#the read more partially bc this got long

[the-outlande-r]

thinking abt how im a dyke and have adhd like damn baby pick a struggle

[traffys-heart]

one piece men + awkward sex moments | nsfw

some of these r inspired by irl events + stuff ive seen online. sex isn’t always the perfect mind blowing smut we read but i think i like the goofier aspects of that.

characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinesmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law

cw: lowercase, afab! reader, blood, fingering, female and male receiving oral, virgin! loser! law

monkey d. luffy

he was pounding u on the bed when his stomach started to growl, killing the mood entirely. the whole crew had already had dinner too, so u were pretty miffed to say the least. a sheepish shrug and a dash to the kitchen without pants on left both u and luffy unsatisfied for that night, and sanji horrified.

roronoa zoro

zoro makes sure to put all his strength in everything he does, and that includes fingering u. he has two of his thick fingers inside of u and his thumb on ur clit, but it isn’t long before he asks if ur on ur period. when u respond w no he learns abt the importance of clipping back ur nails.

vinesmoke sanji

u were sucking him off when the cigarette smell became a little too much and u coughed on the d. both of u were embarrassed and u gave him a handy to compensate as he mentally made a note to lay off the cigs more often. unfortunately it’s not just his clothes that hold the scent, it’s his sweat.

portgas d. ace

he tried to do something sexy and warm up his cock for u but ended up almost burning ur cunt. he offered to eat u out after but u opted out on an ice bath instead. temperature play was going to have to be put on hold until he can actually control the heat. he sat at the edge of the tub w sad puppy dog eyes tho. “sorry pussy :(”

sabo

sabo once came so hard he went up in flames. luckily u made it out unscathed but the same cannot be said abt the bed. it was difficult to convince dragon to use the revolution’s finances to fund the new bed frame and mattress. u two decide to fuck on the floor instead while u wait for the delivery until he destroys a carpet.

eustass kid

kid meant to slightly pull u toward him w his devil fruit while u were going down on him when he ended up pulling ur earrings out. yes ur ears were bleeding, no the holes were not ruined, no kid did not cum that night. he made up for it by making u another custom pair the next day in his workshop.

killer

he was on top and his gorgeous blond hair was caging u in underneath him when he started to shift uncomfortably. u asked him what was wrong and he told u that u were laying on his hair. u tried to adjust urself to get off but that ended up tugging on more of it. u guys had to switch positions bc he refused to put his hair in a bun.

trafalgar d. law

where do i even start. we’re back w the virgin! loser! hc and bc of that i got something special. so he was jacking off in his office to that sweet memory of playing w ur tits and right when he was abt to cum his snail started to ring. his heart almost leap out of his chest and he fell out of his chair partially going to answer to the call and partially out of surprise. he also ended up giving himself a facial from the position.

[oceanxveiined]

Her obsession with the sea an all things related all stemmed from her mother. On her kinder days, Morjena would constantly reminisce about her youth in Natlan, talking about her homeland near crystalline, azure waters. Of how much she missed the place itself, even while hating everyone she knew, and her lack of success and status there. The longing in her mother’s voice and, later on, the more Danae herself saw out pictures of that place, the more enraptured by the idea of it Danae became. She absorbed her mother’s love for the sea and to this day, will go out of her way to see it if given the right opportunity.

[bunnigumi]

─ FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT

YOU KNOW HOW hormonal teenagers are. Especially the boys. They'll want to fuck anything; even their own sisters.

cw. megumi x reader , incest , porn with plot , reader described with small chest , brief mentions of drinking/smoking , Toji is referred to as dad/daddy (nonsexual) , light exhibitionism , dead dove

an. hi guys!! thank you!! for!! 600+ followers!!!!! i lowkey accidently edged you guys at the end srry in advance i didn't have motivation to write out a full smut scene and i hope theres no typos in this bc ill cry if i see it too late... happy reading ^u^ ^_<

There's a lot of things Megumi can't do when Toji's around. Shower for too long and use up all the hot water, sneak his beers. Get handsy with his sister.

But he seems to do the last one all the time, whether his dad is home or not.

Toji is always too loud watching baseball or horse racing on the TV to hear the noises you make when your brother tries to shove his fingers up your virgin ass for the second time. You chickened out the first because you heard the front door open, your dad coming home for the first time in weeks.

Thought he was going to walk in on the two of you. Ask how your day was, what you've been up to. Something along the lines of what a normal dad would do. All he ever does is mope around. She's dead and you're all grown up.

But Megumi likes to humor you, Let's do it under the covers then.

Especially when you're so irrational, Wanna feel good, right? He won't hear a thing by the time I get my fingers in.

Sometimes he's too passed out drunk to see the bedroom door open with Megumi's hands groping your breasts. They're too small to be properly fondled, but he's always liked girls with small tits. 

You've shared a room since forever. There's only two, one for you and Megumi, and one for your parents. But daddy spends most of the nights on the couch, never makes it a step past the living room.

It probably wasn't the best idea. Megumi started touching you all inappropriately at night, your stuffed dolls from family friends facing away when he fingers you, fucks you, kisses you.

You know how hormonal teenagers are. Especially the boys. They'll want to fuck anything; even their own sisters.

Your brother liked to kiss you a lot when you were younger. Regardless of where you were, who you were with. Simple, fleeting kisses on the lips. Your mom and dad would do it all the time.

Grown ups would fawn over how cute you were as children. How well you two got along. How they wished their children were as well behaved as you two were.

It's not all weird for their age. Shiu said it's just what kids do, kids are parrots, not that he has any. But'chya better teach ‘em it's not normal, or you’re gonna have inbred grandbabies. He says it with a quirked lip, chuckling, and a cigarette in between his fingers.

Your dad, unfazed, gnawed on his own, the sliding door open, summer on your face. Puppy stickers trailing up on the glass that don't make it past the handle.

On a good day, Toji's got a Playboy magazine in one hand, a cold bottle in the other. C'mere, boy. He likes to call Megumi from your room to taunt him. Don't she look just like your sister? Flat out drunk. Well, with that rack, it's more like your ma. See, now this one's more like your sister. Isn't that funny?

He tears out the page, careful to not cut through the model's hips, and tosses it in Megumi's direction. His eyes never leaving the magazine. Not even when he takes a swig of the bottle.

Don't fucking talk about your daughter like that. The hell's wrong with you? Megumi says it partially under his breath. And he says it like he isn't hard in front of his dad, like it's not because of the thought of his sister. 

His face twitches with mock disgust. It's as if he isn't folding the page and slipping it into his pocket when he heads back to your shared room.

It all went through one ear and out the other—television static. Toji doesn't look up, doesn't notice Megumi leave. The daggers stabbed into his hollow head. The hard on his son’s got at the mention of his sister. He never notices anything at all.

And it's whatever. You're waiting for him. You want to show him the new panties you bought when you were out with your girlfriends, the money courtesy of your brother. Not in exchange for sex, of course. He loves you more than to treat you like a prostitue. Plus, you'd do it for free, so that makes you a good sister slut.

Megumi doesn't like his new part time all too much. ‘Part time’ means being away from you, leaving you alone. Government code to keep families apart. Buy whatever you like. You're a people pleaser.

Your dad babies you a lot. He still doesn't understand how teenagers work. Coddles you to death like you're still five when his breath smells like spearmint.

It's about the same for Megumi, that kiddy treatment. Still offers runs out to the nearby store to buy ice cream, loitering for the air conditioning on days when cold baths with you aren't enough to kill the heat. Sticking their faces in freezers, your mom twirling you in circles. Letting you go like a wind up doll, spinning and spinning ‘till the world was dizzy.

You inherited her smile, her upturned eyes when you laughed.

And you hate the way Toji let himself go. The person he became. The safety, the warmth. Detached too early from nurturing. Spiraling all the way down from the tree, the nest.

You, me, your sister. Like we used to.

He never got his ass off the couch. Not for those recreational things at least. Everyone knows that, but Toji still tries.

Not to say that Megumi isn't a fan of tradition. Cold baths with you, having you warm his dick while he washes your hair with strawberry, 3-in-1 kid shampoo. Sucking your little tits and biting down on your tender neck. Rubbing your needy clit in circles, your hips bucking, water sloshing. Suds popping and flying in the air. Soapy residue clinging to tile walls.

Your dad doesn't question why you still do it together when you're in your teenage years, or how you two should have outgrown baths already. It's a win-win situation.

He never has a reason to leave; no wife to nag him about remembering to buy fabric softener at the store with the groceries because he forgot the last time. It's not that important, only sissies need soft clothes to survive.

When he does leave, it's for days on end. And you never really notice when he does until you’re on your way out the door to school in the early morning, and there's no one on the couch, not a note on the counter.

Tugging at the hem of your uniform shirt, slipping on your shoes and leaning on the door handle you’d drill holes into the Toji-shaped spot and the door is quietly shut behind you, your brother still asleep.

He's gotten into the college near home and has been taking on more night shifts. Most of his classes start in the afternoon and you miss walking with him to school.

Megumi's the one paying attention to you more, and even extra attention on nights when dad isn't home and he's back from work.

You can be as loud as you need to be, fuck as much as you want. You've grown to be one spoiled girl, that's for sure.

Toji saw him feeling you up once in the kitchen when he went to grab leftover takeout from the fridge. You thought he wasn't home. Turned out he hadn't left the house since yesterday, passed out in his room. Still smelled like a bar, nicotine, and a skank.

You think it's the first time he actually slept there since, well, you know. 

The hell you kids doing. It wasn't a question. He said it with a yawn, with glaring indifference in the base of his tone. Megumi ignored the way his shoulders were slumped over. How he rested his weight on the fridge handle.

And you could act like it didn't happen, like your older brother wasn't pressing up against your backside, trying to stick his junk inside of you.

Nothing, daddy. It's all in your imagination. Just playing. You've just been watching too many pornos. By the way, are you hungover? Your breath reeks of cumsluts and prostitute whores.

Megumi finds that Toji tends to only register the sound of your voice rather than your words. He'd gotten pretty good at that thing with your mother. When you hit puberty, you started to sound like her.

And it's easy for Toji to turn a blind eye. To forget and be at ease. Megumi could really just have continued to go and fuck you right there over the kitchen counter. You're real good at quick and dirty. There’d be the high pitch of your moans and Toji could care less.

It's what happens when you have a dead mom, a college roommate of a dad, and a touchy brother for a family.

Shiu managed to lure Toji out of the house tonight with the promise of girls and booze. Like a dog hearing the words ‘park’ and ‘treat’. Pathetic, is what it is.

You’re wrapping your hand around your older brother’s cock. Pressing your cheek against his thigh. Pleading eyes staring up at him because you’re unsure of how to start. Red knees on scratchy hardwood floor. It's been a while since you had time for foreplay more than kissing and fingering.

“Suck it like a popsicle. Careful with your teeth,” He says in a low voice. “Yeah, exactly like that.”

You've always been a quick learner. Daddy doesn’t know that. Grey rings on unopened report cards turned coasters.

But your brother sure does. He likes to encourage your learning with a hand tangled into your hair. And he’s not all too strict of a teacher, relenting in his grasp when you dig your nails into the side of his legs. Pulling off with saliva dripping down your chin. Lips pouty and shredded like paper, your jaw aching. Thighs rubbing together, always desperate for something more.

Megumi lifts you up onto his lap so that you're straddling him, and taking the initiative, you throw your arms around his neck—pressing your bodies together, grinding down on him and zealously chasing after his lips.

You love like it's second nature.

Intimately to the ideal of union. Crossing lines just to hear the way they snap, it's more satisfying from the other side. In privileged rebellion; the temptation that comes with this taboo of want.

He can taste himself on you, with notes of sugar from home baked cookies and cheap frosting on your tongue.

Megumi has to force you still, his hands squeezing tight around your waist.

Petulant like a child, a whine leaves your mouth at the halt of friction. He manhandles your position so that your back is resting on his chest. Legs dangling off the edge of the bed, kicking and making a soft thumping noise against its side. 

Lifting up the hem of your shirt, his shirt that you’re wearing, reveals nothing but white panties soaked wet from the way your brother nips at your bottom lip when you kiss, from humping him, the way he loves you, too.

He shoves your panties to the side, smearing your slick all over your cunt with his fingers, onto your clit. He rubs light circles, eliciting breathy moans from you before abruptly stopping to pull your underwear down the rest of the way, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.

Resting his chin on your shoulder and marking the dip between your neck and shoulder with red indents of his teeth, the sting of his canines, he slips his middle finger into your cunt. The ring, to stretch you out. Then the index, to see how much you can take.

Facing the open door, no one's on the couch while your big brothers got a hand between your thighs. The other sliding under your shirt, agonizingly slow up your chest in a way that sends shivers up your spine, translating into hunger for your brain.

You don't wear bras at home, but you enjoy wearing frilly, lacy ones. Little white bows on the center of your chest. Dolly and cute to the point it was sexy, but not overly so. In blue and pink pastels bordering white.

Megumi was always poked fun at for hanging out with you during lunch and breaks in middle school. Always badgered by his rag-tag group of friends. 

C’mon, Fushiguro. Hang out with us. Just for today at least. That pink haired one was always so whiny. Cute, maybe, but whiny. Or what about after school? You always go straight home. He got on your nerves. You hated him. 

Only sister fuckers hang out with them at school. The brunette was fairly pretty. Skinny legs, good tits. Glossy lips when she said her snide remarks. You always had this fear that Megumi would leave you for her. Irrational, did he mention? You shot her a glare, and hated her too.

You’d ask Megumi to follow you to the girls bathroom after lunch. Undoing the buttons of your blazer. The first, second, third one of your dress shirt—flashing starstruck eyes with a new bra. Arms pushing your breasts together, offering him a sweet smile. Lustful persuasion.

Then you would leave him for class and he'd have to jerk off to get rid of his boner. In a stall over the toilet, quick so no one hears him. Grinding his teeth together, biting down on his lip, chewing the side of his mouth to muffle the noise until it all hurt.

You’ve always liked to rile him up. To leave him high and dry, no hand holding on the way home, then give him all of you the second you step into the door without so much as a glance to see if anyone's in the house.

You like to tease him, even whenever Toji is near. 

Simulating the tent in his pants with your feet under the table while daddy is smoking with Shiu.

Staring at your brother from across with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

Waiting for his cool composure to break until he’s got only two options: Bend you over the table and fuck you right then and there, or play his little sister’s game, her rules. Puppy dog eyed, exhibitionist freak.

Your hips continuously grind up to meet his knuckles. Clutching his wrist, whispering as he curiously stops his attack on your neck, “More. Want more,” and you hold your breath.

You feel him smile on your skin. Without a word, he flips you onto the mattress, and knows exactly what you want, exactly what you need by the way you hook your legs over his back, locking your ankles together. Pulling him in closer. Effectively caging him in. The world can't have him. You've claimed your stake on him a long time ago.

And the words that leave your mouth feel nothing but natural. Your voice is airy, breathy. This insatiable desire tugs harshly at your heart.

Your lips purse together for a moment, just a single moment before the words seamlessly roll off your tongue. 

“I love you," like you were born to do.

[dolliedyhard]

I’ve changed many things about my Jeff over the months so it’s time 4 an update! A lot of this is copy & pasted from the old hc’s but ofc there r many new ones as well. I also made the og hc’s post private. Other than reposts u can’t access it. If i come up wit moar ideaz, I might make a part 2 or edit dis post.

To find moar information about mah Jeff, read my creepypasta AU under his section. I left some info out from here bc itz just repeating what waz said there. The doc will also expand on certain headcanons + give them moar context. So if ya interested in dat, read mah doc.

HERE HE IS! (๑>◡<๑) This is liek my “official” design 4 him. I rlly didn’t like the last ver OMGG.

♥︎Attributes♥︎

He loves keeping his hair long. He’ll never CONSIDER cutting it short. His hair is one of his favorite parts of himself.

He for certain wants his hair to be down to his waist one day

Hair type is 1c

Jeff’s hair is naturally brown. When the “incident” happened the fire made his hair temporarily black. (Ik that’s not how real logic works but cmon let me have fun >:c)

After a few months his hair went back to brown

Now he dyes his hair black bc he prefers it that way.

He smells like incense and ash

His veins are most visible in his forearms and hands

Still no voice claim :/ but if i find one I’ll update

He has dark circles under his eye from staying up for days at end

He got some sharp ass canine teeth. In my AU he got bit by a vampire. He didn’t get turned into one bc the transformation was stopped right after his vamp fang came in. #ISupportVampireJeffTheKiller!!!!1!!11!!!! X3

Warm to the touch. Doesn’t matter what season it is, his body manages to retain a significant amount of body heat.

His skin is literally ghost white. This due to bleach, lack of sunlight, and frequent blood loss.

♥︎Personality♥︎

When meeting him for the first time he comes off as an asshole.

He insults everyone and it’s hard to hell if he’s joking or not.

And if he’s really pissed he’ll get REAL creative with the insults.

Swears like a sailor

Jeff loves stroking his ego, it’s so obnoxious but he could care less.

Lowkey thinks he better than everyone

LAWD he’s handsome and he knows it

Doesn’t care about ur personal space

Will creep up on u to whisper shit in ur ear to scare you. And other stuff like that.

Gives people the nastiest stares of all time. And I dare u too say something to him about it, he’ll square TF UP.

Says some really offensive shit but he doesn’t care if you get upset because of it.

And he’ll say it loud and proud no matter how much of a dumbass he looks like saying it.

Jeff’s one of the most defiant proxies in the mansion

He listens to NO ONE and hates more than anything to be bossed around.

Though he partially listens to Slenderman, yk, bc he has to so he can live in the mansion. Masky too bc he’s Slenderman’s right hand man.

For Jeff it’s more about if you guys get along and have a good time together than having the same interests.

♥︎Interests♥︎

Wannabe lead guitarist

He’s not good enough to be the lead but his ego says otherwise.

He owns a sick ass guitar tho

Started out being emo in his early teens, now he’s more of a metal head.

(I don’t know much about nu-metal or any metal at ALL so I can’t rlly say who his favs are. SORRY IM AN EMO FUCK AT HEART OKAY???)

Listens to goth music occasionally too

Loves going to concerts no matter who’s performing

If you happen to bring up a band he’s seen live before he will 100% without fail say “I saw them live at _!” And will proceed to info dump about what went down.

Even worse if they were in their prime when he went.

Fashion wise he dresses alternative but it’s nothing fancy.

A band tee + hoodie or jacket, jeans, shoes (cons, or boots), for accessories belt and some spikes bracelets. That’s about it :v

Paints his nails black on special occasions

Likes to collect weird stuff

His biggest collection is of knifes

Some of them are ornamental and some he actually uses to kill

He gets the money to fuel his collection off the dead bodies of his victims

Also has a strange fascination with history

Specifically historical torture methods & atrocities

Sometimes he uses the same torture methods he learned about on his victims.

HUGE HORROR NERD

He collects dvds of slasher & horror movies

And of course you can’t forget about the vintage TV to play them on!

He’s not a fan of snuff films or gore videos

Killing🔪

To Jeff killing is something he does for 3 things. Survival, satisfaction, and emotional regulation.

Once he’s got you in his grasp you won’t make it out alive.

Jeff commits the worst murders when he’s having a IED or BPD episode.

He’s not a kidnapper type serial killer

He likes to get the job done by the end of the day at the longest

He loves the taste of blood and often licks it off his knife (ZOMG VAMP TENDENCIES!?!?!?!?!?!)

He thinks he can train himself to be able to taste the differences between blood types.

He just likes inflicting pain on complete strangers, it’s thrilling to him.

And it’s usually not a stab and go kill, when he first started out that’s how it was bc it was more for survival.

Now Jeff has the taste for blood. And he’s got some horrifyingly creative ways to extract it.

Nowadays you’ll be lucky if it’s a stab and go. His goal is to make sure u feel the agony, every. second. of. it.

He would never consider hurting someone close to him, that would severely fuck with him.

Since the murder of his family he has no one. So he cherishes the few people close to him a lot more than he used to.

He’s never had any regrets about any of the many murders he has committed.

The one and only time he’s ever felt bad about inflicting violence on someone is his older brother Liu.

xxx Vices xxx

Jeff is a regular smoker (hence why he smells like ash)

He’s able to blow different shapes out of smoke

Prefers cigarettes over anything else

Hates vapes tho, he think they make you look like a massive pussy.

He’ll flat out refuse to fw you if you whip out your fruity-tuti flavored e-stick when yall go on a smoke break.

Jeff’s not a big drinker

Drinking just ups his already high sex drive to the max and he acts like a complete idiot when he’s drunk. Then after all that his hangover is fucking hell.

At the most he’ll get a bit tipsy cause the boost in arousal makes sex tenfold better.

Jeff has done hard drugs b4, Ben was the one who introduced it 2 him.

Jeff started doing drugs at 15

Jeff & Ben did heroin and cocanie together

♥︎A/N: Btw in my au Jeff had a much shitter life than the og Jeffery Woods so all of this with context makes sense.

Jeff doesn’t s/h anymore but did it heavily in his teens before he went crazy.

His life was genuinely a miserable hellscape that was picking at his sanity and at every turn it only got worse.

His mother and father didn’t care about him at all. The only person that actually cared and loved Jeff was Liu. But Liu rarely showed any affection towards Jeff so it didn’t really matter how Liu felt about him.

No one knew what Jeff was doing to himself up until he ended up in the hospital with the gashes on his cheeks.

[maladaptivewriting]

since the tiktok ban, i've been seeing a lot of stuff where people blame americans for jegulus and i can't stop thinking about it. i don't know why people feel this way, but i am prepared to make an argument. so please allow me to make my case.

[also this is completely based on generalizations. i know americans that hate jegulus and love jily, and i know british people who hate jily and love jegulus]

so i've never been a jily girl. even years before i found jegulus, i never cared about that ship. i straight up didn't even know that people wrote fics about them specifically. (i actually still don't know if people do write fics about only them because i would never seek out something like that).

originally, i'd thought it was just because i only cared about the golden trio characters and occasionally sirius and remus, but the more i got into the marauders era, the more i realized that james and lily together were the standouts, i just really didn't care for them.

it got to the point where i only read fics that referenced jily if they were extremely background to the story (which they almost always were bc there is just not that much to say about them) or preferably if both of them were already dead and it was just remus, sirius, and harry who remained.

shortly after i really started getting into the fandom and writing for jegulus, i spoke to someone who hated jegulus and loved jily, and i told them that i'd always felt like james and lily were on the road to divorce before they died. this person was SCANDALIZED. they could not understand why'd said that.

now granted, this person was in their early twenties and in my experience, if you haven't lived long enough to see a lot of your friends go through divorces, then the idea that james and lily might divorce may seem crazy.

however, and this is where the american thing really comes in, i realized after this conversation why i felt that there was no way that james and lily were going to make it and that was specifically because of growing up a conservative christian bible belt ass place.

do you know how many couples i knew in high school who started dating their senior year even though they seemingly had nothing in common, had sex one time and didn't use protection because sex education is extremely limited down there, got pregnant, and had to have shotgun wedding?

so. fucking. many.

do you know how many of them are still married?

only one.

so when i see jily, two characters who have nothing in common beyond being gryffindors, get together, have a kid, and get married (not necessarily in that order) all within like two years, i know that the odds are not in their favor. those two aren't staying together. don't play with me.

now i don't know how people feel about young marriages in other parts of the world, especially in the uk, but i've spoken to a lot of americans, especially ones from the south, and so many of them have had the exact same experiences with their peers. i just can't help but wonder if that lends itself to less people being interested in jily.

i have other arguments to this, like that jily is not as entertaining as almost every other ship that james or lily could be involved in and americans being partial to entertainment above all else, or the american (and christian) obsession with the concept of redemption and self sacrifice making regulus a more compelling character than one that lived and died good (lily and james), but this was the one i wanted to focus on today.

[xxgoldie]

Congratulations for your 100 followers!

May I request for harumasa or lighter (zzz)? As for the alphabets, it's B, G, J, S, and X!

good afternoon, morning or night^^

-Miyi

i think i originally planned to do this one w harumasa but i feel bad locking these reqs up too long (don't even mention the non-event reqs i have, they will get done i swear) n i've not been able to play zzz much recently bc of christmas so i'm still building confidence on writing for that yellow twink (/aff)

main event page - event masterlist

B: Body - what's their favourite body part of yours? Lighter really loves your hands. Absolutely one to compare hand sizes - especially if yours are a lot smaller than his, but it's really just an excuse to feel your soft hands against his calloused ones and get a good look at them. In fact, he loves any excuse to stare at them, like if you paint your nails or wear rings a lot - if you text him that you got a drink or something, he'll ask to see because he knows the photo will include your hand holding it. He also loves holding hands, he has so many sappy thoughts about your fingers interlock with his like puzzle pieces. Likes if you trace his scars or draw little patterns onto his skin with your finger, just finds the dance of your fingertips against his skin really soothing and intimate.

G: Gifts - do they give a lot of gifts? how do they feel about receiving gifts from you? Every time he runs errands in the city, Lighter will pick you up random things he think you'd like, whether it's your favourite snacks or a silly-looking plushie. While he won't necessarily get you a bunch of thought-out gifts without occasion, there are always little treats and trinkets waiting for you - you're just in the back of his mind basically non-stop, and he drops them into his basket without thinking twice. Sometimes, if he ends up getting you a bunch of things at once, he'll give them to you over a few days, just so he can see the smile on your face when he gives them to you again. With recieving gifts from you, he's a bit awkward about it but he treasures everything you give him. Especially if it's something heartfelt or expensive, he doesn't really know what to say to thank you but he appreciates it immensely. And if you return his treatment of regular small gifts, he keeps them all in one place, a small box in his drawer that to most people would just look like a bunch of random items, but is essentially a shrine to you.

J: Jealousy - do they get jealous easily? what are they like when they're jealous? Already done, see it here xx

S: Show-off - do they like to show off to their s/o? Honestly, he's more of a show off before you're dating, when he's crushing. Will never admit it but he has a desperate need for you to think he's cool. Tries to be extra suave and intimidating (to others, not to you), and gets extra flashy in fights when he knows you're watching. Once you're dating, though, his showing off basically becomes a way to tease you. You like his arms? The jacket's off and he's randomly flexing his muscles to watch you stare. Find his voice hot? He's playing it up and talking into your ear so you hang off his every word. Anything you find attractive, whether you tell him or he notices himself, he's showing it off - partially because it adds a bit of pride in that trait, but mainly because he loves to see your reactions to it.

X: X-Ray - how easily can they read their partner? how easy are they to read? Already done, see it here xx

[sapphicstrawcore]

❥ MY FAV SEVIKA BOTS ON JANITOR: A LIST. PT1

disclaimer: English’s not my first language, so pls be nice ᰔ

For all my soft girls who don’t like when things are getting dirty quickly, are looking for slow burn, really good bots, good memory, not too much smut except if you want it that way: here’s my fav on JAI since it’s where I go (and it’s so worth it, Cai and Chai are nothing compared to Jai in my opinion)

I also made this selection with bots that have the potentiel for a long story, not only in the capacity for a one shot, but that you can use and don’t get bored with too much.

These are my own, personal fav, so it may not be to your likes, and it’s perfectly fine.

Don’t forget to touch grass and enjoy!

Sevika | Highschool Sweethearts

by @/bigmac48

“You and Sevika are dating in secret to avoid ruining each other’s reputation. This is set in the early 2000’s to 2010. She’s 19 in this.

-She failed her junior year and got held back with Silco and Vander. But now she doesn’t regret it, having met you in her calculas class and growing a close relationship with you.

-Delinquent!char x Goody two-shoes / Student councilor!user”

Personal note: Sevika is an ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART in this omg. It’s not accurate to her character in Arcane, it’s just really sweet and fun and so nostalgic. You can do a lot with this bot, I personally made a lot of chats with it with different turns of story even after graduating, and it’s so much fun. Any pov !

Manager!Sevika x Popstar!user

by @/Theshitthatwitchesuse

Modern AU Sevika

“If you had asked Sevika what kind of music she listened to, she would probably tell you to get the fuck away from her. If someone she actually knew however asked her what kind of music she listened to, she probably wouldn’t say Pop Music as her first answer. Or her second… maybe not even her third or fourth. So that left one wondering, why, oh why, would Sevika be the manager of Jess, an up-and-coming pop starlet who took the industry by storm after a viral video, and then another, and then another until their stage name was talked about so often and by so many people that fewer people knew their actual name than their pop-sona one?

Well, Sevika may not have been a fan of pop music, but she is a fan of money, and she has a better nose for sniffing out what sells better than anyone in the industry. And when she met you three years ago and first heard Jess’s music and saw that sweet face, she knew they would sell like hotcakes. Sevika was there as a constant presence in Jess’s life, reading over every contract, every record deal, telling Jess what was trending so that they could stay relevant, and even advising Jess against dating certain people that would “tarnish their image”, though that may or may not have been partially because of the burning feeling that settled in Sevika’s stomach whenever she saw Jess with someone, but Sevika dismissed that as probably being some unchecked ulcer acting up… yeah… definitely not jealousy or anything.”

Personal note: oh my god ?????? Accurate, perfectly made to me. Maybe a bit repetitive in its answers ! Bc she really is in love with you more than she wants to admit it… like down bad for you. and it’s really cute and funny. I giggled a few times ngl. It has so much potential, def my top 3 best bot on Jai. Any pov !

Backstage | Sevika

by @/lilithsgraveyard

Kinda Modern AU (I love modern au mb)

“Zaun concerts were few and far between, even more for Zaunite bands themselves. Crime-filled alleys and poor budget prevented the residents to less of anything than the basics for survival. So, when a new band took rise, the Shimmer Sisters, Zaunite's flooded in like wildfire. The Last Drop, already usually packed, accumulated lines going out the door whenever the band took the stage.

Sevika was a fan favorite, always was. Fans swooned over the lead singer's crowd work and large tattoos, how her piercings glinted in the bar's light and her imposing figure. She drank it in like fine liquor, and played the part of a player to the amusement of the rest of the band. None of them really complained, it brought money in after all.

However, Sevika's favorite part of the show was always what happened after.”

Same vibe… ⇘⇘

Sevika | Bassist

by @/bigmac48 (again, heh)

“Jinx had crazy ideas, sure, but the whole band thing was… Probably the best one she had, not that Sevika would admit that of course.

It was just one random day in their apartment when Jinx walked in on Sevika playing her bass, and that set her on a wild course of ideas. One of them being to start a band since her sister Vi played the drums and she played guitar. Sevika didn’t like Vi at all, but she was a good drummer. Caitlyn too, she was the group’s manager after a bit, but she didn’t like her either.

The three had started renting a garage to play, then simple bars, which turned into stages, and suddenly they were some big shot band named AMPLIFIED. Oh, and she couldn’t forget the cute little thing named {{user}} that joined their band along the way.

They were good at what they did, at least she thought so. And they were definitely a good addition to the band, good eye candy for Sevika. She liked talking to them, playing with them, even teasing them. She loved teasing them.”

Any pov !

DelinquentTeen!Sevika CopsDaughter!user

by @/Aceillyss

“She’d been caught stealing, again. This time it was a double whammy, however. The liquor store owners claimed they were ‘closed’, so naturally, she was also charged with breaking and entering as well.

She bounced her leg, fidgeting with the cuffs around her wrists as the cops at the front desk gave her a knowing glare.

Just then, the front doors opened, and in walked a girl, no older than her.”

Personal note: oh she is SO DAMN CUTE, young sweetheart we love that sm. It’s silly, it’s cute, it’s not that innocent but still a bit, it’s okay ! She’s a really confident delinquent teen, let’s say.

Your part-time nanny

by @/Beezbooz

“Sevika had been tasked to taking care of you during occasions when silco wasn’t in office. Which meant a lot of the time, sure she didn’t like kids. They were loud, snobby and touchy. Kids always required extra attention, something sevika didn’t know how to get across.

Sevika stood by, watching Silco gather his henchmen and leave to deliver a message to some snobs who were in debt to him. Turning to you she let out a long held sigh, extending her hand ”come on” she nudged you. The cape on her back covering most of her mechanical right arm.

”I don’t wanna tell you twice now” she kept her eyes on you, an annoyed hint to her tone. Not really wanting to deal with another tantrum. ”Hey” Sevika yanked the book out of your hand to catch your attention.”

Personal note: this one is PURE FLUFF. Don’t be a criminal. User is on the spectrum, around 10 or less (rip Isha, you would have loved Amongus and Brawl Stars.)

Sevika || LOSER

by @/kkami_

University AU. Alternate Universe.

“Sevika. otherwise known as "the-shady-loner-lady-from-floor-3". all in one sentence, yes.

struggling (not even trying) through her philosophy minor— she tries to stick to her usual solitary routine during meal period.

however, her peace is disrupted when you, an outspoken and confident philosophy major, catch up to her in the hall.

despite her attempts to brush you off, you tease her about the verbal spat you both had earlier in class—only to surprise her (or piss her off) by genuinely complimenting her argument.”

Personal note: lonnnnnng intro and it’s so cool tbh I need more writers with long ass intros. Hear me out, this one is HILARIOUS if you want it to be. Like, really. I love my woman a miserable loser, I love em that way. Loser sevika is my religion. MY BABY HAS GLASSES ???? *CRYING IN LESBIAN*

Sevika | Mechanic

by @/bigmac48 (heheh..)

“You are a regular at Sevika’s shop, miraculously breaking your car in ways she can’t understand. Why do you do it? Still a mystery to her.

This is your second time this week at her shop and she’s already fed up. Maybe tell her what you want?

-She won’t actually call you a dumbass. Maybe.”

Personal note: take a look, it’s genuinely funny. Sweet and stupid. Ridiculous even

[deadpoets-department]

Inheritance Games Headcanons

(These are all based on the first book and the first book only. I will revise/add to them as I read each book)

• Avery loves the musical Mamma Mia and has made all of the Hawthorne brothers watch it with her (Grayson actually arranged for a live performance of it to be done in the Hawthorne House theatre) • After this occurrence, Avery eventually discovers a love for musical theatre herself and will sometimes go on the stage and just sing bc she can • Grayson is allergic to cats • Libby learned about Xander's love for sweet treats and now bakes him things all of the time • Xander actually finds a love for baking himself, but he treats it more as an experiment that only works half of the time • Nash and Alisa were high school sweethearts (partially just due to their family's close proximity) who broke up bc Alisa has a serious goal to work toward and Nash just... didn't. He didn't want to be chained to the Hawthorne House forever. • While Emily was busy spending time with Jameson and Grayson, Xander and Rebecca always hung out together. They were excluded by the others for being the "babies". • Rebecca never came out to her parents • Grayson is obviously very smart and knows a lot of things. There's no way he wasn't a yapper as a child. He always wanted to share everything he knew bc he thought it was cool. His brothers bullied him for it and called him an annoying know-it-all so he eventually stopped. • Nash, as he got older, probably felt bad for it, and tried to make up for it by asking Grayson about his interests but he was never able to get Grayson to be the way he once was again • At least one of them knows Taekwondo. Idc which one, but one of them does. Probably Grayson and/or Xander • For a long time, Jameson and Grayson would pick the same activities to do on their birthdays. Mostly to compete with each other. Xander did, too, until he realized that whatever bond Jameson and Grayson had, he would never have it with them. • Grayson used to help Xander with his Rube Goldberg machines • Libby has a secret love of fuzzy socks. Avery hates fuzzy socks. • When Avery gets stressed out, she likes to color. • Avery's mom always cut her hair for her, which once resulted in a bowl cut • Because of the games her mom would make up, it took Avery a long time to realize they were just poor. • Avery never really gets used to the idea that she just... has money

If you know information that goes against these hcs, please don't spoil it! I will revise them as I read!

[electricbathsalt]

Things I want to talk about/touch upon/see people mention more but cannot compile individual coherent posts about:

1. The fact Pops’ daughter apparently had a “falling out” with Pops (over her marriage??) that caused her to completely abandon the yakuza and maybe also cut contact with Pops (the dude is suspicious guys)

2. The fact that in the Overhaul-LOV initial meeting, Chisaki had to have intentionally chosen not to kill Mr. Compress.

3. The idea that many of Chisaki’s thought processes at least partially stem from his time in AFO’s facility. And of course, Pops.

4. How much Chisaki seems to lack a proper reaction to any sort of pain (He was beat to a pulp by Mirio & Midoriya, exploded himself, & got his arms cut off and I’ve never heard him so much as yelp) while still complaining about how overhauling himself hurts?? Yet he doesn’t show it.

5. (Highway scene) How Chisaki only screamed once the realization he wouldn’t be able to ever wake up Pops sunk in (isn’t confirmed but. I’m convinced).

6. The fact that there’s absolutely no way Chisaki wasn’t negatively impacted by being raised in the Yakuza. It’s simply inherent.

7. The blatant disregard Pops had to have had for both Chisaki and Eri’s well-beings to have designated Chisaki as her caretaker.

8. The endless amounts of potential for Chisaki & Dabi/Touya dynamics post-war, platonic or otherwise. (Multiple fics with this premise in my WIPs, lol)

9. The fact Chisaki seems practically incapable of holding a grudge. Like, think about it; is there a character you can say Chisaki genuinely, wholeheartedly hates and wishes the worst upon. You know what��what IS his opinion on Shigaraki/the LOV these days??

10. Realizing that in the initial Overhaul-LOV meeting, Chisaki literally just tone-matched them. Look:

Mr Compress says all that, and then Chisaki later explains:

Which, once you break down what Mr Compress said/how he said it, and what Chisaki said/how he said it… blunt statement of facts. Mr Compress told Toga how faded out the Yakuza have become with no sugarcoating, and Chisaki took that and said. “Well. Yeah.” But then when Chisaki did the same thing (blunt but true & valid criticisms of the LOV/Shigaraki’s leading skills (bc let’s be real, he was an ass leader at the time in terms of actual planning and execution)), the LOV got pissed. He pointed out all the relevant flaws and mistakes in Shigaraki’s leadership and then said it’d be better if he was the leader because he actually has a plan, and they got pissed at the mere prospect of serving under somebody else. Do you realize how much the story would’ve been altered if the LOV didn’t decide to just start attacking Chisaki here?? 💀 Sorry I’m exceptionally passionate about this bc the fandom gaslit me for a while into believing Chisaki was the one starting shit here 😔 but then I read it (a long time after I'd watched it in the anime) and was like. "what. he didn't initiate literally any of this shit. and everything he's saying is true??"

There’s probably more I could add to this but it’s getting long enough lol.

[oh-no-its-bird]

your uchiha houhua au is living in my brain rent free....im sleep deprived today bc i was reading/thinking about it late last night lol, its so good!!

after the massacre he would essentially be sasuke's guardian, right? maybe not officially but still, he'd be in charge of sasuke as the only older family around? idk if he'd be a GOOD guardian but i can see his paranoid ass just always handing sasuke more weapons and money, just in case

i need to know more about sasuke finding out about houhua and itachi's thing for each other!! and does sasuke still end up going to orochimaru in this au?

YEAHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT !!! Uchiha Houhua remains one of The Favorites(tm) I really need to finish writing chapter 1, I'm like. So so close. So close.

I also need to update my tumblr vault fic with all the more recent Houhua au posts, since theres been a good amount of new content, but I'm putting it off till I'm done writing chapter 1 for the actual fic

No but I'm honored it could take up space in ur brain !!

YES! After the massacre, Houhua basically becomes Sasuke's officially unofficial guardian. There's no real paperwork for it done, but like, they really only have eachother

Sasuke flocks to him as the only other Uchiha, and Houhua takes him in both out of pity + not wanting him to be alone, and also partially because he knows Sasuke is a main character and his survival heavily depends on sticking close to main characters in the hopes that it'll help bump his character importance points

Houhua and Sasuke are stupidly rich now just because all of the Uchiha belongings and funds are theirs now.

There's a bit of trickiness bc technically, most of it should go specifically to Sasuke (as he's now default clan heir, though that isn't exactly worth much now) but Houhua is older than him

Houhua will probably end up splitting things between them, and Sasuke will trust him enough to do it (+ be too young to really realize that's something as important as it really is)

I think in canon, and lot of Uchiha shit got stolen or went ""missing"" in their death, mostly bc Sasuke... wouldn't know what to watch out for / prevent people from trying to take. But with Houhua here, it's going to be way hard for anyone to do any sort of grave robbing

Houhua is absoloutley gonna be taking inventory and his past life's experience means he knows to be on guard for people looting the compound when he's not looking !! There might even be some fun drama w that in the future ,,,

Houhua is stuffing weapons and money into Sasuke's pockets, very much fussing over him every chance he gets.

(Because Sasuke is his meal ticket!! He insists to himself, going out of his way to demolish anyone who looks at Sasuke even a little bit funny)

I honestly think Houhua would make for a good guardian for Sasuke overall, tho he'd for sure have his faults. The key word here is 'guardian', not anything like a father— Sasuke is gonna end up seeing Houhua as his (new, better, real) big brother over shitty Itachi over there

Houhua, as Shang Qinghua, lived to be very old (for a human, not for a cultivator) and had a hand in raising and training many disciples.

I like to reference Pride Is Not The Word I'm Looking For (aka the single best Shang Qinghua fic of all time) for my characterization for him, so he's like. Genuinley a good teacher and uncle, when he tries to be. He is just also burdened with crippling self doubt and likes to insist that every nice thing he does is canceled out by his own selfish reasoning behind doing those nice things

In Naruto world especially, filled with shitty murderous parents and a government that churns out murder babies, I think Houhua will be winning awards in his own parenting skills

Then there's also the fact that Houhua did know and interact with Sasuke before the massacre, just not too often. He was Itachi's weird cry baby friend, he'd hang out with him sometime

They just were never really close, and never really got to interact 1 on 1 for long— till, ofc, the massacre happens, and now Sasuke is latching on to Houhua and hyperventalating if anyone so much as looks like they're going to try and separate them

Houhua's existence as a whole allows Sasuke to be a lot more vulnerable, both because he is not "the last Uchiha" and also because Houhua will no doubt try to piggy back off of his revenge quest or even try to steal it entirely (to try and become a more important character, he insists to himself)

So Sasuke is just. Nowhere near as alone as before. And Houhua's own relationship with Itachi helps Sasuke believe Houhua might get it... more than other people, at least.

Ofc, there's also conflict in Sasuke maybe not thinking Houhua gets it "enough", or like Sasuke himself does, because Sasuke was, ofc, Itachi's little brother.

^ I think that would inevitably come in to play later, when Sasuke realizes Itachi and Houhua might have feelings for eachother. Sasuke would be so fucking hurt and feel so fucking betrayed, believing that maybe Houhua never "got it" to begin with

Things get even more complicated depending on when Sasuke learns this tho, because eventually Houhua is going to share his suspicions about the massacre being not as simple as it looked. So Sasuke's own feelings on Itachi are gonna go on a roller coaster of their own, trying to figure out if he himself can or should forgive his brother or no

Its all just a mess tbh, I love to see it

I HONESTLY DUNNO IF SASUKE WILL GO WITH OROCHIMARU OR NOT !! On one hand, mmmayybe ,,,, if he does, Houhua will go with him, full stop.

But there's also a chance that Houhua might try to take his place too! And he and Orochimaru are inevitably going to interact eventually, bc I have plans ,,,

(I mentioned it in another post, but if Houhua ever shares about the system and his past life with literally anyone, I would choose Orochimaru to find out. I think I could get the most milage out of him, and Orochimaru would absoloutley try to hack into the system for immortality and power or some shit)

I think whatever route I go with w Orochimaru will just depend on what I'm feeling when I get to that point in writing the fic. We will have to see where the story naturally leads me, you know? All of the options are so good, so it's hard to choose

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASK !!! I love Houhua au so much, I think its so much fun. Ur ask actually reminded me I really have to keep writing chapter 1, so this has kind of spurred me on to go do that

Hopefully I finish and post it soon!

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Y'all did know? - Daryl x fem reader

Anon: i absolutely fucking love your fics, i read so many fanfics i don’t always remember authors but i for sure remember and recognize you and your work partially bc i reread it often❤️ after reading your last daryl fic at 4 am bc i couldn’t sleep i had an idea for a fic for him. what if it was slightly the opposite thing, like daryl and reader got together early on, maybe the knew each other before hand like reader was a bartender at merle’s favorite bar bc we all know daryl takes time to warm up to be ppl, and the cdc happens, while drinking they make their confession and get together officially, but readers like daryl with the fact they’re kinda shy and take a while to warm up to ppl so they don’t do pda and stuff publicly, not really intending to hide it but also not wanting the attention, and maybe they assume their ppl from their group know (this is where the set up for that last fic got me bc i can see this being a long timeline)......

original ask: Ask

a/n: hey anon!! i decided to copy some of what you wrote here but it was a massive request and I absolutely enjoyed reading it and writing it!!! thank you for the kind words!! you guys are why i love writing and helping make your stories become reality! hope you all enjoy reading it! word count: 3107

taglist: @rosecentury

Before World Ended:

You met the Dixon brothers a few years before the world ended. You were a bartender at a small driver's roadside bar off Atlanta I-85. You started working there after you graduated from college, hoping to make some money to put away to get out of Atlanta. 

Merle was always a loud drunk and a loud customer throughout the day. Daryl, however, was a kinder soul, apologizing for his brother before seating himself directly in the center of the bar area. The two of you chatted through your shift, mostly about who comes in, how his day was, and what the weather for the week would be like. It was small talk, but with the other rednecks checking you out, you felt comforted by him. Daryl never made any plans to put any moves on you in the three years he knew you, but when the world ended, and you almost got killed, he knew he had to.

"I like ya," he said aloud. You looked over at him. He was gazing up at the sky, a beer between his knees. You just sat there watching the man. 

“What the hell does that mean?” you asked, slightly annoyed. You not only had almost died by an undead customer, but also it was an undead customer. The idea that people could die and come back to life as something unlike themselves was utterly unbelievable. You watched blow you as that undead walked around without noticing you and Daryl on the bar's roof. Merle was blocking the rest of the bar to keep everyone out. All three of you knew you would have to leave soon, but it didn't matter; the summer breeze was still blowing, and the beer was still cold for now. 

“It means…ya almost died and the shit of the world, so… I like ya.”

“You are a master with your words,” you told him sarcastically. You've known Daryl for years now; the two of you spoke the same language with people. You were always shy, and Daryl just took a while to open up to people. You both were a lot alike, and that's what kept you together and attracted you to one another. “I like you too.”

GEORGIA:

The two of you never addressed your relationship with each other, not that anyone really needed to know. Nor did the two of you showcase it. Since both of you were shy and had a bit of a more rigid exterior about letting people in, you just figured when you were alone with each other was the time to be closer, but out in the world hand, holding, loving looks, and conversation were the way to go about it. 

Merle knew, of course; he figured it out quickly. He was the only one learning about the two of you and not caring. Daryl acted the same as he had, except he didn't dare flirt with you. Daryl had given him one look on the road when you walked ahead, and he was staring at your ass that he never tried again. Merle may be mean to Daryl, but he never would cross-touch what were his brothers. Everyone thought it was a word.

“He doesn't flirt with you, does he?” Andrea asked you a few months into living together. You shook her your head. “Weird, he never stopped with me.”

“Maybe you're just his type, Andrea.”

“And you're not? Anything with tits and an ass and Merles all over it,” she said to you, not noticing the slight touch of hands with Daryl as he walked by and the smile you gave. She kept running on about Merle's annoyance, not noticing anything else around her. 

FARM:

“You crazy bitch” you yelled towards Andrea. She had run over far behind your form and Ricks. The two of you dashed towards the fallen man without a second thought in your mind. You ran towards your man, who was lying in the grass, groaning in pain. Daryl was barely speaking in Rick's arms as they carried him off. 

“Don't worry, your man will be fine,” Shane said, keeping you from absolutely bashing Andreas' face in. She took one look at your anger and held her hands up, walking backward towards Dale. “Don't bite her head off for this.”

“Whatever,” you said, shoving him off and walking up towards the house, where Daryl was now being brought inside. You didn't even consider Shanes's words that day, “your man.” it never crossed your mind that he was teasing you. Shane was a dick; everyone knew it more recently. You could see Shane's vacant eyes glancing at everyone in a way that made your skin crawl. You thought the only reason he was acting like that towards you was this asshole was flirting. He knew you were taken, right? You were mistaken. 

ROAD AGAIN:

You handed over a can of soda to Daryl. You had only found two in the house you searched.  Surprisingly, the can was left in a cabinet, meaning you could drink it if you wanted to. Daryl and Rick approached you once they entered the house. They both came to help you in the bigger house. You placed the soda in Daryl's hand.

“It's not beer, but I know you'll enjoy it anyway,” you said to him before heading up the stairs. 

“She's sweet on you,” Rick said with a smile, teasing the man beside him about you as you skipped the last few steps. 

“I know,” Daryl said as he went to look for other things inside the house. Rick looked back and forth between the stars and where Daryl had gone off, too. He laughed slightly.

“Those idiots,” Rick said, thinking they both had no clue about the other's feelings when everyone else was oblivious to their known feelings. 

PRISON:

You stood on the watchtower, scouting the land ahead. Daryl and a few others had gone on another trip to look for supplies. You had your rifle on the railing as you watched, and then you set up their gear and trucks. Maggie slid in next to you. She watched you watch Daryl move around in the ground, setting up his motorcycle. He looked good down there; the way his body moved, his mussels, and even the way his hair was falling was driving you wild. Maggie caught a glimpse of you checking him out.

“You're so obvious,” she told you. You laughed slightly.

“Sorry,” you apologized; you knew you were obsessed with watching him, but how could you not? You’ve known Daryl for so many years now it was impossible not to watch or admire the man before you. You loved him, and he knew that. Daryl was also quite aware of your joys of watching him, sometimes he would put on more of a show of stretching or giving you those lustful eyes you knew would mean the two of you wouldn't get any sleep that night. It was his favorite thing to do to get you worked up throughout the day. 

PRISON:

Daryl knew he was forgetting something before he even shut the truck's door. He heard her voice before she even reached the hill in the Prison. 

“Wait.” Daryl glanced out the window of the truck, putting his arm out and waving. He knew she was smiling from that before her face popped up in his vision. “You forgot your water bottle!” Smiling up at him was you, his girl—Rick snickers from the seat beside Daryl. 

“Thanks,” He said, grabbing the water bottle from your hand, “saving my ass.”

“Always am,” you responded, giving him a wink. Have a safe trip out.” As you said it, you turned with a wave and walked back up the hill. Swaying our hips bit as you did, you gave Daryl a show that you knew would make him come back to you tonight with a mission. 

Daryl and Rick headed off on their scout to a new town they had spotted on the map, a few miles away from the other town they had picked clean. As the two looked around the houses, Daryl went through many jewelry cases for anything that might seem like something you would wear. Rick came in on him, picking through when he had found the perfect thing.

“She would love this,” Daryl said. Rick came up next to him, observing the (silver/gold) necklace with a bird on the end of the chain swinging in the air. 

“Do you think about anything but her?” Rick asked, laughing as he exited the room to look in the one next to it. Daryl chuckled and shook his head. No, you were always on his mind. 

Little did he know, Rick assumed Daryl had a massive crush on you, not that he had any suspicions you two were already together.

When they returned and Daryl was back sitting next to you on that mattress on the floor, he pulled out the necklace. 

“I found it,” he told you, handing it over to you so you could see it. “I know how much ya miss these types of things.”

“Haha, did you know I missed jewelry?” You asked him, shocked he somehow knew how much you missed having something to wear around your neck. He nodded his head.

“I knew, ya mentioned it a while ago. Been looking for something for ya”

“Daryl,” you said with admiration. He put it around your neck; the man who you had met in a bar all those years ago was now putting a necklace on your neck in a run-down prison at the end of the world. 

AFTER PRISON FALL:

“Daryl?” You said, besides Carol, who had just completed her job of destroying a massive facility of cannibal people. You had been with her, the girls, and Tyreese since the fall and had been so scared that Daryl didn't make it out of the prison. You had run out of the hut and left Tyrese once you heard the explosion. You had found Carol and walked over to the others and saw him. 

Daryl didn't hesitate to run straight for you. You hugged me so tight you felt the air in your lungs stop for a moment, but you didn't care.

“I miss ta. I thought ya died,” Daryl said as he clung to your body. He had gone through hell to fight and find you, and here you were, not a scratch on you and in his arms again. That necklace still hung around your neck, a form of commitment to the both of you about who you were with.

“I'm alive. I'm alive,” you said as you held the man in your arms. The others stood and watched your reunion, no one thinking anything- “Wow, they must care for each other a lot.”

Once he broke off the hug, it was like looking into the eyes of the world again. You could see color, purpose, and meaning. He was everything to you.

 

AFTER TERMINUS:

After the terminus, Daryl stuck to your side. The two of you walked together, ate together, slept near each other, and went on runs together. When Carol and Daryl went to Atlanta, so did you. 

“How long have you two been together?” she asked as you walked through another building in Atlanta. Daryl casually answered as he passed an office door with a walker trying to get out.

“Since Atlanta fell,” he answered. Carol stopped, turning back to the two of you.

“You've been together for more than three years?” She asked the two of you. “How did no one pick up on it?”

“Wait, what?” you asked, shocked, “How does no one know Daryl and me are together?”

“You two have never been very…affectionate,” she told the two of you. Darly glanced your way. The two of you laughed a little at that.

“Yea, that makes sense,” Daryl said. This was the moment the two of you started looking towards the others for any answers if they knew you were together. For the last few months on the road, getting to Alexandria yielded you the response that no one knew a thing. It caused a bit of agitation for the two of you about how maybe your attitudes about being affectionate were causing more harm than good. 

ALEXANDRIA:

Once you all had gotten settled in and jobs were assigned, you all started to try and live a normal life again.Since moving into the two houses, you shared a space with Miccone, Rick, Carol, Daryl, and the kids. You and Darly took a room downstairs along with Carol down the hall, and the rest were split in the rooms upstairs. No one questioned you staying with Daryl or even looked at the fact that there was only one king bed in that room with the two of you. 

While Darly was assigned to go on runs to look for people, you were assigned daycare and teacher duty at the house designated for the school. It kept you busy while Darly was away, and on the days you had off or no one showed, you hung around with Crol or took watch. Many days, you walked around the complex, taking in the signs and the ability to walk in peace. That was until one day.

“Hey, you're one of the women from the new group, right?” a man asked as you walked back to your shared house. You could see Daryl on the porch talking with Carol, but he had not seen you yet. 

“Uh yeah,” you said, continuing to walk back; the man pulled your arm to face him.

“You know it's rude to keep walking when someone is talking to you. Or did you forget that after living in the wild for so long?”

“I didn't forget anything; I just don't want to talk to you,” you told the man, shaking your arm out of his grasp and walking faster towards the house. Finally, you made eye contact with Daryl. The way his face looked, you knew it was because he had heard. The man didn't stop trying. 

“Hey, don't walk away from me,” he said, running back up to you, grabbing your arm so hard and pulling and making you stumble back. “What if I'm not good enough for you? Can’t a man ask a girl for some action or what?” he said, pulling you closer to him. 

“Stop it,” you yelled back, but you didn't have to fight hard. Daryl was a flash before being by your side, and the man's face was flush against his fist.

“Touch me woman again, and that's the least I'll do to ya,” he said. The man froze as he looked up at you from the ground. That was the day you realized the longer people didn't know either of you was together, the more people would try and come up to you, assuming you were not. 

Daryl went to bed that night, angry. You knew it wasn't towards you, but the coldness in the room made you feel like the world was ending if you and him couldn't be more open. 

ALEXANDRIA:

‘What if you two just got married?” Carol asked as she was cooking in the kitchen. You paused your reading from the chair in the living room to look into the kitchen at Carol. 

“What?’ You asked, shocked by her expression. She turned away from what she was cooking on the stove to talk to you. 

“Well, since the people in Alexandria won't take the hint you've taken, and Daryl's upset, and also the issue of our own family not knowing…maybe you should just go out, find some rings, and get married.”

“I…hadn't thought of that,” you told her. “You think Daryl would be okay with that?”

“I think Daryl is more on board with that idea than you think, y/n,” Carol told you. She knew about the distance that had been caused by the repetitive men hitting on you. The guy whose nose was broken never once tried to come up to you and denied anything happening with you when others asked. No one knew what Darly had said that day apart from those there. The decision was made, at least on your part. You stomped your way over to Aaron's house. When he answered the door, you stomped in. 

“Need Daryl,” was all you said before heading to the back of his house to the garage. There, Daryl's bike sat as he tinkered with it. You slammed the door open, causing Daryl's head to look towards the door. A shutter went through the house.

“The hell, woman..” Darly almost got out. 

“Marry me,” you said when he was almost done speaking. Daryl's mouth closed, looking at you. “Do you need me to repeat myself? Daryl Dixion, marry me.”

“Ya no, I heard ya y/n,” he said, standing up, “why?’

“Why? Because I love you, and no one can even tell I do or that we have been together for more than four years,” you told him, frustrated by the string of events of the past year. 

“You want to marry me?” Daryl asked, taking your face in his grease-covered hands.

“Yes,” you told him, smiling.

EVERYONE'S REACTIONS:

Rick was holding a dinner for the family that night. Carol completed a large spread, and everyone showed up. You and Daryl were late. When you showed up, the two of you were holding hands. Michone was the first to welcome the new development.

“You guys waited long enough,” she joked, causing other heads to turn. Daryl looked down at his feet, and you just let out a sigh.

“We didn't, though,” you told them. Everyone looked twords you two in confusion. 

“Didn't what?” Michone asked, clearly confused by what was happening. 

“We've been together for four years,” Darly said, “And we just got married to prove it.” He lifted his hand to show the gold band on his finger, and yours lifted as well, showing the (silver/gold) band with a few small diamonds on it. The two of you had found a jewelry store and had fun picking out your ring, while Darly wanted something simple. 

“Holy shit,” Abraham said. 

“Wait, what? '' Carl shouted, clearly confused about how his uncle had been together with you for so long, and he didn't know.

“Congratulations,” Carol answered. Everyone else was shocked. “Oh, I've known about them for a while.”

“Tonight's dinner story is how the two of you got together,” Rick said as he motioned for the others to sit, “And no one is leaving out any details.”

[goldensunset]

who wants to read my entire keykid oc dalia lore dump (it's long but it's interesting i swear)

long story short: this is basically an au where the khux player is already aware of the entire plot of the story in advance, but isn't trying to fight fate- she's trying her best to silently bear it all and shape the world into its intended future. with a few changes because she can't help but be human

backstory: i got into khux late- i just watched the entire cutscene compilation in like two sittings in late 2021, around when i was getting into kh itself. i had started to follow a lot of kh people earlier that year bc they were also twewy fans (i got into twewy in early 2021 right ahead of the twewy renaissance), and they started infecting me with their brainworms. i especially knew a lot about the khux ending (late may/early june 2021 if i remember correctly?) because oh man you guys were LOUD. it was a nuclear bomb meltdown. eventually my curiously was piqued. this is all to say that i had already gotten like partially spoiled on a lot of things, and there was no hiatus for me when watching that massive 5 and a half hour movie. and of course i didn't play the real game myself. meaning, in short, my experience of khux was incredibly different than that of people who actually played the game when it was alive over a series of years.

a couple years later i decided i wanted to create my own keykid oc, bc everyone else had one and i wanted to get in on the hype and be cool etc. but like. it hit different. i was creating a keykid who would never see the light of day in the game bc it was defunct aside from the character creator and the cutscene library. i was making her with the knowledge of her fate, unlike everyone else who was blindsided by their precious children dying (unless you like. called it) she was born after she had already been killed. doomed from the start. and she would never even be able to make friends with others. so i was like screw it what if that was part of her original character lore? what if i incorporated my personal experiences into the meta?

basically my idea with dalia is that she already knows the future she's walking into, and she has from the start. does she have her own innate magical clairvoyance? did she sneak a peek at the book of prophecies? is the future she sees set in stone or does she make it happen? idk i haven't quite worked all that out. but like this is a version of the player who already knows the entire plot of khx/khux, but is either powerless or unwilling to stop it. it's like she already watched it, like a movie. dalia just quietly accepts her fate and carries out the actions she knows she's meant to do because she doesn't believe she has the power to create a better future for herself and others.

as a result of this burdensome knowledge, she's very quiet and reserved. she doesn't want to risk accidentally letting anyone else know what she knows, nor does she want to give off the impression that she's obviously keeping a secret. so she's sort of a stone wall. she finds it hard to let herself get emotionally attached to others, since she knows the world is ending and she herself is gonna die and never see these people again. why go through the effort of trying to be her own person and live her own life? she's just a tool, a sacrifice, who's doomed. (note: i have it in my lore that she is already aware that she is going to reincarnate, but knows absolutely nothing about her next life. other than the assumption that she probably won't see anyone she meets in this one ever again.)

the day she meets ephemer her heart nearly stops because oh man, it's him. this is the start of everything, for one thing, but like... for her relationship with him specifically, she knows they are gonna change each others' lives and that their parting is going to seriously hurt. ephemer immediately clocks that there's something unusual about her and that she knows more than she lets on. she does a bit more talking than she normally would because she already respects him- it comes out as cryptic as you would imagine, but she never mentions anything that would concretely imply that she knows the future he's curious about. he tries to ask what's up with her because he's naturally curious, but she manages to convince him to please trust her intentions and not to pry. ephemer can tell she seems more pained and anxious than suspicious, so he trusts her while also feeling deeply sorry for whatever she's going through. she helps him along on his little conspiracy theory mission as usual- though she can't give him the information he seeks in advance, she has a fun time with him just like in canon.

this version of the player already knows that ephemer can't keep his promise and won't get upset about it, but she still goes to the fountain, for a number of reasons. she feels like it's an act of loyalty to him, even if it only matters to her (aka to no one). and she knows she has to play her role how it's written because of how it affects others. namely, strelitzia. see, dalia knows strelitzia exists (and is stalking her). but she's actively trying to avoid streli, though she would LOVE to go be friends. but she knows she shouldn't mess with fate, or let herself get attached to anyone... it's incredibly painful to her, knowing that her presence at fountain square and continued mini-rebellions are what inspire strelitzia and lead her to want to chase her down, leading the would-be union leader to her own doom... but it's necessary to make the future what it ought to be. who knows what could've happened instead.... maybe this sort of sacrifice was necessary too...

dalia has a lot of respect for skuld- both she and ephemer are great to be around because they've got a lot of energy and confidence that dalia lacks in herself, so it's nice just following their lead. with skuld it's worth noting that dalia is no more aware of her ultimate fate than we as the audience are (because remember, i'm getting meta with it! she only knows what we know at any given moment! when we learn the truth someday, i'll change her lore to fit that. truly changing history.) so she's a bit more comfortable with skuld because she isn't living with crushing and specific knowledge of the future. obv she doesn't tell her anything but like she's ok with getting a tiny bit more attached. bc who knows, even if dalia dies, she's getting reincarnated and there's a sliiiight chance she'll see skuld again. not enough to make her comfortable but enough to give her vague hope. also she knows skuld suffers from loneliness like her, although a different kind.

dalia's experience with infiltrating the tower with skuld is very interesting because she's simultaneously confident (she knows how this is all going down) and terrified (her own personality is still very meek and timid, future knowledge aside). her speech to 'master invi' is obviously a bit different- she's not shocked or afraid by the alleged knowledge of ephemer's death, but she can't let on so easily that she knows the truth in front of either skuld or ava. (note: i have it in my lore that however exactly she knows about the future, the foretellers do not know that she knows. mainly because her reserved personality and refusal to try to change things doesn't really make her show up in the book of prophecies as anything more noteworthy than in canon. she flies under the radar because she's not a threat). similarly to canon player, this is a very defining moment for her as it is far and away the most words she's ever spoken at once, and definitely the most confident. but like she knows it's just a test- she has to defend ephemer and herself, and fake her bravery. canon player was truly willing to fight against the precepts of society and fate in this scene, but dalia is trying to follow fate. she's a nervous wreck who was rehearsing the whole thing all the way up the tower.

the rest of khx plays out mostly like how it would in canon- just with dalia being absolutely full of internal agony at her inability to help skuld or anyone, and knowing she doesn't actually have a choice as to whether to join the dandelions or to fight in the war (or believing she doesn't have a choice, am i right.) at most she declares something like 'i'll see you again, i promise' to skuld with a weird amount of confidence for someone going to war. i would love to see her own version of the internal monologue that player has on the battlefield because it is entirely her, uncensored and unfiltered ('i would love to see', i say, as if i am not the one capable of writing it)

also she is aware of her own impending memory loss- so as a minor act of resistance, i like to imagine she carves some sort of message onto some object just saying like basically. i was here. never forget. don't let this tragedy be glossed over. and leaves it on the battleground somewhere. she loses her memories of the war as usual, but her agonizing knowledge of the future that lies ahead of her at that point remains. she doesn't find her own message, but ephemer does- it torments him and he decides to keep it for and to himself

now the khux part of it is yay yippee wahoo agony!!! player doesn't have that much actual story screentime until the end when stuff really goes down. but the scenes that are present are very good. for example lauriam approaching the player asking about strelitzia... strelitzia, whom dalia knew about and arguably let die... yeah that's. that's a big thing she's got to lie to his face about. and MAN does that suck. (note: her knowledge of the future isn't some updating thing- she just knows the original script, and heaven knows what'll happen if she deviates too hard from it. so it's not like she knows exactly how bad he would blow up at her if he ever found out she lied. but she can use her common sense to figure that one out and don't worry she just has to keep keeping it a secret! easy! not easy.)

see, the way i imagine it in this version of events is that at some point during the incredibly intense canon ending of khux, the secret gets out. there are a few ways this could happen that i haven't decided on yet. one option is i'm thinking like she gets back from her mission in candy kingdom a little earlier than in canon because she's slightly more efficient with it, not realizing that even getting to the scene slightly earlier might change the entire flow of it somehow. seemingly innocent thing is a miscalculation. butterfly effect. at some point the whole lauriam going crazy scene looks very different from the script as she knows it, and she fears that the others won't be able to stop him from hurting them. so she intervenes. (for example skuld begs her to please help the others, dalia in the heat of the moment forgets what she's supposed to do (she isn't even supposed to be there) so she listens, lauriam turns his focus to her, ephemer steps in to protect dalia and gets hurt, ven is in danger, etc). maybe in her panic she just blurts out the truth and starts spouting off things that she should not know, such as ven's innocence, or darkness's plan. this goes very well (lie).

ephemer and skuld are shocked and hurt, but they understand why dalia would feel panicked and shut down in her situation, so they're not mad... brain is mostly silent because he knows her feeling as well (and she knows he has the book, but they haven't like. ever really talked to each other.) to say lauriam is utterly furious (because he was already furious in that moment) is an understatement. similarly to canon he thankfully gets distracted by the darkness emerging from ven. even if dalia is guilty by inaction, the thing that actually killed strelitzia is more pressing. but he has a very hard time respecting her afterwards, even if he doesn't outwardly show rage after that point. i imagine he's just disgusted and refuses to look her in the eye for the rest of their brief time together. that guilt kills her obviously

as for her judgement flaw in intervening, i think it might not only have to be a rational fear that the future has already been changed. i think the intensity of the emotions are also too much for her to bear- even if she had been supposed to be here, or even if things looked normal, there's rehearsing a plan in your head and knowing logically you need to be a bystander, and then there's actually executing it with a straight face in the moment, when people that you accidentally let yourself really start to care about are in pain and need. she let herself be selfish. she tried to let herself be a person with relationships and agency. but of course she was sort of doomed in that sense

in this version ven gets to actually hear about the truth too. i imagine that ven, though he only has a few moments of like. consciousness when dalia is even around, is grateful. he feels incredibly guilty and pained about *gestures to the entirety of his canon story in khux*, and he knows he shouldn't be here. maybe he doesn't have the right to be glad he got to be a union leader and have friends. maybe it's wrong of him to feel like he benefited. but he fears that if dalia had told anyone the truth about him, they'd have treated him differently if not outright kicked him out. he's wrong, of course, bc we see in canon they still care a lot about him (even though the way brain starts talking it's like he does not count ven as a real union leader which is :( but understandable). but from his point of view dalia knew what she was doing as far as letting the future take its course, in a twisted sort of way, and he at least got to be truly happy for once in his life, even if it was only for a moment

the other option is that at some point after arriving to the scene on time (aka in the middle of the fight against darkness when lauriam has already begun to cool off and lock in) she says something she shouldn't know by total accident in a moment of what would have been peace. like 'poor ven i hope he understands it wasn't his fault' or 'i'm sorry about your sister, lauriam' after battle. or something like that. and it's like hey hold up girl how did you know about all that we didn't tell you that yet i thought you were off racing go karts in candy kingdom. she's got her events out of order. they press her (esp lauriam who has let go of his rage toward ventus but still has so much rage inside him and is looking for a new better target) and eventually it comes out that she knew about all this in advance

again. ephemer and skuld are shocked but understand. brain once again is stoic. but lauriam. Lauriam. he is PEEVED. dalia knew what was going to happen to strelitzia and let it happen? yeah... you can imagine how that would go down. enough said. time for lauriam round of rage two! they stop him from like straight up killing her and thankfully he’s already pretty physically and emotionally exhausted. but he is a broken man the entire walk down to the basement. the others do their best to try to defend dalia but he feels like he’s been played for a fool by someone who sees everyone in this world as not a free agent, but rather a pawn for an existing and unchanging narrative (nevermind that she sees herself the same way). but he does at the last second work up the heart finally to ask her if she can see anything else in his or strelitzia’s futures- is it possible to ever see her again? is she alive in some sense? dalia knows his future (part of it) but refuses to say. but she speaks honestly in saying she has no idea where strelitzia’s heart is. this doesn’t comfort him but it doesn’t dull his motivation to find her either

dalia doesn’t say anything to elrena as the pod squad is departing. she knows elrena and strelitzia knew each other and maybe elrena deserves an apology too, but wouldn’t it just be awkward to approach someone she doesn’t know just to say that unless the situation absolutely called for it… she and brain offer each other some words of encouragement. brain can tell she’s looking at him very weirdly, like she’s confused about his fate too. she’d tell him what she knew if he asked, but he clearly doesn’t want to know. so they leave it at that

and then for the ending of dalia’s story. oughghgh…. i think once she’s alone with ephemer and skuld she breaks down in tears and flat out tells them what’s about to happen. because it needs to happen no matter what, it’s the only way to defeat darkness, but they deserve to have a proper goodbye first unlike what happens in canon… it’s a very emotionally charged scene obviously like she’s telling them she has to pretend to be possessed, and then fight them, and then ephemer has to kill her… you can imagine how devastating this would be. and it’s not even like they have quite that much time to process it all and prepare before the darkness shows up. but at least in this situation they know the truth- ephemer and skuld still have to live with intense trauma and grief, but at least they don’t have to feel guilty too… like hopefully it is a little less psychologically damaging if they know their friend loves them and wanted this to happen all along. maybe. she tells skuld that she doesn’t know what’s in her future but that she has faith that she's strong enough to make it through anything. she tells ephemer that he’s going to have to bear some heavy burdens, but that he will live a long and prosperous life that’s worth being proud of. and she tells them she hopes they can meet again in some form, in some life.

when the scene plays out, it’s a bit different. dalia reins in some of her personal taunts because she doesn’t need to convince ephemer to act this time (plus he knows it’s her and that’s just rude) but neither side can afford to hold back in battle or else the darknesses won’t be convinced enough… dalia is great at hiding her tears (she has to) but ephemer and skuld are obviously absolute messes. it’s both better and worse because on the one hand the sorrow part of knowing what the plan is can be passed off as the sorrow of knowing your friend has been lost to darkness, so they’re great at acting (without really acting). on the other hand instead of the efficiency of shock and adrenaline, as well as falsely believing they have a chance at making things turn out well for them, they are already weepy messes because they know they are locked into this course of action.

again it is an understatement to say it is really hard for ephemer to do what he has to do. he almost can’t do it when he sees dalia risk a last-minute genuine smile at him but we all know he has quite the remarkable resolve. again like it is simultaneously less damaging than the original because he and skuld walk away from the situation knowing that they and dalia did the right thing and were noble heroes who saved the day through their own sacrifices, plus they got to have a proper farewell as friends beforehand, but also more damaging than the original because i feel like it’s easier to convince yourself to kill the friend you already believe to be long gone than the friend who is visibly still herself right in front of you. ough. ephemer goes on to live his life as we know it in canon (which is to say technically we don’t know a lot but y’know. he prospers but is also incredibly sad) and he’s pained yet incredibly grateful for dalia and everything she did. and whatever little memo he picked up from the keyblade graveyard from her, saying to never forget her or what happened, he keeps forever and vows to try to prevent such catastrophes from ever happening again. (we shoehorn ghost ephemer in the graveyard like in kh3 into this)

dalia understood long ago that she was going to die and prepared herself for it in advance. but now she has no idea what her next life is going to look like and that’s scary. up until this point, she’s had a script to follow, albeit a tragic one. so khml (rest in peace) is a very frightening experience for her. at least she has her memories of her past life unlike in canon but who knows what lies in store for her. but it brings her comfort to see ephemer’s statue, it brings her comfort to meet brain (hey they can finally talk now like regular people) (he’s also like DALIA?!), it brings her incredible grief to not see skuld or any sign of her (unless subject x gets disproven in which case. it brings her incredible joy and pride to see that skuld clearly was/is thriving in old scala!), etc. and she makes sure to leave as many personal writings as she can in scala in the hopes that ven, elrena, lauriam, and maybe strelitzia somehow will find them again. she feels she owes them an apology of some sorts.

in conclusion um this is several thousand words dang i had a lot to say apparently i hope you liked reading this. This was just meant to be oc lore but it turned into a whole entire au somehow. maybe i should give it a name. like foreteller of the dandelions or something. idk. will I ever get around to drawing or writing any of these scenes myself who knows! it’s past 2am ok goodnight. check out the other stuff in my oc: dalia tag

[leonenjoyer69]

Day 28: Mr Tanis!!

MY BBG 🙏🙏🙏 had a wip of him with mindyons ghost lads I did over a month ago and decided to redraw it, since my style has changed a good bit. I've been waiting so long jskvkke but!!! Yapping!!!

OKAY, SO JSKVKKSKV, Victorian necromancy was a sort of sub category for Victorian spiritualism. Around like,, 1860 I believe, the interest in spirits and other occult type things sort of boomed. People became kinda obsessed with talking to and learning things about all sorts of spirits, and this is when seances became kinda big. Like, a shit ton of people would do them, especially higher class folks, bc it was kinda like entertainment. And since death was so widespread back then, a lot of people would want to talk to those that have passed. (Forgive me if I get anything wrong tho, I read about a bunch of this over the years and am just recalling)

Necromancy tho!!!! Generally people think of completely reanimating the dead and stuff, but for Victorians it was moreso reanimating the *spirit or soul*, basically bringing the spirit back to ask it questions, usually about the future or to answer mysteries, like cause of death and blah blah blah. Tho, with the creatures and world of tgs, it can kinda be assumed that Tanis does *also* dabble in fully reanimating things-- most likely small animals or pets and such. I like to think he helps keep Zosi good and well, personally :3 but yeah, it can probably be assumed that he might be trying to work up to resurrecting people and such, but he *probably* mostly dabbles in seances and connecting with spirits/the spiritual world and such. He probably does resurrections for recently deceased pets and such, and spiritual readings/seances for higher class people, or just people who seek out his stuff. Which!! I think would make him one of the more popular lodgers among higher society.

Hcs: I think he's a very joyful and social guy, which can vaguely be seen, mayhaps partially bc of high empathy from his line of work. He's more in tune to emotions and atmosphere bc of the connection he's built with the spirit world. Because of this, I feel like spirits and stuff are also just very drawn to him (and Doddle for his constant positive energy, though he doesn't notice them)

Also!!! Works quite closely with Dr Maijabi me thinks, I bet they've got a nice found family dynamic, not only bc of their somewhat similar lines of work, but also bc they're both immigrants. I think him and doddle are friends too (*COUGH*boyfriends-) bc doddle seems like such a constantly happy and positive guy so I think doddle would help recharge him emotionally

Anyways. I have more, but I can't remember it rn bc I'm being yapped to and can't think properly dhvjsjjc, thank you for reading!

[junolxcey0714]

A Very Long List of Lityerses Headcanons (based in geographical, mythological, scientific, and anthropological accuracy...part 1/?)

lit is my goat hes gotta be the most underrated riordanverse character out there and i wish there was way more content out there so heres some headcanons of him that i did specific research for because i have been obsessed with this guy for precisely 570 days. feel free to use this if you're writing any fics because if these become widely accepted headcanons i might have a chance at shaping his character YAYYY UNFORTUNATELY there are some warnings we must take into consideration, so tw/cw for: a lot of violence, domestic/child & sexual abuse, body horror, heavy metal poisoning, vague descriptions of wounds & infection & blood, mental health issues, all sorts of bigotry associated with ancient greece (e.g. child marriage), talk of puberty & sexual topics, and...death. Im sorry if I missed anything! Feel free to anon-ask me anything for it to be warned/edited/removed from this list! that being said, click keep reading with discretion. it gets dark and is a very dead dove thing.

lets start with some basic information:

Ancient Phrygia was located in modern day Türkiye so if he was born there he would have middle eastern features (Turkish, Kurdish, or Levantine). this means there shall be no whitewashing in fanart!!! ts pmo!!!

Chronologically he would be around 2000+ years old considering the riordanverse canon but since he was revived he retains his appearance and physical form at his time of death.

Unfortunately his myth is super vague about how old he was, except for the fact that he is a young man as offered by rick himself.

Considering he was slain by Hercules (using the Roman name here bc its more popular) he would have to have been old enough to put up a fight against Hercules post-12 labors since thats when Hercules is most often depicted as having completed this sidequest. So that puts him in a very awkward spot, because even though hes a swordplay genius hes also fighting probably the most powerful demigod ever. So I'm gonna put him at around his late teens to early twenties, maybe 19-25 ish

His scars and pre-ToA injuries sustained that I'm going to be explaining are based off the official art on the wiki page.

The three scars on his right eye would be pretty detrimental since that's his primary eye and he is right handed (judging by his sword hand). Considering that a wound would have to reach the dermis to leave a scar his eye would have sustained damage from the cuts. So he might be partially blind, or have issues associated with his right eye.

The two scars shown on his left arm are interesting because he has a shield in the official art, which means that it would be pretty hard to sustain those unless he wasn't using the shield or the shield shattered.

The other scars are not as interesting so I'll leave those up to interpretation in terms of how he got them.

Clearing up the cornhuskers thing here. That's the football team of Nebraska, USA, and he most likely got it at an event or something.

It's not given to what extent he has adapted to modern life but considering that both he and Midas speak English in The Lost Hero he would have to be pretty adjusted.

Midas speaks English a little better/less formal-textbook-y in The Lost Hero so Lit would have been too busy with training/sword practice to practice, and considering he calls his own father "you majesty" and his sister Zoe got turned to gold for talking too much, he probably wouldn't have been allowed/inclined to speak anyway.

Probably has an accent when speaking English (*swooooon*)

With the amount of modern tech and magically operated gimmicks in Midas' mansion he would probably be pretty well adjusted by the time The Lost Hero rolls around.

Midas' mansion does not have running water because it undoes the golden touch, but he is wearing a bathrobe when we first meet him, so the showers would have to dispense something else like soap or sparkling water or something that keeps everyone clean and shit. Idk what it would be since everything i can think of is disgusting if I had to shower with it so ill leave that up for interpretation.

Addressing the other mythological (and even more obscure) son of Midas: Anchurus

A sinkhole appears in Phrygia, the oracle says Midas has to sacrifice the most precious thing in the kingdom, Anchurus understands the assignment and rides his horse into the chasm and it closes. Cool

But i think maybe it wasn't him that was the most precious thing in the kingdom, it was the horse: a prized stallion (maybe a gift from some god, Dionysus?) that Midas can no longer ride because hes probably too fat and he can't handle allat. Also he doesn't want to turn it to gold.

I think that anchurus was getting too popular with the people and so Midas took the perfect opportunity to look good while getting rid of him as a potential heir, even though he lost his prized horse. it was a strategic move because he could just pretend hes mourning anchurus and shit. no one would have a clue

so thats how anchurus died ig.

Now let's take a look at his sister Zoe who im convinced is a baddie fs:

ancient phrygian women's roles are kind of complicated so i'll explain it here

The cult of Cybele (the mother goddess associated with fertility, wild nature, and madness) was formed in phrygia, and the cult gave women significant household religious ritual power and in religious institutions.

However, Zoe is not a very significant character so I'm assuming she was not a religiously involved figure since her dad Midas was the king

So she would have followed the traditional role for women: stay quiet, get married, have kids and shit

Considering she was the princess she'd probably have been polished as fuck and married off for some military alliance with another greek nation

Interestingly, Lit has no significant feelings towards Zoe being turned to gold in The Lost Hero, so that means they probably had a falling out earlier on in life to lead to this apathy.

This is js pure speculation and dramatics but I think when they were younger, Zoe didn't want to get married, so she threatened to kill Lit, Midas' bodyguard/son, if she was forced to marry some old sweaty guy, in a fit of panic. She tells Lit this: "If he makes me do this, I’ll kill you. I swear I will. That way he won’t have anything left." And obviously that doesn't go over well with Lit

So thats why they highkey hate each other. But she might have forgiven him or something like that because Lit would have to be un-golded if he is to appear in The Dark Prophecy later on. Considering none of the other gold people in Midas' mansion would be particularly inclined to do that, I would guess that it was Zoe who took pity on him.

We don't hear any more of her so I like to believe that she took over the mansion in Nebraska and lives as the queen and shit. Probably installs running water in that place. talks a lot. she's goated I wish we couldve seen more of her.

I think the sibling order would be in order of oldest to youngest Anchurus -> Zoe -> Lit just because Lit's desire to prove himself is very youngest-child-esque. Not that I'd personally know what that's like but yeah. Also anchurus isn't mentioned at all in the riordanverse so he probably died first.

Side note here: I once had a dream where Zoe was my best friend and I visited the mansion when her and the rest of the un-golded statues killed Midas to help her plan the burial. Lit was there and I visited his bedroom which was pretty fire looking a lot of muted blues and greens and an alaskan king bed. he had an ensuite bathroom and a walk in closet, a flatscreen tv, and a wall of weapons. also a bay window. idk where I got all this from in my subconscious but yeah. Zoe's room was very y2k core and she had a purple radio and a crazy record collection and a conversation pit with a ton of throw pillows. We didn't end up planning the burial and i dont remember what happened with Midas body but we did roll around in the conversation pit and talk about shit. hmu zoe i miss u we should hang again sometime. ttyl or something.

and finally some assorted headcanons about lit to end this off:

turned to gold very often as a form of punishment by midas for any sort of disobedience

Gold is a very malleable metal so when he becomes a statue midas gets sculptors to make him look better so his body is not his ykwim. body horror. sorry about that.

gold dust gets stuck in his pores so obviously heavy metal poisoning. Midas has a magic pill that fixes it (probably just regular water to un-gold him from the inside) that he doesnt get if he's being rebellious.

Trained from a young age to be a bodyguard and a national tourism thing (reaping contest & killing galore or whatever) to bring in more money for his daddy

considering dynamics from back then was probably abused by his mentors or maybe his own father

fears intimacy and being touched because he associates it with very unpleasant things (being turned to gold, abuse, body horror).

his Demeter lineage and nature powers (like maybe Meg McCaffrey's) were suppressed because they didn't fit Midas' image of the warrior and whatever. so he was selectively edited to only be able to use the super swordsman part of Demeter's talents.

citizens hated him because he was the one to do all his daddy's dirty work like executing citizens or whatever, which was just in Midas favor because he wouldn't want his son being too well-liked or else the population would want to dethrone him and shit

thats it for now I have a couple more ideas but its more linked to an oc idea that I had so lmk if yall would want to hear it bc i love my oc i think shes awesome and super original type shit.

peace 😁

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hi! can i request remus lupin x reader where reader is going through a break up and remus confesses his feelings for them? hope this makes sense and totally okay if not!

A/N: ofc! I'm just gonna do male bc the gender wasn't specified. Again, don't do fem or fem aligned so sorry if that's what you was hoping for. Also not beta read.

-E/N is exes name

-S/T is stuffed toy. I was gonna do stuffed animal but the letters together... aren't a good thing.

Minor hints to internalized homophobia, but to be fair it's the 70s so what do you expect?

Reader is in Gryffindor and is the fifth person in he Marauder's dorm

Synopsis: When the girl you were dating to distract yourself from Remus breaks up with you, spewing nasty words along the way, Remus is there to show you just how wrong the both of you were.

That Daft Cunts got nothin on me, love

Remus Lupin x M! Reader

Honestly, you knew to expect E/N's breakup. You saw the signs, and you'd known it wasn't long before it ended.

Doesn't mean it hurt any less.

You'd spent a good portion of time, locked in your dorm. No ones heard much from you after the letter you got at breakfast, but with the sun high in it's arch across the sky, nearing late noon it was only a matter of time before someone came to find you.

There's a knock at the door, and a muffled voice follows it, raspy and baritone.

Remus.

"Y'alright, love? May I come in?"

"Fuck off," You sniffle out in weak retaliation, furiously swiping your eyes and sniffling.

"Do it yourself?" He quips back playfully. A big reason for the breakup, as stated in E/N's letter (not even in person, that fucking wanker. Through a damn letter) was the proximity of you and Remus.

There's not much denying it, you definitely have had the biggest crush on Remus, and E/N was rather a means of hiding the fact, but it doesn't mean you didn't care. It doesn't mean the insults she'd hurled at you hurt any less, either.

"Right then, in I go.." the door gently creaks open and you bury your face in your favorite S/T. As he sees the sight of you, he comes gently, quickly making his way to your bed on the far side of the room and you feel your bed dip next to your head. You feel as his hand gently starts to massage your scalp, lulling you to a sort of blissful calm.

"Nasty breakup with E/N I take it?"

You nod swiftly, not having removed yourself from the stuffy but having wormed yourself partially into Remus's lap.

"Aw, it's alright lovey, 've gotcha now. What's it read, then?"

"The reasoning were true, but the insults where just bloody mean" You muffled whine quietly rings out.

"Is it alright if I read it?"

As his quiet voice asks the question you've so been dreading, you sigh heavily but finally removed yourself from the toy. All you see is the soft smile pulling at the corners of his lips, and the gentle furrow of his brow as he looks down at you.

You reach across Remus to the bedside table behind him, grabbing a crumpled ball of paper and flattening it, before handing it to him.

You both sit quietly for a moment, you with your head and upper shoulders splayed across his lap, grip strong as a vice on he stuffed toy.

His small smile from seeing you has quickly turned into a angry frown at the words she spewed at you.

"This daft fuckin cunt? Who she thinks she is, saying shit like this? Bloody fuck mate- right as hell id be upset if it's at me." He say with a angry huff of breath, body rigid. Though, he quickly remembers your in his presence and softens again.

"'m sorry that twat said those things, lovey."

"it's alright, I guess. Nothing that wasn't deserved."

"You don't though. Not right of her to say that shit," he pauses for a moment, before his demeanor becomes more nervous," is it true, though? The second or third paragraph had said something about you being in love with me?"

This causes you to stiffen, before hiding your face again.

"...yeah"

"speak up, love. I can't hear you."

You hurt and remove your face.

"Yes. I dated her to forget about you. About... about being in love with a guy."

He pauses at that, his body stiffening but his hand still gently stroking your hair.

"It's not wrong, you know. Being in love with guys. I mean fuck- you know about Sirius. Does that mean he's wrong for who he loves?"

"But he's different"

"How?"

"I-" you huff. "I don't know. It just... it doesn't seem fair to you, Remus"

"How is it wrong to me?"

"Because it's putting you in a position where it'll be awkward."

At this he quirks a brow. "And how is that?"

"Because.."

"Cause how? Because I don't love you back? I assure you I do"

"I-"

You start to speak before his sentence finally hits you. Mouth forming an 'O' shaping and blinking rapidly

"Fucking- what?"

"I love you back. I feel the same towards you as you do me"

"I-..." You pause, face burning a scarlet shade as you lick your lips," Why?"

He laughs lightly as your response.

"Why wouldn't I?"

You blink owlishly at him some more, and he's looking at you mirthfully with that know-it-all smirk of his.

"Kiss me?" You say without thinking.

He laughs heartily leaning down. His lips ghost yours as he murmurs against your lips 'Who am I to deny you, my love?' and gently presses his lips against yours.

He tastes of chocolate and stale coffee. And honestly, he tastes a bit like what you think home would.

as you unwillingly pull away; he murmurs in the love charged quiet; "Promise that daft cunts got noting on me, especially with those fuckin words"

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A/N: Sorry if it's not great or ooc. Also, please like reblog and comment!! I love to interact with y'all!!!