#the annoying part of me wanted to make this a twilight au so i could recreate the hug from the second movie but i kept a grip on myself

[sunjaesol]

#47 for the kiss prompts :)

47. A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

(all human, long distance au)

Luke's bravado would be the death of him. That his relationship was stronger than anything in the world, that thousand miles apart didn't change their dynamic, that their love was the exception, all stemmed from his unfailing confidence.

And it was true: he loved Julie to the moon and beyond and couldn't imagine a life without her, couldn't fathom a future that didn't include her. But fuck, it was hard. It was really, really hard.

Julie currently studied on the East Coast, at Berklee College of Music in Boston. Luke, meanwhile, stayed in L.A. to foster the band. Three thousand miles. Their busy schedules forced them to FaceTime at odd hours and texts often didn't go further than good morning and good night. Every day, he missed her and it ached his chest when he thought about her too long.

Despite all that, Luke was proud of her. Berklee had been her dream and she was living it out, fully and without guilt. She was training among the greatest singers in the country, finetuning her voice in pop, rock and jazz. Once in a while, she sent the boys a clip of her singing and playing piano, and it was out of this world. She had the voice of a freaking angel.

Maybe the hardest part of being together while apart, was watching her grow separately from him. Silly things, like getting a haircut or a new dress. Figuring out she liked a certain drink or dish. Exploring a different part of the city. Making a friend.

(And he knew what people at Berklee thought about their relationship. Julie told him. They thought it was crazy to stay with a high school sweetheart, or that he had to be cheating, or that she was missing out, that they were holding each other back. It almost led to a break-up a couple months back when insecurities rose and bubbled over the surface. Luke and Julie had to make an effort every single day to tune the noise out; to only focus on each other.)

The only time they saw each other was during breaks. Like now. It was the start of summer break and the couple would have a full two months together before she started her Senior Year at Berklee.

Luke paced along the arrival hall, periodically checking the time on his phone. Julie had landed about now. A small bouquet of wildflowers and dahlias laid ready in the backseat of his car, alongside a bunch of other gifts he bought for her in the last few months. Little trinkets that made him think of her.

Adrenaline surged in his body. He couldn't contain it, rocking back and forth on his heels and craning his neck as though she'd suddenly appear in the crowd.

It was silly, because they were twenty-one and twenty-two and barely adults, but Luke has lately been thinking about marrying her. Long distance did make the heart grow fonder. He loved her. And he's loved her since they were fifteen and sixteen years old. Something insane had to happen for their devotion to defer.

The doors of the arrival halls slid open and a stream of people poured out. Luke's heart skipped a beat. Holy shit. It was happening. He had no clue if these were the people from her flight, but they looked like Bostonians to him. The myriad of Red Sox hats were a clue.

(Julie had one, too. Betrayal to The Dodgers!)

Moments passed. No sight of Julie. More people popping out the doors and rushing to loved ones to hug them, or waving at taxi drivers with their names written on a card. Nerves rose up his spine. Had she missed her flight? Did he get the time wrong? Was she arriving tomorrow?

Just as disappointment sunk, a head of long, dark curls appeared around the corner. Brown skin, sunshiny eyes, a damned Red Sox hat, purple jogger set and chunky sneakers. Julie Molina through and through. His love.

"Jules!" he yelled.

Her scanning eyes found him and a brilliant smile exploded on her features. A sense of home wrapped around him before she even touched him, and it once again affirmed that no distance could ruin them.

Julie sprinted towards him and Luke spread his arms, a laugh bubbling out. The closer she got, the quicker tears began to well in his eyes. Nothing beat seeing a person in real life. Pixels didn't match up to the real thing.

Jumping into his arms, Julie knocked the breath out of him. A gust of air left him in surprise at the impact, but circled his arms around her in a snap. With her face burrowed in his neck, he heard her inhale and press a kiss on his neck.

Luke chuckled, watery, and kissed whatever skin his lips found. Home. She was home.

"I missed you so much," she whispered, pulling back to face him. Her hand caressed his cheek and kissed him on the mouth.

Luke sighed and tilted his face to deepen the kiss. Fuck, he missed this. Her legs slid down and set her feet on the floor. Their kiss didn't interrupt though, their fingers clinging, keeping each other close.

A blissful smile bloomed on his cheeks when they parted. "How was your flight?"

"Good. I was thinking about you."

"I was thinking about you, too."

Julie noted the moisture in his eyes and frowned, reaching up to wipe at the gentle skin. "You'd think we'd stop missing each other so much."

He grabbed her hand. "We won't miss each other for the entire summer."

"That's true," she replied, happy, and allowed him to lead her out of the airport, her luggage and bag in the other hand. "And after my senior year, we'll never have to miss each other again."

He raised a brow, trying not to appear like marriage bells were ringing in his head. "Never?"

Julie nodded and squeezed his hand. "Never."

send me a kiss prompt for juke

[fanofstuff01]

Happy birthday!! Here have a little something 😁

-

Lilo and Stitch Au

✨ Christmas Edition ✨

Adam sat on his couch with his coffee and watched the snow fall outside as the twilight of the morning became slowly more grey than black from the cloud covered haze.

Christmas was coming and this year he wouldn't be with his kids..... He was going to miss them so much and that was all he wanted was for them to be here with him around the tree, opening gifts and stuffing their faces full of sweets.

But it wasn't meant to be he guessed....

Lucifer, the heaven born Angel with an attitude problem that was made to come down and be Adams companion slowly made his way from his own room into the living room and paused when he saw Adam sitting there posed to the patio glass slide in doors as if he was watching television.

Lucifer: You're up early.

Adam didn't even flinch when he heard the voice, too used to it by now.

Adam: I never went to sleep. Couldn't.

Lucifer frowned and tried not to roll his eyes, humans complain about a lack of sleep and then willingly don't do the sleep? They were weird and backwards in ways he will never understand.

Lucifer: Oh.

He was just going to grab coffee and go back to his room but something was eating at him to further make sure Adam was okay.

Lucifer walked over and sat beside him with his own mug, he looked out to the falling snow. It was calming and nice.

Adam: I won't see my kids until January.....

Lucifer nodded, he knew that Adams kids meant a lot to him.

Lucifer: How come?

Adam: Their mothers are bitches that's why.

Adam took a breath: The snow just reminds me of when we were together and times were better.

And he wasn't alone.

Lucifer: I'll be here.

Adam: Not that you want to be.

Lucifer winced, okay yeah he's made it clear that he doesn't want to be here period many a time but .......

Everyone deserves a pass on the holidays.

Lucifer: Maybe..... But no one deserves to be alone.

Adam hummed as he took a sip: Thank you Luci.

Lucifer smiled and rolled his eyes: Don't get fucking sappy on me.

Adam smirked: Me? Sappy? Never.

AAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I WAS CRAVING FOR THIS AU!!

Have a cat!!

-

Lucifer: You’re a fucking human, that’s you guys’ entire point. Being sentimental over eeverything.

He gave his voice a more dramatic tone making Adam snicker and playfully smack him.

Adam: Oh shut up. Says the guy who threw a hissy fit over not being able to fly anymore.

Lucifer: Hey! Flying means a part of an angels identity, one of the many many things that prove we are leagues above any mortal creatures we’ve created, and what define angels as the righteous hands of God!

Adam rolled his eyes and just went back to his coffee, even when at his “generosity” moments the little bastard still managed to unironically place himself on a pedestal.

And do it theatrically even.

Adam: ..So?

Lucifer: So! It is very much worth getting angry over when you lose it! Because you lose a part of your whole being.

Adam: … Who said my kids aren’t mine?

His voice got lower and his eyes fell back to his coffee, remembering how his kids would suggest they could add marshmallows to their dad’s drink too. And how he’d do just for the sake of them. Cain would always get whenever he didn’t eat it..

The self-praising and slightly arrogant face of Lucifer slowly faded when he saw how silent Adam went again. He almost wanted to audibly groan but only let out a small sigh, why was it this hard to keep humans stable? One moment they would be completely fine and then they’d go all melancholic again.

Irritating. But..

He inhaled a little and got closer to Adam, just for the sake of only this day he could ignore how annoying this creature was.

Lucifer: Soo… Wanna go outside? For a walk or something? I don’t-

Adam’s lips curled with a small smile.

Adam: You just want to play out there in the snow don’t you?

[cafecourage]

Little Red Riding Hood where Reader is Little Red but also a werewolf

Love Interest and rest of chain can be assigned however

(Cause I'm always down for a fairytale au)

I did a little twist on this. Idk if this was what you wanted. I had to ask doggo experts for how doggos act around each other. I am leaving this off on a small cliff hanger because I do want to write more of this.

Twilight didn’t trust the new person in the group. Well. It’s more like he didn’t know what to think of her. She came in like a hurricane running after the Shadow like it was her prey. Then when the dust settled and she calmed down the group quickly learned of why. The short of it being that for some reason the Shadow attacked her brother and she took chase. Which then led to her to finally agree to join the chain. Much to the Ranchers chagrin. However, he knows better than to start an unnecessary fight. Twilight could be civil.

Civility could only go so far.

Little Red, as Warrior’s likes to call her, noticed Twilight’s presence and slight unease of her and ran with it. Twilight couldn’t understand just why she was always running circles around him talking about this and that. It confused him to no end when she instantly would stick to him even when he was wolfie. He had to on more then one occasion threaten to bite Little Red’s hands. She never cared or backed away from Wolfie when he showed a bit of aggression. “He is going to bite you.” Wild warned her as he watched Little Red try to play with Wolfie.

She looked up at Wild while holding Wolfie’s face, “what? No the baby is just playing.” That comment only made Twilight growl more.

“Baby? Wolfie isn’t a baby.” Wild was torn between being completely amuse and helping Twilight out as he did know about his slight distrust of Little Red.

“No no no, Champion. This is a wolf pup. He has to be like…” Her attention draws to the wolf as she observes the good boy. “Man… I have to say maybe 10? He is very small even for that age. Wolfie is like an adult dog size but he is definitely a wolf.” She boops the snoot and quickly pulled back as Twilight tries to bite her hand again. This only makes her giggle more.

“I think your wolves might be just bigger than my Hyrules.” Honestly to Wild, Wolfie was the same size as most wolves, but he just shrugs and not questions that further. Twilight couldn’t understand why you were like this, he wonders if it was just an eccentric thing. He has met a lot of weird people in his life and Little Red might be one of them. After being free from your grasp he takes it upon himself to run away for now. Only because you don’t tend to grab his face while being Twilight and thats the most annoying part of being wolfie around you.

It wasn’t until they finally came to her era that he finally understood.

The village Little Red lived in was small, but cozy. It reminded Twilight of his own home. People tended to light up when seeing Little Red. But given the size of the group following them most villagers tended to just say hi and remarks that they needed to talk to her later. “My house is a bit further.” Little red said pointing to a path that ran into the woods. “It’s just me, my brother and Grandma oh and our cat. I’ll make sure to keep her out of your stuff. But we should have room to fit everyone.” She explains as the path slowly clears up to a cottage in the wood with a small garden. There was a small pup running around in the yard playing with said cat. Who was purely annoyed at ready to pap the puppy in the head.

Little Red’s eyes brightened “Link!” She calls out gaining the Pups reaction.

She dashes towards the house as the puppy starts running towards her. They meet halfway and the puppy shifts into a young boy. “You’re back! You’re back!” This Link giggles as he gets lifted in the air by his sister and spun around.

“I am! For now.” Little red nuzzles her brother’s face as she shifts her grips on her brother to put his weight on her hip. “Boy’s this is my brother. Link these are the adventurers I’ve been traveling with.”

She turns to the group with a smile. The chain was utterly confused and silent before Wind speaks up “Did he transform into a wolf?”

[plant-acts]

Oh Look, The Brothers are Bonding

A Linked Universe Fic written for @/exhaustedvet during a LoZ AU Gift Exchange!

(2,547 Words)

Summary:

Legend was not ok. He was in an unfamiliar Hyrule with Wind of all people. “Where is everyone else?”

The boy shrugged, “Dunno. I jumped through the portal after you.”

Oh no.

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OR: Legend and Wind are not close. Let's see how long that lasts when secrets are revealed.

(Ao3)

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Link, or Legend now as of two months ago, didn’t want to be here.

He wanted to be in his cluttered home with his annoying roommate, or at least off on an adventure alone, not stuck with eight other people who all seemed dead set on him being a part of the group.

Every night by the fire, they wanted to sit around and tell stories with him or make small talk while heading to their next destination, or even coddle him after a battle. It was exhausting.

Oh, also they all had the hero’s spirit or something, but that’s not important.

-

It was midday in Twilight’s Hyrule. The sun beamed through the trees overhead, basking everything in a warm glow. They were walking for what felt like hours and the sailor was falling behind. No matter how many times Warriors offered to carry him, he would refuse and say something that would have even the toughest men blushing.

It was honestly starting to annoy Legend. Yeah, a lot of them had been young when they pulled the sword so no one could judge, but that didn’t mean the kid had to drive them all up the wall with nonstop talking and being a genuine thorn in the side. All his stubborn attitude did was slow them down.

“Are you sure you don’t need to be carried?” Warriors asked for at least the hundredth time. “I really don’t mind giving you a lift until we reach the next village.”

Legend swore that Wind literally growled, “Yes! I’m sure and if you ask me again, I will shove my sword right up your-!”

“Wind. Watch your language.” Time called from the front of the group, not taking his eyes off the road. Twilight and Wild snickered at his sides.

It was a little funny to look back and see the kid’s face red from embarrassment—Karma at its finest. Whenever the goddess gave that specific child the hero’s spirit, she must have been drunk.

Speaking of the mentioned goddess, she must have not liked him thinking that because one second, he was chuckling to himself at Wind getting scolded, and the next he heard yelling from around him. He turned just in time to step through a portal that appeared in front of him.

“Ah, crap.” Was all he had time to mumble before falling through space and time. It was quite an uncomfortable feeling; like being shaken around in a blender, poured through a strainer, and then put back together. A solid 10/10 would not recommend experience.

Landing ungracefully on his stomach, the air was knocked from his lungs. He was seriously going to fight the goddess one day. Maybe that should be his next adventure.

After taking a moment to gather himself, Legend sat up and took in his surroundings. Around him was a patch of tall grass swaying softly in the breeze, with mountains and fields as far as the eye could see. The sun was now high in the sky, with small clouds dotting the view. It was beautiful, almost calming.

Taking a breath, he basked in the atmosphere. Maybe this was the break he deserved.

The moment was short-lived. He nearly jumped out of his skin when screaming started above him. Looking up, Legend spotted a familiar shade of blue growing closer. He didn’t have time to move before it landed on his chest.

Just his luck.

“Ow, oh! Sorry!” Wind jumped up, dusting himself off and reaching out a hand to help Legend stand. “You ok!?”

No. Legend was not ok. He was in an unfamiliar Hyrule with Wind of all people. “Where is everyone else?” He ignored the sailor’s help, getting to his feet on his own.

The boy shrugged, “Dunno. I jumped through the portal after you.”

He froze. This stupid kid. “You-!?” Of course, he would jump right through the portal! Wasn’t he falling behind? How the hell did he even get there!?

Wind didn’t seem to share the same worry, because all he did was tilt his head to the side confused. “Me?”

This was going to be a long few hours. Legend ran a hand through his hair, trying not to scream. “We need to find the others.” He did not want to be stuck with an actual child longer than needed. “Come on.” Looking around, he chose a random direction and started walking.

The sailor fell into step with him, adjusting the straps of his bag. Luckily, those stayed with them through the switch. “Where do you think we are?” He asked.

Now it was Legends turn to shrug. “Don’t know, don’t care.”

-

The sun lowered, causing the sky to glow a burned orange. Once again, Wind lagged behind. The kid really needed to work on his cardio.

“Keep up.” Legend called over his shoulder. “I would like to find the others before we die of old age.”

The sailor’s shoulders slumped. “I’m trying!”

Looking closer, he felt a little bad for the younger boy, whose boots dragged against the dirt. Maybe it was a good idea to stop. Legend himself was getting tired, and he didn’t want to walk through the night. Looking around, he spotted a small clearing through the trees. He took Wind’s arm and marched that way, ignoring the way the boy complained about being manhandled.

The spot seemed safe. Off the path so nothing could sneak up on them, yet close enough that they could make their way back in the morning. “We’ll set up here.” He instructed, dropping his bag to the ground.

The other was quick to follow, flopping down next to their things. “Oh, thank the gods! I thought my legs were going to fall off!”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile. Kids can be so dramatic.

Now it was time to go through the familiar routine of setting up camp. “Stay here.” He spoke, securing his sword to his back. “I’m going to get firewood.”

Wind did not listen, when did he ever? Instead, he hopped up and ran to Legend’s side, practically bouncing on his toes. “I’ll help!”

“No.” He quickly shot down. The last thing either of them needed was him getting hurt. Warriors would actually have his head on a stick. Legend would never admit it, but the guy could scare him sometimes; when he wasn’t fretting about his hair, at least. “Just…look through our bags for food or something.”

Once again, Wind did not seem to like that answer as he rolled his eyes and sat back down with crossed arms. “Fine. Whatever.”

He watched him for a second, slightly guilty. He didn’t want to be like some of the others and treat him differently because of his age. It was hypocritical to do so when almost all of them had faced danger quite young. He couldn’t help it, though. It was one thing to be a kid with the hero’s spirit; it was another to watch a kid, someone so young, fight every day, knowing how the story ends. Legend at one point used to be as carefree as him after all.

He sighed, leaving the clearing without a word. This was way out of his comfort zone.

-

The forest was calm as Legend picked through it. He didn’t need to go far for wood, but took extra time to organize his thoughts. The sun was low, low enough that the moon showed itself in the sky. He would need to head back soon and make sure Wind didn’t burn down their small camp. The thought made him chuckle some, but also kind of scared him. The youngest of their group could be a wrecking ball if he wanted to.

An ear-piercing scream echoed through the woods.

Legend dropped the wood he was holding, bolting back toward the clearing. His boots pounded on the ground as blood drained from his face.

“WIND!” He called, ignoring how the trees scraped against his legs as he plowed through the foliage. “YOU OKAY, KID?!”

The lack of response was deafening.

Breaking through the brush, saw two bags and nothing else. It was eerily still. Where the hell did he go? Legend’s heartbeat frantically in his chest, his mind swirling with worst-case scenarios. No way he lost the kid!?

Rustling across the tree line caught his attention. Slowly, he reached for his sword, unsheathing it. The cold metal against his hand was comforting; a reliable weight.

All was still for a moment. A standoff between Legend, and whatever hid amongst the leaves.

A mop of unruly blond hair littered with twigs burst out of the brush, grasping a sword and eyes wide. Upon noticing Legend, Wind grinned sheepishly. “Heyyy, Leg’.” Blood dotted his bright blue tunic. “Your back!”

Legend was at a loss for words. One order, he gave the kid one simple task! To stay put and organize food, but no! He couldn’t even do that! He stalked forward silently, eyes ablaze.

Wind took a step back. “I can explain!” He hastily shouted. “You see, I looked through our bags and thought we could use a little more food, and since you were gone, I figured I could get it myself!” Laughing awkwardly, he picked a branch out of his hair. “I found some berries that looked good, but then get this! A lizalfo jumped out at me! Not one of the black-blooded ones, a normal one! I handled it though, because I’m just that cool!”

Legend spoke slowly. “You handled it?” He towered over the younger boy, whose smile faltered. “Wind, you have blood on you!” Grabbing the boy’s arm, he yanked it over, showing a long cut going down his forearm.

Wind yanked his arm back, ducking between the taller boy’s legs to get away. “Most of it isn’t mine!” His face was red from anger, or maybe embarrassment.

Legend didn’t let him get far. Turning on a heel, he grabbed his shoulder, forcing them to face each other. “I told you to stay here! Not run off and get hurt!”

“I just wanted to help, and I can take care of myself!”

“Can you use your head for once!?” He yelled, practically shaking the sailor. “You are going to get yourself killed one day by not listening to simple instructions! The goddess must have made a mistake choosing you because there is no way in Hyrule that you should have lasted this long with dirt for brains!” He didn’t mean it. Wind was a talented warrior, one of the best. He was just…worried. Anything could have happened.

The younger boy didn’t look up. Instead, he kept his gaze on the tree line, body stiff.

Maybe Legend went a little too far. He was only a kid, after all. Slowly, he lowered them both to the forest floor. The crickets chirping, and the leaves moving were the only sounds.

“Why did you follow me?” Legend asked. The thought had been itching at the back of his head since they landed.

Wind looked away. “You have been leading us through this Hyrule. Of course I would follow.” He responded, dodging the question.

Legend narrowed his eyes, watching as the younger boy fiddled with the ends of his tunic. A breeze blew through, causing them both to shiver.

“You know what I mean.”

He didn’t respond for a long moment, just staring off into the distance with foggy blue eyes. Eventually, his mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to form a response. “Can I tell you something?” His voice sounded small, almost like the child Wind was supposed to be. He met Legend’s gaze.

It scared the veteran to see the youngest of their group, the one who shone like a light in all the dark times, be uncharacteristically quiet.

He nodded anyway.

Wind took a breath, preparing himself. “I- well, first off, you can’t tell anyone, or get mad.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he looked almost scared. Like he expected Legend to jump up and chase him away. “I don’t have the hero’s spirit.”

That was the last thing Legend expected to hear. A chill went down his spine.

The sailor continued. “I’m sorry.” Fresh tears filled his eyes. “I know I should have told you sooner, but I wanted to impress you! You have gone on so many adventures, and have all kinds of magic things, and I wanted you to like me! I want everyone to like me, and if they knew I wasn’t chosen, that I wasn’t a genuine hero, then they wouldn’t!” He practically yelled, franticly running his fingers through his hair. “That’s why I pushed past everyone and jumped in after you! I wanted to spend time with the hero of legend.”

Legend didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t some amazing hero, just a guy who went on a few too many adventures. No one a kid should look up to, or more importantly, compare himself to.

Slowly, he moved his arms, wrapping them around Wind in an awkward hug. “That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Wind looked up, sniffling. “What?”

“You defeated Gannon, right?”

The boy nodded. “Yeah. Stabbed‘em straight through the head.”

Slightly graphic, but that’s fine. “Then you are just as much of a hero as the rest of us.” Gently, Legend rubbed his back. “Maybe even more so. You did it without any divine intervention.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “And uh, I’m sorry about what I said earlier.” Short, sweet, and to the point. Legend had never been the best at apologies.

He felt Wind’s arms wrap around his mid-section tightly. “It’s ok. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have run off when you told me not to.”

And that was enough mushy feelings for the next month. He ruffled the boy’s hair, pulling them both up. “Alright. Why don’t we fix up that arm and actually get some food before dark?”

“Can I come with you this time?”

“Of course.”

-

That night, they sat side by side as the fire roared and stars danced overhead. Wind lay against Legend’s side with a blanket wrapped around both of them.

 “And that is how I met my roommate, who is also the most annoying person in the world.” Legend finished his story. How he was pulled into the classic bonding around the fire was a mystery. But unfortunately, he didn’t hate it.

Oh god, he was going soft, wasn’t he?

There was no response from Wind, which was slightly concerning. The kid had been a chatterbox since they wrapped up his arm and ate. A small snore had him looking down.

The boy was fast asleep, tucked under his arm and holding onto the front of his tunic. Legend smiled softly. It was slightly adorable. Never in a million years would he admit it out loud, but maybe, just maybe, he had begun seeing the youngest Link as a little brother.

How annoying.

Making sure the blanket was secure around them, he settled in for a long night of being a Hylian pillow. Would he wake up in the morning sore? Yeah. Would he complain about it to Wind until they found the others? Also, yeah. Did he regret it? Not a bit.

[moonpoolcat]

Looks to the Moon (Not safe version)

It's Moon with tits, I don't care who says it's weird, my drawing, my rules now hold this L.

Quick Backstory (Short version)

Lttm is a gen 1 iterator an current senior to the Twilight local group. After the death of SOS, Moon was left feeling compelled to pick up where she left off the best she could. In this timeline Moon would not collapse like in game but instead be saved by an iterator who's can that is the first of it's kind was mobile. Along with NSH and Hunter. She could forgive Pebbles desire to escape, but she could never forgive his act of purposely ignoring her please for mercy, therefore Pebbles was exiled from the local group till further notice for not only attempted murder but the infection of the rot towards himself but her apprentice Unparalleled Innocence was affected as well. Later on she was secretly relieved the both of them had been cured by SRS an was happy to find out her brother was being looked after by Chasing Winds. This event forever tarnish, destroying everything she had ever believed in her entire life.

With a new perspective LTTM began to suspect her local group members were working against her? At first she didn't want to believe such accusations were true until NSH had hacked into their private group chat revealing they were part of the anti sliverists orchestrated by an unknown admin. Someone had premeditated this... In retaliation Moon would gather up these traitors an behead them in front of thousands of iterators during gathering, setting an example for anyone else who dared to harm her again. But the admins were not safe either for it was also discovered they to had planned her downfall so they had met the same fate essentially turning this even into the blood moon genocide.

As if it couldn't get any worse. Her UI had been the one responsible for Pebbles rot. For that, she was beheaded as well then was forced to carry out the rest of Pebbles sentence as punishment. With the weight of being admin, her lover gone, her brother traumatized, and anti- sliverists at war with each other- Something within Moon snapped! She became forever cold, merciless, relentless, and vengeful showing no remorse for anyone. Not even her own local group is safe from this iterators eternal wrath. Those below an only loyal to Moon shall not have to fear the queens endless quest for vengeance. The only goal this Moon has is to be rid the planet of anti sliverists that threaten everything she an Sliver worked so hard to create vowing to hunt down her killer if it's the last thing she'll do. Even if it means hurting the ones she cares about. For the ones that tread on stained waters will be the first to drown.

Explanation behind the design:

Look I like pogo legs but I needed this au to make sense if I'm going to be able to explain everything else. There were exactly 3 redraws of her dress as I attempted to go for a regal look but it had failed so I went for an egyptian look instead to set myself apart from the other Moons. Someone said she looked like a genie so I just rolled with it. The antlers were my attempt at matriarchy as I felt that it fit her since she is the oldest of iterators. The tattoo on her face on the mini casual is just a mark that only appears when she's not walking around trying to look professional.

Relations

Five Pebbles: Cares very much for him. He is recovering from cycles of isolation. Is slightly traumatized from Moon beheading UI. Has forgiven SRS.

SRS: Moon has little to no trust in Suns, she denied him admin role because of their poor mental health after exiling their abusive mentor. To her he is merely used as a means of brute force during situations where she does not want to spill blood. But on the inside she cares deeply for them nonethless worried whenever they have an explosive episode or any form of metal psychosis.

NSH: They use to be lovers before she half collapsed. Annoying as he may be Sig is the only iterator who she had given admin privileges to. However does not accept him as her equal because of memory loss. His speed is useful in keeping tabs on all the territories so nothing goes unnoticed. His two face nature and super speed makes it perfect to infiltrate places an come out unscathed.

Chasing Winds: He was the apprentice to SOS. He left the group after she died. Moon doesn't get along with him because he does not enjoy her violent tendacies creating fear setting a bad influence on the younger group members.

UI: Moon wants nothing to do with her. A lost cause and a waste of time thinking she could ever raise an iterator to one day take her role as admin.

Enlightened overturned silk: Wants dead immediately. (Keep an eye on this guy he's important)

Other local groups

Oasis local group: Allies

Zodius local group: Allies

Jaded local group: Not on good terms. Moon would rather see them dead.

Stormfall local group: Neutral due to Chasing Winds being Admin Moon wants no conflict with them.

Sliverist group: The only group she trusts to protect Slivers can. She took it upon herself to train them personally into the most lethal local group in the area an heads to Moons calls as they trust her enough to obey orders only because she was with Sliver the longest.

Anti-Sliverists: Wanta dead at all cost. Anyone who spots one are to kill them on site with no hesitation. Failure to report an a siting or incident are to be reported to Moon immediately.

Extra

The colored pearls on her antlers are her way of keeping up with who's in her local group, they're personal keepsakes that she forbids anyone from touching.

Neuron flies will forever circle her when she is wearing clothing. Otherwise they vanish when taken off. She keeps them around in case something happens an it is a means of a last resort of staying alive. They can be used an shaped into a projectile and will take one minute to reproduce a new one.

Weapon of choice: Scythe; It carries the weight of 100 leviathans. Only SOS, SRS an NSH have been the only ones known to be able to lift it off the ground.

Moon ironically can camouflage when it's dark, the downside being the ability is most weak during the day.

Morph form: Should have been obvious it's a deer.

Moon has a sister named Illuminated diamond Twilight, they're cycles older than Pebbles. Funny that her local group was named after her. Not on good terms when mentioned though.

Her antlers can retract at will, although she has to take every pearl off which is time consuming but worth it since it's just used as presentation.

If angered for to long Moon will enter a wendigo like state an will not stop until whatever had angered is either dead or has fled the area. It is recommended to not annoy her at all.

Moons lore is out go read it.

[luimagines]

That Dragon Au Part 12

Flowers are a love language. @cafecourage

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Chapter 12: Pasts Reawakened

Wind smiled and pulled Enno out of the store as fast as he could just in case.  "That guy likes to over sell the flowers all the time. The build-your-own-bouquet doesn't have set prices since they sell by the ounce. He likes to over charge and get as many people on those as he can. That being said, if it was  another person, I would have let you go for it. Those you can enchant and get the flowers to glow in the dark or repeat messages and stuff. There's a lot more but I remember those the most."

"Figured much. I recognized that tactic." They started swinging their hands together. "Either way, thank you for having my back, Sailor." It's a nice time overall now. "Wanna go back and finish training with Twi and Sky? I probably should be in the room when the chest arrives."

Wind gladly swung their hands back and forth with exaggerated movements. "Hmm... Maybe? That sounds like a good idea for you. Warrior should still be working. He said he wouldn't finish until some time around dinner time. Apparently it was worse than he thought."

Enno hummed in agreement. They needed to also talk to Warrior about what the doctor said. After he finishes, of course. "Ok! Then let's go back."

"Alright." Wind loses himself to his thoughts and absentmindedly leads Enno through Castle Town and back to the castle. They both ended up back in the garden where Twilight and Sky were now fighting against Wild and Legend. This group smelled bad.

Wind's frowns and makes a face. "You all should shower."

Wild grins. "Wind! Your turn! Let's go! You and me!"

Enno gave Wind a push. "Have fun, don't push yourself too hard." 

They waved the others goodbye and headed up to the room. They wanted to beat the furniture people but also get there with enough time to annoy Warrior. Both are equally important.

Wind grinned and waved them off as well. By the time Enno reached Warrior's room they could hear a minor commotion on the inside.

They closed their eyes, sighing for a moment before knocking on the door and opening it "I'm baaaack!"

"Enno!" Warrior calls out gleefully. "You're just in time! I forgot you wanted to go shopping. The guys here are just setting it up."

He walked over to them and kissed their forehead. "Did you have fun?"

"Mhm. Here, we got these for you since you've been holed up in your room." Enno gave him the flowers and peaked behind him to see the movers putting the ottoman down. "I was hoping to beat them here just in case you still were working."

Warrior looked taken aback by the gift. He hesitated to take them.

"Oh.... thank you..." Warrior gets a bit choked up and teary eyed. "They're beautiful."

He laughed a bit and nervously scratched behind his neck. "My favorite. …Umm... The desk and vanity should be done soon as well. They had to take it apart and reassemble the both of them for easier travel. Good colors, sturdy wood. You picked well."

“It’s not really a custom where I come from but I like the idea of getting your partner flowers occasionally.” Enno was too busy trying to explain the flower before they registered what else Warrior had said. They blinked at him, confused. “But I only bought-….”

Enno remembered then, that they left Wind loose in the store. “That sneaky little-” They laughed out loud, not mad at all. They smiled. “Wind went to look at other things. I didn’t expect that he would buy things.”

"Oh Wind did that-?" He snorts and covers his mouth with one hand, holding the flowers in the other. "I guess he really wants you to stay."

Warrior softened and turned to go back to his desk. "So do I to be honest."

He placed the flowers on his desk, moving some papers around so that he'd have the room. "Daffodils....." He mumbles. "Mom, you would have loved these."

Enno paused for a moment, seeing the workers out and paying them if they weren’t already. Once they closed the door, I turned back around. “It’s funny. When Wind suggested Daffodils, I thought about how me and my dad would look after the wild ones we had growing in the yard.”

They came over to hug him from behind. “I was happy to find something with Tulips since we always made a day out of picking the bulb and planting them. Seems like we have a little more in common than we thought.”

Warrior gets a bit choked up again. His hands rest on theirs.

"My mother had a patch of daffodils next to our house before.... It was her pride and joy. We didn't really have much compared to other families but she took good care of it. My sister actually has tulips by her house. She lives with our grandmother. Daffodils... were my mothers favorite flower and I'm inclined to agree with her."

Warrior turned and hugged them properly. "No one has gotten me flowers before. Thank you."

He kissed their hair.

“I noticed your attempts with dragon courting so I wanted to do my own thing.” Enno held him, purring in an attempt to comfort him a bit. “I am happy that they mean a lot to you.”

They swayed a bit, trying to not make him cry. “You.. mention your mother a lot. I won't ask about what happened and will wait until you tell me, but I want you to know that I’m here for you if you need a moment to let your emotions out. It's ok to cry no matter how long it's been.”

Warrior's breath hitched and he held them tighter, tensing up. He laughed a bit. "I love you."

Something wet landed on their shoulder. "I still miss them. It was my fault."

He took a deep breath. Enno was inclined to think that he wiped his eyes from where they couldn’t see it. "You're incredible and amazing and sweet and I'm so... happy that I met you... that you like me back."

He giggled and swayed with them some more, peppering their head with kisses. "You're so important to me."

They wanted to argue that it wasn’t his fault, no matter what happened but they didn’t want to pry further. “It’s bad to hold in things, but I know that it's hard to open up to someone.” 

They spun him around so he could sit in his chair. They sat on his lap, making it easier for themselves to hold him. “Your amazing, you know? I don’t think you realize that. Not everyone has the balls to run out into battle without thinking. You also make Wind really happy now that he can call you Dad more freely. There’s so much you do even with the other boys. You take care of them all.”

Warrior choked on his spit when Enno had just placed themselves onto his lap. A blush bloomed across his face and he struggled to maintain eye contact.

"A part of me wants to argue with that, but you won't hear it, will you?" He softened and gently placed his head on their shoulder. "I know you’re right... I just wish...." Warrior takes a breath. "I never got to grieve."

His arms came up to hold them and he pulled them in close. "What's your family like? You mentioned your father and you planting the flowers."

Enno didn’t respond right away. “Well… it’s just my dad, my sibling and my mom.My family has been pretty chaotic.” They said simply as this wasn’t a conversation yhey really wanted to talk about freely. “It was always fun to have my sibling around in middle school as I was pretty stupid in my choices.”

Enno looked away so they could look out the window. “Anyway, right now it's calmer. My dad and sibling and I  are all still close-ish. He would tease the hell out of you as My dad would just be shocked to see me socializing.”

"Hm..." Warrior began to rub their back and purred. "I'm sorry it wasn't as peaceful as it should have been. Our fathers might have gotten along.. My sister is still around. She doesn't remember much, but I bet she'd love to meet you.....But what's a middle school... or a high school?"

“It’s basically how we do our education. I was like… 14? When I started middle school? My memory is pretty bad from back then. High school is like 16 - 18 years old. I would love to meet your sister. A warning if you meet my dad. He tends to talk a lot. Get him going and he can keep up a one sided conversation, big technology guy.” They purred with him as they pulled back, calming themselves down in the process.

"That's alright." Warrior laughed some more, easier and lighter this time. "Sounds like my sister. If they're anything alike then I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

He hummed a bit and started to play with their hair. "You never told me how your check up went. I want full details."

“Ah…. Right so… basically what I have is called Chronic Magicailial syndrome? From what I can tell, the gland I have that stores the magic, loses magic too much before I can produce more to replenish. There is apparently a low risk surgery I can get but I didn’t really want to make a decision just yet. The doctor also wants to see us tomorrow in the morning, and by us I mean me. I just need to bring someone along.”

Warrior nods. "I thought so... I know a guy. He had a similar thing. More mild though. I... don't know what to say about the surgery to be honest. That gland plays a role in dragon flight but I don't currently remember what it does exactly." He sighed and leaned against the chair. "What time tomorrow?"

“Ahahahaha- I aammm terrified of heights.” Enno laughed awkwardly. “Honestly, she just told me to arrive before sun down since it takes 18 hours after the collection to get the results. Going in the morning is probably the best bet since we do leave tomorrow. I was actually thinking about getting surgery later if we come back here.”

Warrior nodded. "Well whatever you decide. I don't know what we'd have to do for a surgery if you choose it. You have to set a date for those and we might not be here for that."

He tries to think for a moment. "Did they give you any other options to deal with it? Or is it the only thing to fix it?"

“I have to take magic potions, I believe on a schedule. They took that sample to see what type I am before deciding on the said schedule.” Enno laid their head back down on his shoulder, giving a few kisses to his neck. “After getting that, I would want to tell the others about my other condition. That's what I normally do just in case.”

"That would be a good idea." Warrior admits. "In that case, we should stock up before we leave on potions. Hyrule would need a few but I'd like to know if your going to be ok until we can make it to the next town or city."

Warrior arches his neck to give them better access to his neck. "Did you have anything planned today? It sounds like all there is left to do it wait."

“Nope, I did everything I wanted to do today.” Enno continued their venture lazily since they didn’t want to move their head too much. “I was hoping you’d let me spend the rest of the day with you while you work. I can start moving your horde into the ottoman if you want.”

Warrior purrs louder. "I'd love that. It might get a bit boring here though."

He ran his jaw against their shoulder. Enno felt a surge of his scent waft into their nose in the process. "Where's Wind by the way? You leave him all by his lonesome?"

They buried their face into his shoulder, purring up a storm. They were very happy right now. “He is with Twi, Sky, Wild and I think Legend? They were all still practicing in the garden.” With more energy, they give him more affection, “I just want to spend a little more alone time with you before we hit the road.”

Warrior purrs at their tempo in response. Satisfaction was radiating off of him. "I'd like that."

He took a deep breath. "I'm not done though..."

He made no moves to get back to work.

Enno doesn’t move either. 

“How much do you have to do?” They asked, starting to kiss his jaw and face. “I can wait until you're done. It's not that much to put away.”

Warrior took a deeper breath, relaxing under their touch as they spoke. "I have at least five more pages to write. I'm almost done but there have been times in the past where I’ve miscalculated. I assumed I'd be done by dinner time but with lunch up and gone, I don't know how much I actually left to do."

Underestimating how much they missed him, Enno didn’t let up on the attacks of affection. They rubbed their wrists and hands up into his hair, getting their scent on him in a possessive claim. “How about you check to see how much longer it will take and I will get started on getting all the horde together in one place? Then we can take a break for dinner and see what to do from there.”

He growled before it fell into a purr and rubbed more of his jaw against them before pulling away. "Alright...ok... That sounds like a decent plan."

They finally noticed the scent coming from his jaw. "Is this your scent gland?" I asked, tipping his head up, giving his jaw a few extra kisses. "Anyway, time for work, Soldier Boy." 

Enno moved to get up.

A deep and low growl ripped through Warrior before he could stop. He didn't look upset....more like- "That's a sensitive spot, Sweetheart."

His face was red and his features were soft. "You are a tease."

Enno could see him fighting the grin from his face. He's losing.

They cupped his face in response. "What are you going to do about it?"

They used their thumb to give his jaw a soft rub. "Ok, I think it's time for work for real now." They let go and officially got up. "We can continue that later."

"I'll look forward to it." Warrior's gaze turned heavy before he forced himself around and back into his work.

Enno heard him take in a long breath before he fell silent.

Enno started to put the other dragons' (the noble dragon that Time had all but ripped to shreds) stuff away, since it was less meaningful than the other things. It then came to their realization that Warrior didn't know that they knew where his horde actually was.

Warrior filled the silence with gentle scratches against the paper as well as the occasional flip.

After an hour or so he sighed and stretched. He looks back at them and smiles. He turned back to his work and finished up the document relatively quickly all things considered.

The organizing was all that bad honestly since they put everything in piles earlier. Enno got rid of the gold pile first and moved over the extras. They weren’t paying attention to what Warrior was doing in the meantime.

Warrior finished the document at last and put all of his papers in order. He shoved them in a folder before he stood, popping his back as he went. 

"I'll be right back Sweetheart. I have to turn this in."

"Mhm, when you come back I need you to show me where your actual horde is. I don't want to move it without you here." Enno looked up from where they were. "Also be safe."

Warrior paused by the door and he turned to look at them. They could feel him physically hesitate before he spoke.  "It's the top and bottom two drawers of my dresser. It's not much. There should be space."

He opened the door. "I'll be back."

Enno waited until he left before continuing their organizing again. Like they told him, they weren't going to touch what he already had in there until he was there to oversee it. Not their sentimental stuff though. Why bother moving it? They do know now, however, where the horde is.They would be able to protect it, just in case.

Moments passed and suddenly, without warning someone tried to open the door.

It doesn't work.

Like it's been locked.

Enno could hear a muffled sound from the other side before the person on the other side tried to open it more forcefully.

They weren’t successful.

Enno let out a sigh and shut the ottoman loudly at the first sign of people. Annoyed, they shout. “Links not here at the moment, have some patience please before almost hitting someone with the door."

Enno opened the door before they had the chance to attempt to force the door open again. They nearly collided with each other.

"Oh my goodness, that boy!" Zelda sighed and cursed.

Very unlady-like.

"Would you be so kind as to tell me where he is?" She said afterwards. "I have an urgent matter to discuss with him. Is he in his office? He hates the place but I must find him."

Enno struggled to hold back their amusement at the princess.

“Link said that he went to file the documents he just finished so I can only assume yes. Is this something I should worry about or-?…” They asked, wondering if they should be concerned or not. It seemed like something was always happening in this castle.

Zelda sighed and rubbed circles into her temple. "Im.... not at liberty to say. But... You're his lover, yes? Im aware this little group of yours leaves soon enough bit please be careful. Cia is nearly fully healed and she's still intent on running rampant through my castle."

She turned and bowed a bit. "Well, I'll have to track him down I suppose." She paused before she left. "....He means a lot to us.... Please look after him."

And then she walked away.

Enno once again closed the door and relocked it, sighing. Already knowing that they had to finish up fast before Cia gets out, they wished that there was a way for them to contact Pinky throughout all of this but they didn't think their phones would work since there was no wifi or cell service. It had been days since they had talked decently and there were clearly some very important things happening where neither of them could see each other. They went back to putting things away, knowing full well that Warrior wasn’t coming back anytime soon.

There was a smaller knock on the door and it opened easily. "Moma? Are you in here?"

Wind walked in hesitantly. "Dad?"

"I'm here, Sweetheart." Enno called from their spot on the floor. "Are you done sparring?" They asked, dropping the rest of the gems in the ottoman before patting the floor next to them for Wind to sit. "Did you take a shower yet?"

Wind jogged over and sat down. "Nope!" He grinned. "I had fun though. I got to throw Wild around."

"That- sounds fun." Enno continued to put the treasure into the ottoman once Wind was situated. "I see you bought more furniture while we were at the store. You are a sneaky little pirate."

Wind grinned and laughed. "Now you have stuff for you!"

He rocked back and forth subtly. "I didn't think you'd want to mess with Warriors stuff even if he would be ok with it. So you get your own space."

Enno teared up  but looked away, trying to not let Wind see their emotional state. They hugged him. “Thank you, Wind. That means a lot more than you think.” They let go quickly. “But you need a bath. Go wash up, mister.”

Wind groans. "I don't stink that bad."

"Yes you do." Warrior snorted, startling the both of them. "Did you have fun?"

"Yup!" Wind grinned and stood up to greet him.

"Good." Warrior ruffled his hair. "Take a shower."

Wind pouts. "Fine."

“Oh- Hello sir.” Enno looked up at him, smiling. “Zelda was looking for you. Did she find you? Also, I didn’t move your horde yet, I wanted you to take care of it since it’s sentimental.”

Warrior's smile was wiped off. "She was-?.... oops... Well Lana found me. And uhh..." He waited for Wind to get in the bathroom before he took his spot next to you. "Cia is expected to make a full recovery... yay.... and also, she's threatening homicide. So that's fun."

He sighed and looked at Enno pensively. "....I... don't want to make your life difficult. If..." He took in a struggling breath and lowered his voice. "I want to think about this... us... I would have you by my side in a heartbeat but it seems unfair to you to deal with all of this."

“Not the first time my life was threatened.” Enno put their head on his shoulder. “Nor is it the first place I’ll live in where someone threatened me so it's fine. Honestly I don’t think you realized this but I’m not leaving your side. Yeah, there's Cia, but honestly I’m not scared of her like… someone else… If anything I  find her sad because I know she wasn’t always like that. I’m afraid you need to break my heart to the point of it being unusable to get rid of me.”

Warrior tenseed and wrapped his arms around them tightly. "Hmmm... alright. I'll have to take your word for it."

He nuzzled them closely with his head and sighed. "It just feels selfish on my part. I can't give you the life I'd want to.... not with Cia in the picture, I'm afraid." He kissed the top of their head. "I wouldn't ever give a reason for your heart to break.... I just didn't want my baggage to push you away. Emotional or otherwise."

“Honestly, there have been moments where I’ve been tempted to flat out ask you to mark me. I don’t think your baggage is an issue at all.” They hugged him back, purring. “We both need help and a bit of tender love and care. But that's ok. We can take it one day at a time. Cia will have to get used to it.”

Warrior started to purr at their first sentence alone. "That's.... quite the declaration, my dear.... That's virtually the human equivalent of marriage."

[skyward-floored]

Short little Incredibles au thing I’ve had lying around and decided to just finish up, based on many many dumb arguments I’ve had with my siblings.

Ao3

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“Legend!” Wild sing-songed as he zipped into the living room “Legend I’m done picking up my clothes! Do you want to race? Or go see if there’s frogs out by the creek? Or get Sky to walk us to the park or see if Twilight is done cleaning too or maybe—”

“Wild,” Legend interrupted, giving his brother a grumpy look from over his book. “Not now, I don’t want to play.”

Wild blinked at him, and cocked his head to the side, not computing.

“But you’re just reading, and you have been like all afternoon! Don’t you want to do something else?” he asked, and Legend glared at him.

“No, I do not. I’m perfectly happy here Wild, leave me alone.”

“Aw come on Legend, please?” Wild said with a bright smile.

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Pretty pretty please with sugar on top and chocolate frosting and fruit and candy and sprinkles?”

Legend didn’t bother verbally replying that time, merely shoving his nose further in his book after sending a withering glare towards Wild.

Wild, for his part, stomped his foot at being ignored, and shoved his face up right next to Legend’s, staring at him with as intense of a glare as he could manage.

Legend acted like he wasn’t even there.

...So Wild jumped on him.

Legend yelped as his book went flying, his brother almost knocking over the chair he was sitting in. He turned invisible when Wild jumped, but since his clothes were still in view, Wild was able to pounce on him and try to pull him off the chair.

“Wild! I said no!” Legend yelled, and rolled over, trying to shove Wild off of him. “Get off!”

Wild didn’t reply, and the two of them tussled for a minute, both trying to get the upper hand.

“Come on Wild! Stop it!” Legend growled after another minute, giving his brother a hard shove. “Can’t you leave me alone for five minutes?! You’re the most annoying brother ever!”

“You’re the most annoying brother ever!” Wild shot back with a obnoxious grin, completely undeterred.

“On Opposite Day,” Legend snapped back.

“Takes one to know one!”

“In your dreams.”

“In your dreams!”

“In your dreams times infinity!”

“In your dreams times infinity plus one!”

“GUYS,” Sky shouted, and the two of them immediately froze. Somehow Sky had come up behind them without either boy noticing, and was now looking down at the two, hands on his hips with a furrow to his brow.

It was rare that Sky raised his voice, but when he did, he meant business.

“That’s enough. What on earth are you two fighting about?” Sky asked, and Legend and Wild began talking over each other, accompanied by accusations and pointing fingers.

Sky looked between the two as they got louder and louder, and abruptly snapped out his wings, the loud noise silencing the two.

“Look. You guys aren’t supposed to fight with each other,” Sky said gently, but Wild and Legend continued to glare.

“He started it,” Legend huffed, and Wild balled up his fists.

“I did not! You did when you said you wanted to just read your stupid book instead of-!”

“Guys,” Sky interrupted again, and the two went silent. “I actually came in here to tell you to quiet down because Twilight has a headache. Your arguing is just going to make it worse,” he said, and Wild and Legend looked at each other, then down the hall.

“He does?” Wild asked more quietly, and Sky nodded.

“Yes. Yelling won’t help him at all, and you shouldn’t be yelling inside anyways,” he said sternly, but then his voice softened. “And you shouldn’t fight with Legend either. Find something else to do Wild, okay? Leave Legend be.”

Wild frowned. “But he keeps—”

“No means no, buddy,” Sky said pointedly, but gave him a smile. “But that goes for you too Legend. You can’t always say no to Wild.”

Legend mumbled a response, but Sky merely took it in stride and nodded.

“Come on Wild, let’s go outside and let Twilight have some quiet time,” Sky said, taking his hand. “And Legend.”

“Fine,” Wild mumbled, and let Sky take guide him outside with a wing. He couldn’t resist sticking his tongue out at Legend before he went though, giving him a loud pbbbth.

Legend merely rolled his eyes, and went back to his book.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Unbreakable || Trafalgar Law || 1/3

A/n: As I stated before, this is a short inspired by the episode 'Meet in the Middle' of 'The Twilight Zone'. I have decided to break this one-shot into 3 parts because it's easier on me this way and I want to at least get something written and posted for it. If anyone wants to be added to the tag list, let me know. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): GN! Reader, awkward first conversation, modern AU, telepathy.

The gentle sound of water sloshing in the bathroom sink permeates your ears as you attempt to calm your irritation. It's been a rough shift, and the lazy employees giving you trouble are only adding to your stress one incident at a time. But at least it's almost over.

You take an uneasy breath and then shut off the water. It's time you went back. The last thing you need is for someone to report you or accuse you of milking the time. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you force a smile. 

"You've got this. No one here is worth going to prison over."

Reluctantly leaving the bathroom, you return to work. For the next hour, you grin and bear the employees pressing your buttons. It's not easy to ignore, but your patience to do so impresses you, and once it's time to leave you rush from the building so fast you are certain the higher-ups will have you in the office tomorrow. 

Freedom, at last, you think to yourself in glee as you saunter down the street toward the crosswalk. 

You can't wait to get home. There is so much you want to do; relaxing, of course, being the main objective. But as you continue, an eerie yet deep pressure consumes your head, forcing you to halt for a moment. 

 I'm losing it.

You lurch in fear at the sudden deep and powerful voice in your ear. At first, you think someone must have snuck up on you, but glancing wildly around, you soon realize this is not the case. You are alone. So where did the voice come from? 

"It's in my head." There is no other explanation. "I must be sleep deprived."

But how does that explain the tone of the voice?

You and I both. 

Groaning in annoyance, you grab your head. The pressure makes it feel as though it's congested. You don't like this feeling at all. 

"What the fuck is going on?"

The voice laughs; a pleasant masculine sound that brings goosebumps to your skin. You wrap your arms tightly around yourself, sauntering toward the curb where other people are standing, waiting. 

It's as you said. We must be sleep deprived. Either that or…we're both suffering a mental break, the voice suggests.   

"I am not insane," you counter.

The voice hums. 

Look around, stranger-ya. Are you talking out loud? Because even if you aren't suffering a mental break, to everyone else you look a bit insane.

From the corner of your eye, you notice an unfamiliar woman give you an incredulous look and sidestep away from you. The voice is right. Your face heats up in embarrassment.

"This is just fucking great," you whisper in annoyance.

Turning your head to the side, you make sure no one is looking before you continue. 

"Are you my conscience or something? Because you haven't exactly been doing your job these past few years."

No, the voice merely retorts. 

You turn up your eyes in annoyance. 

"Right. Look…I don't have time for a mental breakdown so if you could stop talking I'd appreciate it."

Easier said than done, stranger-ya. You're in my head too, the voice retorts. It was you who reached me first, announcing your freedom, loudly. 

Heat spreads across your face. There is so much about this that doesn't make sense to you. Groaning, you cross the street when allowed and quicken your pace. You want to make sure no one witnesses you talking to yourself. 

"So, you're real?" You ask.

Yes, the voice answers. 

An annoyed sigh leaves your mouth. 

"You aren't exactly what one would call a social butterfly, are you?"

The voice snorts. 

Are you?

You shrug. 

"It depends. Though I suppose you have a point. We don't know one another. It's weird enough we're even talking to one another as is. I don't even know your name."

It's Law.

You raise a curious brow. His name doesn't sound familiar, though that doesn't mean he isn't from the area. Offering him your name, you hear him hum in response.

We are not from the same area, Law points out. I had assumed so. 

You don't see how. Perhaps he's from a small town though and knows the names of everyone who lives within it. You bite your bottom lip. 

"I see."

Honestly, you don't know what else to say. This entire ordeal is strange and you aren't convinced yet that your brain isn't making the entire thing up.

"Listen, I don't know how we can hear one another, but perhaps we should try to tune one another out. I mean…we're strangers," you state. 

You are right. Before, when your voice reached me, I felt a pressure in my head and I concentrated on it. We might be able to tune one another out this way, Law explains. 

You hum. It's true and though the concept seems easy enough, you aren't certain it will work. 

"Shall we try it?"

After you, retorts Law.

With a deep uneasy breath, you focus your thoughts on something other than Law; the color of the stoplights; the sound and smell of the world around you. The pressure in your head slowly fades until you no longer feel it. 

"He was right," you utter feeling much better. However, a sense of sadness washes over you. It had been awkward and unexpected but at least Law had a nice voice. "He sounded kind of hot."

I heard that…likewise. 

Shit. So long as you think about him, the link seems to broadcast your voice. Your face heats up in embarrassment and you apologize, tuning him out once again; the sound of his laugh is the last thing from him you hear. 

You have a feeling this isn't going to be easy.  

[darkcrowprincess]

Goldenlight week 2023💜💛: Day 2 Wolves/Forgotten Fairy Tale

*part of my lunter and boshamity twilight au*

"Why is the moon so lonely?" Willow says in a loud and clear voice as she surrounds both werewolves and vampires(and one human girl named Amity) around the bonfire on Gravesfield beach. The moon is full and bright and for once vampires and werewolves are not fighting with each other.

Luz who is sitting on her Husband Hunter's lap claps in excitement. She yells out the question Williw wants to hear, "Why?"

"Because," Willow continues in a dark mysterious voice, "She use to have a lover, and for a long time they lived in the spirt world together." Willow smiles with mischief, "They would spend nights wandering the spirt world, worshipping each other. Their feelings so great, that when they made love it caused the sky to erupt in meator showers."

Everyone wolf whistles or howls at this part. Luz cuddles deep into Hunter's arms. He playfully nips at her ears. Like a cat, his fangs tickle.

"Unfortunately one of the other spirts was jealous of their love. He was the younger brother to the moons lover. A very old and cruel spirit. He saw his big brother spirt as his. Belonging to no one else but him."

Luz starts to frown at this. Already can tell where this story is going.

" So the old jealous spirt devises a plan to hurt his big brother and punish the moon. Tricking his brother, he told him the moon wanted flowers from the human world. That she wanted him to pick her wild roses."

"Unfortunately the moons lover didn't know that when you leave the spirt world you can never come back. The spirt was trapped in the human world with roses in his hand. Unable to go back with his love. All he can do is gaze up at her every night and howl her name. But he can never touch her again."

Willow stops for a minute and let's the sad surprise filter through the group. Than she continues, "Can you guess what the spirts name was?" All the werewolves as one said, "Wolf!" Than they all got up and howled to the full moon. Their necks arched as they let a little bit of that werewolf side of them come out to make their howls more animal like. It echos across the waves of the beach. Till eventually the sound fades away. A forgotten whisper lost on the sea.

"What a tragic romantic story," Amity sighs wistfully. "Doomed to never be with the one you love. Just only allowed to see them from a distance." Boscha cuddles Amity close when she sees her depressed look.

A scoff, loud and mocking comes from Hunter. "It's a stupid story, is what it is." (As Hunter says this he brings Luz close to him. Possessively holding her. As if afriad to loose her.)

Amity frowns at Hunter, "I wouldn't expect you to understand romance or heartbreak."

"It's not about that," Hunter says, " It's a stupid story because the Moon could have easily joined her lover if she wanted to. She chose to stay in the spirt world and not be with him. Says a lot about their great love."

Luz turns to Hunter curious, and wanting to stop a fight between Hunter and Amity before it can start. "What do you mean Hunter?"

Hunter at that gives her a soft look, eyes darkening into deep pools of wine. Love and possessiveness shine in those dark eyes. He moves a loose curl of her hair behind her ear. "If it was me, I'd give up the spirt world, immortality, all of it and follow you to the human world." He cups her cheek, she leans into his hand.

"If it was me I'd do anything to be together with you again. I wouldn't just leave you alone." Hunter says that like it's a solemn vow. One to never be broken.

Luz smiles wide at his words, tears in her eyes glistening in the firelight .

"Human, Vampire, Wolf or Immortal, doesn't matter. As long as we're together," Luz declares. And she seals her promise with a kiss. Hunter kisses back. In that kiss it's as if they're all alone. They can't hear the wolf whistles, or Amity's annoyed scoffing. Like the Wolf and the Moon, they are lost in their own world.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

[danmeiljie]

Advance Bravely but make it a Twilight AU

After noticing how this moment makes Yuan Zong look like a vampire...

I got this crack idea to write a short AU fic where he indeed is a vampire.

Ive repurposed the scene in chapter 65-67 of Advance Bravely the novel to give it said vampy vibes, and here is part 1:

1079 words, Teen rating

Yuan Zong slipped into the moonlit bedroom noiselessly before Xia Yao had time to register undoing his lock and opening the window.

"Hey..!" Xia Yao hissed in a whisper. He nervously looked towards his door, hoping his mother had long ago fallen asleep down the hall. Yuan Zong smirked as he watched the slender young man relock the window and snap the long curtains shut, plunging the room into complete darkness.

He could still see Xia Yao perfectly, and allowed his gaze to linger over his hips, chest, arms, neck…

He moved instantly across the room and caught Xia Yao in his embrace, pulling him close, ignoring how he jumped from being so suddenly touched.

"What are you doing?" Xia Yao asked, his voice annoyed.

Yuan Zong did not answer, but leaned in close to feel Xia Yao's rapid pulse beneath his cool lips. His breathing increased as he clung to the taller man, and Yuan Zong felt a faint thrill as the young man in his arms shuddered. The warmth coming off his smooth skin and the life that vibrated from within captured Yuan Zong's attention. He felt drawn to Xia Yao in a way he did not normally crave other humans. He felt the vitality in the muscles moving beneath his strong fingers as he wrestled Xia Yao onto his bed. He was pleased that he put up a bit of a fight, squirming and struggling to get out from under his powerful body. It made things more fun.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" Xia Yao demanded, twisting his head to try and capture Yuan Zong's gaze that was still sliding up and down his body. "When I said you could see me again I didn't mean right now!"

"Then why did you let me in?" Yuan Zong teased in a low tone. Xia Yao's pulse jumped underneath his grip on his wrist and Yuan Zong smiled.

"How could I not? You were going to wake up my mother with your knocking!"

Yuan Zong pushed his hips against Xia Yao's body and licked the corner of his mouth. "Do you want me to leave?" He spoke slowly and deliberately.

Xia Yao had no answer, but gasped when Yuan Zong caught his earlobe between his teeth and pulled gently. The young man's hands dug into Yuan Zong's broad back. Yuan Zong was a patient person, even more so than others of his kind, and enjoyed pushing his control over his desires. The smell of Xia Yao's soap mingling with the heady scent of his healthy blood thrumming away with vigor just under the skin was testing his limits.

This boy had been raised in affluence; protected and served the finer things in life. With disposable income and nothing but time, he had been able to keep and maintain his body in peak condition. Truly he was a marvelous example of what a young adult male could be in his prime. Yuan Zong barely remembered his own distant verve for life, but Xia Yao stirred feelings inside his heart that he thought were long laid dormant.

Despite his protests, Xia Yao was no longer trying to escape from Yuan Zong, but was emitting these delicious little sighs every time Yuan Zong found a new place to kiss. His temple, his jaw, his collarbone, the dip in the middle of his chest: Yuan Zong did not leave anything unattended.

"If you do not answer properly, how can I know you want me to stay?" Yuan Zong prompted with his deep voice. Xia Yao huffed in the darkness and made a meager attempt to push him off.

"If you want to go, go! I don't care what you do! You think I sit up all night thinking only of you?" Yuan Zong could hear the pout in his voice and let his teeth scrape along Xia Yao's Adam's Apple. He liked feeling him swallow beneath his touch. He drew back abruptly and sat back on his heels, crouching on the foot of the large bed, his fingers hanging off his knee, just barely grazing Xia Yao's bare ankle.

Xia Yao let out a whine before he could remember to pretend to be uninterested, and Yuan Zong laughed lightly.

"I know what you were doing earlier. Are you really going to try and convince me you were not thinking of me when you were touching yourself?"

Yuan Zong could see Xia Yao's cheeks flush in the gray shadows of the room and he fixed his eyes on the telling shape beneath his boxers. Xia Yao tugged his thick comforter over his half-naked body and scowled at Yuan Zong.

"Who touches themself? I wasn't doing anything!" Xia Yao exclaimed. Yuan Zong enjoyed how his pink lips pursed together in a pout. "Besides, I don't need you watching over me! No one would dare harass me here. No one but you!" His tone turned accusing.

Yuan Zong brought his finger to his lips, and then remembered Xia Yao probably could not see him very well.

"Shhh. You do not want to wake up Auntie."

Xia Yao frowned, but pressed those soft lips together. Yuan Zong swallowed. The more and more he anticipated the imbibing of Xia Yao, the more his body awakened, ready to answer the call of life. He crawled over the top of the bedspread and settled himself against the side of Xia Yao's body. He stroked his cheek with one hand. He was so beautiful that it made his heart ache.

Xia Yao frowned, but remained still, letting Yuan Zong touch him.

"You should finish what you were doing. It will be better now that you will not have to imagine me. I am here." Yuan Zong said confidently. He felt the heat of Xia Yao blushing again.

"I told you I wasn't doing anyth–"

Yuan Zong stopped him with a sudden kiss, and indulged himself in tasting the cool minty flavor of Xia Yao's warm mouth.

"Mn!"

Xia Yao moaned a little but his hand tightly gripped Yuan Zong's collar, scrunching up the starched dress shirt beneath his long fingers. One finger slipped underneath the band of his black tie and he pulled at Yuan Zong's neck, falling back against his pillows, breaking their heated kiss. Yuan Zong followed the movement and braced himself on his arms, twisting his hips to hover over Xia Yao's heaving chest.

"Are you still trying to deny it?" Yuan Zong whispered softly.

To be continued...

[caelumsnuff]

What keeps you here (listening to Redacted, slightly engaging with fandom, writing for it)? I don’t mean that in the annoying ‘omg why are you here if you’re gonna complain’ way. As I think it’s heathy for a fandom to discuss what could be better about their fandom space and what works and doesn’t work for them in the media they’re consuming (and even as someone who enjoys 99% of this place, this fandom’s ‘don’t even say that you don’t like a thing’ is unlike any fandom I’ve ever been in, big or small).

I’m asking ‘cause I’ve been listening to Redacted since 2021 and it became a fixation, but recently I feel it fading a lot (I don’t find the narratives as compelling anymore with Quinn and Avior being the recent ones, HBS was just okay even tho nothing quality wise changed to me, even my enjoyment of the podcast has waned (and I listen to a ton of podcasts of all types so that should have been the one thing that stayed lol, but they are inconsistent then come back and talk about Pokémon Go only for 70% of the episode every episode lol so I think that’s what’s not helping).

So what brought you here and what keeps you here now? What do you think will keep you engaging with his work? What do you think will (or could be) what makes you step away (whether abruptly or gradually)? (Sorry for all the questions. I’m curious. Hope you have a lovely day!)

Thank you for the ask! I know this is long and a little word soupy perhaps, but i hope you can glean some coherent meaning from it.

Under the cut bc long.

I've been here since very very very early in the channel. Like...... 2020 early. I was getting back into listening to rp asmr after having a small interest in it a few years earlier, and i came across redacted, a lil baby VA. Redacted had some unique qualities in the rp asmr scene, and if we're being honest he still does.

My brain kinda decided to hyperfixate on Redacted, i think because he had plot heavy audios and that wasnt super common in this genre of rp. And in the beginning, the plots were actually decently good in terms of writing and whatnot.

At some point along the way, that fixation became something of a special interest eventually. Probably sometime around early 2022 when i decided to join the discord to finally see some fanart and maybe make friends with people in this fandom. That kinda sent me down the rabbit hole of realizing "oh shit yeah these people have wildly different interpretations of these audios", which started to irritate me in regards to a certain magical therapist and i ended up writing a fanfic about it after being afraid to write for literally most of my life. I got very mixed responses, but some people were really kind and expressed gratitude for my writing and that made me actually want to be a part of this fandom, even if i stay in my own little corner. After that point i started to engage with the content far more critically, and decided that i care about his videos too much to not talk about them and critique them.

I can't really tell you why i stay here, not exactly at least. I think plot-wise the videos have declined in quality greatly, which i started paying attention to. I have been known to enjoy bad media. Like a lot. I watched all of Voltron, all of Vampire Diaries, 13/15 seasons of Supernatural, the Twilight movies, and i fucking enjoyed them. Im just a fan of shit media. Its really fun to critique as well! But like..... I don't think Erik is an all around shit writer, i think he's really good at some things. Character building (the base of a character at least), universe building (for the most part), and the line writing is really good actually, i enjoy them. And i think that he's decent when writing darker content and plotlines, look at the Adam plotline, the Ivan plotline, Imperium AU etc. So i guess the answer is i enjoy critically engaging with it and actively critiquing the art, as well as being attached to the characters and the universe. I have kinda yoinked the characters and they are now my little barbie dolls to play with.

Tbh i ignore most of the fandom bc i just..... simply do not care what people i dont know think about me. I think that majority of this fandom has demonstrated not just a lack of critical thinking skills, comprehension of fandom etiquette, and media comprehension skills, but also a lack of basic human decency and kindness. I do not care what people like that think of me. I know who i am, my loved ones know who i am, and im not gonna let children on the internet stop me from making the art i enjoy.

I take breaks from listening to videos every once in a while (like 2 months at the beginning of this year), but i always end up coming back. I guess im curious as to where this all is going, and i really really do want to see this man get better at writing which..... hasnt happened yet but i guess im patient enough to wait lol. I think he hit a new low recently though. I think the Quinn storyline is the first time that the bad writing actually made me like... angry. Like i was MAD, like shaking laughing in my bed mad. It took me an hour to cool down like what the fuck was that man 😭 If i think about it too hard ill get all riled up again.

I.... don't know what would make me step away tbh. Idk what that would take, but i guess it'd have to be worse than the Quinn arc, which is setting a pretty high bar.

So yeah i think i stay here because i love the characters (or the ideas of them), as well as the universe, and i think writing fics for them is really good practice for me. There's also some very sweet people in this fandom who have been nothing but kind and encouraging to me, and i do not want to let these interactions i have with you guys fizzle out just yet. I may not know yall or directly interact with yall a lot, but i really do love you guys in this little corner of the fandom ive carved out.

[phoenixyfriend]

One person expressed interest but I've had time to cool down so I'm going to copy-paste the rant I went on to some friends, and then just edit in some details for people who don't live in my brain.

WARNING: Contains discussion of transphobia, and also an accusation of sexual assault.

So this is about Contrapoints and PhilosophyTube.

Both are trans girls, and engage with similar topics in a similar style.

Contrapoints (Natalie Wynn) transitioned first, and then PhilosophyTube (Abigail Thorn), and then the latter started doing a similar presentation style. This is contentious, as a lot of the general breadtube fandom, but especially Wynn's, is of the opinion that Thorn is copying her, and has lifted her entire style and premise, or that they are at least a little too similar to be Just Being Inspired.

And like. Sure? Buuuuut in my personal opinion, PT does it better. And, to me at least, it sometimes feels like Contra is mostly just bitter that PT is a better educator. Not necessarily a better presenter or artist, as that part is much more subjective, but definitely a better educator.

"Her post transition name is the same as one of Contra's characters!" Abigail is a common name, it's entirely plausible she named herself after a grandmother or something. IDK I haven't researched it, but that is a reach.

(Much more concerningly, people are using one of the vague tweets as "confirmation" that one of them SAed the other. Because we didn't know if they'd dated before. Which. Holy shit, guys, think before you accuse a trans woman of something even the alleged victim is telling you didn't happen.)

So yeah, the theory is that PT Wanted To Become Contrapoints, and also that she transitioned to date her after Contra said she was a transbian.

All of this is insane but also I think Contra is annoyed that PT is better at this than she is, and also less prone to Blunders like "dressing up as a lizard person to portray the wealthy secret elite, then blocking people who point out it's antisemitism."

(That's not to say that PT hasn't had any blunders, just that they seem to be far less frequent, and she appears to be better at Acceptable Academic Hedging where you avoid generalizations that could ruin your message, or keep the topic narrow enough that the lack of something isn't a glaring exclusion, just more of a 'well, maybe she'll get to it next time.' She is also, at least as far as I can tell, much more prone to inviting other YouTubers with Expertise to contribute when she's on an unfamiliar topic, and yeah it's often just a bit of a marketing gimmick, but it helps enforce at least the appearance of reliance on a wider spectrum of views than just her own.)

The scandal Contra ACTUALLY responded to was about getting a famous trans dude to voice a line in one of her videos but Oops he's mega problematic. Aaaaaalso she has a patchy history at best with respect to Native issues. That's actually one I didn't know about before, but it puts her failure to reference the Quileute Move to Higher Ground campaign in the Twilight video (and the current best practice in Twilight fandom is very well known to be that if you do anything bigger than a couple paragraphs of wild AU or a three-panel comic, you should be linking to the fundraiser) in a new and ugly light.

Contrapoints has longer vids, but ngl I feel like she's both Saying Less in that time and also making more gaffes.

But also I get frustrated when people use the problematic aspects to argue that NOBODY should watch ANYTHING these White Leftist Ladies Say because they don't understand or address intersectionality in full.

Which is…

That is what critical thinking is for.

That's why you follow Multiple People.

Or you make posts talking about the videos with an air of "this is cool, but I think there was a missed opportunity to address XYZ" or "I like the general message, but the creator failed to talk about this glaring issue or give a reasonable excuse for not doing so" or even "this is a great starting point and it got me thinking about this tangent."

Like we can enjoy AND critique!

We can say "this is great but I think you should reach out to some black feminists if you address this topic again" instead of "these white girls shouldn't be the face of breadtube because they just talk all over us" like

Growth is good?

Encouraging growth is good?

We don't need to throw out the baby with the bathwater…

Like that was my response to the Twilight video "A lot of this is great, but I think you missed a huge issue with respect to racism in the series and how it intersects with the issues you discuss here. Also the current best practice for this fandom is to have all major derivative projects link to the Quileute fundraiser to move their town out of the encroaching flood zone" Which I guess some might view as mean, to leave a 'you should do more' on a 4hr video, but It's tonally different? I guess?

They'll have some good points. And some bad. And our job, as human adults with brains that generally work, is to think about it enough to learn and grow.

I DON'T think they're right about everything! I do think they have major blind spots with regards to Race and Religion. But like. So does everyone?

Also very 😬 is the number of people who insist on misgendering during critique.

But then I'd also say that a lot of the Bad Things are mostly just. In bad taste, or missing a topic, rather than reflective of a deeper and more complex bigotry.

I actually saw people saying not to watch them at all and it is very frustrating because that is the wrong approach to take to this sort of thing. You encourage them to grow, you discuss the failures of individual projects, you criticize directly! But to just widely dismiss people after a handful of blunders is how you strangle leftist media.

Contrapoints has regularly disappeared for an extended period and talked about the harrassment she receives online for her blunders in addition to the more generic harrassment she gets for being trans. PhilosophyTube gets a lot of shit for being trans and 'copying' Contrapoints, but she's also gotten shit for calling herself the highest profile trans woman in the UK. Which. She arguably is. Because the UK is a cesspool for trans women. But that's 'so self-aggrandizing' to say, even though the only one I can spot on a given list that is a household name is Eddie Izzard, who explicitly identifies as genderfluid, and so isn't included on the technicality. Granted, maybe I just don't know enough British celebrities, but like... the claim isn't that much of a stretch. Lindsay Ellis almost had to leave media entirely because of a poorly-managed PR fiasco where people (seemingly deliberately) misunderstood a tweet about a children's movie. Jenny Nicholson still gets shit for pointing out a male celebrity may have made some tweets about a controversial but low-stakes topic (shipping) in order to distract from a more problematic comment earlier in the day.

And yeah, they survived that, but a lot of people don't. And the more we apply that approach to minority creators--which all of the above are--the more likely we are to get someone we like caught in the crossfire. Like, do we think this approach is helping support black or brown creators? When we encourage an environment that is just as likely to get THEM hit with backlash over a different kind of fuckup?

And I don't mean 'Dave Chappelle making his entire professional personality about trans jokes,' but more like 'black British dude says 'fag' in a video, meaning a cigarette, but gets torn to shreds by an eager mob of queer youth who are more concerned about punishing mistakes than seeking growth.'

Like, I've only seen the edges of what's going on with the backlash against creators like FD Signifier or Foreign Man in a Foreign Land, but what I've seen there is a lot of the same shit.

IDK I just. I just wanted to reblog some cool gifs of Abigail Thorn, and maybe a few Natalie Wynn costumes. Why did I have to go on a blocking spree (mostly for misgendering and general transmisogyny, admittedly).

Me: wow, I'm really enjoying this YouTuber's content, I wonder if anyone is discussing it on other platforms and expanding on the issues brought up or politely going through the oversights and what could have helped round out the production!

All social media:

Mostly Tumblr and reddit, both of which provide Twitter drama for no additional cost.

[sungbeam]

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.

wolf shifter!jeno x human!reader x vampire!jaemin

▷ 1.3k words, like two curse words, possessiveness

▷ twilight au; recommended, but not required readings: i know what you are / stay away from him

a/n: dedicated to bestie @tayunji for the locker escapade hehe; the following event occurs some time after "i know what you are", but not directly after

"LN YN." The voice boomed through the school corridor, and your peers scrambled to jump out of the way of the vampire who was bulldozing his way through them, houses to a wrecking ball. 

You, of course, kept walking. Earbuds blasted the newest EXO album in your ears, and you could hardly care who was calling your name when Baekhyun was crooning sweet words to you. Plus, you had an inkling as to who it was, mostly by the way the hair on the nape of your neck stood up. 

"Yn," Na Jaemin's voice was right next to you, a blurry mass of black and red leather. His hand gripped your bicep and tugged you backward, then shoved you against the nearest row of lockers as if you weighed nothing more than a doll. 

You trained all of your control in maintaining a bored face as Jaemin stared you down, absolute irritation making his eye twitch. You focused on the sound of the music in your ears, watching Jaemin's mouth move with words that wouldn't register to you. 

"Listen to me," he said. You gave no indication of such a thing. His nostrils flared in annoyance, hand bracing against the locker right by your head. He leaned in close to your ear and tugged the bud out by the wire. Your scent flooded his nose, and made his heart do cartwheels, made his voice husky. "Are you gonna be annoying or can we do this the easy way?"

The lack of proximity between you and him, along with the way his warm breath tickled your neck and shell of your ear, had you blushing an embarrassing shade of red. A slow, content smile appeared on Jaemin's face at this reaction. "There she is. Hi, sweets."

"There are better ways to get my attention," you stammered, hoping he didn't see how awkward you were being. This was quite the… compromising position. There was hardly any room between your body and his, your face and his. Any sudden movement would send him straight at your—

Jaemin hummed absentmindedly, twirling a strand of your hair around his index finger. "I like this way more. Well," he lifted a brow at you, "except for the part where you were ignoring me. I don't like being ignored, sweets. I hope you know that."

"We can't always have what we want," you quipped in response, not meaning for it to mean anything more than this situation; however, based on the shift in Jaemin's demeanor, you had a feeling that it meant a lot more to him. It reminded you of that one time you said "sucks to suck" to Jeno, and he had winced. It had taken on a whole new level of meaning since then. 

The vampire sighed, your hair falling from his fingers. "I need to talk to you about… what happened."

Ah, so that was what this was about. Annoyance pricked at your conscience. "I don't need you making excuses for him—"

"No, that's not it," Jaemin interrupted, firmly, earnestly. "I don't make excuses for the mutt ever." 

"Then what do you need to talk about?" You were already hurt by the whole situation. How could your best friend since childhood, Lee Jeno, lie to you your entire life? Not only was he a wolf shifter or whatever, but you were also his… mate? You still couldn't wrap your head around the whole thing, but you felt like your brain was about to combust along with your patience. 

Jaemin's expression softened. He could scent the emotions waging war inside your head. "I'm sorry that you had to find out that way."

You avoided his eyes, opting instead to stare at the glossy linoleum floor of the school hallway. "Why would he hide that from me? I mean, being mates—should that not be the very first thing you tell someone?"

He clenched his jaw, using his finger to tip your head up to him. "If you were mine? Yeah, I'd make sure you knew as soon as you met me." 

A flame bursted somewhere in your heart, your soul, your body. You couldn't doubt the tug between the two of you anymore. If you were mates with Jeno, why did you feel like this with Jaemin? 

Then his hand dropped again, went up instead to run through his dark hair. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to tell that there was something else plaguing his mind. "That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about."

"What is it?" You asked. Should you be worried? The conflict in his expression had you the slightest bit concerned. 

"Wouldn't you rather be mine than his?"

Your heart stopped for a split second in time, and in that moment of hesitation, a blurred figure barreled into Jaemin's side, knocking him across the corridor from you. 

"And here I thought you would listen for once, Na." 

A terrible feeling sunk in your gut once you recognized Jeno's back in front of you, guarding you—or rather, blocking you—from Jaemin. Again. Déjà vu, much? There was that sharp pang of fear in your chest at just the thought of what might occur again. "Jeno, don't do this—"

"Yn, I can't just let him pull that shit with you!" Jeno whirled around, both pleading and fire in his eyes as he beheld you. He looked like utter shit with purple bags hanging under his once carefree eyes, hood thrown over his head. Had he gotten any sleep since he confessed his secrets to you? "Please, you have to understand how complicated this is."

From the corner of your eye, you saw Jaemin lean back against the opposite wall of lockers, his arms braided across his chest, looking on with a distinctly blank expression. A crowd had gathered in the hallway now, whispers and gossip running rampant like a disease. You hated it, hated seeing these two come to conflict again. 

"Jeno," you said carefully, hands holding his shoulders so he looked straight at you, "I can't understand if you don't tell me what's going on."

A growl shook the earth beneath your feet as Jeno flung an arm in gesture toward Jaemin. "What's going on is that he's trying to take you away from me—"

Jaemin rolled his eyes, but a lazy smile curled onto his face. "Not trying; succeeding."

You just barely put yourself in front of Jeno before he pounced on Jaemin with teeth bared and snapping. His weight would have toppled you over alone if Jeno hadn't snaked an arm around your waist to keep you upright. You shoved a finger at Jaemin's chest. "You—stop provoking him and shut up, for God's sake!" 

Jaemin lifted his hands slowly in surrender, but there was still that glimmer of amusement and something else in his eyes. 

You turned to Jeno now, who's eyes were slowly darkening like that doomed day you confirmed that your friendship would never be the same. "And you, calm down. No one's taking me away from anyone. Don't let his words get into your head. Jeno Lee, look at me."

Jeno turned eyes to you instead of glaring daggers at Jaemin. You could already see him try to shake out of whatever alpha instinct was threatening to take over his brain. "I'm okay—I'm fine now," he said, releasing a shaky breath. "I'm sorry that you have to deal with my shit, Yn." He ducked his head like a scolded child, his teeth gritting as if he was holding himself back from pushing you aside and dealing with Jaemin himself.

You exhaled, relieved. "It's okay."

Jeno sulked, and like the sucker you were, you wrapped your arms around him. You let him tuck his face into your neck, nuzzle his hair, his face, his scent all over you. You could feel your heart speed up in your chest and you wondered if this was what it was supposed to be like to have a mate.

Is it really okay though? A voice asked in the back of your mind. How long did he take to tell you the truth? And even so, he never justifies his behavior nor his actions to you. He's an alpha; they don't think to explain themselves.

There was that prickling feeling at your conscience again, the feeling of the hair at the nape of your neck rising. You shifted your attention to Jaemin, who hadn't moved from that spot against the locker. "If you have something to say to me, do it out loud."

Jaemin simply shrugged. You thought you recognized the shadow falling over his face as he replied stiffly, "Just that I will always tell you the truth."

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A Hero Protects His Own - Part 1

Ao3

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Loud.

It’s loud and the camp is overwhelmingly tense as Legend screams harsh words in a language Twilight doesn’t understand. The others sit in silence, either burying their heads in their hands or trying their hardest to ignore it while Sky stares cold and impassive at the vet.

He shrinks back into his hood.

He’s fought the worst of the worst; monsters, evils, shadows and nightmares from realms beyond what the others will ever know, but somehow hearing his brothers screaming at each other like this is what it takes to make him shiver and shrink back.

Or maybe it’s the steel in Sky’s eyes.

He’s tried to separate them, tried to stop Legend antagonizing the Chosen Hero, and for a while he even thought it worked! Sky and Legend had bonded some after what the three of them refer to as “the bunny incident” Legend with a fierce blush and Sky and himself with grins and teasing. The vet would tease them, stand at their side and back them up, and they would do the same for him. That’s just the power of secrets, sharing them makes you closer to other people.

But then they’d been dropped in Legend’s world. They’d come to the veteran’s Hyrule and spent a day at his house and gone out to the forest with Ravio to investigate something strange that the merchant had seen. When they'd come to the cozy cottage, Sky had been teasing Legend and receiving playful jabs in return, but the next morning when everyone woke up there was stone cold silence between the two, Ravio overcome with nervous energy that, to their collective shock, had earned him some rather sharp words from the Skyloftian when the merchant had gotten them lost in the woods.

From there it got worse.

Legend and Sky are almost always at each other's throats now, icy blue and raging indigo burning into each other as Time has struggled to keep them separate, neither willing to explain their spat and Ravio to overcome to even attempt it.

The bunny merchant clings to Warriors even now, their scarves wrapped over the both of them and tying them together as Warriors paints the merchant’s nails, speaking softly and recounting adventures the two had apparently shared in an attempt to distract him from the shouting that fills the camp and the heated stares being shot between two heroes.

Sky’s hand grips the hilt of the Master Sword where it lies in his lap and Legend’s fist at his sides while he stands over the older hero, face twisted up in an ugly expression as he spews words Twilight knows he doesn’t want to understand.

“Make it stop.” Four whimpers, head buried in his side as the smithy’s shoulders tense further with each word. “It hurts.”

“Guys-” He tries, he really does, to be firm, but when there's so much anger already in the air, he knows that yelling will only do so much good, and when Sky’s sharp eyes meet his, usually so gentle and dreamy but now flashing with lightning and shadowed in thunderclouds, it’s all he can do to keep his voice low enough to not worsen things for Four.

“You’re hurting Four.” Time scolds.

Legend’s mouth snaps shut, Sky’s hands twitching as the two both look over the miserable bundle against his side.

“Fine.” Legend snaps, crossing his arms and looking away.

“Apologies.” Sky nods.

It’s easy to believe Sky will be a king one day when he acts like that. There’s no doubt that their usually sleepy friend can rule and command when he sits poker straight, actions clipped as his words and tone deep enough to rival times when he speaks. Gone are the gentle words and reassuring smiles, instead replaced with regal nods and flashing silver eyes. The war cape that usually warms shivering heroes on cold nights is a cape, and the halo cast over the Skyloftian’s honey-hair is a crown in the firelight.

Twilight has to shift in his place.

Thank Ordonia the two both have a soft spot for the smithy, otherwise they’d be here all night! And, while he loves the wolf that nestles inside of his heart, he also hates how the wolf’s senses affect his own. Legend’s shrieks might be annoying to the others, but to himself and Four, they’re agonizing.

Then again, he has to muffle a strained chuckle as Legend stomps past on his way to his bedroll, which is as far as possible from Sky’s without Time raising his brows, rabbits do scream rather loudly, don’t they.

“Are they done?” Four’s eyes actually have tears in them when he looks up, face flushed and miserable as he peeks up out from under the tail end of the wolf pelt.

“Yeah.” He has to keep his voice low as he answers, Four’s headaches are well known to be absolutely awful, and he can’t help but gently pet the smithy’s hair in an attempt to comfort him.

Baby.

Twilight has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Four’s nearly an adult.

Baby. The wolf in his soul rumbles, and Twilight has to mentally restrain himself from pulling the little smithy into his arms and absolutely suffocating him with his fluffy pelt and arms as he holds him as tight as possible. He thinks Four once explained why they want to squeeze babies and small things so much, but he can’t be bothered to dig through all of the smithy’s rants about Hylian behavior in order to remember it.

It was something related to eating though, and the thought makes him wrinkle his nose.

“Good.” Four sighs, flopping fully against him and tugging the pelt over his eyes. “They do that again and I’m gonna slap them both. Jerks.”

A laugh rumbles through his chest as the wolf growls in approval.

Fierce baby. The Wolf laughs.

He’s close to our age. Twilight reminds himself. He jist looks small and young.

Never mind that the smithy has his childish moments, eyes glimmering red and warm as he laughs along with Wind as the two watch some prank or another play out. It’s always hard to tell if Four is just laughing at their misfortune or if he’s the reason for it and is reveling in his genius, because when questioned the smithy always looks so childishly innocent or entirely unimpressed. It’s a difficult thing to pin the blame on the smithy, and they’ve all quite given up. Except Sky.

Sky, who can read Four like a book and is currently shooting worried glances in the smithy’s direction, all fire and rage gone from crystal eyes when the Skyloftian catches sight of the smithy curled up beside him, only his legs and stockinged feet visible beneath the pelt. “Is he okay?”

Twilight nods. “Exhausted, fightin’ a bad headache, but he says it ain’t quite a migraine.”

The other hero nods with a wince. “You got him then?”

Oh definitely. This is his little brother! Of course, he can take care of him! “Yeah.”

“Okay.”

He’s feeling guilty.

They are close, he prob’bly just wants to help.

“You good, Sky?”

Crystal blue meets his slowly, a pained smile on his brother’s face as Sky settles down on his other side, reaching over quickly to gently pat Four’s knee before answering. “Yeah. Legend just-” Sky answers, running a hand through his hair with a huff of his puffed-out cheeks. “Vet’s a Hylia Blessed piece of work somedays!”

Laughter spills from him this time, and he can’t stop it even when Four pokes his side irritably. “That has got to be the nicest way I’ve e’er heard someone call another person an ass! Did you just say ‘Hylia blessed’?”

Sky rolls his eyes. “I love Legend same as any of you guys, he’s just...” Another heavy puff of breath, one that he didn’t know Sky could even manage with his asthma, billows out, ruffling the Skyloftian’s bangs as he motions to where Legend is sat with his back against Warriors, Twilight would almost dare to say that the vet is pouting as War reaches over to gently ruffle the vet’s hair fondly while Ravio chirps something nervous and encouraging at him.

“He can a bit difficult.” He finishes, but Sky shakes his head fiercely.

“That’s not it! I deal with difficult people all the time! My best friend was the biggest ass I knew before he stopped trying to one up me and started to actually help. I can handle a bit of sass and snark, I mean, look at us!” Sky exclaims, motioning to the camp and everyone in it.

“Keep it down!” Four hisses. “Headache!”

“Sorry.” He choruses with Sky as the smithy glares up at the both of them before retreating back underneath the protective shade of his wolf pelt.

“It’s not the grouchiness, or the snark.” Sky explains softly, blue eyes pained as they glance at Legend. “We’re just. We have very different opinions about some things.” He’s about to say something when Sky cuts him off, eyes glistening softly in the fire as he stares across at the pouting vet. “I get that he doesn’t care for the goddesses. I’m not happy with it, but I can respect his opinions; they’re valid as much as mine are, and he has his reasons to feel the way he does. But some things-” The Skyloftian shakes his head fiercely, eyes going stony again. “Some things aren’t open for discussion like faith and beliefs. Hard, cold facts can’t be denied, no matter how much Legend would like to.”

There’s a bite in Sky’s voice again, and it makes him flinch back. Beneath his pelt, Four’s fingers clench his tunic, the smithy stiff as a board again. He sneaks an arm around the younger hero, squeezing gently in reassurance as he follows Sky’s gaze to the trio opposite them, where Legend is glaring at a laughing Warriors while Ravio giggles softly along, the three melting back into their seamlessly antagonistically friendly behavior around each other.

“Legend’s smart. But he’s also blind.” Sky bites out bitterly. “And it’s just gonna get him hurt.”

He’s about to ask what Sky means, but at that very moment Wild jumps up from sitting beside Time, ears pricked and eyes wide as a hoarse-shout rings from his cub’s throat. “Monster attack!”

Monsters.

The growl rumbles in his chest as he pulls himself to his feet, Four following with a groan and Sky already sprinting across the camp with the Master Sword drawn and in hand.

The monsters are on them before most of them even have a chance to draw their blades.

Mindless beasts swirl about, blocking his vision of the others as he dances through them, fending off any headed towards the suffering smithy while simultaneously trying to carve a path for himself and Four to where the others are.

“Eyes out for the black one!” Warriors voice rises over the din of blades crashing and monsters squealing, all of the playfulness of the moment before replaced with the practiced calm and clipped tones of a soldier.

“Aye Captain!” Wind shouts back, followed by Wild and Time, the only one’s accustomed to a soldier’s commands, as they thrust themselves into the battle.

The monsters swarm thicker and thicker, but in every spare second, he keeps his eyes open, searching the crowd for the black lizalfoes that’s been the source of so much of their trouble lately. Nothing can be seen save monster after monster of the normal sort, their blood streaking red across the dirt, thin and weak as bodies fall with more ease than any of their previous battles.

“These ‘blins are red blooded!” He calls out. “Keep your guards up! They strong one’s are prob’bly holdin’ back!”

The Ordon Sword sings through the air, but despite his own warning, the monsters are already starting the thin. More stream in from the forest, but they runabout wild like any old ‘blins and lizards, none of the intelligence or strength of their corrupted cousins making an appearance so often recently. The same can be said of the black lizalfoes; no one can spot it, there’s no flash of black in the crowd save for his own pelt as he spins and stabs, dancing easily along to Warriors’ side.

“Any sign?” The captain pants out, parrying an enemy blade and thrusting forwards to skewer the moblin before him.

“None.” He heaves back, raising his shield against his own opponent and pushing back against the spear that embedded it inside. “Have you seen Four? I lost him in the mob?”

The words are hardly out of his mouth before a scream, all too harsh and broken sounded across the field. “Sky!”

Midnight meets royal blue as soldier and rancher lock eyes for all of a moment before swinging out with all their might at their enemies, razing them low and clearing their vision long enough to stare over the field.

Four is clutching at his sword arm, eyes wide and staring as they looked to where Sky has been cast onto the ground a few paces away, thrown by the force of a blow that no doubt had been headed for the smithy himself. No ordinary monster could land a blow on Sky unless he was rushing to someone else’s rescue, and the guilt already filtering into the smithy’s eyes was all that is needed to confirm the thought.

The Master Sword lies on the forest floor, to far from Sky for the knight to grasp it as he pulls himself to his knees, enemies already baring down on him from all directions.

“Sky!” Twin voices shout.

Flying-Heart!!!! The Wolf screams inside of him, pushing his feet forwards to charge to Sky’s side.

Red flashes before him, swirling fabric, the color of aged blood and wine, a hood like a poe’s drawn up over a being’s head, a single blackened hand reaching out from beneath, red swirling over clawed fingers as Sky’s breath comes heaving from his lungs, side bleeding from the blow that had downed him.

A voice, neither high nor low but pitched in such a way that none could hear quite what was being said, murmurs something as the power on the blackened hand pulses.

Monsters rage around the hero and poe-like being, but none step closer to Sky, although their eyes trail to him eagerly every so often when Heroes, desperate to save their brother, aren’t hacking through their numbers.

A moblin rises before Twilight, blocking his vision for precious seconds before a roar built in his chest and his sword cleft the being in two. The second was enough though. Sky’s scream sounds over the field, harsh and grating and agonizing! The wolf throbs inside of him, tearing at the walls of his mind as he attempted to press through the creatures keeping him from his brother.

“Get back you-” Legend’s words are cut off sharply by Time’s scream of rage as the biggoron sword swings and fells three monsters at once. The Master Sword gleams in Legend’s hands as he launches himself at the being, teeth set and eyes flashing as he swings down, making the red-cape dart back as the pink-haired hero came to a halt between hero and monster, Sky’s weakening breath ringing over the field.

The vet’s eyes flash to meet his for only a moment. “Kick ass! We need to end this!”

A firm nod, the wolf is already raging inside him and he gave it full control as his blade and shield fend off and fell enemy after enemy, their screams and blood running over him like the air itself, so little he cares for them. His only job now is to beat back the monsters, give Legend space to work, keep Sky safe.

Beat the monsters.

Give Legend space to wreak havoc.

Protect Sky.

Beat the monsters.

Give Legend space to wreak havoc.

Protect Sky.

Beat the monsters.

Give Legend space to wreak havoc.

Protect Sky.

Like a dirge of war, the wolf’s thoughts swirl with his own, red clouding his vision as the Ordon Sword severs limbs and head and cleft bodies in two. Feet dance the war stomps of bloodlust as eyes flash with the golden of the wolf.

“Portal!” Wild screams over the din of the monsters falling. “Hylia’s!” His pup sounds strained, rage and terror mixing in a cocktail of fury as arrows plunge into the enemy and weapons fly loose across the Champion’s personal battle space, an area where even the monsters drew back in fear while the rest of the heroes give the youngster ample space to cause chaos.

Sure enough, the portal’s golden power is sweeping across the field, the faint brush of feathers over their cheeks and shoulders and the whisper of warmth and honey as the goddess’s strength flows over the field.

“Legend, watch out!” Hyrule’s cry cuts through, and Twilight only has enough time to see the blackened hand swing forwards and catch hold of Legend’s tunic before the golden glow of the shift swept it all away.

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the death of hyacinthus - pt. i

this is my old renaissance au with artist!billy and model!steve so enjoy lol

The light spills out onto the floor before the window, making the worn wood of the floor look bright again, like new. The light doesn't reach Steve though. Billy set up the scene like that on purpose, closer to the center of his studio. No direct light. He wants this to be lit like it's the beginning of twilight. In his head, Hyacinth dies at sunset.

The room is silent, has been for a while, other than birds outside the window, a breeze that made the window tap against itself lightly, and fabric shifting if Steve stirs from where he is at all, draped across this haphazard construction of pillows, blankets, and a bench.

That's the word Billy used; “drape”. When Steve got to the studio Billy was kicking pillows around on his little model platform, trying to get everything set up right, hardly even greeting Steve at all before launching into his explanation of how he wanted Steve to look.

“-and he’s dying, but he’s not dead yet,” Billy walked half a circle around the platform, hands out. “So Apollo would- damn-” A pillow fell over, he pushed it back up. “Would be here. So if you can just sort of drape yourself across right here-”

Steve was stripping off the last of his garments when Billy turned back around.

“Here?” Steve finished kicking his stockings off, crossed to step up onto the platform.

Billy swallowed, looking Steve in the eyes because at least it meant he wouldn't look down, slack jawed. “Yeah, that's- that’s perfect.” Steve was already settling in to sitting down, letting his head fall back against the seat of the bench, throat exposed.

The way he was sitting shifted his weight in his hips more; Billy tried to look critically. Not appreciatively. He shouldn’t be appreciating the son of the nobleman that had decided to be his patron. Not that Steve was even supposed to be modeling for him beyond the two portraits he’d already had done.

“Tip your knee down more,” Billy stepps back, takes in the composition.

Steve drops his knee.

“Turn your head towards me.”

Steve obliges. The line of his nose looks perfect at three quarters.

Billy stepps up to the platform again, pulls some of the fabric forward, lets it fall over Steve's legs more, over his groin- good. Less distracting. More poetic or something- and the line of his thighs beneath the fabric has just the heaviness Billy is looking for. He steps back again.

“What’s the myth again?” Steve’s jaw gains definition when he speaks with his head at this angle.

“The Death of Hyacinthus.”

“I know that part.” Steve rolls his hand a little. “The part before that. How does he die?”

“He- hang on.” Billy steps close again to push things around, make the lines right. “The wind- Zephyr- gets jealous of his beauty. Apollo throws a discus, and Zephyr pushes it off course, so it knocks Hyacinth in the head. Apollo holds him while he dies.” Billy says it all matter-of-factly. He's trying not to get distracted. He picks up Steve's arm to tilt back towards him a little. His skin is warm like the sunlight staining the floor.

“That's sad.” Steve says. His arm feels relaxed in Billy’s grip. “Weren't they close? Apollo and Hyacinth.”

Billy feels a familiar warmth at his neck of this topic. This thing that always comes up when he and Steve are alone. “They were lovers.”

Steve doesn't say anything back to that.

Billy gets the composition mostly how he wants it- and he’ll probably try Steve in a couple different poses, this is only for sketching. He takes ages deciding where to set up to actually draw it- Steve makes fun of him. Billy says he’s not the one naked on a pile of old curtains. That makes Steve laugh. His stomach flexes a little when he laughs.

Billy's glad Steve can be part of his process now.

He gets some general gestures down on paper. He really nails the angle of Steve’s throat- which he's proud of. He needs the arch of the thing to be perfect. And he gets the general idea of Steve's features down quick- he’s drawn Steve's face maybe a thousand times by now. The way his arm falls is tricky- he’ll come back to that in a bit.

“Billy.”

Billy looks up at Steve’s voice. He’s sat up a little, something short of coy in his eyes. “I’m cold.” “You’re cold.” Billy says back to him. Because he never does what Steve implies. Only what Steve says.

“Yeah, like you said- I’m bare ass naked on a pile of curtains.”

“Your calling.”

Steve laughs again. “Do you think we could close the door?”

“We?”

“You. Can you close the door.”

“Who’s the revered artist here?”

“Who’s the patron?”

Billy rolls his eyes, but he drops his chalk into the lip of his easel anyway, walks to pull the door to his studio shut, separating them from the rest of the house. Steve left it open in the first place.

“You’re not my patron.” Billy says when he gets back, picks up to start drawing again.

“I’m close.” Steve only sounds a little superior.

He’s right. He is close to being Billy's patron. He recommended Billy to his family, he talked up Billy’s version of the pieta, he introduced Billy to the Influentials of Florence, got him this nice new studio, set up in one of the family houses. He was only a little superior about it.

Mostly he was nice.

Nice to Billy. Excited about the things he drew, always asking him what he was working on.

Asked to sit for him once, twice, how many more times, he was part of the process now.

This might be what having a muse was, if Billy believed in things like having muses.

Steve scratches the back of his calf with a foot, then sets his legs back down.

“I’m surprised you don’t get bored doing this.” Billy cracks two of the knuckles on his drawing hand, shakes out his wrist. He’s only prying a little.

“I like watching you work,” comes Steve's easy reply.

“Still.” Billy smudges at a stray line with his thumb. ��You’re always fidgety at dinners and shit. Not here.”

“Dinners are boring.” Steve sighs.

He had expressed that sentiment before. That he found Billy much more interesting than anything his family ever did. That he’d trade his infinite wealth for the virve Billy so possessed. Only he didn't say it like that. He said “I’d trade all of this shit for whatever makes your art so beautiful.”

And Billy said “You wouldn't want to. Trust me.”

Billy, having seared the image of Steve into his brain by now, was adding more definition in places, really letting his focus slide out of his head.

And it’s quiet for a bit. Billy doesn't notice when the silence breaks- the sound of shifting fabric, bare feet on wood floor-

“Shit, that’s really good.” Steve's voice startles Billy a little, but he doesn’t let it show. Just turns a little abruptly to find Steve leaning over his shoulder.

“Looks just like me.” Steve continued, hovering his fingertips over Billy's rendition of his nose.

“You don’t have to sound so impressed every time.” Billy rolled his eyes, pushing Steve’s hand away.

“Oh, excuse me for showing some enthusiasm.” Steve hummed another laugh, still looking at the paper. He traced a finger absentmindedly down his own flesh-and-blood nose, marveling at the likeness.

Billy couldn't focus enough to continue with Steve so close. Not like he’d never seen Steve in next to nothing before. But this was really and truly nothing. And even naked as the day he was born Steve exuded wealth in just the way he stood. Like clothes were nothing but decoration on something already… beautiful.

“Can you go back to your spot, please?” Billy got out, looking away like he was annoyed.

Steve just smiled at him before padding back to his platform, throwing the fabric back over his legs.

But now the composition was wrong-

“So,” Steve’s voice carried across the sun-soaked chambers. “Why Hyacinth?”

“What do you mean.” Billy was trying desperately to collect his thoughts.

“I mean, he’s dating a god, right? Why him? What's so special about him.”

“He’s beautiful.”

“And?”

“Well, I mean, he’s a Spartan prince, he’s legendary. Apollo doesn't even really pick him. Hyacinth has, like, a bunch of people to choose from. He picks Apollo.”

Billy can’t draw like this, especially since Steve fucked up the composition- probably on purpose.

Billy gets up with an unintentional little huff and gets close to Steve again, has to adjust his legs again, avoid staring at the pinks that dust Steve’s everywhere-

“You draw me a lot.” Steve interrupts Billy’s train of thought.

Billy looks up, holding Steve’s wrist like it was his own. “You sit for me a lot-”

“What's your favorite part to draw?”

Billy’s breathing feels thicker, like his throat is coated in honey, sweet but hard to breathe. “Of you?” “Yeah.”

“Your nose.” Billy says easily, because it's safe to say.

Steve smiles. “You've said that before.”

“It's true.” Billy prepares to turn away again, to tell Steve they should get more done while there's still daylight.

Steve’s fingers hook against the palm of Billy's hand. This is playing with fire.

Steve lifts Billy's hand up, touches it to the bridge of his nose.

He can feel the sharp bone under his forefinger.

“Where else?”

Billy inhales. It's a feat. “Your jaw.”

Steve pulls Billy's hand down his cheek to touch his jawline. They’ve been avoiding this forever,

“And?” Cliche game of cat and mouse. Right now, Billy’s the mouse.

“Your shoulders.” Billy watches Steve drag his hand down his perfect neck to the slope of his perfect shoulders. “Steve.”

“Billy.” Steve mocks Billy’s warning tone just a little. “Come on, what else?”

Billy swallows again. He doesn't respond he just lets his hand wander lower, lower, down his chest, to his stomach-

Billy stops his hand, pushes back against Steve’s. “I’ve never drawn you nude, if that's what you’re implying.”

“Maybe you should.” Steve’s finger’s slide up Billy's forearm to hook under the edge of his rolled up sleeve.

“I’d need a couple different references...” Billy trails off. He knows Steve is about to kiss him.

It’s still delicious when he does. No number of days, weeks, waiting for one of them to make a move, of thinking what that move would be, what it would feel like, would have prepared Billy for the spit-sweet taste of a first kiss in the late afternoon.

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i might do a part ii or just leave it like this lol

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Pleeease tell me about your roleswap au

YES YES funky-art-cactus ILY. get ready everybody i’m going to start ranting. entering my annoying arc

(here is the art btw!!)

OKAY so first of all adaine abernant who has swapped with fig. this is an adaine who has accepted LONG AGO that she wasn’t the favorite child and she was never going to live up to her parents expectations, so instead of trying or meekly protesting adaine goes into a remarkably rebellious phase where she listens to punk music and swears and smokes!!! there will always be a part of adaine who is insecure about the family she comes from and i do think a part of her arc would come from the realisation that she’s putting on some sort of persona not because she wants to because it’d be the biggest “fuck you” to her parents. and then she starts further questioning if the people around her would like her if she revealed these insecurities.... also, she’d still be a wizard (before her rebellious phase she was a real arcane nerd lol) and everybody keeps making fun of her for it lmfaoo

riz gukgak swaps with fabian!! i imagine that sklonda pushed for riz to use his dexterity and play sports instead of fixating on another mystery and losing tons and tons of sleep lmfao. he's still an inquisitive rogue, and one of the reasons he joined the bloodrush team is because he had a few suspicions about their coach. but this little guy is a BEAST on the field. he runs so fast that he practically IS the ball. they dont call him riz "the ball" gukgak for nothing!!! riz is still socially awkward but definitely tries very very hard to make friends (mainly because he cant stand upsetting his mom), but i imagine that he isn't the most popular on his team due to his inquisitive nature. this version of riz is a lot more desperate to please others and be the popular guy than the original riz is!! id say swap!riz would rather make friends than solve the mystery, which completely reverses the original. much of his arc would be him realising that pushing himself to be somebody he isnt isnt the best thing for him.

kristen applebees swaps with gorgug! this is a kristen who is remarkably insecure, probably concerning her sexuality and her faith, and definitely tends to underestimate herself. shes a cleric from the twilight domain, having grown up in the church of helio but had a religious revelation before freshman year when she started to realise that she was attracted to girls. she's much more timid and shy, and definitely tends to beat herself up a bit regarding how awkward she can be. also, since this is a swap au, i guess that would make her parents........ super supportive and nice?????? like the thistlesprings are??????? maybe they were all supportive of the church but left once they discovered how Off it all was. a lot of her arc would be about self-discovery and growing comfortable in her own skin. also tracker would swap with zelda so they'd meet each other at school :]

fabian swaps with adaine!! this fabian is more than desperate to prove himself in the eyes of both his parents and his peers. his dad already has a pretty horrible reputation, one that fabian recognises and ultimately feels shame about, so he definitely leans more into his mother's heritage than he does his father. this fabian attempts to be classy and prestigious in order to prove to his classmates that he is worthy of being there and that he is NOTHING like his father. he duels with trainers and instructors (as he is still a fighter), but i imagine he has never duelled to the death before, meaning that the first encounter he has with the corn monster is just absolutely horrifying for him lmfaoooo. like adaine, he also suffers from fairly severe anxiety, and the need to not be like his father definitely plays a role in that. i feel like his arc could go either way: either he realises that his father was never as terrible as people said he was or he accepts that he is his own person with unique motivations and aspirations, and therefore he is nothing like his dad.

FIG SWAPS WITH KRISTEN and honestly i think this one excites me the most because it's a tiefling cleric!!!!! a tiefling cleric !!!!!!!!! imagine a fig who grew up in the church of helio, who sings at church every sunday and is the lead vocalist, who was told by priests and her parents all her life that she was the "chosen one", that she was helio's beloved child. and now imagine fig waking up one day, only to see HORNS GROWING ON HER HEAD. how MORTIFYING WOULD THAT BE. this is a fig who has been told her entire life that she was going to corn heaven only to wake up one day and discover that her mom had an affair with a demon!!!!!!!!!! like wtf!!!!!! this version of fig wears a hat over her horns to hide them and is much, much more secretive about her being a tiefling than the original fig is, and spends much of the first half of fantasy high frantically attempting to keep up this holy persona. and then when that crumbles to pieces and people start noticing her horns, it becomes an inner conflict within herself in regards to her faith and her falling out with religion. her arc would concern self-discovery and finally finding out her identity outside of the church, an identity that she has been scared of revealing for so long.

and finally, gorgug thistlespring swaps with riz :] gorgug has grown up with adoptive parents all his life and was basically set to become a barbarian from the get-go. however, one day his babysitter (who most likely is swapped with another maiden, katja maybe???) disappears! and not only that, but her disappearance might be connected to his LOST DAD???? this version of gorgug is so desperate for answers regarding his birth parents and his vanishing babysitter that he basically becomes an impromptu investigator overnight. he's not great at it by any means-- his intelligence is not incredible and his lack of charisma often scares witnesses away-- but he still asks questions as much as he possibly can. he carries a metal flower that his babysitter made with him as potential evidence. if simple questions dont work, then brute force can!!!! the comedic potential is THERE-- just imagine some 6'4", absolute UNIT of a teenager walking up to you and asking if youve seen his lost babysitter. what are you supposed to say, no??? youre gonna tell this kid, who has a metal flower sticking out of his vest, no????????

thank you for asking, and thanks for reading if you did !!! :]