#they would either be besties or hate each other's guts no in between

[unhinged-prosody]

Stanley, Trash Teenager (Disco Elysium portraits' style)

It's the coldest day in Révachol. She will bite your hand off.

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

I’ve been giving gundham more nicknames to call people and I’m REALLY proud of the nickname of “Yaldabaoth’s Seamstress” for Tsumugi

I had to google what that was but HOOOOLY SHIT I really really like that!! That's such a sick nickname oh my gosh

[jimmerzz0905]

SHDBSIDBSIXNDKDN????? I LOVE HOW YOU DREW HER AAAAAKDJDLSMEOXMSOE

Human One by @jimmerzz0905

I was holding off this idea because exams but i did it

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random hsr headcanons i sometimes think about

ratio and sampo are distantly related cousins that come from the same planet, which is one of the worlds where aha is worshipped. they both vaguely follow the path of elation, but sampo is a masked fool and ratio is a mourning actor. sampo "treads" the path of nihility because he has no faith in humanity, and simply treats them as an elaborate stageplay. ratio "treads" the path of the hunt because he finds the elation to be idiotic and hopes to eliminate the masked fools one by one.

seele and pela are related somehow, and when they first meet each other they get the weirdest sense of deja vu.

stelle wants to become a quantum type, caelus wants to become an ice type.

march both loves and hates being frozen in combat. she loves it because it reminds her of the six-phased ice she was trapped in, and thus, her connection with the astral express. she hates it for the same reason.

dan heng trained his usage of a spear by sitting under a maple tree in autumn and slicing them as they fell

caelus would call dan heng "dan" out of naivety and not knowing xianzhou naming customs. even after they visited the luofu it took him like a month to realize that he was calling dh by his surname and thus linking him to his past as dan feng.

welt sometimes forgets what world he's in and starts speaking languages that don't exist in the hsr universe.

one time before the crew visited the luofu, march misspelled her name as marah (somehow) and dan heng refused to speak to her for like a week

himeko knows her coffee is a bit strong for some people but offers it anyways to watch people squirm

black swan has chronic fatigue which is why most of the time she just appears ominously. she doesn't have the energy to walk.

acheron and welt are both self concious about their grey streaks

when the aetherium wars championship was taking place, bronya watched silver wolf / march / trailblazers' math and when she saw silver wolf she choked on her tea

xueyi and boothill would either be besties or hate each other's guts, no in between

hanya forgets to breathe a concerning amount every day

[wwereaderinserts]

Have two suggestions. If you don't use either it's okay.

1. Reader is besties with Rhea and she introduces them to Damien and they instantly click. Rhea has to warn her bestie that Damien isn't exactly the guy to fall for but it's to late. Damien is willing to change for the reader. (Smut/Fluff/Humor)

2. Rhea and reader have been friends for a long time due to their parents being long time friends. Rhea thinks Rhea would be a perfect fit for Finn but it's Damien who turns her friend's head. The friend is considerably older than Rhea and has been like a big sister to her. As for Damien it's love at first sight but it's also love at first sight for Finn. This causes tension between Damien and Finn but it's the reader who sweetly and gently let's Finn down and while it hurts he steps aside and it's Damien whom the reader chooses. (Fluff and Humor)

A/N: I did you one better, I might have tried somewhat merging the two the best I could instead!! Title: Reputation Pairing: Damian Priest x Reader Word Count: 2,305

“Look, I know you really wanted me to get to know Finn,” you sigh and look up at Rhea from across the small table, setting your drink down once you’ve taken a sip, “And don’t get me wrong, he’s an absolutely lovely guy, and I enjoy speaking with him, but…”

You trail off and slouch back in your seat, while Rhea does the complete opposite and leans forward, resting her elbows against the table. She quirks a brow at you and tents her fingers together, her curiosity piqued as she looks at you expectantly.

“But…?”

“Ever since you introduced me to Damian the other week…I don’t know. It just feels like me and him clicked right away. We’ve still been talking a fair bit over text and stuff, too.”

Rhea groans at this, her head hanging low for a moment before she snaps back up to look at you. If anything, she looks disappointed with this knowledge, though in the back of her mind, she’d already had an inkling that you’d come to find yourself in this exact situation.

Before you can even so much as fire any explanations or justifications her way, she holds a hand up, palm facing towards you as a clear sign for you to stop talking and listen to her instead. You comply without a second thought, bracing yourself for the incoming lecture from your best friend.

“God, I knew this exact bloody thing was going to happen,” Rhea huffs, lowering her hand before continuing, “I thought you and Finn would be perfect for each other, y’know? And as much as Damian is one of my best friends, I love him to pieces, but he’s not really the kind of guy you should fall for, trust me. I’ve told you this before. You’re one of my best friends, too, (Y/N). I’m just looking out for you.”

“Rhea, I hate to disappoint you, but it’s a bit late for that.”

You admit with a sheepish look on your face, much to Rhea’s dismay. Even though she’s already tried her best to deter you from Damian and send you in Finn’s direction instead, you can’t help how you feel about him. And you’re almost certain that her telling you that you shouldn’t pursue him has only succeeded in making you want him even more.

There’s still a pang of guilt that strikes you right in the gut when poor Finn comes to mind, though. He’s done nothing wrong per se, and you’d still be more than happy to remain friends with him if the feeling is mutual, but you know you need to do the right thing and tell him this sooner rather than later to avoid any potential hurt.

“I’m not saying too much, since it isn’t really my place,” Rhea begins, practically reading your mind before she swigs the last of her drink and tells you, “But if you’re not gonna pursue anything with Finn, you need to do the right thing and tell him so when they both get here. Because he and Damian have obviously spoken about you in conversation, and I don’t want it to start turning from bad to ugly.”

You inwardly curse yourself for the way your stomach flips at the knowledge of them, particularly Damian, talking about you. You also know that Rhea is absolutely right in what she’s saying, and you promise yourself that when they both get here shortly, you’ll pull Finn to one side and gently knock things on the head.

Another forty five minutes or so passes by, and you both catch sight of Damian and Finn walking through the door together to come and greet you and Rhea. Neither of you miss the way they both simultaneously light up when their eyes respectively land on you, and while the way Damian smiles at you sets off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, they’re soon stomped out by the feeling of dread at the mere thought of the conversation you need to have with Finn.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Rhea laughs as the duo pull up chairs at your table, with Finn sitting on your left and Damian sitting to your right. You greet Damian in the form of a smile and a brief hello, your eyes lingering on each other before you remember yourself, reluctantly averting your gaze to swivel in your seat and face Finn instead and leave Damian to converse with Rhea.

“I was lookin’ forward to seeing you today, y’know,” Finn tells you with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes visibly softening, “And everyone else, obviously. But mainly you.”

Finn nudges his foot against yours from under the table, and you let out a polite chuckle. Even though he’s not long gotten here, you decide you don’t want to put the conversation off for much longer, instead wanting to rip the bandaid off and get it over and done with.

“It’s my round this time, right?” you ask your friends while standing up, turning to Finn, “Feel like helping me carry some over?”

Finn doesn’t give you a verbal response and instead follows you suit, rising up out of his own seat and heading over to the bar with you while Rhea and Damian hold the fort. Unbeknownst to you, Damian’s eyes don’t stray from your form as he watches you momentarily leave with Finn, a wistful sigh falling from his lips while Rhea shoots him a knowing smirk and a nudge.

“Hey, stay away from her.” she lightly teases him, but there’s also a hint of a warning in her words, “I’ve already told you once, and I’ll tell you again. I’m not letting you break her heart.”

Damian shakes his head at the thought, tearing his eyes away from you to turn towards Rhea instead. He’s met with a raised brow and a scrutinising look, wordlessly daring him to plead his case to her.

“I know what I’ve been like with people in the past, but it’s not like that this time,” he sighs with a shrug, “I really like her, Rhea. Ever since you introduced us both, I haven’t stopped thinking about her. And I get why you’re unsure about it, I get that you’re looking out for her, but I promise you, I don’t want to fool around with her. I’m willing to change for her if she actually wants to be with me, y’know?”

Rhea takes a moment to consider his words, studying him for any signs to tell her that he’s being anything but genuine, but she sees no reason not to believe him. Damian’s gaze is unflinching, unwavering as he stares right back at Rhea, and she makes the executive decision to trust one of her best friends on this.

“Alright, alright,” she hums and defensively holds her hands out to Damian, “But I’m warning you again. You hurt her, break her heart, even make her cry once, and I’ll kick your ass.”

Rhea does it again, playing her threat off like a joke as she lets out a laugh, earning a chuckle from Damian, too, before they resume their regular conversation while they await yours and Finn’s return with the drinks.

Anxiety gnaws at you from inside out as you stride over to the bar with Finn, and you’re lost in your own mind, not even hearing a single word he’s saying to you as you both walk over. Your mind is racing, paranoid with how he’ll take the news, how he’ll react, if this is truly the right time and place to do this. Probably not, but the longer you delay it, the worst it’ll be for both of you.

“(Y/N)? Hello? You okay? You’re miles away.”

Finn eventually snaps you out of your thoughts, and you rapidly blink as you attempt to ground yourself. You lie to him, dismissing his concern before you give the bartender each of your drinks of choice, and you drum your fingertips along the edge of the bar while you try your best to muster both the courage and the words you want to say to him.

“Finn, I actually wanted to talk to you,” you lead with that, grabbing Finn’s attention, “I’d rather talk to you now than leave it until later in the night.”

“Oh, okay. What is it?”

Here we go, you think to yourself, Just let him down gently. You can do it.

“Before I say anything, I don’t want you thinking this is a reflection on you at all.” your hands tremble slightly, and you grip at the edge of the bar in an attempt to conceal it, “Because you’re a great guy, really. And I’ve really enjoyed speaking to you and getting to know you a bit better, but-”

“It’s Damian, isn’t it?”

Finn interjects, almost instantly figuring out exactly where the conversation is headed. Though he’d been holding out hope for a very different outcome, he’s been fully aware the entire time that his good friend has been interested in you, too.

Neither man had wanted to back down, which has created an air of tension between them both over the past few weeks, but you’ve ultimately ended up making the decision for both of them. Finn purses his lips into a tight smile, doing his best to hide the dejection that hits him like a punch to the gut, but you see right through it.

“Yeah, it…I think I’ve really clicked with him, and I really like him. I’m so sorry if I strung you along at all, I’ve only recently figured it out myself.”

You apologise, your voice barely a whisper, and Finn casts his gaze down to the floor with a single nod, seemingly signifying him conceding to Damian. He sighs and eventually looks right back at you, obviously wounded by your admission, but he swallows it down and puts on a brave face.

“It’s obviously not what I was hoping you’d say, but I kinda guessed it. He’s crazy about you, y’know.” he tells you, “If you want him, go get him. I’m not gonna get in your way now, promise. No bad blood or nothin’.”

Finn gives you another small smile, this one more genuine, and you feel a tide of relief wash over you now that you know things won’t be turning sour between you both. If anything, you sincerely hope that you can both remain friends in the near future.

“Thank you for understanding, Finn.” you smile back at him, “And for handling it all so well. Again, I am sorry-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Finn interrupts you with a nod of the head towards your friends, still sitting at the table, “I’ll carry the drinks back. I think you should go talk to Damian, make his night.”

You hesitate for a moment, but you reach out and give Finn’s hand a brief, grateful pat before you approach Rhea and Damian once more. They both look slightly confused when you return alone, but before they can press you on it, you decide to dive in head first.

“Damian, can we talk for a sec? Please?”

You ask, and while Damian looks slightly surprised, Rhea is very quick to put two and two together. She rises up out of her seat, excusing herself to go and help Finn with the drinks instead to leave you two alone to talk.

You sit next to Damian, nerves threatening to get the better of you despite a few prior glasses of liquid courage in your system, but you force them down and face up to the situation at hand instead.

“Everything okay?”

Damian asks, his brows knitting together with concern, the tension only dissipating slightly when you give him a sharp, affirming nod.

“Yeah, yeah. All fine, just,” you clear your throat and swallow thickly before you take the leap, “I just had a conversation with Finn. I…pretty much told him that I’ve enjoyed getting to know him more, but…”

“But…?”

“I told him I’ve clicked with you better. And I really like you. And…and I know it’s a risk, because Rhea’s mentioned to me that you’re not really a settling down type of guy. But I can’t help how I feel, Damian.”

Your confession stuns him into silence. It’s definitely what he’s been hoping to hear, but that doesn’t make it any less surprising to actually hear it coming straight from your mouth. Damian lets out a chuckle, most likely in disbelief above all else, but he’s quick to fade it out and fight his case to you.

“Look, I know I have a, uh…a bit of a reputation,” Damian admits sheepishly, but he quickly turns solemn, “But I’m serious about you. I like you a lot, I like how things have gone so far, and I wanna get to know you even more. And I know it’ll probably seem like it’s all talk, I don’t know what Rhea’s told you about me altogether, but I can prove it if you give me the chance to.”

You want to continue to heed Rhea’s previous warnings, but despite yourself, you believe every word that Damian tells you. He’s given you no reason to doubt him so far. It’s not like he’s even attempted getting you straight into bed with him at all, and unlike what Rhea has told you about him and his typical patterns, he’s actually taken the time and effort to get to know you properly.

“Well, I’ll never find out if you’re all talk or not if I don’t give you the benefit of the doubt, will I?” you chuckle softly, your eyes meeting Damian’s as your mile wide smile mirrors his own, “But…yeah, I’ll give you a chance. I really want to see where this goes with you, Damian.”

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Instincts

Five times Emily doesn't yell at her mother-in-law, and one time she does.

Part 1/6

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Hi besties,

Hope you are all doing as okay as possible <3

Usually, I do these 5+1 fics as a one shot but I'm doing it a little differently this time and this will be a multi chapter.

The final chapter, the one time Emily does yell, will be based on a prompt I received!

As always, let me know what you think!

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Warnings: none for this chapter, pregnancy in later chapters

Words: 2.9k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

The first time it happens, she doesn’t even get to meet Caroline Hotchner. 

It starts a few days before, when she can tell Aaron is nervous the moment he lets her into his apartment. She smiles curiously at her boyfriend as she steps past him, her lips catching his cheek as his hand skims her waist before he takes her bag from her, hooking it over his shoulder, “Waiting for me in the doorway kind of makes me having a key pointless.” 

He chuckles, but it’s not the laugh she loves. It doesn’t come from his chest, doesn’t light up the space between them like it usually does, and it makes concern spark low in her gut. She furrows her brow as he closes the door, his focus on locking it behind them and setting the alarm. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, smiling when he turns to look at her, “I was just excited to see you.”

Emily hums, narrowing her eyes at him as she crosses her arms over her chest, desperately trying to read him - to see what had changed since she’d left him in his office at work just a few hours ago. She’d only gone back to her place to get more clothes. Her apartment was just a place where she kept her things these days because home was wherever Aaron and Jack were. 

She’d considered breaking her lease and just moving in with Aaron. All of their friends made fun of them for it, playful smiles on their faces when they teased her for the fact she still had an exit strategy. It would upset her if she knew Aaron thought that way too, but she knew he didn’t, his defence of her always fierce even in the face of joking from their friends. The truth was, something that they were keeping between the two of them for now, that they recently started to look at a place to buy together. She loved sitting in bed with Aaron, her back against his chest, his legs bracketing hers and his chin on her shoulder whilst they looked through listings together. Their favourites either bookmarked on her laptop or circled in the paper. She hated moving, it reminded her too much of her childhood, so she didn’t want to do it twice in quick succession. So for now, she’d continue to occasionally go to her place to pick up some things, content to live in this in-between stage before she finally had everything she’d ever wanted. A home made of brick and mortar. A home made of the man she loves and the boy she loves as her own. 

It was a future she was looking forward to. One with him and Jack and whoever else might come along too - the idea of having more children with him enough to make her giddy. 

“I only went home to get some clothes, honey,” she says, trying to pull a smile out of him, the smile that belonged to her. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, his energy still nervous, and she sighs, “What’s going on?” 

He clears his throat and puts her bag on his couch, “My mother called.” 

She raises her eyebrows, her arms falling to her side, “Oh.” 

His relationship with his mother was tense at best. They only spoke now and again, they exchanged phone calls on birthdays and holidays and occasionally sent each other gifts. Emily had never met her, but she’d overheard them talking on the phone, her name thrown around like confetti by her boyfriend, his smile always soft just at the mention of her. 

“Yeah,” he says, walking towards her, his hands on her hips, “She’s in town.” 

Emily nods, her eyebrows raising even further, already knowing where this was going, “Oh.” 

“And she wants to meet you,” he says, squeezing her waist when she opens her mouth again, a third oh dying on her tongue, “Look, if you don’t want to meet her, I understand. I know my relationship with her is hard, and that you probably don’t have a lot of good feelings about her because of that-”

“Honey-” she says, finally breaking out of the slight stupor she’d fallen into. She smiles and cups his cheek, “You’re rambling. You don’t ramble,” she runs her thumb back and forth over his jaw, “It’s cute,” she smiles when he turns his head to kiss her palm,  “Of course, I’ll meet her.”

The relief in his eyes is palpable, and she sees the tension in his shoulders loosen, “Really?” 

She nods and leans forward to kiss him, her lips stamped against his, “Really,” she says, her nerves dampened a little by the relieved look on his face, the look in his eyes that makes him look like the little boy who never quite stopped looking for his mother’s approval, “She’ll be my mother-in-law one day,” she says, her arms snaking around his neck as he pulls her closer, “It would be awkward if the first time I met her is the wedding.” 

He chuckles, leaning in to kiss her, putting all of his love into it. He tightens his grip on her hips so he doesn’t run to the bedroom to grab the ring he’d hidden in his sock drawer, not wanting to ruin his very meticulously planned proposal, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” she says, “So, when are we going to meet her? Are you going to invite her here?” 

“No,” he says, sounding more sure than he had since she’d walked through the door, and it makes her smile, “I learnt a long time ago a mutual ground is probably the right call. She likes Italian food. That new place opened up downtown but it’s almost impossible to get in.” 

She shakes her head, carding her fingers through his hair, “Impossible if you’re not the daughter of a well-respected US Ambassador,” she says, smiling at him, “If the Prentiss name is good for one thing in DC, it’s for getting reservations.” 

He sighs, shaking his head, knowing any favour she asked for from her mother never came for free, “Em, I know how difficult your mom can be, you don’t have to-”

“Hey, what good are my mommy issues if I can’t use them to help you with yours,” she says, leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll call my mom, she’ll get her assistant to get us a table and then she’ll passive-aggressively berate my life choices for 10 to 20 minutes. And you can pay me back in sexual favours.” 

He chuckles and kisses her before leaning his forehead against hers, “Deal.” 

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She’s able to focus on his anxiety instead of her own. 

If she didn’t know him so well, it would concern her. Make her think that he was worried about her meeting his mother and not the other way around. There was no room for her to even consider that he was embarrassed by her, that he was anything less than proud to call her his. All the nervousness he was feeling, the way he was squeezing her knee like it was a stress ball, was all about his mother. The women he’d come from but couldn’t be more different than. 

If there was one thing Emily understood, it was that feeling. 

She places her hand over his on her knee as he parks up and she smiles, “I’d ask if you’re okay, but I think if you squeeze my knee any tighter the joint might pop,” she says, and he lets go. She grabs his hand before he can take it away, linking their fingers together and cutting him off so he doesn’t apologise, “It’s okay, honey. It’s dinner. We’ll eat, we’ll make conversation with your mother. And then we can go home and have sex.” 

He chuckles and tugs their joint hands towards him and kisses her knuckles, “Why does it feel like our roles have been reserved here?” 

She smiles, “Think about it this way,” she says, leaning across the centre console to kiss his cheek, “Your mom lives five states away. We don’t have to see her that often.” 

He laughs, “I’m sure I should be assuring you everything will be okay,” he shakes his head at himself, “You’re the one meeting her. I don’t want to paint a bad picture of her. She’s not a bad person. She had a bad set of circumstances. My father was…a bad person and a bad father. She’s not a bad person, but she…” 

“Wasn’t a very good mother,” she finishes for him, and he sighs and nods as she flashes a half smile at him, “I’m familiar with the concept,” she unhooks her seatbelt so she can turn to face him, her smile soft as she runs her fingers through his hair, “We can just go home you know. We can turn around. Jack is with Jess tonight so we could just get in the tub. Hang out. You could repay me for everything I went through for our cancelled reservation.”

He shakes his head and kisses her knuckles again, “No. I want her to meet you. To meet the woman I love,” he smiles, “You’re going to be my wife one day. The mother of my kids,” his smile gets wider when she blushes, “You should meet my mother.” 

She nods and kisses him, “In that case, we should get going. Otherwise, we’ll be late,” she turns to open her door but he stops her, and she turns to look at him, “You okay?” 

“I need you to promise me something.” 

“Anything, you know that.” 

“You know how you made me promise to not step in if I think your mom goes too far?” He asks, and she nods, her lips pressed together as she sighs, already knowing where he is going, “I need you to make me the same promise.” 

She clears her throat, “Is she going to make me wish I hadn’t made this promise?” 

“Probably.” 

She chuckles, “At least you’re honest,” she huffs out a breath, “Well, I’ve had over 40 years of experience dealing with my mother,” she winks at him, “I can handle one night with yours,” she’s grateful to get a smile out of him, “It will be okay, honey.” 

He holds her hand the moment they are out of the car, his palm warm against hers as they link their fingers together. She’d always loved holding his hand, found a comfort in it that she knew he found too. In the moments when she let herself be romantic about it, she tells herself they were made for each other. That the reason her hand fits so well in his, the reason their fingers link together perfectly, is because they were made with each other in mind. 

His phone rings and he pulls it from his pocket, frowning as he turns it to show her, the word Mom flashing across the screen. They come to a stop on the sidewalk, stepping out of the way of other people, and he answers. 

“Mom, hi, are you at the restaurant already, we’re just…” he drifts off, and Emily can hear the voice of the woman at the end of the phone, but not what she’s saying, “Oh, I see,” he says, looking at Emily, his lips pressed together and his eyes drifting shut, “I thought you wanted to meet Emily,” he adds, and she clenches her jaw as she runs her thumb back and forth over the heel of his hand, “Well, yeah you can do that next time you’re in town. Or maybe we’ll come and see you.” 

She can hear the disappointment in his voice, can see the irritation in his eyes, in the way he’s holding himself, and she gets as close as she can to him to provide the comfort he’d never ask for. She rests her head on his shoulder, and the extra height her heels give her means he can rest his cheek on top of her head as he finishes the call with his mom, exchanging goodbyes and see you soons in a way that’s so polite it makes her teeth ache. After he hangs up they stand in silence, still in their strange embrace with her head on his shoulder and both of her hands wrapped around one of his. 

“She’s not coming?” She asks, even though she knows the answer, and she looks up at him. He shakes his head and clears his throat. 

“No. She’s not.” 

“Did she say why?” 

“She bumped into an old friend. Went for dinner with her instead.” 

She scoffs, “Instead of meeting up with her son?” She clenches her jaw, “Want me to call her back? I can give her a…” she drifts off when he raises his eyebrow at her, a hint of amusement in his smile, “Right. My promise. Does it count even if I haven’t met her yet?” 

He chuckles wryly and kisses her forehead, “I’d say especially then,” he kisses her again, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she assures him, “It’s not your fault,” she squeezes his hand and hates the look in his eyes when they meet hers. He looks like a lost little boy, entirely too much like Jack, and it makes her want to steal his phone when he’s not looking and break her promise only minutes after she made it. She knows she won’t though, bound by a promise they’d now made each other about their mothers respectively, and she knew how annoyed and hurt she’d be if their roles were reversed, “Want to go home?” 

He shakes his head, “No, Em. You went to a lot of effort to get this table-”

“Honey, I don’t care,” she says, cupping his cheek, “I can handle my mother if she says anything about us not using the reservation. I’m worried about you,” she strokes her thumb back and forth over his cheek, “If you want to go in we can, or we can grab a pizza on our way home and I’ll eat in my underwear to try and cheer you up.” 

He laughs, the sound more real this time, more hers, and he smiles at her, “I do like the sound of the second option.”

“I know my audience,” she hums and leans forward, stamping her lips against his before she rests her forehead against his, “Home?” 

He nods, blowing out a slow breath, “Home.” 

She kisses him one more time before she steps back enough for them to walk to the car, both of her hands still wrapped around one of his, “I’m sorry your mom did this, Aaron.” 

He sighs and unlocks the car, “Me too. I was looking forward to the two of you meeting.” 

She slips in between him and the side of the car before he can open the door for her, “I know,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, “And I was looking forward to meeting her too. Despite…everything, she still gave the world you. And that’s something I want to thank her for,” she says, worry sparking in her chest again when he tightens his hold on her, something she can’t name flashing in his eyes, “Baby, what is it?” 

Aaron shakes his head, “It’s nothing.” 

“You can tell me,” she says, reaching out for his hand, “You know that.”

He blows out a breath, “I guess I just wanted her to meet you before we start the next stage of everything. Not because I feel like I need her approval or anything. But she’s my mom,” he smiles sadly, “It would nice if she cared enough to meet the woman I’ve told her I’m going to marry one day soon.” 

It makes her angry again. The heat of it washing over her in a way she knows has her gripping his hand a little too tight, her knuckles briefly paper white before she lets go, swallowing the fury back down because it’s not what he needs from her. 

Not today. 

Despite everything, the mere mention of their still hypothetical wedding makes her smile and she squeezes his hand, “I understand that, but if she misses out on anything it’s on her. Not you. Okay?” 

He nods, “Okay.” 

She leans forward and kisses him, “Now,” she says, kissing him again, “Pizza. Then home.” 

“And you in your underwear,” he says, smiling as he steps away so he can open the car door for her, “I seem to remember that being part of the deal.” 

“A deal is a deal,” she says, winking at him as he closes her car door once she’s climbed in. She’s alone in the car for a matter of seconds before he joins her, the key in the ignition as soon as his door is shut. “I just thought of something.” 

He looks over and sees the vague look of horror on her face, the way she scrunches her nose up ever so slightly, “What, sweetheart?” 

“One day our mothers are going to have to meet.” 

[majoryeager104]

Pro Heroes Mirko and Regulus (Touya Hero Au)

Summary: the average day for pro hero duo Mirko and Regulus (my hc hero name for Touya)

(A/n this duo is my brain baby and I’m so proud 😭😭😭 not a ship, just besties yk)

Warnings: language, violence, general insanity from Touya (ofc)

“Hey do ya see that guy over there?”

“Yeah I think he might be causing some trouble for that store”

“Whatever shall we do?”

Sarcasm was dripping in the air between the two pros, grinning ear to ear as they approached the chaotic storefront. Number two hero Regulus, real name Touya Todoroki, and number five hero Mirko, real name Rumi Usagiyama. Each would tell you they hated the others guts if you asked, but really, the two of them had a tight knit friendship, a trust yet to be severed even by the most brutal insults thrown between the two. 

“Hey there, dumbass” 

Regulus smirked, putting his hands on his hips smugly, a Cheshire Cat grin on his face as he stepped up to the man in question, who currently had the small store’s manager by the collar, and was yelling expletive after expletive. 

“The hell do you heroes want? Gonna arrest me?” The man yelled, clearly enraged for an unknown reason. “Maybe, kinda depends on you” Mirko retorted, crossing her arms.

“I’m here to see my girlfriend, asshole!” The man continued to yell at the manager as he tried to ignore the two heroes on his right and left. “She’s not interested in seeing you, you creep! And you’re not her boyfriend, either” one of the other workers shouted by the door where she stood protectively. “Harassing women? Tch” Regulus clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a smirk, as Mirko tapped her foot impatiently next to him

“Can I kick him?”

“Slow down Mirko, I wanna see where this goes”

The man growled at the heroes, shoving the Manager back against the counter with a thud and running past Regulus out the door. “Ugh, great now he’s running” Mirko growled “this is truly a tragedy” Regulus chuckled, shrugging “shut the fuck up” Mirko ran out past Regulus, who followed at a slow pace with his hands in his pockets, a lopsided smirk on his face. 

“Hey you damn bastard! You’re not getting away!” Mirko yelled, catching up to the angry man with ease. She stood in a strong stance in front of him, blocking his exit. The man growled in frustration, his eyes wide as he went to turn around and run back the other way. 

“Stupid idea”

The low voice of the flame hero came behind him, the man’s exit now blocked with an overwhelmingly hot wall of blue fire, which Regulus walked through with ease, his body smoking slightly from the heat. It was a terrifying sight. 

The man turned back around in fear, and was met with Mirkos strong kick to his jaw, immediately knocking him unconscious. 

“You’re under arrest for assault and battery” Mirko said with a grin, proud of her work as she looked down at the man at her feet. “He can’t hear ya, stupid.” “SHUT UP TOU- REGULUS” “don’t need to tell me twice.” They watched police take the man away, already getting tipped off about more trouble in an alleyway nearby, a robber leaving a broken into apartment. Mirko charged in, and once again, Regulus sauntered behind, standing in the entrance to the alley while Mirko beat up the criminal, bluntly cheering her on. 

“Crush his skull with those thighs of yours! Wait don’t he might be into that” “NOT WORK APPROPRIATE DIPSHIT” “IM JUST OFFERING SIMPLE SOLUTIONS” 

(Best duo ever I swear 😭😭😭 this was way too fun to write)

[nyoxt]

@ygtahoy that's the first part to your biiiiig ask, I’ll just divide my answers between characters, because ooooh you threw at me so many questions, and the post would be gigantic (it's already ssooo long) :D Thaaanks!!! (eugh I wanted to sprinkle the texts with sketches, but sketches are not happening due to arteblock, and I don’t want it to take a year or smth to answer, so I’ll sprinkle some sketches once I’m out of the pit😔) For Ram: (tw suicidal ideations for one of the answers down below)

[3]What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?

Anger! Ram generally tends to swallow and bottle up all the negative emotions, but anger especially so. Mostly because he's terrified of his own anger (not without a reason I guess-he's wildly aware that he can hurt people around him easily if he's not careful; and he has done quite a lot of people-hurting in prison, where he didn't hold himself back in any way) and refuse to even acknowledge its existence.

So Ram's way of dealing with anger is – to push it down and bottle up-> continue 'till the maximum pressure is reached-> then bottle up s'more->explode->scare himself shitless with the result and/or his own reactions->feel immense guilt/shame->swear to never be like that again-> rinse, repeat.

Surprisingly, Duncan can see through Ram's cheerful performances with ease, because that's one of the things that Didn't Change At All since they first met. Also Duncan is probably the only person Ram trusts enough to show at least some anger. Which led the rest of the group to conclusion that they hate each other's' guts,while them getting all heated and snappy was the sign of mutual trust and freedom to express themselves without the fear of being rejected for “bad” emotions. I like to think that Duncan tried to nudge Ram towards some healthy/er ways to vent his frustrations- like taking him to some junkyard to just break some things (just to be met with “Break stuff?? Why?! What's fun in that??? Angry? Who's angry? I don't have any anger issues at all! :) “

[17] What is their biggest struggle that no one around is able to understand or believe?

Augh that's a tough question because I've never thought about it heh. Probably that Ram actually struggles to open up to people and maintain deep connections which are as beneficial for him as for the others. That might be hard to believe because he's always the heart of the company, everyones' bestie, can befriend even a rock, always there to help, to listen, to be the shoulder to cry or to lean on etc etc. And despite talking and asking people about themselves and their wellbeing a lot, he tells very little about himself and somehow manages to be very secretive.

[55] How long does it take for them to make a new place feel like home, and what do they need for it?

Unknown amount of time- he doesn't really remember how “home” is supposed to feel, and what to do to make “a place you have to live in” into one; and treats every place he stays at as temporary, however nice it is. (there are also some unhealthy attachments to some toxic places that are at play). The fact that he has very little possessions doesn’t help either. He started to experience somewhat “homey” feelings towards the Kraken and Heoi, but he didn't understand it until he moved again and got hit with the realization that he lost something very important.

Desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

To never ever be alone again! In all possible meanings! He may not do absolutely anything for that, but make some big sacrifices or cut off parts of himself? Sure! He’s not open about it, but leave him in a room by himself for a few hours and it’ll be crystal clear. As for why is he closed a)It’s not a fully realized desire and b) it’s not something that could be achieved alone (ha!), and god forbid telling people that you’d like to take some space in their lives, what if they’ll reject you after that😱?!? 

is now a good occasion to mention that you can absolutely obliterate him with silent treatment? tee hee))

Future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

Within the frames of HK story the worst future for Ram would be succumbing to the siren’s call of one particular teethy entity, killing his friends and family along the way and being remodeled into teethy-monster-slave, which was happily avoided.

aaaaand after the HK plot…welll…………originally my intention was that after a few years past HK, back to Seattle he’d either kill himself or do something so stupidly dangerous that he’d get no chance of surviving. Because once he’ll get out of survival mode and get even a semblance of being safe- all his past traumas gotta catch up to him and rip him asunder. (and because the tragedy of characters tearing themselves apart to help family-friends-friendly acquaintances while failing miserably to heal and to find their place and to fix their own life, while never getting the same help/attention from family-friends-friendly acquaintances- is was cathartic for me). But then I sketched Ram being older, and thought “woah, I kinda dig this design! Well, to get to this state, he needs to survive the horrible goop state, huh”. Soooo he was saved from me by me getting a neat redesign :D

Secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

Mmmmm, perhaps it's not a secret, more like…Ram is trying pretty hard to conceal his in-prison shenanigans. And the kind of guy he made himself into in there. Like, he was obsessed with only one goal- to get out, no matter what. And for that goal he didn't hold back any of his worst impulses, and was 100% aggressive, and didn’t shy away from betraying and framing ppl and was overall an awful person. Complete 180° turn from his usual personality. And yeeeah, it was out of extreme desperation, but still- that’s a source of a great shame and guilt and embarrassment for him, so noooo, shhhh, no talking abt that :)

[luv4fandoms]

Most definitely (Bill S.Preston x Fem!Reader)

Ok so go easy on me, I've never actually sat down and watched Bill and Ted before (I just remember scenes in passing when I was a kid and my bros would watch it. But I'm trying to practice (I also need to just sit down and watch it fr lol) . I saw this writing prompt and my brain immediately thought of this, but yeah, the slag for them is a bit difficult for me lol.

Also I pictured the girl to be kinda like Wednesday, and her friend like Enid, Idk why lol.

Word count: 1,321

Pairing: BillxFem!Reader

Warnings: Drinking?

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

You didn't even know why you came to this party, other than the fact that your best friend in the whole world F/N was dragging you along. You both had recently moved to San Dimas after graduation, your parents wanting a change in scenery and her dad getting a better job. Though you did live a little ways away from each other, at least it wasn't the thousands of miles you were terrified of at first when her parents said they would be going. Really though it was lucky that your mom and her mom had been besties since high school and couldn't stand to be apart. 

But back to the overly atrocious party that you had stepped foot in. It wouldn't have been bad if there had been at least good music you supposed, but come on, where was the Motorhead? The Metallica? The Van Halen?! All there was were drunks, newly graduated teens jumping around with cups of clearly spiked punch, either seeing how stupid they could be, or how far down each other's throats they could stick their tongues.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea" you spoke, look around, luckily not spotting anyone you knew from your short time living here.

"Oh come on! Live a little!" Your friend yelled over the music as she pulled you further along. 

"I'd rather die a quiet death," you told her,but let her lead you nonetheless. Though a little ways into her walking, she stopped.

"Hey, isn’t that the ‘super hot’ neighbor you were rambling about having a crush on earlier, over there?” she asked with a shit eating grin, causing your eyes to widen..please no.

"What?! Please say psych!"

"No I’m serious, look." You followed her line of sight towards the kitchen, easily finding the curly blonde locks of, indeed, your 'super hot' neighbor you had rambled about any and every time you talked to F/N.

"..Fuck" you breathed. You couldn't help it really, he wasn't like any guy you had ever seen before, it was like he was a Greek God walking amongst humans. Or an angel sent to Earth. You had never actually spoken to him, just little hesitant waves between you both, you didn't know what you would even say to him if you talked, or if you would be able to. His friend was far more chatty, that was the only reason you knew his name was Bill, because Ted had stopped to talk to you before heading into Bill's house. He told you they had a band, and you should come by sometime to hear them play, an offer you never had the guts to take him up on. Sometimes you really hated being shy, sometimes you really wished you were as outgoing as F/N, the social butterfly..Instead of the goth moth.

"I mean they do clean up pretty ni- Wait, where are you going? We just got here." F/N spoke, quickly catching up with you.

"Home! I only agreed to this because you said no one would know me here!" You stated, almost to the door when.

"Most bodacious neighbor babe!" Ted's voice rang out, causing you to stop just as your hand touched the doorknob.

"Are you already leaving? So not cool" he stated while throwing his arm over your shoulder.

"..Ah.."

"We actually just got here" F/N spoke up, causing you and Ted to look at her, his eyes widening.

"Whoa" he breathed while taking her in.

"You must be Ted" she smiled, before, to your dismay, adding.

"Y/N has told me about you"

"You talked about me?" Ted smiled.

"You and Bill" she added, smiling while you glared at her.

"Bill is here as well, come on! He will be most pleased to see you!" Ted spoke excitedly as he pulled you along, arm still over your shoulder while F/N followed behind. He led you to the kitchen area, calling out to Bill once he spotted him.

"Bill! Look at the bodacious babes that I found" you watched Bill turn around, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled, giving you a wave.

"Neighbor babe" he spoke, though you noticed the faint pink tinting his cheeks.

"Hey Bill" you waved back, trying not to get lost in his hazel gaze.

"Ah this is F/N" you stated, gesturing to your friend who happily waved.

"Very nice to meet the infamous Bill S. Preston" 

"How did you-" 

"F/N isn't this like, your favorite song?" You asked quickly, turning to her as you tried not to murder her. 

"Oh my God it is!" She smiled, before turning to Ted.

"Wanna dance cutie?"

"Most definitely!" He smiled, letting her lead him to the dance floor and giving a thumbs up to Bill, who gave one back.

"They will make a cute couple" you spoke, mainly to yourself, but Bill heard.

"He is her type?" He asked, and you turned to look at him.

"How did Ted say it? Most definitely!" you told him, cracking a smile when he laughed at your impression.

"Hey, you actually do smile" he stated, causing your smile to fall.

"No wait-I didn't-I mean you don't have to smile if you don't want to-it would just be most heinous if you didn't smile-what I mean to say is you have a most beautiful smile" he rambled, the pink growing darker.

"Oh…Thank you" you spoke, your own blush darkening your cheeks.

"Hey, can I ask you something"

"Sure"

"How did your friend know who I was?"

"Oh…I'm not sure" you replied, watching as he nodded, looking off to the side with a slightly sad look on his face, dammit. He looked over at you when he heard you sigh, your eyes trained on the punch bowl.

"I…may have mentioned you in passing" you stated, trying to play it cool, noticing his smile return from the corner of your eye.

"Really?"

"Maybe"

"A most bodacious babe like you?"

"I wouldn't consider myself a bodacious babe" 

"I would" you looked up at him, his eyes shining as he smiled at you, dang it why was his smile so contagious? Looking back at the punch bowl you groaned when another song came on.

"Would it kill them to play Black Sabbath every now and then?" You watched Bill's head snap back to you, having looked out at Ted and your friend.

"What?"

"Or Megadeth? Def Leppard? ACDC? Ratt? Anything!" You stressed, before looking over at Bill, and instantly your blushed darkened even more, because you had never been looked at like that before, not like how you usually look at him.

"Not only are you the most bodacious babe I have ever met, but I'm pretty sure you were the most excellent angel in heaven" he smiled at you, only grinning bigger when you giggled, that was definitely a sound he could get used to.

"Is this where you ask me if it hurt when I fell from heaven?" You asked.

"Did it?" 

"No, but I did scrape my knees crawling out of hell" you replied, earning a laugh from him this time.

"That was the most excellent comeback"

"Do you maybe-wanna go out sometime?" He asked after a moment, and you swore your heart went into overdrive, your brain telling you to keep your cool.

"Yeah" you nodded.

"Yeah?"

"Most definitely" you smiled.

So there it is! Like I said, I definitely need to practice more lol. But yeah idk I think it would be hilarious to see these two with girls like this.

[mors-et-virginem]

It really kills me that Alicent and Rhaenyra loved each other so much as kids. I’m rewatching HOTD because there’s a lot I always miss and notice when I do a review. The scene where Rhaenyra is laying in Alicent’s lap in the godswood and she says “I want to be a dragon rider and fly the skies with you and eat cake.” Like I am gutted, the sincerity and tenderness of a friendship/love at that age. No crown no brain cells just flying around with my bestie who I love snacking on sweets-just to have them pitted in opposing sides as women because their dads are scheming creepy chucklefucks. I see a lot of people being either team Alicent or team Rhaenyra but this wouldn’t even be necessary if they had just been allowed to grow up on their own terms. I loved the rivalry between houses in game of thrones but HOTD is more tragic because once, there was love between these two. I love and hate this series. I don’t know if the directors choose to illustrate the lack of agency, the plight of women in childbirth, the way women lose control and feel alone in their struggles as a message that even though the characters scream a woman in power would be a terrible thing, the men in this series are ruining everything TM. Season 2 is coming and I’m filled with excitement but also dread. I’ve decided that in my mind Alicent told her dad to go fuck himself, she and Rhaenyra go off to live with Rhaenys, they have regular slumber party nights with Laenor and Laena.

[wttcsms]

Amber, I'm back to yell at you!!!! I'm literally dying over Most Noble what?! Its sooo good, i literally took a deep breath while my eyes watered cause of that ending! Oh to be in love with Sir Nanami 😍 He really is too much, the way he wants the mc so much, it gives off enemy to lovers vibes, with a lot of slow burn! Its so good the way I gasped when i read it on AO3 cause it said chapters 1/1 😭 No, its too good, YOU'RE the reason i even love Nanami so I refuse to believe thats it for them. But also thank you for that, it was such a good read the pining got me right in the feels i had to take a moment for myself to calm down. Please don't say its over 😭

Moving on lols, the way I read Balancing Act this morning! I wanted to scream, and I'm in no way a morning person but that one woke me up! Gojo being so self assured, I love that for him. The way you wrote the whole crew working for Gojo and Getou! Nanami saying that Getou is just like Gojo but would give himself 6 months instead KILLED ME!!!! Also just Nanami, and his whole work is shit rang through my head when you said he left then came back 😭 Just the way you wrote them all is soo good, the interaction between Gojo and Mc oooomph absolute genius! Utahime and Gojo friendship! Personally that little bit got me hook line and sinker cause i dont ship them 🫠 Finally that flashback of them as teenagers in high school!!! Yes queen him falling in love and not realizing it but also i loved that the mc ruined what i assumed would be his year of just fucking around! Its god tier I know im going to add this to my list of comfort fics!!!

hi hi, i was waiting til when i was less busy so that way i could give this lovely msg a proper response!!! as always, i love love love hearing ur thoughts and seeing u in my notifs makes me so happy, like kicking my feet and giggling happy because ur such an amazing reader and i love hearing ur thoughts on my work.

first of all, even w/out me, u would have fallen for nanami bc that's just the type of man he is. most noble was so fun to write purely bc i didn't have a set plot line in place, i just let the word vomit spew all over my docs and clicked post on tumblr. that being saidddddd, i am always open to revisiting our princess and sir nanami bc the fun part in writing mutual pining is the eventual getting together. like all fairytales, they are so gonna have a happy ending <3

im so happy you've read balancing act because for me, it's such a fun project and a way for me to not so subtly vent out any pent up feelings i had towards my experience in working in banking in nyc BAHAHAHA. i think workplace dynamics are so fun to write as well & i really wanted to incorporate just how blurry boundaries are within the field but also how close knit they truly are because most of the time, you see your coworkers more than your family and your significant other and it's hard not to become friends or something more (it's either that, or u all hate each other's guts LOL). geto and gojo would not be besties if they weren't both absolute menaces, i stand by that. utahime + gojo are lowkey MY dramione HAHA, and so i always like to write them in some type of relationship, whether that be platonic or romantic. they def squabble like siblings in this fic + it's going to be so much fun writing them in a diff light than i normally do (what's up for debate is whether or not i hint towards nanami x utahime :O) nanami found out that working in academia is JUST AS TOXIC as industry, so he's back bc, hey, at least he gets paid hella money, but we'll explore more nanami lore in balancing act once i decide on his exact role in the fic muahahaha.

thank you for always reaching out with your thoughts on my writing and just to chat in general, it means the world to me <3

[totentnz]

pinned post time (remake)

used to be drthamen 

sammy, 28 (may 13th), germany, nb biace, they/she

multifandom but currently focused on cyberpunk (clearly)

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info about the main OCs under the cut

since i cant seem to link tags properly im just gonna list them, im so sorry fellas

cyberpunk 2077

V full name: valerie jeanne evans scene lifepath: streetkid, "netrunner" faceclaim: royal and the serpent other: pinterest board | spotify playlist info: the "small-time klepto punk from the afterlife", "the dirtgirl from heywood who found the guts to walk a few extra blocks from home" this how kerry & johnny describe streetkid v and that is exactly what she is. a troubled past, present and future, constantly pissed off with some bad habits. she's been a merc since she can remember but also had some "normal" odd jobs: repairshop for electronics, waiting tables, customer service and many others. she was the lead singer of rotten, a nu metal/ alt-metal band from night city that was doomed to fail thanks to aforementioned lead singer. she's always had a knack for technology so hacking badges and corpos came naturally to her. most people call her a netrunner, a pet-peeve of hers since it's not what she technically does. that being said, she doesnt shy away from physical altercations either though it usually ends in getting her ass beat. v spent her two years in atlanta with her brother vincent, he had convinced her to get out of nc for awhile in hopes it would help on her healing journey but the city has and always will have an iron grip on her. temperance is her canon ending (for now). while it seems nonsensical at first glance she wasn't going to take johnny's chance at a second life away from him just for her to die within months. besides, she would adapt to life behind the blackwall better than he ever could. v was always going to die young, might as well die for love, right? tags: -> otp; just the two of us - my personal flavour of silverv brainrot -> otp; mary on a cross - v & dagger (more below) -> otp; the ghost of you - v & lou (more below) -> p; a little bit happy - v & vincent -> p; my ordinary life - v & kerry -> p; rise rebel resist - rotten, the band she used to be in -> au: watch the world burn - 2020s AU -> au: generation doom - 2020s AU but more messed up -> au: say yes to heaven - happy AU johnny where gets a body, v lives, they are dating and kerry & v are best friends relations: -> vincent - twin brother also rotten's bass player -> dagger - band's lead guitarist and her ex also obsessed with kerry eurodyne (because im annoying like that) -> lou - dead ex, every day i inch closer to just scratching this ngl -> freddie - drummer of rotten, if v = johnny then freddie = kerry but ten times worse (they actually hate each other) might be kovachek's son idk sometimes i have silly ideas -> krasny - plays second guitar in the band, lowkey the mom of the friend group, will break up the fights between v & freddie, calls v a psychopath regularily Vincent (big WIP so there isnt much) full name: vincent raphael evans other: pinterest board info: same backstory as v, obviously. but unlike her he managed to heal to some extend; the polar opposite of what she is: he is happy, kind and believes that there is good in this world. moved to atlanta at some point to get away from the place and the people who hurt him (parents and v). v introduced him to the love of his life kerry and romance ensues, he even comes back to night city for a while. (i will be real with you the reason i made him initially was to romance kerry) not technically a "v" but i really dont care if you call him that. tags: -> otp; industry baby - did you know kerry and vincent are in love? relations: -> dagger - his bestie for some time, unlucky his sister broke her heart but they are still in contact -> freddie - had a crush on the band's drummer but things were messy enough already so nothing ever happened -> alexa - daughter, vincent & kerry had twins in my sims game so naturally they become somewhat canon. overachiever, became a lawyer -> rico - child (alexa's twin), rebellious nb disaster, gamer, lived in their parents house for a bit too long -> valonia - daughter, spoiled youngest child, named after v, kerry's favourite

dragon age

Athras - dragon age: inquisition full name: athras lavellan origin: dalish elf, mage (ice magic & shapeshifting) other: pinterest board | spotify playlist info: athras never wanted to eventually lead her clan so when the keeper sent her to the conclave she gladly accepted. the chaos that ensued and her becoming inquisitor, thus being responsible for so many more people really put that into perspective. she wears the dirthamen vallaslin but it extends down her arms and back, in hopes that it will help with her messed up spine (scoliosis girls rise) and enhance her magic capabilities. clan lavellan specialised in potion brewing and it's a craft she follows proudly since she has zero affinity for healing magic, which is one of the main tasks for a clans first and keeper. (she might not like leadership, but she still wants to be useful to her clan) her magic manifested as ice but later on she adapted the long lost art of shapeshifting. her preferred form is that of a raven with a wolf coming in a close second. looks lowkey evil with her dark hair, pale skin, SUPER tall stature (2m) and red eyes. she likes it that way since it makes her less approachable. doesn't like most people and hates very few. tags: -> otp; dream collector - i am forever stuck in solavellan hell -> otp; let's get this bread - after inquisiton athras builds a home in the woods and falls in love with a baker in the nearest village, their name is morgan (the shipname was a placeholder) -> otp; running with the wolves - her first big love, a dalish from another clan who happens to be a werewolf, his name is ilvin -> au: nas'taron - athras takes a nap in a temple and wakes up with dirthamen in her bones, they also fuck (can you believe i wrote "what if you fell in love with the person living in your head" before cyberpunk came out because i cant) -> au: the mad inquisitor - in order to find solas and bring him to justice she injects herself with red lyrium (#girlfail) -> au: professor lavellan - modern au duh -> au: all alone in a pack of wolves - after deciding to stop solas at all costs it finally comes to a confrontation but she caves in and saves his life at the cost of her own, she wakes up in his base of operations -> au: dhru'an'adal - ancient elvhen AU (the emerald graves grow around her sleeping body btw) -> au: dinathe'dirthelan - harpy AU i never did anything with and was inspired by my friend who did a similar au (hello reed) relations: -> mareloen - mother, she left clan lavellan not long after athras was born, she would visit when they were in the area -> rasdheas - father, lowkey a vampire, don't ask me how he dresses like that, has a lame leg -> fisara - sister, joins her at haven after the conclave because she was concerned. rogue/ bard, falls in love with josie -> deshanna - keeper of the clan and thus athras' teacher (also her aunt since mareloen is her sister), wears a plague doctor mask all the time, a little weird even for clan lavellan standards -> ilvin - her first big love i mentioned before, sort of becomes warden at some point lol -> morgan - the baker i mentioned before, they leave athras somewhat abruptly, might be my dreadwolf protag who knows -> agrippa - athras finds an abandoned child in the woods near her house post trespasser, turns out he is a mage and obviously in need of tutelage, another candidate for dreadwolf protag

[clatoera]

it's been a long time coming but

GOD here's the full review i promised I HOPE YOUR STUDYING IS GOING WELL!!!! you are going to crush your exams

about ten asks ago i asked why glimmer (and the others) were encouraged to go into the games despite people close to them knowing what goes on when you become a victor. the answer is.... harrowing at best. all the sections with glim glam and the horrors beyond your imagination that comes with child prostitution!!!! KILLED ME. GUTTED ME. i've reached out into the fic and have put her in a little tupperware with holes at the top and leaves in it and she tells me that she's much happier there and doesn't want to be a part of your fic anymore!!! LEAVE HER ALONE SHES A BABY!!!

For a girl who spends her entire life with her body and her skin on display– there's something incredibly personal and intimate about being covered up.

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT!?!?! marbles and glim glam are THE couple of all time... marvel seems a little goofy but the way he understands her intuitively CHEFS KISS MA'AM.

also thank you marvel for giving us the funniest moment in this chapter which was the hypothetical red alert everyone was going to get if cato was let loose in the streets if clove died.

the color scene in the train with everlark vs this one with clato. my god. both of their favorite colors being red like do these babies know ANYTHING that's not related to bloodshed. makes you wonder what they would actually do without the hunger games. especially cato now that he's a canon nepo grandbaby. im obsessed with the thin line between violence and tenderness that these two overstep all the damn time. will they stab each other only for it to feel like a kiss? only time will tell.

when it comes to the actual games, all of them being directly opposite each other is a CRIME and i need plot armor for all 24 tributes by next chapter STAT i better not lose anyone in there!!! they will hold hands and host the first annual talent games IDGAF i want to see marvel juggle flaming knives i want to see mags catch the weirdest goddamn fish with a hairpin we don't care about killing each other killing is overrated!!! we love friendship and peace in this house actually and everyone is friends with everyone and we all visit grandpa snow for cookies and milk he dgaf about the games either so everyone's families are safe!!

GOOD LUCK AGAIN ON YOUR EXAMS ily have a great day!

BESTIE YOU ALREADY KNOW I WAIT SO PATIENTLY FOR THESE!!

Starting with saying THANK YOU for your support and confidence in me on these exams that makes ONE of us!! I'm falling apart!! having nervous breakdowns and all that jazz!! So thank you, this means so much to hear.

Yeah so..when you sent that ask I already knew this answer. I knew it would be answered at some point, and I feel like the horrors of reading it in this chapter was far worse than the answer I gave to that ask? Like more graphic. This chapter actually LITERALLY increased my rating on the fic, because I just..felt it wasn't doing justice to tone down what Glimmer experienced. Because..it is horrific and it is awful and it's violent. I consider it one of the most heinous, horrific things that can be done to someone. And while I hated doing it to her, I felt it was realistic as to what we know from canon, the capitol, and the price she pays for being a beautiful young girl. It's horror. It's horrendous. And as you sawy you want her out of the fic and safe..theres only one sure fire way to get her out of the fic and I dont think you'd like if that happened!! (i wouldn't either). Put her in her little jar like a firefly and shake her up. You actually hit one of the big horrific points in this paragraph-- She is just a baby. Fifteen. She was a child, a little girl. And she has faced horrific horrific things .

Listen here bestie. Marbles and Glim Glam have weaseled their way into my heart and they are there to stay!! I love them with my whole heart!! I want them to be happy! Now I don't let them be happy..but..maybe one day! Marbles is a silly little man. We know that. Thats true. But he is intuitive to her and he loves her. For who she is. And thats all that really matters. Also noone gave me the right ❤️ I am a felon ❤️ breaking the law.

Also yes. Everyone knows they want to be no where near cato if clove died. He would be busy being a menace. The purge on panem streets. Hunting down Cory Snow himself.

These babies know nothing of life without the hunger games. LIke truly. What would they do, who would they be, etc, in a life without the games? Maybe his favorite color would have been evergreen or hers a pretty oceany blue. Maybe they would have had hobbies. Maybe Cato would have spent his free time getting berated as a baseball coach, and by berated I mean Enobaria by the fence absolutely verbally assaulting him for his foolishness. Cato is a legacy!! Clove would've been but her mother died. As you can tell his grandparents died before the victors vote because they may not have sent their grandson into the games. And yes! They walk SUCH a fine fine line between love and violence. It's inextricably tangled with them-- who would they be without it?

When it comes to the games!! Well!! The good news is I decide who gets plot armor and how!! I have control who lives who dies who tells this story! So uh!! Fear not!! or Fear a lot!!

THANK YOU again for your support and confidence in me! Truly Someone has to have it because it isn't me!! I'm having literal meltdowns!! Thank you thank you i love you and I cant wait to see you after next chapter!!

@lwveless

[sw4tch]

At this point I've convinced myself that I'm annoying to what used to be my main group of friends bcus

1) the roomie: must LOVE playing mind games with me because i can never tell if she's angry at me or not. I tell her Good morning :D everyday and she either doesn't reply or replies with a super annoyed tone. Which okay, not everyone can be a morning person! But sometimes I'll come home and she'll be playing games in the living room and I'll go "oh hello!" and she will straight up ignore me. She does that a lot. This is contrast to when she must be?? In a good mood?? Bcus she will have playful chats with me and smile and all that, but those moments. Well they feel rare.

And maybe it's just me??? But i would never treat her like that even if I'm in my foulest of moods so. It hurts. If anything, even if I'm exaggerating, it hurts.

Doesn't help that she's so dry in texts too. Like god just tell me u hate my guts and everything i do and go. At least i would know with certainty that you actually hate me and I'm not hallucinating how mean you feel towards me.

2) the faraway friend: stopped talking like we used to since they got a partner, and while genuinely good for them, i lost that part of our friendship and it hurt. Now months have passed so I'm like, whatever. But they used to be my go-to person to share my dumb Real Genuine thoughts and now i cant bcus. Well i know they can be annoying messages bcus I Am Me. And i thought they liked talking with me as well but since the radio silence between us exclusively then i guess. Maybe i wasn't such good conversation anyway? Ah man, i only feel this way on my side bcus i have abandonment issues and this has fucked with my head so much but overall, i have managed it! So really that's not their fault lol. But I guess it did feel like losing a friend. Anyway in this state of things i cant share my loud "OH HEY GUESS WHAT" occasional messages anymore bcus i don't think we are as close and now i am back to feeling shy with them. Thanks for nothing, broken brain. Genuinely, only a me problem.

3) la norteña: oddly enough i think she's the one I feel most secure in our friendship with agshjdjd she actually finished listening to the Malevolent podcast and we yelled about it, and the other day i had the chance to help her with an art project she had, and i felt happy!! The only sad thing is that we don't talk a lot 1 on 1 but at least i know they consider me a friend!!!! This feels like an absolute win. No notes except that i crave talking more to her bcus she's always been such a fun friend and now that we don't see each other physically i wish we could watch series together online and stuff. But idk i also don't wanna bother her a lot. But hey we ARE friends, that's something you can say.

So that used to be my main friend group, but maybe it's not anymore? I don't really want to let go because they're my besties from my university years but. Idk. Maybe this new friend group I've found in the office is a new phase in my life i should embrace???

I keep considering these people my closest friends but maybe. Maybe they're not anymore. And that's okay. People and relationships change, and it's not something negative. It's just life evolving around us, and you as a person blooming into a new version of you. It's not bad. It's okay. You're growing. Isn't that something to be proud of???

And you still have other university friends dummy!!! Ones you can 100% tell they're your friends and they like you!!!

Please. Seek and stay close to those that like you, for you. New friendships will always be on the horizon. It's okay snaily, you're navigating life. And it can be scary to see how you and others around you change. But it's okay.

You're blooming! You're blooming always!

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

Quinlan grabbed the back of the couch with one hand, and a cushion off of it with the other, kicking up into a handstand on the back of the furniture.

This provided an excellent view with which to pelt the zabrak that was coming for his balls directly in the face with a decorative pillow. The resulting howl of rage was exactly like a pissed off tooka.

"Yo!" Quinlan laughed wildly, "You also sound like a really big tooka!"

Maul's response was neither words, nor noises that something domesticated would ever make. The cushion was the first casualty, torn in half and thrown to either side.

Quinlan flipped off the back of the couch and made a run for the massive open-air kitchen across the room. Footsteps pounded on the marble floor behind him, accompanied by the jangling of Maul's gold adornments.

He shouldn't-

He Really shouldn't-

"Maaan, you even jingle! It's not a bell, but all that jewelry you got makes-"

The zabrak interrupts that train of thought with an honest to gods roar, like a big cat five times his size. Quinlan zips around the island countertop, putting it between them. Also, conveniently, hiding the evidence of how fuckin hot this was getting him.

"I'm going to make you bleed, Vos!" the techy zabrak hisses at him.

Hisses at him. This does not help his case.

"Do you promise?" he asks with a smirk as they lap the kitchen.

Maul, predictably, leaps the countertop claws first. Quinlan has to use a force power to shadow step out of the impact zone. The other man is very fast.

This is when Obi-Wan appears in the kitchen door in a black bath robe, scowling. Quinlan slips through the gaps between him and the door frame, shamelessly hiding behind him.

"Hello, good morning my most wonderful and spectacular bestie, glorious savior of the galaxy, yadda yadda. Won't you save me from the ferocious-"

Obi-Wan reaches back and grabs him by the dreadlocks, right as Maul lands in front of him. The zabrak gets snatched by the horns.

Simultaneously, the both of them make noises that aren't exactly complaints.

"I don't know which of you destroyed the pillow," Obi-Wan drawls, "but you're both going to go out, together, and find me a new one. Exactly the same. Without causing a ruckus, or there will be hell to pay. Do I make myself clear?"

"I hate shopping-" Maul spits.

"Ugh, shopping? Nooo-" Quinlan whines.

"Perfect," Obi-Wan says with his 'do it or suffer my wrath' smile.

He lets them go and turns to head back to the bedroom. "Bring me breakfast as well, and maybe I won't toss you both into the nearest sun."

The two left behind look at each other.

"This is your fault," Maul tells him.

"Pretty sure you destroyed the pillow, pretty kitty," Quinlan replies with a smirk.

"I will gut you."

"But we could have so much more fun if-"

"New pillow. Breakfast. Now," Obi-Wan calls from down the hallway.

Rules for dealing with Maul (especially in the morning):

He does not want to talk about his nightmares.

Slow blinking at him because you read on the holonet that that's how you make friends with tookas (and Zabraks apparently) will confuse him, and explaining your reasoning will not make it better

For the Sithywan polycule AU

[mimikyuvelcro]

What if all the other Hermits were in Double Life?

Ever since Double Life started, whenever I watch one of the Hermits who isn't in it, I keep finding myself wondering what it would have been like if they had joined. And more specifically, who would they be soulbound to?

So, I decided to find out for myself! I'm going off the assumption that the selction of Soulmates was truly random and so I did what was basically the virtual version of pulling names out of a hat. I took the names of every Hermit who isn't in Double Life, and put then in a list on a random item picker website. I then had it pull one name at a time, and I deleted each name from the list as I went to avoid anyone being pulled twice. To keep things fair I only did the process once and didn't reroll at any point. 

This list assumes that the current Soulbounds on Double Life would remain the same, so all the participating members of Double Life are not included here. Because the number of non-participating Hermits was an odd number, I included Skizzleman as well. If you would have rather seen LDShadowLady in this list you can just swap Skizz for her. 

Without further ado, here's the list!

GeminiTay & Cubfan135

Docm77 & Xisumavoid

XBCrafted & Iskall85

FalseSymmetry & Stressmonster101

VintageBeef & WelsKnight 

Keralis & Skizzleman 

Tinfoilchef & JoeHills 

MumboJumbo & Hypnotizd 

iJevin & ZedaphPlays 

I really love how this list came out. There's a great mixture of potential dynamics here, ranging from people who would immediately be power couples to people that would probably be disasters. And of course, plenty of chaos. Here's my thoughts on some of the pairs! I'm far from a HermitCraft historian, so I'm sorry if I don't know about any previous interactions Hermits have had and completely misread their dynamic. This is just more going off vibes anyway.

Gem & Cub

I don't know why, but my immediate gut reaction is that they would not get along. Gem would probably end up joining one of the other pairs instead, either Scott and Cleo for the gay and single alliance, or Stress and False for the girlboss energy. Cub would ally with Doc and Xisuma for ultimate destruction capabilities. 

Doc & Xisuma

Power couple. Everyone will fear them, and rightfully so. Sure, Xisuma is a sweetheart and Doc isn't that bad (or so he says). But their skills and dedication combined together would be an absolutely deadly force. That is, until they inevitably mess up one of their own intricate traps and end up being one of the first duos eliminated. 

XB & Iskall

These two would start off super excited to be Soulbound, and would work together great at first. But things would pretty quickly fall apart between them. They'd probably still work together for the sake of practicality, but they'd be snippy the whole time. I picture them pulling an Etho and Bdubs in Last Life by dividing their base directly down the middle. Iskall would try to buddy up with Stress, but she wouldn't be interested. 

False & Stress

OTP. Absolute besties, would have total lesbian couple girlboss energy the entire time. Would also be complete gremlins and mess with everyone else constantly. This might end up painting a target on their back, but they also would be strong contenders to be the winning team. 

Beef & Wels

Would have the most normal, drama free relationship of everyone. Not madly in love or hating each other, just two dudes being bros and chilling.  

Keralis & Skizz

Constant comedy. Would regularly get into disagreements, but nothing that would ever drive a wedge between them because they'd end up just laughing it off. Would try to homewreck other teams.

TFC & JoeHills

They'd quickly come up with an arrangement where TFC would mine for resources, and Joe would find creative ways to sell them to people. They might end up becoming a target, especially once people start going red, because of their accumulated wealth. Joe may also end up being tricked by Scar into doing something that would cause his death.

Mumbo & Hypno

Would be excited to work together, but Grian would constantly be trying to win Mumbo over, and it would absolutely become a tension point between them because Mumbo would claim to be loyal to Hypno while also constantly running off to do things with Grian. 

Jevin & Zedaph

These two would be the type of pair that despite their individual brilliance, would have -1 brain cells when working together. They'd have all the greatest "what could possibly go wrong?" schemes. Would either be the first team to lose or would somehow manage to win by sheer dumb luck. 

This was a ton of fun to do, and I might do some variations, maybe doing some new rolls on the current Double Life cast, or using all the Hermits and the Double Life Cast together. Also I'm really sorry if someone else has done this already and I unintentionally stole the idea!