods. As you approached it more demons began to show their faces. They all had similar features to his, white skin, red face marks, or some resemblance to a spider and so on. Was this his real family? You thought. Then you were sat at an old table with broken eating utensils, plates, and bowls, all empty and dusty. All the other demons gathered around and sat down all looking at you. No one spoke, no one dared moved out of place. All was silent. He sat in the seat next to you. He had a very faint smile on his face. It made you feel warm inside somehow. You noticed One of the other demons was now holding a bowl of what looked lake water. She held it close to him not making any form of eye contact with him. He Used his small webs in his fingers to cut his own hand, bleeding into the bowl, Turning it all dark red. He then grabbed it from her and held it in front of you.

“As of now…You are a part of this family, when you drink this…My blood…you will be one with us, You will be My little sister.” He handed you the bowl and you looked into it. Seeing yourself as you are now. Your big (E/C) eyes, your soft (S/T) skin, and your (H/L) (H/C) hair flowing in your face. You felt different now it was sudden and strange. He wanted you here, he could protect you, he didn’t have to save you, yet he did. So, you took a final breath before raising the bowl to your lips and drinking his blood. Once done you sat the bowl down in front of you. Looking into it, its now empty and you can no longer see yourself. Then you closed your eyes for what felt like a mere second and all you remember from then…

Is pain

…

Once the pain went away you opened your eyes to see his hands on your face. He was holding it ever so softly. His hands were cold but that didn’t bother you. You felt safe suddenly. He smiled down at you. “Congratulations You are now a part of our family” you smiled lightly and in the corner of your eye another demon was holding something. He gave it to Rui and he held it up to your face. It was a small slightly broken Mirror. In it you did not see your old self. You saw….Rui. Or was that really you. You looked just like him. Your markings seemed to match up with his, just there were like flipped onto the other side, opposite of his own. Your eyes were the same, yet you lacked in the Kanji he had in his. Your hair was much like his now just much longer. You looked up to him with a small smile on your face. You were part of this family now…you felt safe and warm. He smiled back and grabbed your hand placing one of his small webs around your pinky finger.

“You are now home. You are special and I know it…So I made you into the perfect image… You are now part of me…as my little Twin Sister.” He smiled at you as you did to him. You giggled “is this a pinky promise?” he nodded “pinky promise”

From then on you two were inseparable, you were loyal to him, the string always connected you two and because of this you two hardly ever separated from one another. Darning battled and such he was by your side, that string always being your guide to him. You were with him for many years. He treated you different from the others as well as you did to him. You loved him as he did you. He was your everything as you were to him. You were happy for once in forever.

As...

🕸~His Little Twin sister~🕸

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[wolf-zer0]

Ya want some WORLD-BUILDING????

Have some world-building!

*REMINDER* This is based on characters, not real people.  I’m not going to be writing any shipping/smut content, especially involving minors.  Please be respectful of content creators’ boundaries!

The Crystallos Empire (AKA the Antarctic Empire)

Largest the countries (takes up most of the southern half of the map) but agreed to stop expansion after a bloody battle with Valeriana 

Centered on a large snowy mountain in the middle of the tundra 

Mostly stays out of other countries’ business, but will step in as a last resort 

Has some of the most well-known citizens in the world because… they’re pure chaos 

Attack at your own peril 

Has vast deposits of ores and gemstones, and the metalwork from Crystallos (mainly weaponry, armor, and jewelry) is highly sought after 

The only known food export is potatoes.  Wonder why… 

Associated Colors: Royal blue, light blue, crimson, gold 

Aesthetic/Vibes: gothic vibes, white stone and large stain glass windows, not particularly opulent or extravagant but still impressively royal looking, think catholic cathedral but brighter and with less Jesus (can you tell I’m a recovering catholic yet?), spires shooting into the sky that’s visible even during a blizzard, cavernous halls full of sunlight and echoes, snow that can comfort and kill in equal measure

Notable Members:

Philza Minecraft:

Angel

Visible wings look like a harpy eagle

Probably the most powerful person in the world

Didn’t mean to start an empire it kinda just happened

Also didn’t mean to adopt kids but his Dadza alarm went off

Usually kind but will not hesitate to use violence when necessary

Technoblade: 

Is pig.  

With braid.  

At least 8 feet all

Extremely adept fighter, skilled in almost every form of combat.  

Not a people pig, prefers his potato farm to being a prince

Hella protective of his family but will not hesitate to bully when given the opportunity

Wilbur Soot: 

Muse who can influence people through song

Can’t totally control people (yet) but can subtly push them in a certain direction

The public face of the imperial family

Would rather insult than fight but can and will cut a bitch if he needs to

Because inspiration is fickle he’ll have some … strange episodes (see: the Sand Incident)

Tommy Innit: 

Child.  

Chaos incarnate.

Is he human?  Is he not?  No one’s sure yet.  

But he’s a gremlin and a hellion and willing to throw down at any moment.  

Has a surprisingly caring side, but no one outside his immediate circle has ever really seen it.  

The Kingdom of Valeriana (aka Dream SMP)

Oldest of the countries 

Located in the middle of a massive forest at the center of the main continent 

Home of the Fae Courts

Ruled by a single king who is chosen by a tournament held every 100 years 

Known for causing chaos in other countries, but after an Incident with Crystallos they have kept their meddling to annoyances rather than outright declarations of war 

Considered the most magical of all the countries, and traditional enchantments almost all come from Valeriana 

Associated Colors: neon green (duh), bright yellow, forest green, light brown, blood red (more saturated than Crystallos), rose gold 

Aesthetic/Vibes: spooky art nouveau (idk what else to call it), lots of plants and nature but with an edge of danger, poison gardens and carnivorous plants, hedge mazes that lead everywhere and nowhere, laughter deep in the forest, deer with eyes just a hair too human, Alice in Wonderland on steroids 

Notable Members: 

Dream: 

Current king of the Fae

As long as he’s touching the ground, he knows where everything and everyone is

Can terraform

Unlimited in the boundaries of his kingdom

Much more limited outside of his realm

No one has ever seen what he really looks like, even before he took the throne

Since people outside the kingdom don’t know who he is, he’ll wander the outside world and challenge random people to fights

Never says what happens to the losers

Only one person has ever beaten him: Technoblade

He might have a lil obsession around Techno, but it’s fine.  

A little competition is healthy.

Sapnap:  

High Lord of the Summer Court

Dream’s right hand man

Likes fire a little too much probably

George: 

Human that Dream took a liking too and yoinked from the mortal world

Dream and Sapnap made him immortal but he hasn’t realized it yet.  

Skeppy: 

Changeling who started growing diamond-like scales across his body

Is vaguely allied with Dream simply because he’s Fae, but is more loyal to BBH

Like a lot of other Fae, likes to make challenges but he makes them less deadly.  Not totally safe, just less deadly.

Badboyhalo: 

Demon who was kicked out of hell because he was too nice

Found Skeppy in the Overworld and the rest is history

Cursed by the Demon King that the moment he says a swear word, the entire world would end, but can never tell anyone that he is cursed

The Merchant’s Guild

Not quite a country, more of a international power 

Oversees the largest and most important businesses in the world 

Makes sure that no laws are broken between different countries and everyone gets a fair shake 

Has a very large reach, so some members have dabbled in espionage for various groups 

From the outside it looks like the whole thing is kept together with duct tape and hope, but its actually pretty functional

The main members are just… a lot. 

More concerned with keeping things working than influencing other nations (although there are still jokes about it) 

The most valuable thing they trade in is information

They have a lot of fingers in a lot of pots, but are trusted with their information 

Associated Colors: dark blue, teal, deep yellow, burnt orange, copper

Aesthetic/Vibes: art deco babie, angles and lines, very modern and streamlined, sleek suits instead of armor or robes, whiskey in a crystal glass, wars won by words not weapons, knowing when someone’s lying without them saying a word

Notable Members:

Schlatt: 

Ram-man with a plan

Not that bad of a dude, but is in a position where he is constantly in possession of highly sensitive information and that does things to someone’s mental state

Drinks pretty regularly but not a full blown alcoholic

Trying his best

Can be a snarky asshole sometimes

Quackity: 

Lucky duck.  literally.  

Duck man with an uncanny ability to absorb good luck from people (typically Fundy) and apply it to himself

No one knows when or why he joined the guild, but now he’s there

Pretty damn smart, but hides it behind humor

Fundy: 

FOX!  

With BEANS!

Trying his goddamn best but life (and Quackity) make it very difficult

Usually is stuck with the shit end of the stick when getting jobs/contracts/etc. 

Wilbur being his dad is an inside joke that’s gotten a life of its own.  

(No Fishfuckers Allowed!!!)

Puffy: 

Badass sheep lady who captains a ship and commands her own armada

Schlatt’s sister

Also part of Storm’s Landing’s council and acts as the main liaison between them 

Do not fuck with her she will kick your ass.

Storm’s Landing

Port city that became a country after becoming a safe-haven for seafarers

Led by a council of important people, with the head of the council known as the Admiral 

Closest ties to Crystallos and the Merchant’s guild because: 

1) Clingy supremacy!!!!

2) it’s a good idea for a guild to have good ties with a large sea power

3) all the dads for Tubbo

Associated Colors: navy blue, scarlet, white, brass 

Aesthetic/Vibes: Nautical (obviously) with heavy “Age of Exploration” vibes, barnacles crusted on treasure chests, think tall ships and pirates and shit, respecting the ocean because holy shit she’s gonna smash your boat to pieces on a whim because she can, has an edge of darkness because when you go deep enough who knows what you’ll find down there (maybe mermaids???) 

Notable Members:

CaptainSparklez: 

elected to Admiral after the previous Admiral went missing on a routine voyage 

(idk who it used to be, I just wanted to make him new at leading)

not 100% sure about the whole thing, but handling it pretty okay

still answers to “Captain” instead of “Admiral”.  

Niki:

If Storm’s Landing had a queen, would be it unquestionably

Never gets robbed even though there’s a well known “underbelly” in town

Could probably end wars with her croissants

Has a significant history of empathic abilities in her family, so she can tell how people are feeling at all times

Eret: 

Owns a magic store in town that really only shows itself to people who need it.  

Having a bad mental health day?  

He’s got a warm blanket and a cup of your favorite warm beverage waiting.  

Dysphoric?  

She’s got the perfect outfit and affirming words already prepared.  

Trying to find that specific book but can’t remember the title or plot, only vaguely know the color of the cover?  

They’ve got it.  

Ranboo:  

Not sure why he decided to move to a seaside city when he’s not chill with water, but now he’s here and he’s too anxious to leave

Known for teleporting around town randomly when nervous, and the people who find him are always willing to let a hand if he gets lost

Tubbo: 

This boi!  Has so many dads!  

Epitome of “Kindness does not equal weakness.”  

While a lot of people underestimate him, he’s not some fragile little flower

He hasn’t fully grown into his ability to speak to animals (he can only understand bees right now)

He’s just as much of a shit stirrer as Tommy.  

When they meet up, look out.  Something’s getting destroyed.

The Astral Academy

An independent university focused on advancing knowledge in the arcane arts and engineering 

Not a country, but has the political power of one due to their vast resources and building prowess 

People can’t enter unless they are invited or have been given entry as a student 

There are a bunch of potential doors scattered around the continent that could lead to the Academy, but no one is sure where the real entrance is 

Associated Colors: royal purple, lilac, sepia, sky blue, silver, bronze Aesthetic/Vibes: bright academia, massive libraries with bookshelves stuffed to bursting, workshop benches covered in scrap and prototypes, open air observatories, runes waiting to be translated, the crackling energy that comes from successful collaboration, falling down a research rabbit hole, bursting with pride after a project is a success

Notable Members: 

Sam

Purpled

Ponk

Punz

Antfrost

Jack Manifold

I don’t know much about these characters, so if you have any ideas please let me know!

Zero’s OC Land - The North Haven

Smallest and newest country 

Recently gained independence from under a cruel dictator (not schlatt lol)

Located in a pine forest at the base of a huge mountain range 

Has pretty good relations with the other countries, but outsiders don’t know much about them 

Main exports are wood carvings and leather goods 

Associated Colors: Maroon, dark brown, black, pewter 

Aesthetic/Vibes: medieval but with a modern twist, dark wood lit by a roaring fireplace, snow-covered woods without a living soul in sight, half timber houses and detailed wood carving, no outrageous ornamentation or extravagance 

Notable Members:

Tyr: 

Lord of the North Haven

trying to keep his people safe and protected

one of the few remaining Spirits (higher in power than the Fae, but lower than angels)

Spirit of Justice

lost a hand in the war for North Haven’s independence

didn’t want to become the leader but does a pretty good job at it

Adopted 5 kids and is trying his best

Bragi: 

Heir Apparent

24 year old human

can influence the world by speaking (not singing) but has to be careful about which words he uses

has a book full of phrases that have proven effects (a spellbook of sorts)

has a friendly rivalry with Wilbur

Freya: 

Spymaster

actually the oldest but abdicated because she feels she’s not the right person to lead a country

age unknown because she’s the last known [REDACTED] (it’ll be revealed, but I wanna build suspense)

has gyrfalcon wings and heightened senses

chronic insomniac

Forseti: 

Official Librarian

20 years old

hybrid with an unknown entity

has black fingers with sharp claws

always wears gloves to hide them

can create portals to places he’s been or to people he knows (the second is much riskier, but not impossible)

knowledge sponge

wants to join the Astral Academy but is too nervous to apply

Odin: 

Older Twin

The “Sensible One”

17 years old

Has an uncanny sense of direction

Can’t get lost no matter what

Can manipulate magnetic fields

Loki:

Younger Twin

The “Hot Headed One”

17 years old

can manipulate fire

idolizes his older siblings, particularly Freya

The Institute

Creeping around in the background

Up to bad things

Something’s going on in the world, but no one’s noticed yet

They will though… soon

Aesthetic/Vibes: minimalism (the worst kind of vibes imo), think laboratories or empty hospitals, harsh artificial lights and cold floors, labyrinths of monotonous hallways with no doors