#this things a big ol chaotic mess I love it so much

[shanedoesdoodles]

Some doodles I made on a whiteboard with my friends :oD

[instarsandcrime]

Worried Sick

So gonna start with some honesty here. This might be the most self-indulgent thing I've ever written. My theater gay ass couldn't keep away from an interpretation of a subplot from G//uys//and//Do//lls//. The idea of someone getting so worried over a Big Thing(tm) that they end up with a psychosomatic cold until the problem is resolved got me. Also Ade/laide's La/me/nt was the first thing that awoke the kink in me, so there's some BIG inspiration taken from that song and scene overall.

SO. I decided 'hey, why not' and now Lu/ci/fer gets to suffer because he definitely was not a mess when Li/lith was pregnant. Featuring a few of @glitterrosesnzz headcanons because his ideas are chaotic and I love that dearly.

Enjoy! ❤️

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It was six months into Lilith’s pregnancy that Lucifer stopped fussing and fretting over her. Instead, to her lack of surprise, her husband had decided to spoil her rotten. And although he was increasingly sweet– and she didn’t mind a bit of pampering now and again– old habits died hard. Centuries of serving Lilith in Eden had led to the occasional reminder that yes, she was safe. And yes, her fallen guardian angel needed to step away from his duties once in a while.

Sadly, this routine was not limited to using the stairs.

"Lucifer, I'm fine."

"But Lilith–!"

"They're just sore ankles, my love. Nothing to worry yourself over." The queen giggled as she pried her husband’s grip from her waist, kissing the backs of his hands affectionately along the way.

"Okay. Gotcha. Stairs good. Ankles bad but also good. Say no more." Lucifer pulled back, wringing them as they walked. Desperately trying to keep boundaries without bursting into flames. "It's just. I mean. If you trip and fall you could get hurt. And if you get hurt the baby will get hurt! A-and if that happens– snff!"

"Then it's a good thing I won't." She added, gesturing to the bottom step beneath them.

"Oh." The obsessive rambling cut itself at the stem, an embarrassed flush blooming on his face. "I, um. I see that we've made it."

"So we have." Lilith said with a fond look. She continued her journey down the hallway with her head held high– caretaker skittering to the front and walking backwards as they went.

"Lily dear, if I could just mention one more thing?"

"It’s alright, Lucifer. Speak your mind."

"Much as I hate to say it, you've been working for hours, and bending all day might hurt your back! Ugh.” He shuddered for extra emphasis, “You should be resting, not signing documents for some stuffy Goetia noble."

"And if I were confined to writing in bed, wouldn't I still be upright?" Lilith pondered aloud.

“Well–”

“And those downy pillows can only do so much.”

"Well– well yes, but! But, I…ah, shit. I did it again, didn’t I?" Lucifer mourned. Entering the queen’s large, lavish office, the demon rushed to pull out a seat for her. “Fine, fine. You win. I trust you.”

“Good boy.” Lilith purred as she graciously accepted, leaning back to peck him on the cheek. Watching with deep affection as the great demon king all but melted into a lovestruck puddle. "You know, I have a question of my own."

"Yes, my beloved?" Lucifer’s voice sung like windchimes, still stuck in his reverie.

"How are you feeling?"

"In perfect condition, Your Highness. With just a snap of the ol’ fingers, anything in the universe will be yours. You just name it!" He smirked, adding a quick little bow for good measure.

"Ah, no. What I mean is," Lilith’s gaze softened, "are you feeling anxious about the baby?"

The air around the king of Hell froze just short of ten degrees.

"I...w-well...oh, geez. That's a-ahh...a cohh! Complicated question, isn't it?" Lucifer laughed nervously between light, hiccuping breaths.

"A simple yes or no would suffice."

"Nnnnooo..." He drawled, scratching lightly at his arm.

"...Oh. Alright." His wife answered simply, turning to her paperwork.

"Alright?" 

"If you say you are well, I will trust your judgement." Lilith picked up her pen, tip hovering just above the parchment as she peeked a glance from behind. "Although, I was wondering. Have you thought of a name for our little girl yet?”

"I! Well! Um!" He discreetly swiped at his nose, "You're certainly coming up with...w-with– Ahem! With those hard-h-hih! …hhhhitting questions today, aren’t you?"

"Then what would you propose we do for her new crib? Any toys in mind?" The queen asked, very much aware of the other losing struggle that was worsening by the second.

"You always like t-to...to think...ahehhh...aheadD'SHH'hhiu! T'shhhiew! Etch'SHIEW!" Ribbons of fire poured from between Lucifer’s fangs, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to tamper it.

"Goodness, bless you!" Lilith went to stand, but Lucifer quickly waved open a portal before she could stop him.

"Gotta go for a– kaff! a sec!" He croaked between smoking coughs, "Be back soon, I promise! Don't-- kaff kaff! Don't get up, just stay off your feet!"

And with one last flickering outburst of a sneeze, the portal closed behind him.

Alone and left to her own devices, the queen only shrugged and pushed herself upright. Well. Better late than never to confront this, she supposed.

The bathroom door slammed in a hurry and, disaster temporarily abated, Lucifer slumped against it. With a hoarse sigh he shed his illusion like snakeskin, checking the mirror for what lay underneath. Puffy eyes with dull yellow pupils and sickly red sclera. Beads of sweat rolling with every wave of nausea. Scarlet cherub cheeks shifted to gold, glowing with a feverish holy blush. Groaning over a sudden realization, the fallen angel pulled back his collar to observe tiny stars that peppered the ends of his shoulder blades to the tips of his pointed ears. Ugh, and he thought he got rid of those pox-like symptoms when his form changed. He peered under his gloves and uh-huh. Yyyep! This sucks.

Stopping to scratch his cheek, he threw open the medicine cabinet and snapped his fingers. In an instant the shelves and edges of the tub were lined with vintage bottles and beakers, assorted in colorful rows. Mortar and pestles collected in the sink, covered in all different types of thick, herbal powders. Wadded tissues overflowed a once-empty wastebin, and Lucifer quickly snatched one from a nearby box to blow, wincing at the touch of his raw nose.

"Ughh. Okay, where did I leave off?" Another flick of the wrist and piles of stacked books littered the floor, each one marked with all sorts of angelic and demonic symbols. Sitting on the counter he began to read, cotton cloth pressed to his face. "Six months of this. Unbelievable."

He read aloud half-heartedly with another soft sniffle, "Angelic flu. Patient may experience bouts of nausea that make me want to die a second time, the sudden urge to cough up a fucking lung, a rash made of stardust because of course I still get that down here, an itchy nose that won’t quihh…hihhhh...! Hih-hih-hhhit'SCHHH! It'SHIEW! HIT'SHH’HHIEW!" He fumbled to catch his book before it could hit the ground, breathing a sigh of relief. "Whew! Don’t talk about the fourth thing. Got it."

Tugged along to the instructions he opened his other palm, producing an ornate teacup that graciously fell into an equally fanciful saucer. Amber apothecary vials lifted themselves, pouring small helpings of this and that as he continued. "An easy remedy to cure the chronic organic symptoms of," his voice soured, "a feeling of insecurity and frustration caused by withheld duties-- oh, for Heaven’s sake!"

He threw the book to the ground with a loud clatter. No matter how many fancy words are written, no matter how many diagrams are shown, no matter how long he’s waited and waited around for this wonderfully delicate life to come into this world–

“ET’SCHH’HHIU! Snff! Ugh…”

He's seen the same damn result every time! It's– it’s just a small case of the sniffles. That’s all there is to it. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Lucifer?" A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Is everything alright? I heard something fall."

Shit!

"Just a mo-ment!" Lucifer winced at the way his voice cracked, threatening to break down in a coughing fit. Biting the bullet he downed the tea in one gulp, waving away the medical concoctions and used tissues to another existence. "I, uh– um– spilled a drihhh-drink!"

His breath suddenly hitched and he fought the urge to drag a hand down his face, silently swearing when the remedy somehow made things worse. Every inhale burned with a strong tickle, and he pinched his nose and sniffed hard in a desperate attempt to settle it.

"You spilled a drink in the bathroom?" Lilith asked, voice tinged with quiet amazement.

Lucifer cringed as he finished the magic touches on his starry spots, "...Yes?"

The door clicked, and his guest stepped through the threshold with the sweep of her wrap dress. She circled every nook and cranny, taking in its shimmering appearance. Her gaze moved to her husband– put together and pristinely dressed, boasting a huge grin. In short, everything around her was absolute perfection.

How unnerving.

"I suppose you will be joining me in my office?"

"Your-- oh!" Lucifer nodded stiffly,  "Of course, of course! I just need more ti...t-tihhh...time– Ahem! Oh dear, 'scuse me. Had a little bit of a t-tickle there."

"I would love to invite you back," Lilith’s brow furrowed, "but it might do you well to take your own advice and get some rest."

"Hm? Did I do some...s-somethihhh...hih! S-something I shouldn’t have?" He swallowed, fighting the urge to close his fluttering eyelashes.

"No– at least, not until today. I hate to do this darling," His wife crouched, holding a handkerchief of her own, "but you missed a spot."

Before he could think Lilith wiped at the angry flush that brightened the bridge of his nose like it were a smudge of dirt, and the reaction was immediate. Lucifer gasped, eyes lined with irritated tears. "W-wait! Let's talk abouhhh...a-about thihhh…!"

"Poor thing." Lilith sighed, moving to brush the rim of his nostrils. "It's so sensitive now, too."

And with that, she kissed the tip, helping her husband hold the cloth as he snapped at the waist.

"Het'shhh! 'Tchiew! 'Tsshhh! Hit'chh-tshh!-tshhh-het'shhh! Heh'TSHHH! H-hih...H-hih!...waihhht-- 'tshh-tch! slow dowhh- down-- Hih'kschh! please-- Het'Schhh!" He begged to himself, sadly to no avail. His illusions went down, and so did his strength. "Hih-hih-hit'SCHH'HIEW! HT'SCHHH-'Tsh!-'TSH! 'TSHHHIEW! Hehhh-Ht'CHT! HET’TCHHH'hiew-TSHHH'HIEW! H-hehh- c-cad't- Het'CHHHIEW! stoh-huh!...st-stohhp...HIT'SCHHH'HHIU! Hih-hih-Hih! Hhh...ghhh..."

A slender finger pressed just underneath his twitching nose, and all that was left of the uncontrollable fit was a shaky, tired breath. "Thadk you. Snff!"

He blinked his vision into working order, bashfully taking the handkerchief to let loose another blow. All the while gentle claws stroked loose, damp locks back into place.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Three-- kaff! Th-three days."

Lilith raised an eyebrow.

"One month?"

She crossed her arms. “Try again.”

"...Six months." He cleared his throat. "But that doesn't matter! I don't have any responsibilities at the moment, and you're taking the brunt of well-- everything! Your work, the pregnancy. You should be focusing on yourself, not worrying about me."

"What? No!" Lilith took a seat on the porcelain rim of the tub, scooping the fallen angel into her lap with a warm embrace. "No, no, don’t neglect yourself for my sake. You have every right to feel nervous too."

"Nervous?"

"Of course." She urged, "Nervous that you may be a bad father, perhaps?"

"Wh--" Lucifer huffed out a laugh, scratching at his neck. "Don't be absurd! I-I don't think about that! Nehhh...heh! Snff! Never."

"Oh?" Lilith tilted her head curiously, "So the rambling, fussing, and conveniently timed illness means nothing?"

"Nnnnope! Nuhh-snff! Nothin’." The demoness nearly jumped out of her skin as large pillars of books reappeared in a flash of holy light.

"I just stopped my search at angelic flu-- which was a bust, by the way.” Lucifer continued, picking up a book to smack the cover in frustration. “That eliminates most heavenly illnesses. I didn't check curses yet, but I've got a hunch it's some type of plague. Those are all the rage on Earth these days. Actually, when we start using the stroller, should our little girl be outside on walks when another case carries over? She could get sihh-hih!...s-sick just from br-brea- snff! breathing. Can you imagine–…imagine thahh...th-that?"

"Darling." She tilted his chin upwards with a teasing smile, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Be careful. Talking about the baby too much will send you into a fit."

"Pfft! What, me? Noooo! Sure, I just think about her once in a while and wor-- consider! Consider the fact that I might mess up. And when I consider the fact that I might mess up, I tend to...to sn...s-sneehh...! Heh!"

Lucifer pushed himself from her grip, pitching helplessly into slowly soaking fabric. "Het'chiu! Hih'tchhh'hiew! Hihhh...hih! HITCHIEW!" With every sneeze his demon horns grew until they cradled Lilith’s cheeks.

"I warned you, didn't I?" His beloved huffed, rubbing a hand on his back while his breaths began to calm.

"Ughhh…Sorry 'bout thahh-hah-h-hhhah! HAT’SHHHIEW! HET’KSHHHOO! Hhheh…hihhh-hih!…ohhh…" He moaned, punctuating his misery with a loud, gurgling blow.

"If it helps break this 'curse' in any way," Lilith scratched at the base her patient's horns, and his twisted expression finally relaxed, breathing a dreamy sigh. "I think you'll make a great father."

"Mmm? Why's that?" He slurred, leaning into the touch.

"Because our child isn't born yet, and you've already worried yourself sick over her." Wide eyes snapped open, and Lilith pursed her lips to bite back a laugh.

"Ugh, that pun was terrible. Even for me." Lucifer pouted dramatically, collapsing against her. 

“I love you too.”

[scribe-of-hael]

TRANSFORMERS OC: I’m curious about the family dynamics of Overlord and his family. WonderNova is a daddy’s girl but what’s her relationship with her mother like? Moreover, what’s Overlord’s relationship with his wife like?

Why I am SO glad you asked ~ I'll started with BlightBrite first and then move down because i haven't talked about her at nauseum yet.

Overlord and Blight had a rocky start to the relationship upon meeting simply because as I like to say.

Overlord's relationship with Blight on the surface seems odd. No one thought Ovwrlord would even take a conjunx , or that someone would be brave enough to even be with him. Same goes with Blight.

His very dramatic, flamboyant, whimsical, emotional (to a degree) and theatrical. She is stoic, logical , matter of fact, cold (to a point) and poised. They are very much like a off key version of Gomez and Morticia. They both are very unapologetically themselves and they both appeicate that from each other.

Their dynamic is kinda like this. But he is an attention whore, he likes to show off and gloat. She doesn't give people attention, she doenst care about that stuff. OL likes a challenge to get her attention. He is simply like a big cat who flops on your laptop, he WILL not be ignored.

Example, this is how they flirt. 👇

BB:"You think your cute when you pout but you're not."

Ol:"Oh sweetspark you wound me~"

BB:"Please. Even if I wanted to I couldn't."

OL:"You should tell me in gruesome detail how excatly you'd do it ~"

BB:"Well you are a heavy sleeper in Stasis."

OL:"Oh I want to be awake for every little poke, stab, or electrocution ~"

BB:"You're a vile sadomasochist you know. "

OL:"And you are a wonderful beautiful Starlight~" **he leans down and she turned her helm to press a kiss on his cheek and he nuzzles ever so happily onto her**

Yeah regular bots heard them talk like this and wonder if they acutal live each other. They do. They just quip back and forth like this. Annoying her is his love language and being snarky is hers. He probably the only person he'll listen to. So pray Blight likes you enough so he doesn't mess with you.

He is a dotting gift giving conjunx who thrive off of physical attention and verbal affirmation. But she makes him earn the last two and returns her love by just wanting to be in his presence and making new toys for him to make him happy. She keeps him focused and contained, he helps her live a little and give into some chaotic fun.

They are genuinely sweet to one another. OL has had to work alot on himself for Blight (which i could get into later) and Blight has had to do some searching herself.

ON TO WONDERNOVA 💫

Now Wonder is a daddy's girl this is true. Bjlut she does have a brilliant mind, much like her mother. She has a fascination with cosmos and planetary life. Blight has a fascination with Organic planets (to OL dismay) and that carried with WN and having prehaps to many pets because of it.

She and her mother have what id call a decent relationship. Blight knows she loves her father and wants to be like him. Strong and wild. She has never faulted her for it or been jealous. Just simply how she is. Blight is see as the "bad guy" somtimes for enforcing rules and boundaries with Wonder because frankly OL spoils her and let's her get away with alot. Blight steps in when OL feels he can't bare to see his darling Sparkling cry. (He gets better but it sucks for him) but Blight is stricter.

But Blight always is there for Wonder and will help her through whatever she is going through. Somtimes Woner just wants to sit and hug her mom. She does want to help her with things and Blight let's her, she's a fast learner and Bkight is very patient. She does let Wonder Learn, she does allow her to make mistakes. Blight just wants to always let Wonder know no matter how bad it is, she can come to her. They will figure it out. It's the very rare times Wonder acts quiet and softer is with her mother, being Blight is smaller but still wanting her affection.

[devil-doll13]

Maxwell “Max” Holt SFW Alphabet

Tw: Slight Angst in Backstory mentions

Note: This was actually really fun and good for character building! I might do it for some other of my OCs at some point. Also, feel free to ship yourself and/or any of your OCs with Max, It’s always cute.

This can be read platonically or romantically in most cases.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Max is a pretty affectionate guy! Physically and emotionally, though he does still listen and watch to see how receptive you are to that. He’s considerate like that. He’s like a big ol’ golden retriever he just wants attention! Plus he deserves it, the guy has been through a lot. Give him some love.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Omg Max is the greatest to have as a best friend.

I wholeheartedly believe he is a wholesome friend. He encourages you, supports you doing the things you love, and always makes sure nobody messes with you. You two probably have a lot of running inside jokes that confuse the hell out of everyone else too. He’ll just be laughing at something you said in the shop and Leo’s just like ??? Also if you’re a nerd like him be prepared to geek out together oml. You both have movie and game nights where you just sit and eat popcorn.

You also have the privilege of being one of the two (three if you count Max himself) people who knows about his Lycanthropy, so be proud.

C = Cuddle (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Fr cuddle with this boy he’s so warm, like he just radiates heat it’s so lovely. Max is always affectionate too. He’ll sort of wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest, you can also sit in his lap if you want. He might fidget a little though, unless you’re watching a movie he’s really enraptured by.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When he was younger Max was used to living off of pot noodles and pizza. If the need to cook for himself arised he’d just microwave something. Now he’s sort of had to learn to make other stuff and he can cook well enough now and he’s proud of it. He makes a really good eggs and bacon! But french toast is his specialty, it tastes ridiculously good. Seriously ask this man for his french toast if you’re ever in the position to you won’t regret it.

As for his living space, he keeps it clean enough for the most part though it is a bit disorganised. He’s conscious of anything smelling, especially now, so he keeps on top of things on that front. It sort of has a nice character to it when it’s a bit chaotic right? Lol.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Max honestly doesn’t really want to do it at all, even if there’s big issues in the relationship he wants to ignore it because he has a hard time truly letting go and confronting the problem. It might be a long time before you really ‘break-up’ unless you can make the first move in that regard.

F = Fiancé(e) (how do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He can do casual stuff but by now in his life he prefers committed relationships rather than flings honestly. If you get to know him to the point he feels like he can share all his secrets with you, the Lycanthrophy and murder stuff? He’ll definitely want to marry you at some point.

If you do have a wedding I imagine it would be outdoors honestly. Like very casual, with just your friends and family and Max’s friends in Downings attending. Actually kinda sappy with the vows and the first dance, if he has his way the song will absolutely be Black Sabbath - Sabbra Cadabra so be warned lol.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Max can get excitable and he did use to be a bit rowdy with his brothers/friends when he was younger too. It’s not rough so much as is him being energetic, if you’re ok with it he’s probably lifting you up all the time lol. He’s receptive to what you prefer though and he’ll try to be a bit gentler in that case. He’s also become more careful emotionally as he got a bit older, although sometimes he can be a little oblivious/dense at times.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Max loves hugs! He has different kinds of hugs depending on the type of relationship/vibe going on. Like there’s the side hug where he pats you on the back affectionately, there’s the excited hug after you both find out something great, then there’s the big bear hug where he lifts you right off your feet bc of that Lycan strength.

He gives nice comforting hugs if you have a bad day and/or need to cry it out or something. He’s really warm too.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

Kinda fast, maybe a little too fast if the crush hits him really quick. It’s genuine though! Especially if you’ve been good enough to accept his secrets, he feels like a lucky man that way. Even in a platonic sense, I can totally see him going ‘I love you man/buddy’ or something like that.

He’ll say it casually, even just as a greeting and goodbye, but it still means a lot to him. Telling him you love him while looking into his eyes is always a good way to make him blush and grin.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

Max isn’t a super jealous guy tbh, he trusts you if he’s in a relationship with you. Platonic is easy unless you are intentionally leaving him out or something.

He recognises when someone is just being friendly and when they are being flirty. He doesn’t appreciate anyone flirting with you if you’re in a relationship, so he’ll make it known you’re taken if you don’t. He’ll feel real proud and happy inside if you do that first, though.

Please don’t cheat on this boy, he’s been through enough, and he would literally never do that to you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Max loves kisses! Both giving and receiving them. They really make him grin this goofy little grin. He’s definitely the person to smile into a kiss. Catch this man giving you little cheek kisses throughout the day and telling you you look good/smell nice.

He thinks it’s a bit funny if you’re so short you can’t reach without him bending down, but he’ll oblige for you every time because he’s nice like that lol.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children)

Really well! He’s still got a bit of big kid energy in himself so it’s easy for him to get along with most kids. He’s always the one giving piggyback rides and playing along with the tea parties. He honestly has no shame and yes he will wear the party hat it’s an honour?? His experience in playing d&d low-key comes in handy when entertaining kids with stories and such.

I could see him liking kids of his own, but he might have doubts due to his Lycanthropy. That sort of throws a wrench into the mix.

M = Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Usually on week days he has to get up and go to work so for the most part he’s busying about getting ready. Making breakfast, getting dressed, brushing his teeth, all that kinda stuff. Sometimes you’ll wake up to the smell of sizzling bacon, or he’ll leave a little note to let you know he’s gone in to work (with a smiley face and/or heart) and he’ll be back later. Of course, if you have work/college he’ll make sure you wake up lol.

On weekends it’s a coin toss. Sometimes he likes to sleep in and be a bit lazy, so he’ll chill with you in bed. Other times you can be hanging out or going somewhere fun and interesting. He sometimes likes going out for a morning drive too.

He can get up early for work and stuff, but he’s most active in the afternoons and evenings.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Assuming he’s gone home to unwind for the night, Max will probably stick one of his favourite records on as he tucks into his dinner. He might get a bit of writing done too now that he has spare time! There’s a lot to get done for him lol and he often can’t decide what to do with his stories in the end.

On other occasions he’ll sit back with a beer and watch a movie or TV show he’s been enjoying recently. He totally gets obsessed with it and then goes online to write a fic about it 😌

(Also he’s totally the guy that won’t shut up the entire time omg, like if you’re with him put subtitles on lol he just can’t stop commenting on everything and analysing little details. Either join in or suffer)

Max also loves to go outside and watch the stars! He totally tries to impress you by telling you everything he knows about them. He’ll take you out on a ride on his motorcycle and you can make a little night out of it. This is probably the time you’re most likely to see him open up to you too.

O = Open (When do they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Regarding stuff like his interests, his general thoughts and feelings on things he’s a pretty open book honestly. You could be coming in to get your car fixed and you’ll come away knowing his favourite Lego set or something lol. It’s more the stuff to do with his life before Downings that’s harder to talk about. He might not tell you the exact reason why right away, but he’ll be open about the fact he wasn’t in the best place.

The big elephant in the room is obviously the Lycanthropy. No one in Downings knows, only Jack is his confidant in that regard. However, once you get sufficiently close to him and he trusts you enough, he’ll tell you. He’ll be nervous and sweating the entire time. It’s honestly partly him confronting his trauma, because the last time good friends of his found out… It didn’t end very well.

The killing is also something that would be… A difficult thing to approach. But if he does end up telling you, and you accept it? He’ll thank his lucky stars he has you. It’ll honestly be good for him if he can talk to someone about it other than Jack tbh, who isn’t always the easiest person to talk to.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they)

Honestly Max is usually laid-back and live-and-let-live, but there are definitely some things (and people) that piss him off beyond belief. He tries to contain it until he can get it out using healthier means, mostly for other poeple’s sakes. He can be surprisingly scary when he’s angry.

(Of course, if he thinks someone is sufficiently deserving he may well end up killing them too…)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers big stuff, though he might forget little things. Remind him now and again, he doesn’t do it intentionally lol.

He’s the kind to remember the weirdest stuff you told him though, like that time you threw up in kindergarten? He remembers every detail that you told him down to the colour of your shirt you were wearing. It’s odd things like that that stick in his head the most.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in their relationship?)

The first time you played D&D together. It was your mutual friend Leo’s first time dming so you got to play with him and the twins, Joan and Jessie. Regardless of whether you’ve played the game before or are just learning now, you had a blast despite all the bumps along the way. Max has a way of making it all fun because of how he drives everything forward, even with Leo being kind of nervous in the DM role. His roleplaying is immaculate, it's actually quite impressive.

(Also if you are in a romantic relationship your characters were totally also dating in the game)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Max is pretty protective, this loyal boy will always stand in front of danger for you too. He knows he’s stronger than the average person because he’s a Lycan so he’s of the impression that it’s better him than you get hurt if that’s the case.

(He might eat someone who hurt you later too)

If you get protective over Max it really touches his heart. But he begs you to please don’t put yourself in harm’s way for his sake! He’d have a heart attack owndldjd omg he’d be so worried for you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks)

Dates with Max are usually laid back and fun! He loves exciting stuff like going to the cinema, going to concerts, going to amusement parks (he gets memories from when he was a kid, which is slightly bittersweet), maybe even conventions if you’re a little nerdy like him! But also casual stuff like lounging at home enjoying eachother’s company. His idea of a romantic getaway is going out stargazing too.

(Also going to a planetarium?? Yes)

He’s actually pretty big on anniversaries and birthdays and will keep his eyes peeled around those times to find out anything that’s on your wish list… He also tries to be romantic in his own funny way, but don’t expect him to be very good at wining and dining in a suit and all lol. He’s more comfortable sitting back at home with you watching a film you both love and eating pizza.

Be assured if you have any mechanical issues, with your car or with anything else, he will fix it for you. You don’t even have to ask, he’s got it done. He’s pretty strong too, partially from the Werewolf genes. If you need any heavy lifting done he’s your man.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Putting aside the occasional murder and dog smell.

He has the habit of ignoring his problems in hopes they’ll just go away on their own, and it usually comes back to bite him in the ass later.

This also means that if you end up having a fight he really just wants to stop fighting and make up again, because he hates arguing with you. Even if you’re completely at fault, he’d rather just appease you and go back to getting along again. This could become a problem if it causes issues further down the road…

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Max is sort of in the middle. He likes to be fashionably unkempt lol, his whole aesthetic is definitely intentional. He takes pride in his hair too, he always has. It’s curly and soft, you should totally feel it sometime. He loves having his hair pet so it’s a win win.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Max has at this point in his life lost basically lost his entire past life and all of his family and previous friends… It’s a question of whether or not he can lose his friends again. I think once he really gets attached, without you he’ll end up being very depressed. It’s almost retraumatising.

X = Xtra: (A random headcanon for them)

He started writing fanfic when he was like 13, but he didn’t publish anything online until he was 15-16 or so. It was kind of almost a secret because his brothers were less into that stuff than he was. It was mostly Star Wars fics (Luke Skywalker is low-key his self insert shhh) and he actually gained a small following.

He… Went on hiatus, but he’s started to write again now. He loves reading fics too, has definitely gotten emotionally attached to certain series’ as well lol.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Overly controlling behaviour, being negatively critical of people’s quirks/his nerdy interests, manipulation, disloyalty and cheating.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

This bitch fuckin snores up a storm I stg

Yeah he tosses and turns a bit in the night, not to an extreme degree but I will warn you you might have an overgrown puppy laying on you when you wake up. Also his arms are like a vice grip so if he’s holding you good luck getting to the bathroom…

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @soupbabe, @flowercrownedlady)

I didn’t want to tag just everyone because I wasn’t sure who would be interested in x reader stuff. If you want added or removed just pm or comment!

[fitzells]

heyy :) i saw you were doing headcanons? could you write something about dating stiles stilinski? i love your writing btw <3

dating stiles stilinski

warnings; none!! except some tooth rotting fluff because gem loves cute boyfriends!!!!!!!!!!!

notes; hi!! it's been a while ;) i love stiles and my head is a huge mess of domesticity and adoration so here we are!!!! this is my first hc so pls forgive me if it's a mess and/or sucks (this is basically just a walk around my adhd riddled brain anyways)

dating stiles would be nothing short of chaotic

his love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation; definitely

just hold his hand and tell him how much love him and this man is putty in your hands

he's very protective over you (maybe a little too protective)

especially when theo comes into your lives; but that's a story for another day

he gets you a bat; even if you refuse to use it

comforting him when he tells you about his insecurities

reassuring him when he tells you that he feels weak because he's not supernatural

stealing his flannels

usually he's reluctant to lend them to anybody, but as soon as he sees you in one of them???

this man is handing you them all

i honestly couldn't see stiles dating someone who isn't apart of the pack because he's weary enough around other people as it is

you're super close with scott

you've always known that stiles and scott are a package deal; so you being friends with scott was very important to you all

scott is the most lovable person in the world so it's pretty easy

ok sorry back to stiles i just love my baby scotty

you and stiles are definitely the comedic relief of the pack

sleeping over at his house more often than not

cuddling all the time

literally in any position; doesn't matter whose head is on whose chest or who's the big spoon

noah adoring you

but also noah bullying stiles for how whipped he is

he's very comforted by the fact that stiles has someone that he can rely on and talk to (because lord knows he's the king of hiding things from his dad)

forehead kisses!!!! stiles loves when you give him forehead kisses almost as much as he loves giving you forehead kisses

you guys are best friends. BEST!!!! FRIENDS!!!!!

at the start of the relationship; both of you guys kept some stupid secrets from each other to protect the other one

both of you realising pretty soon that's dumb

telling each other everything after that

being that one couple that is disgustingly in love

even if you had an argument and are giving each other the silent treatment

y'all will still send each other heart eyes from across the room

okay this is a mess but in conclusion

stiles stilinski is a big ol' softie who absolutely adores his girlfriend (or boyfriend or just significant other; lord knows that man is a raging bisexual)

[infcinity]

hello babes! welcome to event 13, wow cannot believe we’re onto the 13th event! in honor of that, here we have a slightly chaotic plotting and starter call not only bc i’m a mess, but also bc i deleted my first one so that was a sign to go crazy go stupid! to which, i will not be capping any of my starters for the moment, i may later on if i get too overwhelmed, but with that being said, please don’t request more than six things per mun! 

please let me know who you would like a starter for & which character of mine you would like it from! please tell me & don’t just say anyone, bc i am the worst when it comes to picking random threads! 

and for the plotting portion, if you give this post a big ol’ like i’ll slip into ur dms and we can get some plotting done and cause some chaos hehe!! 

i won’t be posting these starters until the morning of the event, well the afternoon for me lmao bc of time differences, but i’ll be keeping track of them and will be adding them to my queue for them to be ready to post! 

anakin skywalker ( 1 / ?? ) padme

𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 - anakin is going to be a firebender, all he’s ever known is that he can use the force, but now he’s def going to be unintentionally setting fires because he cannot control them emotions of his at the best of times? but adding fire into the mix is the worst freaking thing that could have ever happened. he will mostly be trying to stay away from people ?? bc he doesn’t want to hurt anyone by accident or cause anything to happen with the fire? 

annie james ( 1 / ?? ) hallie

𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - listen, for a university student this is the best thing ever ??? but like she’s going to be very freaked out, but she’ll def be using this to annoy her sister to get back at her for all of the pranks lmao. 

ben solo ( 1 / ?? ) jaina

𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕤 - this isn’t much different to the force?? but ben isn’t liking not having the use of the force and will be ultimately quite freaked out bc he’s been used to having the force for his whole life and now he’s just got some new power that he needs to attempt to get the hang of? no bueno lmao - esp not since he’s majorly got a hold of his temper & sorted his life out, so he might be a lil cranky during this. 

bilbo baggins ( 2 / ?? ) thorin, arwen

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 - as soon as bilbo finds out what this power is, he’s going to have a fit - he doesn’t really like hurting people and has only ever done it in instances where it was needed, but then again, this power would have come in handy back then - but he will be avoiding using it at all costs and will not be hurting anyone! 

brienne of tarth ( 4 / ?? ) myrcella, catelyn, sandor, ygritte

𝕘𝕖𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - listen, brienne is going to be freaked out?? not only can she turn into a tiny dragon, she can manipulate the earth around her ???? she’s not going to use the things if she can, she doesn’t want to make anything happen, but def watch her just being a dragon and noping out for the duration. 

dimitry ( 2 / ?? ) anya, katie

𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 - this mans has had enough trouble to deal with in his life lmao, so i just decided to keep him the same and give him no extra powers - but he’s going to be so confused seeing all of these people being able to do stuff that they couldn’t before lmao. 

ella / cinderella ( 3 / ?? ) charlotte, ariel, kit

𝕔𝕙𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕤 - she isn’t as freaked out as she probably should be? she’s always loved nature, so being able to grow flowers and shit is going to be really exciting for her! 

ewan mckinnon ( 3 / ?? ) abi, marina, maddie

𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕤 - ewan is p much freaked out by this whole mood thing ?? like the ability to sense moods is not something this man needs, nor really wants but ig he’s stuck with it now!! but he probably won’t use it much, unless there’s someone really annoying him?? he doesn’t exactly really want to change people’s emotions for them. 

fennec shand ( 0 / ?? )

𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 - fennec is tired enough with having to deal with everything she did and does on a daily basis, so i left her alone for this event lmao, but mostly because she would be a completely menace with half of these powers and would probably cause some trouble lmao. 

helena ravenclaw ( 1 / ?? ) salazar

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕤 - she will def be pretty freaked out?? like she’s only ever used magic before and this will be something new to her and she probably won’t handle it very well?? bc she’s had such a bad time in her life lmao, she is going to be trying to avoid people as much as she can. 

jeyne poole ( 1 / ?? ) vex

𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕕 - ngl this is pretty exciting to jeyne? she loves nature and loves animals? so watch her transforming into an animal or some shit and just hiding out in her apartment while all of this is going on.  

jiang cheng ( 1 / ?? ) jiang yanli

𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 - this is the worst thing he could have ever got? bc now he’s gonna know if people are talking shit he’s looking at u wangji, this is going to freak him out and he’s not going to like it one bit, so he will be very irritated and will be snapping at everyone and he mostly won’t mean it, unless he does mean it which he most likely will. but he’s not going to enjoy this, being able to hear everything going on around him is going to be lowkey overwhelming, get him some earplugs! 

katherine pierce ( 1 / ?? ) stefan

𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - katherine is mad about not being a vampire anymore, mostly just bc she’s vulnerable as a human and she really doesn’t want to die again, and the fact that she can read minds is freaking her out lmao. so she’ll most likely be staying away from the people who could kill her lmao, but she’ll also be looking for people who can keep her safe from any danger now that she’s human and vulnerable, will def use the telepathy to her advantage. 

kirei monsula ( 3 / ?? ) omega, luke, sion

𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 - this is the last thing she needs lmao, she doesn’t have the greatest luck at the best of times and will now just have a trail of bad luck following her lmao. will probably be hiding out in her room as much as she can to avoid the bad luck tbh. 

lan sizhui ( 4 / ?? ) wei wuxian, lan wangji, jin ling, lan jingyi

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕣 - sizhui is currently the avatar and he’s extremely confused how he got these powers? but as soon as he figures out what some things are, he’s going to be really excited! he will most likely get himself into some trouble tbh don’t tell his dads, and will probs do it by showing off for his friends.

lin beifong ( 2 / ?? ) asami, ikaris

𝕗𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 - lin has lost her powers before? so this isn’t any different, except that it is lmao, she is going to be pretty irate and freaked out over this whole situation. she can fly now???? what is she an airbender? she’s going to be annoyed bc she won’t have any idea how to control this and if anyone laughs at her she’s picking them up and dropping them back from a height. 

lydia martin ( 5 / ?? ) theo, isaac, malia, scott, peter

𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪 - listen, lydia could already lowkey hear voices before and it almost drove her insane???? but now hearing them all of the time ?? ur gonna see her being really confused and feeling like she’s going insane all over again. 

mai ( 0 / ?? )

𝕗𝕒𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 - ngl mai is not thrilled about any of this?? she was happy just being normal without any powers or anything like that. but now she’s got these things happening, she’d going to be slightly more agitated than normal and will def be slightly emotional? bc she’s never had to deal with anything like this before, so she’ll be so confused. 

margaery tyrell ( 2 / ?? ) olenna, jorah

𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕤 ( 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕣 ) - margaery is going to be so confused at the fact that she can now turn into a deer? she was perfectly fine with just being normal, but she’s def going to be hiding in her apartment because she won’t have any idea how to control this - so we’ll def see her unravelled from her normal perfect version of herself. 

natasha romanoff ( 3 / ?? ) wanda, yelena, peggy

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 - natasha isn’t exactly thrilled about this whole pain thing? she prefers to protect people rather than hurt them - it reminds her too much of her days in the red room, which is something that she doesn't want to repeat. so she will be avoiding using this at all costs. 

niye ( 1 / ?? ) jester

𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 - niye had never felt the need to have any sort of power and has never felt left out amonst people who are benders and this probably won’t change that tbh? so she most likely won’t use any of the spells, but that’s majorly because she’ll have no idea what any of them are lmao. 

rhiannon fawley ( 0 / ?? )

𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 - rhiannon is freaking out ?? not only does she not have the use of her magic, but now she has these weird powers that she has no idea how to use!! she has no idea how this happened or why she can’t use her wand anymore, so she will be v angry and will be pretty snappy at people, which will be more than she usually is lmao. 

robb stark ( 1 / ?? ) jeyne

𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 - mans has gone through enough in his life? so i decided to give him a somewhat chill time this event lmao, but we all know that it won’t be chill bc things will be happening bc of people having all of these powers lmao. 

sarra palpatine ( 2 / ?? ) sella, sion

𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - she’s not exactly thrilled at having any sort of powers?? she was quite happy not being able to send thoughts into peoples minds or seeing things that might happen in the future?? so she’ll mostly be hiding away from everything sdfdf

sirius black ( 3 / ?? ) marlene, fliss, frank

𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - listen sirius is pissed that he can’t use his wand and turn into a dog lmao! but being able to manipulate energy? he’s def going to use that to cause trouble and probably to yeet a few death eaters, soz fam, that’s from me not sirius hehe.  

sokka ( 3 / ?? ) suki, katara, toph

𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕟 - sokka is going to be freaking the fuck out, he’s lived his life as just a normal guy with his boomerang and now he has these freaky abilities that he has no idea about? tho he is lowkey annoyed that he never got to be a bender, that would have been fun! but he’s going to be so ??? at the fact that he can see the things people are going to do before they actually happen? so catch him just screaming the whole time. 

tauriel ( 1 / ?? ) kili

𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - listen tauriel isn’t thrilled about this?? she doesn’t really want to share her thoughts with people? she’ll mostly be avoiding any physical contact with everyone who isn’t someone close to her, bc those are really the only people she’d share thoughts with?? 

winter celchu ( 2 / ?? ) leia, satine

𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 - u know this is the funniest thing that winter could have gotten, she’s not had the best love life and it’s hilarious !!! she’ll be ignoring the whole matchmaking aspect of it and will def be using the beaming to get places and will be using it to sneak up on people lmao. 

xue yang ( 8 / ?? ) xiao xingchen, wen ning, nie huaisang, hua cheng, hope, xie lian, wangji, nie mingjue, wei wuxian

𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 - listen, this is the worst thing that this idiot could have!! but here we go, he’ll most likely be using this to be an asshole, so you know how this is going to go dfdf!! he is literally the worst person who could have got the ability to make people do what he wants? this back home would have been so dangerous, so he’s going to be taking full advantage of this and just making random people do stuff for him and probs making people fight bc he’s an asshole.

[albatris]

I have Missed blorbo blursday and I don't wanna overwhelm u with asks, but also,,,, if you are up for it,,,, may we get some facts about Riley?? Because Riley seems very cute and nice,,

I also have a tune for you! I recently discovered the song Tangerine by Nolune and it's a Very Good Tune. Makes me a little emotional in a good way

ooh, hello, I'm very late but thank you for the ask!! :D

first of all, WHAT a good tune omg..... just lovely.... gorgeous song <3 thank you for sending it, it makes me emotional too :'))

and uhhhhh yeah, Riley! Riley is good, lots of love for Riley over here, I like her a lot hehe. she is indeed very cute and nice!!

Riley lives in one of the apartments across the hall from Nat and she's a fellow vamp, and was turned about six years ago :3 she was turned voluntarily but I haven't pinned down exactly why yet, though I have my suspicions...... she regrets it, but tries not to dwell on it too much

she's the first friend Nat makes without Quinn's help! for her first appearance in the story, she senses the presence of A Vampire in Nat's apartment and knows Nat is a weird paranoid hermit who, to her knowledge, has never had a single person over to his apartment in the three years he's lived there....... so naturally she assumes some vampire has gotten inside somehow and is going to eat her weird neighbour lmao

she very anxiously attempts to break in and save him, and they have an extremely awkward spiderman meme moment at the door where she's like "are you ok do you need help??????" and he's like "dude what?? I was just taking a nap??? I'm fine???" then they both have the Oh I'm Staring At Another Vampire realisation at the same time

anyway, ye, Riley is very cool....... a popular gal who makes a good first impression.... polite and friendly but with a big ol' mischievous streak....

she loves bright colours and clashing patterns and zany makeup, her fashion tends to be very eccentric and bold and she gets a lot of compliments on it, that and her signature multicoloured hair, which changes frequently c:

she loves dramatic soap operas and old horror movies. she's a bit of a vampire film buff and has a running ranked list of which are the most accurate. she personally has a fondness for the really horrible monstrous scary vamp films, in a sort of jokingly self-deprecating "haha look it's me!" sort of way :c

she doesn't have a fatal sunlight allergy the same way Alex does, but still gets nasty burns and blisters pretty quick so she's mostly nocturnal too. she works as a tour guide for haunted locations and does ghost tours, basically! she also often writes about ghosts and the paranormal for little magazines or online journals.... she and Shara from ATDAO would get along so well. ghost time!

she's great with kids because she's basically a big chaotic kid herself, and great with adults because she's good at pretending she's not just a big chaotic kid xD she's bubbly and mischievous and loves a bit of good-natured chaos. she's a prankster and often takes Nat for a bit of a ride, seeing what ways she can mess with him or what silly things she can make him believe...... mostly because he's a very very very new vampire and doesn't know left from right yet lmao. but it's all in good fun :3 she's a big sweetheart and loves to fuss over her friends (of which she has a LOT)

in terms of vampiric activity, she just hangs out at shady bars and eats creeps. extremely valid. bigoted dirtbags talking a little too loudly, people slipping things in other people's drinks, dudes who get too handsy without consent or follow people home. eat more creeps 2k22. she's not always particularly subtle and quite a few humans who are familiar with her turn a blind eye when some unpleasant bastard mysteriously goes missing lmao

she knows about Quinn's reputation and has made a point to stay as far away from them as possible, n she's extremely worried about Nat being involved with them....... she doesn't want him to be taken advantage of :< she's quite terrified of Quinn and wants him to be safe! she's part of the reason Nat stops letting Quinn push him around so much, her care and encouragement definitely have a big impact on him

though Riley has a very bubbly and cheery personality, she's super fuckin depressed and extremely high anxiety all day every day. she was already an anxious human and vampirism aka "If You Didn't Have An Anxiety Disorder Before, You Do Now!" disease of course exacerbated this...... she's less prone to paranoia than most other vampires, though, probably due to her open and trusting temperament as a human

mmmm one final fun fact about Riley is that...... I always imagine she and Yvonne would get along SO well! I think Yvonne would be fascinated by Riley tbh, for...... reasons :3 well, for reasons thematically related to Yvonne's character arc, but that I won't go into here because they're still simmering in my brain and not ready to be rambled about yet!

so in my head, although Yvonne and Riley don't actually have much of a chance to get to know each other, I always think under different circumstances they could have been very good friends..... we can throw Zeke into the mix for some fun too :D

in terms of shipping with the rental car gang I'm always just like "idk just do whatever!" and Riley/Yvonne is such a good one..... have considered writing aus where [REDACTED] doesn't happen and the two get a chance to become close..... Riley/Yvonne/Zeke love triangle also has fun potential hahaha

chaotic vampire + chaotic human + chaotic vampire hunter. perfect. chefs kiss

or more likely both the chaotic vampire and chaotic vampire hunter think the human object of their affections is just some ordinary sweet normal girl and she turns out to be ten times more chaotic than both of them fjdjdks

anyway. yeah! :D

[kpoppwriter]

Dating XiaoTen~

❧ Anon asked: I came to you as I saw you recommended on another blog for writing NCT and WayV!Poli and I'm SO HAPPY! I can't help but imagine most of the boys swing both ways and would be open to that kinda thing as well, so it made me SO HAPPY to find poli HCs with that! Also, YES, Ten is a switch on my head, really a 50/50 one, and I'm always happy when I see people not pining him down strictly as a dom or a sub.Since requests are open, I would love to read your take on XiaoTen being poli - their dynamic is a really interesting one and I don't see it much explored, and having those two balls of chaos, laughter and confusion as partners would be lovely!

❧ A/N: I’ve been watching Criminal Minds for the first time and I can’t stop watching it

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

♡ chaotic and playful in the best way

♡ you all roast and tease each other 

♡ in jest of course

♡ random late night outings to the convenience store

♡ gotta get those sweets

♡ I feel like you all would share clothes frequently 

♡ it was Ten’s idea

♡ he really wanted to see you and Xiao wearing some of his clothes

♡ also wanted to wear your guys’ clothes

♡ then it sorta became a thing you all do 

♡ why have couples clothes when you could just wear your partners’ shirt?

♡ I feel like Xiaojun is a bit of a romantic

♡ so he’ll wanna do cheesy romancey things

♡ like stargazing or a fancy dinner date

♡ also he’d would wanna have a cute couples item

♡ I think it’d be jewelry, maybe a bracelet 

♡ that’s something I think both boys could agree on

♡ you’re never gonna get called by your name

♡ you’re either gonna be called a cute pet name or a funny nickname

♡ it’s one or the other

♡ or a mashup of the two

♡ be prepared for a never ending prank war

♡ I feel like there’d be all sorts of little pranks between the three of you 

♡ nothing too extreme but fun little pranks

♡ one of you will prank the others then someone will get revenge 

♡ and it’ll be a never-ending cycle

♡ these two seem quite cuddly 

♡ Xiaojun would need some time at the beginning to get used to it 

♡ in terms of being forward enough to be cuddly with you

♡ but he’ll be super affectionate with you

♡ we all know Ten is gonna be affectionate from the start

♡ neither are too big into PDA but it’s different in private

♡ these two are big ol’ cuddle bugs 

♡ spicy spicy time ~

♡ so...kinda kinky duo

♡ it’s mostly because of Ten lmao

♡ in terms of d/s, they’re both switches 

♡ idk why but everyone thinks Ten is a dom

♡ can’t relate 

♡ I don’t think Xiaojun is that kinky 

♡ he seems kinda vanilla

♡ but a few things I think he’d like is marking and manhandling 

♡ and that’s both giving and receiving 

♡ he’d be ok to trying things though if you wanted to 

♡ Ten is a little more adventurous 

♡ he’s willing to try anything under the sun and wants to 

♡ like, he wants to experiment 

♡ if you’re willing to 

♡ you all will be a mess of bites, bruises, and scratches by the end 

♡ I swear you’ll always have a hickey peeking out from your clothing

♡ you’ll think one is gone but two more will pop up

♡ those jerks 😂

[velveticamoon]

AOT : HOLIDAY HEADCANONS

these totally weren’t supposed to go up yesterday ahaha- 

P.S: this is my first writing post!! i thought it would be an easier transition by writing hc’s, and i got my friend saniya (@bokesaniyaboke) to help me out with writing them, so i hope y’all enjoy :) (enjoy our 2 am chaos-)

i have more writing planned for the future too, and decided that i’ll be writing for: 

- attack on titan

- bungou stray dogs 

- free!

- fugou keiji: balance unlimited. 

don’t be shy to send in your requests, i’m more than happy to do them ;) 

anyways, i hope you guys enjoy, let me know if you want more! and to those of you that celebrated, hope you had a merry Christmas :) 

LEVI

Decorating the house with him!! Except he’d be trying to get out of doing it at first lol

He’d be pissed about the mess that would come with decorating the house 

But if you keep pestering him enough he’ll eventually give in lol 

He’d be very meticulous about which decorations go where, but you’re just gonna have to put up with that 

Pls don’t complain too much, he really wouldn’t be doing it with anyone else 

(in the words of saniya: “ur the only exception be happy about that)

Idk why but i feel like he’d be really good at hanging up the lights?? With the placement and whatnot? 

He probably has a very keen aesthetic eye i feel like (saniya: “pinterest but as a person vibes”)  

At the end of it, while y’all are sitting on the couch drinking some tea, he quietly mumbles how he likes the work you two did 

But you felt like teasing him and he got all huffy and said it louder, obviously calling you a brat right after cuz why wouldn’t he 

EREN 

Ask him to make gingerbread houses!! pls he’d be so excited about it 

He’d even go to the store himself and get all the supplies on his way home and you both wouldn’t waste a minute to start a baby

Look he’d start getting competitive (pls we all know how he is) and would turn it into a competition so be prepared for that lol 

But when his gingerbread house falls over he starts getting angry

Proceeds to drive to the company’s factory to break it down in his titan form (there’s no stopping him now) 

Gets Armin to join him and they smash the houses in their titan forms together LMFAOFNDND PLEASE IM WHEEZING- 

But for real, he’d probably get pouty, and turn into a whiny baby

Don’t call him out on it though he’ll just get even worse lol  

Shower him with kisses right after and he’ll be blushy but he’s fine dw about it 

He’ll get over himself eventually and then proceed to ask with a boyish grin on his face if you wanna give up and just eat the houses as they are 

Y’all end up with stomach aches but it’s fine he makes it a little more bearable :))

MIKASA 

Making ornaments (pls it’d be so cutenjdjn)

Saniya: “she would stab me with an ornament and i’d say thank you” 

Comfortable silence with a little chatter here and there

Every now and then she rests her head on your shoulder (softie) 

Just like Armin, getting super flustered and blushy when you compliment her 

She helps hang the ornaments onto the tree and the tree turns out to look so pretty

Would take your hand and sit the two of you on the couch and just admire the tree in silence 

It’s so comforting you slowly feel like you’re about to fall asleep 

Make her some hot chocolate pls all she really wants is to cherish this atmosphere the two of you have created, all huddled up on the couch together 

She’d totally fall asleep cause the girl’s always working in overdrive pls does she even sleep-

Make sure she’s warm alright?? If u don’t i’ll stab you ;)

JEAN 

Watches hallmark movies with you, only to make fun of them (romance at it’s finest amirite) 

Popcorn fights while watching them 

Will get mad when you see a horse and say “look it’s you horse face” 

He says the dumbest pick up lines during the movie as an attempt to impress you 

“hey y/n, can i have your picture so i can show santa what i want for christmas?” 

“jean, we’re literally dating-” 

Something romantic will happen in the movie and Jean will continuously ask you to recreate that scene. “y/n can we-“ “if your about to ask me if you can spin me whilst ice skating, then no” “aw :(“ 

Oh to be spun by jean while ice skating- but that’s not the point 

Wrap him up in a blanket while watching the movies, he’ll melt 

Call him out on it and he’ll turn into ereh 2.0 (aka another whiny baby) 

Jkjk but he’ll definitely try to deny it cuz u know he’s a “biG oL maNLy maN” but he’s a softie ;)

ARMIN 

Making holiday cards with him 

When you bring up the idea his face lights up instantly it’s the cutest thing omg

I can see him bringing his own supplies to help with getting started

Envelopes, letter paper, markers. Hell, he’ll show up with glitter markers (those things are god-tier istg-)

he gets super flustered and red when you compliment his card

SUCH A CREATIVE BOI

If you mess up on your card he’s totally gonna be there to cheer you up!!

“Hey don’t worry, you can just start on a new one :D”

He probably won’t ask but he lowkey wants the card you messed up on cuz he thinks it’s cute

Makes cards for everyone and then takes you with him to deliver them

Would be really shy at the post office cuz he’s never done this before 

*cue you falling even more head over heels for him because he’s just so?? endearing?? it’s insane??*

Eventually, he gets the hang of it and ends up having a really fun time :D

Let him be the one to place the stamps on the envelopes, it’s ~therapeutic~ for him 

Overall, he’s probably the best person if you wanna use this as a healing opportunity tbh, the entire day is just filled with the calmest atmosphere one could wish for, and the smiles never leave your faces, even after you’ve finished

CONNIE 

Snowball fights w/ our resident baldy jKJKJK

Pls you wouldn’t even plan for it to happen 

It just kinda,, did,, 

Y’all we’re walking through the park, on your way back from lunch or something 

But you decided to make a pit-stop at the park cuz you saw an ice cream truck (do y’all know how rare those are in winter?? I’d be running to get to it pls i have no self-control) 

Anyways, other ppl had the same idea, so now y’all were standing in line waiting 

As he was looking around, his eyes landed on some other kids throwing snowballs at each other, and ideas started forming in his head uh oh-

And there just so happened to be a pile of snow right next to his feet- 

Y’all can probably guess what happened- 

“Hey y/n” “yeah-?” *throws it right at your face* 

And so the war begins 

Two words: S N O W  F O R T S. pls ppl would be concerned as they walked by and saw y’all just trying to fucking PUMMEL each other (sounds like fun tho i wanna do it now :( haven’t done it in years pls-) 

But you have to stop it before one of you gets hypothermia considering how long y’all have been going at it 

Anyways, he’ll buy you a hot chocolate to make up for making you frozen to the bone dw :)

SASHA 

Popcorn and cranberry garland 

Look away for one second and the popcorn is gone but you don’t really mind

Make sure to bring a second batch of the popcorn because the first one WILL be gone 

(maybe even a third stashed away-)

She’s really excited about it tho!! But didn’t expect it to take so long omg 

I imagine her to be really clumsy while making them, so pull a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie and help her out while holding her hands ;) 

She probably won’t notice what’s going on for a good minute tho 

Pls be patient she’s doing her best 😔🤚🏻

But once she does she has the cutest blush on her face pls (i just love her a lot can y’all tell-) 

She’ll eventually get the hang of it and you both make really pretty garlands!!

She suggests hanging it up in the bathroom as a snack pls-

HANJI 

Caroling with them omfg- 

It’s gonna be chaotic

The neighbors hate y’all but its fine 

Look man if ur like me and can’t handle people being loud all the time bring earplugs cuz it’s gonna get L O U D

But if you tell them that their screeching is giving you a headache they’ll absolutely tone it down!!

But don’t be surprised when they inevitably forget about that-

But if you're more energetic than I am then have at it ;) 

Pls me and my lazy ass could never handle that- 

Anyways when y’all reach the houses where they refuse to open the door?? Hanji’s breaking that shit down and hollering into their house at the top of their lungs

Ur literally gonna have to drag them away before someone calls the cops 

Moblit pls get over here and collect them I’m begging u dude-

Don’t be surprised if y’all spend the night in jail that’s just how it’s gonna be oops 

[weetrash]

Remember that poll I had you guys do for Sanemi or Bokuto? Wellhere ya go. UwU

Sanemi is always protrayed as such a touch and wild character but after reading the manga, I honestly feel like he’s just a big ol soft boy. Yeah he likes the rough stuff but he takes the most thought into his slow and passionate sessions He definitely has a lot of that chaotic confident energy even when he’s being romantic though.

Sanemi is the type to where when he’s having a bad week, his favorite thing to do is to cuddle up against YC and grumble about how pissed he is. So just imagine angry Sanemi but being all cute and cuddly while he complains.

YC never minds and will tend to agree with and console him while petting his hair. Sanemi is the type to lay on YCs stomach while he’s grumpy so when YC is petting his hair, he’ll start to calm down and focus his frustrations onto a different outlet. Sanemi would start kissing and caressing YCs tummy and just responding to her in soft hums. YC will be like, “Sanemi! Weren’t you just upset?” And Sanemi will just be like, “Mhm..still am.”

He would just keep kissing and playing with YCs body, occasionally groping her ass and thighs while he lightly bites and nips at her exposed abdomen.

Of course as YC moans and whimpers, it just feeds his lust and she ends up being edged and tormented by him for what feels like forever. He would just have her in her shirt while he toys with and rubs her drenched folds.

Hes still being all gentle and loving about it though, until she starts trembling from the intense teasing. Then he would lay behind her, his lips on her neck and his fingers now slowly flicking and rubbing over her bud while he whispers into her ear, “You know I hate people who don’t speak up for themselves.”

YC would be a trembling mess by this point and clinging onto Sanemi for dear life. “Sanemi...please...please don’t tease me like this...”

Sanemi then lifts her shirt and starts groping her breasts, “Go ahead. Be honest with yourself and tell me how bad you want me to stuff your little hole.~”

He would taunt and tease her until she just pathetically begged him for more. Sanemi would just spend the next hour slowly driving himself deep inside of her while whispering about how good she feels. Just saying things like, “Why the fuck are you always so tight? Its so damn addicting.” “Do you hear how loud it is when i push it in like this? At this rate your voice won’t be the only thing the neighbors hear.”

He would def just taunt and tease until he loses all control and just slaps himself deep inside of her with no restrain while whispering how much he loves her in her ear.

[sunshinetoshi]

Who do you ship your moots with?

AHH okay i was planning to eventually make this even if no one asked HAHA so tysm cause who knows when that would've come out lol

this got LONG so they will be under the cut <33

also i did the moots i more regularly interact with/have gotten pretty close with. i have more moots that i haven’t gotten to know too well yet bc i’m shy pls but reach out if you want heheh <33

okay i know yall have your faves but i wanted to go for slightly unexpected ones that i can also see (it might sound like i’m talking out of my butt but i swear i’m not akjsdf i spent more hours on this than i’d care to admit. so at most i am ✨r e a c h i n g✨ HAHA)

@daichis-kitty daichi ofc but.. TANAKA. i know you love tanakiyo buuuttt i think tanaka could make you laugh so much (sometimes most times unintentionally and he would be so heart eyes whenever he does) and the thought of you two on the dancefloor makes me so hype HAHA. and those late nights or early mornings he’d be so gentle and soft and romantic (he feels like a physical touch love language guy) and he’d be so supportive of you no matter what

@luvbub akaashi ofc but.. IWAIZUMI. very caring and romantic bf (who would make sure you DON’T sleep next to a pair of scissors). and i think he fits cause he can have some banter with you and you’d make him laugh and get flustered AND i pictured you and him wearing matching crocheted bucket hats and now i will not be swayed otherwise. i think the aesthetics and vibes match (and if anyone can help your wallet relax it’d be iwa trying to scold you that you have enough yarn oh who am i kidding. in fact he’d enable it sometimes bc he thinks you deserve the world)

@love-oikawa oikawa ofc but.. SAKUSA. i feel like sakusa is a really big romantic and you give me that deep love kind of vibe and the two of you together would be so heart eyes wow. like it’d be so?? dreamy. yes. dreamy indeed. he is very sweet with flowers, letters with cute poems he’s come across, and little trips you’ve always wanted to go on but he also would love a quiet comfy day in bed with you.

@kuroos-simp kuroo ofc but.. MATTSUN. i feel like the vibes match bc he’s not a super loud guy but he can get deep in chaos at the same time. would have you in that belly-ache laughter. lots of lighthearted teasing. i think issei also likes late nights in just the two of you. also picture mattsun blasting one direction with you. would be a big fan. that big ol tree just head banging to no control or something HAHA. this is also looks-wise i think it’d be cute!!

@lilshortcakess osamu (i think?? i think i saw on your blog once that he’s one of your faves. lol what if i said chan HAHA) okay okay osamu ofc but.. SEMI. okay shared love for music. constant humming songs with the two of you it’d be so cute omg. also he loves how soft your aesthetics are?? OH you could totally get him to watch rom-coms (he’d be a lil snarky at first but he falls in love with them heheh)

@gg9183 konoha ofc but.. KITA. both of you give off such pretty and soft aesthetics BUT there’s so much more to you two. like that aquarium post of yours when you said kita would ABSOLUTELY mess with you. mhm. i think you get kita more than other people do and that would show in a relationship. he’d actually be very teasing and making you crack up and other people are surprised but you’ve always known. but he also takes SUCH good care of you. hubby material.

@theuntamedmulti aone ofc but.. ASAHI. another gentle giant HAHA. but this one was kinda specific okay i remember that one time you were talking about dressing kinda edgy and recently i saw a post about asahi getting piercings to look cooler. so yall would dress edgy and look immaculate and maybe slightly intimidating but the kicker is that you two have these hearts of gold and it’s amazing. we love to see it.

@daichidaichidaichi daichi + ushi ofc but.. TERUSHIMA. okay i’m pretty sure i’ve told you that look-wise i ship you with teru but if i havent then now you know asjdf. but i also think you two would have good back and forth but he’d never try to push your buttons like most people would think. no, he’s too soft for you. wants to treat you like a princess. i also think you both are bubbly and like to joke around (also lots of flirting lol)

@targaryens-blog tendou ofc but.. ATSUMU. you have a very kind heart and i feel like you’re the type to understand others in ways most people don’t care to try and do so i feel like the way you would connect with atsumu would be something he has hardly experienced and it can be really special. he is very much a sweetie and i think you two would be very supportive of each other even if it seems like you two have different interests. lots of laughter!!

@sunalma suna ofc but.. TSUKKI. HOLD ON HEAR ME OUT. i think it’d actually be a more chill relationship than you’d think. bc you two are more alike there’s a connection where you two just move in sync. also he’d love all your music recs and in a way you’d chill him out and get him to laugh more and i think that’s sweet (also i think yall would be good together looks-wise too ooo)

@starlightte osamu ofc but.. FUTAKUCHI. OKAY. I FEEL KNOW YOU WON’T AGREE. BUT THIS IS JUST FOR FUN BAHAHA. first off he might not be your type idk but he’s a very pretty tall boy and i think look-wise it could look cute. second your personalities could be nice together - it would be a very teasing and flirty relationship but he also knows when to get serious and take responsibility so it would be fun but mature. small bickering might be frequent but they don’t hold actual weight. he will go to the ends of the earth to make you happy.

@mochi-marie asahi ofc but.. YAMAGUCHI. just two absolute sweethearts being together. i really like the idea of you being a little more teasing compared to tadashi and he’d get flustered but you’d also get him to get more comfortable over time. BUT ALSO yams can get kinda chaotic sometimes (when he would subtly join in hinata’s antics lol) so yall would have a blast together and end up cackling together.

@shoyotime akaashi ofc but.. ENNOSHITA. okay you might be thinking HUH. BUT i think in a similar way that akaashi can draw in some of your chaos and keep you on track with a task ennoshita can do the same. BUT ALSO i feel like ennoshita has a chaotic side (like how daichi also has a kinda chaotic side) so it’s not like you two would be complete opposites. if anything he’d let himself be a little looser around you bc he’s more comfortable. and it’d be one of those things where you and his friends could be doing the same thing but he’d only yell at them bc when you do it it’s actually funny or something like that (lol basically he’s a simp).

@tsukkisfatsimp iwaizumi ofc but.. MAKKI. i can just imagine all the memes you two would send one another. and sometimes when you two speak it makes no sense to anyone else but there the two of you are laughing your butts off. but also he’s a v sweet bf and wants to give many many cuddles and smooches. so pls give em to him.

[akuzonprime]

how do you get inspiration for these omg like the ones you make just fit???? do you have like certain scenarios or headcanons for each of the boys or is it just a random thing??

The ideas just come and go as I go through my day HAHAH at the most random times honestly. As for the character assignments... issa struggle. Sometimes, I know who I’m thinking about in a flash, sometimes the character is the first thing in the blurb, and other times I’m constantly changing who it is while they sit in my drafts HAHA. It’s a trial and error kind of thing while I try to picture the scene in my head, like “who’s most likely to say/do this?” It’s like a test of dynamics and prompts, if that makes sense? That being said, yeah, I do have a certain image of them in my head, which directly translates to the ones I paint in my posts. hmmmm for me they’re like this:

To start it off, Lucifer is subtle, all hidden smiles and stolen moments. His feelings are quiet, but they’re free flowing. It’s like slow dancing in the living room at midnight or sweet lullabies. There’s a lot of fondness here, and a bit of craving on his side.

Mammon is the sweetheart here (next to Beel) and is 200% bitten by the love bug. He���s in a constant honeymoon phase! It’s always playful and fun, which is why he doesn’t have angst content yet

Ah, and best friends to lovers? That’s my trope for Levi HAHA. It’s overdone, but it fits so well! I like to see him as this long-time high school boyfriend; it’s familiar and comfortable. I wouldn’t really say that the relationship is entirely innocent, but it’s leaning towards the soft vibes.

People would think that I should write angst for Satan since he’s my fave brother, but that’s exactly why I can’t do it. I’m definitely biased in this sense hahaha. Look, he can’t grasp his emotions, can’t figure them out, so when you come along and make him feel all these things in just one year? Bruh. It’s like that magical first love we read in stories and wish it came true for us or am I the only one who thought that idk w yall HAHA

When it comes to Asmo, it’s always tender and loving. I want to make it seem like he’s still relearning love while he’s with you, that sensation always pulling at your heartstrings. Compared to Satan, it’s more on the volatile and fragile over here, hence the angst

Beel is like Levi and Mammon, leaning more to the fluff and softness, but the former has occasional angst content. He’s got his moments of insecurity and fear, but most days he just wants to be with you, no matter what either of you are doing. He’s this big ol’ soft boi that just wants cuddles

For Belphie, hmmm, I try to make him cautious and wary, unsure about things while simultaneously being certain of his own feelings for you. He’s in conflict, but doesn’t want to lose you, so he’s kind of vulnerable and doubtful, but he’s trying

Oh, yes, dear Solomon. He’s got more angst than fluff. I like pairing him with the soulmates or lost lover tropes. He’s been around for a while, but he’s still human - he’s lonely. He could have all the riches and wonders of the world, but he can still lose you, if he hasn’t already. That kinda thing. Or he’s that chaotic neutral funny boyfriend you just mess around with.

Contrary to popular belief, Simeon is one of my favorite characters. The angst potential in this relationship! He’s an angel; he deadass saw what happened the last time one of them fell in love with a human. So if and when he catches feelings for you, and realizes it? Oh my, oh my. He’s at a push-and-pull conflict with himself between wanting and running.

Haha so, it will NEVER be romantic for Luke. Other than being the little brother type, I like seeing him as the naive person who’s learning the ways of the world firsthand. If I could write more, I’d have a full-on story of him questioning all his values and morals as he stays longer and befriends the demons lmao fun

Ah, Barb! I love torturing him with angst. He’s always one step behind, whether on purpose or not. He’s restrained, always pining for you. He overthinks so much that when he FINALLY indulges himself in you, he loses all reign of control. It’s why he can’t move on in my posts haha

Diavolo... I rarely write him as I don’t have a good grasp on what I think of him yet. So far in what I’ve written, he’s always stolen MC from the others HAHAHA Dia stans send help please

[traumatized-motherfuckers]

CPTSD and Core Beliefs (Your lens, built on traumatic fuckery)

Alright, so you know I have this Patreon thing that I try to make worth your while in return for your economical help. One of the benefits is the good ole’ monthly ask me anything. And I love it. Because the questions are great. And they push me to dig into topics that I was procrastinating. This month’s AMA is a particularly good one! A question that needs to be addressed, anyways. So it’s perfect. Let’s aim for two birds with one stone.

Our good friend Cassie - you know her by now - asks, how do you identify core beliefs and start to change them? Which is a very simple and very complicated question.

  So, to take a step backwards, what she talkin’ bout?

  Well, one of the internal issues that complex trauma sufferers have to rectify is their belief system. Between our core beliefs and our inner critic, we have a lot going on in between our ears to keep us downtrodden and destitute.

  We’re talking about what I call Fucked Up Core Beliefs here… which are your trauma-born core beliefs. Again, called FUCBs because when you discover them, you’ll likely whisper to yourself, “wow, that’s actually really fucked up.” These sentiments are like the lenses that you surgically stitched onto your face several decades ago in response to your upbringing, as your little mammal brain tried to understand its place in the global hierarchy and how to be chill about it.

 The framework you built from your early development and beyond, that all information still filters through today - both on the way in and on the way out of your head. The words that stream through your brain consciously or subconsciously to shape the ways you appraise… everything. Yourself, your life, your past, your future, other people, and everything that happens in between.

  So, essentially, talking about the ways you interpret your existence and the collected pool of knowledge from where you make decisions, and therefore the ways you act. If this is starting to sound like a big deal - it is!

But it don’t come with a big flashing sign. The Challenge

These beliefs are challenging to figure out because:

  One, they were adapted early on in your life in an effort to understand the circumstances around you or directly downloaded from the sentiments expressed in your environment. When you were first establishing your perspective of the universe and trying to figure out how to navigate it based on the clues presented.

  Plus, the harder part is… because of the early adoption, you’ve already accepted the idea for so long that it doesn’t even seem like a “belief” to you - you’re not choosing it and it’s probably not apparent to you - it’s just the secret narrative running in your head that corrupts all later data. Not cognitive thoughts that you’re directing on purpose. You probably don’t have recollections of the time before you believed such and such to question what you believe - these ideas are solidified in your head with as much certainty as the alphabet.

  So, you might believe you’re a worthless piece of shit as a function of the neglect and abuse you experienced, a way to explain the mistreatment to yourself from a young age… OR you might believe you’re a worthless piece of shit because mom, dad, sister, and society directly told you so. But either way, many years down the line, it’s difficult to pinpoint either of these originating factors as memories fade or to even question the validity of the thought… or to even notice the thought.

  Two, if your family of origin was always repeating the same sort of thoughts and you later associate with people who make you comfortable to be around (i.e. probably have some similar views of the world), you have nothing to compare your beliefs to.

  Your environment teaches you what’s normal. There’s no reference for what is and isn’t healthy, fair, or functional if everyone is drinking the same kool aid. And, unfortunately, in traumatic environments, folks seem to congregate around the fucked up beliefs to protect them with a mutual unspoken agreement. Accept the accepted narrative of the group or be outcast. The same story is replayed on repeat from all ends of your social circle, so why would you even begin to think there’s another way to look at things?

So, if mom, dad, cousin, uncle, grandma, neighbor, peer, teacher, and media are all telling you the same reality exists, how would you ever even begin to have the wherewithal to think otherwise? The thought probably never crosses your mind. The sky is blue, grass is green, and the world is a miserable place where everyone is trying to take advantage of you.

  Three, again, I cannot over-express how insidious, subtle, and generalized these things can be. Fucked up core beliefs affect how you see and process everything. Again, like lenses or an instagram filter permanently applied to your corneas. So, there’s not necessarily one life-effect linked to one-FUCB for easy detection or one event that will cause a clear-as-day defined belief to come shooting to the top of the pile. More like, you very slowly realize you have an unhealthy view or twenty about yourself and the world that have sorrrrrtof impacted every single area of your life now that you spend years considering it.

  Thinking you’re a worthless piece of shit, for instance, has led to you taking low-level jobs with chaotic schedules, living with an abusive partner, and settling for living in the same environment with the same behavioral patterns that you’ve known your entire life. It’s also allowed you to give up exercise, eating right, staying sober, and trying to make any life-improvements. Why bother spit polishing shit? And here you are, wondering why you feel awful about yourself and don’t enjoy anything you’ve created in your life.

  But. It’s not that simple to sort out, or else we would have done it already. You probably haven’t ever purposely considered how commonly this impression is operating below the surface of your actions. Realizing that the belief “I’m a worthless piece of shit who deserves nothing” and trying to change it would be like pulling out the wrong Janga block - everything it has been supporting suddenly comes tumbling down and you’re left with a real fucking mess to rebuild from the bottom up. And, to top it all off, no one ever even taught you how to create a sturdier structure in the first place.

  Fourthly, from some of my own learnings, I’ve come to the conclusion that the core belief, itself, doesn’t even have to present itself at any point to be making a difference in your life. They are so deeply ingrained in my brain that my thought center just naturally uses them as a jumping off point, without even directly touching on the words that might ping my brain as unusual. Just like we can subtly detect risks in our environment that set off our warning bells without ever creating a conscious thought to go with the arousal, I feel like I can apply a core belief to my world without ever noticing the accompanying stream of consciousness.

Sometimes I feel like fucked up core beliefs have become so accepted over time that they’re feelings more than cognitions. As if they’ve become so reflexive through repetition that you have muscle memory - an intuitive response that bypasses your logical brain recognition threshold and jumpstarts shittily-related thoughts… and those will actually register on your thinking scale. But at that point, you accept the novel-feeling thought and never note that it was actually spawned by a very old recording.

  Which is to say, you might have to work on identifying your fucked up core feelings before you can get to the thought deeply buried underneath. Taking a meta break from the episode to tell you, I’ve never thought about that so thoroughly before. But Fucked Up Core Feelings definitely sounds like a solid description of my world. I guess we also have FUCFs to go with our FUCBs from now on. Anyways.

  With all of this in mind, I’m sure you can start to see why these fucked up core beliefs are a big problem. Hell, if you’ve listened to this podcast for more than a few episodes, you’ve definitely heard that I’m still challenged by my own. Like, when I say that I’m freaking out because no one should listen to me and I feel like an imposter - I believe that I’m not good enough to share information with people. That I’m too flawed to even express myself. This is a problem for, say, podcasting. Or, living. And I have to fight it all the time.

  Long story short.

  Your core beliefs are sneaky, they can be comprehensive, and they are hardwired into your brain as your default system for analyzing everything on the planet. Again, kind of like looking for goggles strapped to your face, but in reality you had lasik surgery about 30 years ago.

  So, if you aren’t constantly on the lookout for core beliefs and actively working against your pre-programmed ways of assessing yourself and the world around you… they will get out of control, cause a fair amount of avoidance and defeat, and set you back several steps in your mental health management… plus, potentially your entire life, if you make any big decisions out of this unhealthy mindset. Which you will, because that’s how the brain works. I’m almost certain that you have some experience with this already.

If you ever think things like: The world is a dangerous placePeople are cruelI’m not good enough I’m not smart enoughI’m not enoughI’m brokenOther people don’t like meThere’s something wrong with my personalityI’m not allowed to… (live like others, have nice things, be happy)I’m not one of those people who… (has money, has good luck, gets what they want)Shit is just harder for meNothing ever works outLife is always hardI can’t.

Then you’ve had some fucked up core beliefs floating around in your head.

 These are some super broad ones for the sake of demonstration, so don’t disregard highly specific beliefs that might relate to your particular circumstances or upbringing.

  If you haven’t ever noticed yourself thinking these big shitty picture things… check again in all your deepest nooks and crannies. I think a lot of us TMFRs operate from some version of the narratives above - plus, much worse. Like I keep saying, these beliefs might not be in your conscious thoughts, so much as they’re directing the show from behind the curtain.

How do we pull it back? Discover the beliefs ........

Keep reading or listen up at t-mfrs.com

https://www.t-mfrs.com/podcast/episode/532f2b1c/core-beliefs

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Sometimes a premonition is destined to happen

Hi all, 

This is the craziest thing I’ve written in a long while and the strangest part about it is that my top three oddest pieces of writing have all had a Greek Mythology worldbuild. It’s what the ancient Greeks would have wanted.

This is my Secret Santa 2020 gift for @bunathebunny and my prompts were ‘Percy Jackson AU’, ‘turning into cats’, ‘no soulmate AU’,  ‘Jason x Luka’, and ‘Stephanie x Marinette’. There were a few other requested ‘fors’ and ‘against’s’ I was able to include here, but I have to say, this was the most reader-specific thing I think I’ve ever tailored. I hope you like it!

FYI: “~~” indicate POV changes, and while I ended up breaking this into chapters, this is essentially a oneshot. I curse when Jason is the narrator since I can’t see Jason as Jason without it so if that’s not your thing be forewarned. This is also cross posted on AO3.

@maribat-secret-santa-2020

Chapter 1

The camp was noisy, with people’s inner songs reaching out to the treeline in a mess of chaotic synergy. Word had arrived that Artemis and her hunters had just reached the outer edges of the barrier around the camp and the camp-goers who were not busy with sentry duties or away from camp were frantically working to put the finishing touches on the new lodgehouse erected for Artemis’s feast. Artemis was one of the more frequent godly visitors to Camp Half-Blood, but it was rare that she deigned to make the visit official, much preferring to conceal herself as another half-blood or a visiting instructor under a different guise. As son of Apollo, Luka was aware of a more mischievous side of his father’s twin sister, and the grating cacophony of sound combined with the foreboding feeling he felt down to his bones stemming from this impending visit was just on the edge of overwhelming for him. 

Finding a quiet area was relatively easy, all told, though his senses tried to disagree with him as they quailed from the near sensory overload all he had to do was move to the outskirts of the lake as he followed a very familiar and well worn path. As Luka approached his boyfriend’s House, that marrow-ache he always felt from prophesy tightened in tandem with the relief that enveloped him as blessed silence cloaked him in it's comforting embrace. It seemed that the adventures of today wouldn’t be as easy to dodge as he’d hoped, but it was comforting to know that his boyfriend would be along with him for the ride.

~~

Jason was having a no-good gods-be-damned day. 

He’d been woken by Emma and Darcy who had managed to get into what appeared to be no holds barred fight to the death a four in the fucking morning. Emma, the eastern screech owl he’d found a few years before making his way to Camp Half-Blood, was hooting up a storm and fluffed to Elysium while Darcy, the mustard-bellied snake Luka had given him about a year and a half into their relationship lunged at Emma’s clawed legs with his teeth extended. Suffice to say, he wasn’t happy to wake up like that, and it served them both right that they were now separated on either ends of his lodge by a verifiable army of skeletal mice. It made a sort of macabre justice to see them cornered and policed by their own undead meals as he had left his lodge after breaking up the fight. 

He was currently in the mess hall grabbing food, but it wasn’t much of an improvement over his living quarters. The raucous environment grated on his ears after a less than full night’s sleep and the fact that it was mostly the higher pitches of the girls making most of the noise didn’t help matters. The porridge he’d grabbed was looking less appetizing by the minute. 

He’d just decided to give up on his breakfast when Jason heard a familiar voice call out “Hey bozo, whatcha up to this fine morning!” at the same moment another body hit his side. Jason faintly registered the girl who hit him let out an “oops'' as this action pushed his hand into his spoon and sent mush into his face. Miraculously, not a drop landed on the perpetrator, which gave Jason enough of a clue to know the identity of both the girl hanging from his shoulders as well as the girl still approaching from behind him. 

“What. The. Fuck.”, Jason deadpanned. Taking a napkin from the center of the table, he did his best to wipe up the mess even with his tag-along making the stretch all that more difficult.

“Aww, don’t be like that, Jay. Marinette didn’t mean to do it, you know that.” Saying that, Stephanie slid on to the bench on his other side, leaving Marinette to cage him in from the right.

“Sorry, Jason. Next time I’ll check my landing!” Marinette added with a cheeky little grin.

The nerve. Jason couldn’t really say this minor level of chaos was out of the norm for his friends, but after his early wake-up call Marinette’s clumsiness wasn’t appreciated. 

“Why the fuck are you two so energetic today? For that matter, why are all the girls acting like Eros came for a visit?” Jason asked. 

Marinette piped up stating, “Artemis and her hunt are set to arrive today! Steph and I aren’t on sentry duty so we won’t get to join the welcoming party, but that just means everyone who isn’t on duty can join Artemis on her hunt later today!”

“I think she’s looking to recruit some new huntresses, and after her last visit to the Amazons, this is the next spot scheduled.” Stephanie confided. “Obviously everyone only means all the girls, so that’s why you’re hearing mostly girls talking about Artemis’s visit.”

“Knowing your luck, you’ll be offered a spot and rope Steph here into joining too.” Jason directed to Marinette with a raised eyebrow. 

“I may have luck on my side, but I doubt Steph or I will actually join.” Marinette responded, continuing over his head with a smile, “I’m too happy with you to give all this up.” 

Jason could see Steph smile from the corner of his eye as he wiped the last of the oatmeal from his face as she replied, “Babe you and me both.” 

“Not that this isn’t exactly what I want to hear before eight in the fucking morning, but I need to get back to my cabin; I left Emma and Darcy in time-out and I need to re-up the power behind the undead mice keeping them away from each other.” Jason reluctantly got out.

“Ha, what the fuck? I thought those two got along, did they decide to wake you up, Mister Grumpypants?” Stephanie teased him even as Marinette relinquished her vice hold and scooted to the side to let him up. 

“Sure as the Underworld, they decided 4AM was the best time for it. I swear, good ole pops must have remembered I existed for once and decided to have E and D play messenger or somethin’.” Jason grumbled as he got up and grabbed his tray. 

“Don’t be a stranger! You won’t like the consequences, Jay!” Stephanie called out.

“Yeah-yeah-yeah, I got it. See you guys.” Jason said as he waved over his shoulder and dropped his bowl off at the clean up station on the way out.

Jason made his way back home, not in a hurry to arrive but not making any stops on the way. His father didn’t do him any favors in the PR department, and most camp-goers avoided him on principle. It wasn’t like there were many demigods with Hades as a father, and most avoided children of the Big Three out of practicality if not fear. Jason soon found himself entering his cabin, pleasantly surprised to see his boyfriend Luka calmly sitting waiting for him on the bed, gently strumming his guitar. Less pleasantly, it seemed his broken concentration at breakfast cost him a few skeleton mice enforcers whose bones were strewn across the floor and a clear path of destruction was shown leading from the corners each animal were previously penned into to the center of the room. He couldn’t see any blood and it looked like Luka had been able to calm them down as Emma and Darcy were now perched on his shoulder and leg, respectively, but it didn’t take a genius to see that they both weren’t done fighting.

“Hey love, I didn’t expect to see you until later today, what had you up so early?” Jason queried.

Giving one last strum to his instrument, Luka pulled a hand away to capture Emma in one hand, preventing her from diving down to the snake anklet just visible from under Luka’s pant leg. Darcy seemed content to stay where he was curled around Luka’s warmth. Sometimes it was eerie watching his boyfriend’s knack for precognition in action. Mostly, it got him hot.

“There were too many conflicting songs near Apollo’s cabin this morning so I woke up early. I came over here for some peace and to see you.” Luka calmly replied.

Nodding, Jason moved over to the washbasin, washing his face and hands, a simple “wait a sec” enough for the time being. He wanted to hug his boyfriend, gods dammit, but he didn’t want to do it with porridge on his body. 

“Marinette struck again.” Jason complained, “She managed to land on me without me hearing her or her shadow reaching me first and got me covered in my breakfast. Not a drop landed on her, Luka! Luck shouldn’t be that powerful, babe.”

Luka’s eyes twinkled as he grinned and said, “What did you expect, mon beau, she is the daughter of Tyche.”

“The minute she and Steph got together it seemed they were a match made specifically to punish me. I swear, if Steph uses her powers on me one more time to rig another prank in her girlfriends favor, I will fill her bed with dancing bones.” he said as emphatically (read: dramatically) as he could.

“Sounds like a plan.” Luka full-out grinned, hardly able to get the words out. Once he’d gotten a bit of a handle on his response, Luka continued, “What do you say about joining me on our date a little early? Since we’re both up, let’s try to get to the river fort a little early; we might be able to watch the hunt from that vantage without incurring Artemis’s wrath.”

“Ugh, yeah, lemme just…” Jason said as he pulled power from the ground, focused on the mice bones scattered around his cabin. Commanding the dead to do his bidding wasn’t all that hard, but he wanted to make sure both Emma and Darcy stayed away from each other so he also instructed the shadows to form a barricade, making sure that the shadows understood that they needed to remain opaque and in between his companions while he was gone. That done, he turned to Luka and caught the tail end of his softened expression which never failed to soften his own brow in return. 

“Ready, love?” Jason asked.

“With you? Always.” Luka replied.

Chapter 2

Jason found himself following after Luka as he moved through the forest like he belonged. Most of the time, he found himself bringing up the rear as it was easier for him to keep in contact with the shadows a step or two away from his child-of-the-sun boyfriend. Jason felt more secure being able to keep in touch with his shadows as they acted as an early warning system for any ambush. His time on the run while he made his way to Camp Half-Blood gave him a healthy dose of fear for the unknown and a respect for the utility of his powers to keep himself and others safe. With how distracted people had been that morning, there was no telling what might have slipped past the sentries divided attention. 

Luka was up ahead, likely channeling the song of the forest as he usually did on these hiking dates of theirs. Today’s melody was a bit more playful, with individual notes that rang out loudly every few chords. With one last set of instructions to the shadows, Jason left them and pulled abreast of his boyfriend.

“Were you able to eat before you made your way to my cabin, Luka? I didn’t see you in the mess hall.” Jason began.

Still strumming, Luka responded, “No, I had a feeling that we should stay together today and try to get to the fort by the waterfall as quickly as possible. It feels like one of those omen-filled days.”

Small chills went down his spine as Jason digested that information. The fort was pretty far away from the residences and probably the furthest training ground in Camp Half-Blood. They would sometimes go to it on their days off since the location was hardly ever visited so he hadn’t thought much when the spot was originally proposed, but Luka’s intuition was never to be taken lightly. Even though they’d been walking for an hour or so, talking or enjoying each other’s presence, there was still a way to go to reach the fort. Time to get a move on, then.

“In that case, babe, let’s get moving.” saying that, he placed his hand on Luka’s hand holding the guitar, making eye contact, and after a gentle squeeze he let go.

~~

Luka knew that the music would have helped, but he was weak. They’d been dating for over three years at this point and friends for almost five and he was still weak to those eyes.  Sometimes Jason seemed to reach inside his chest and squeeze his heart to pulp, the only thing left the breath in his lungs calling him to sing. Sing his feelings and leave all else to the wayside. 

It meant he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going.

It meant he didn’t feel fate grab hold.

Jason with laser focus on the path ahead and him with his head in the clouds, it meant they stumbled upon the hunt in progress without realizing it. 

~~

Chaos. Stephanie couldn’t have stopped the trainwreck that just happened to save her life. Unfortunately, her friend’s lives might be at stake at this point, so that just wasn’t gonna cut it. Time for damage control.

Stephanie and Marinette had joined the hunt after Artemis called for volunteers for the day stating that a training session was in order. They’d been tracking the golden buck that was the star of the hunt for almost two hours at this point and it was getting close to midday. The sun was shining almost directly down on the buck as it paused in a clearing where the animal trail intersected with one of the paths more commonly used by camp-goers. Stephanie and Marinette were shadowing Artemis while Artemis’s third-in-command waved three other girls to fan out to surround the clearing, both groups moving in tandem to corner the buck and lead him on a chase to the river. The purpose of the training exercise was to learn how to pursue large prey and tactically block all escape rather than a simple kill the buck, otherwise their team of demigods and goddesses would have finished the hunt over an hour ago.

Unfortunately, it seemed her dumbass friends didn’t get the memo and stumbled directly on the clearing, obscured from view until they were directly in the sunlight. As they came into view, the buck stiffened and the game was up; the buck’s nostrils flared and the animal ran in the exact opposite direction as intended, straight for Artemis. 

Artemis swiftly shifted from the red-haired youth she had chosen for the hunt to a body with an Amazonian stature, her hair shifting to a sleek brown and her features shaping into an adult countenance. The buck, startled, reared up and attempted to hit the goddess, hooves aimed to cut and bruise. Artemis swiftly moved around the buck’s shoulder, pulled a knife from its sheath at the base of her spine and slit the buck's throat as it’s feet came down, spasming as it fell to the ground.

Sternly, moving to face her friends, Artemis’s booming voice could be heard: “What nonsense goes here? Who are you to dare ruin this hunt?”

Stephanie bit her tongue to avoid speaking on their behalf. Her own powers beat with Artemis’s thirst to mete out her comeuppance on the boys. 

Her eyes cut from Artemis’s back to Jason’s as he straightened his spine and stepped further into the clearing to state: “Apologies, Artemis, we didn’t intend to interrupt your hunt. I was hiding myself and my partner in the shadows to avoid startling your prey, but it seems luck wasn’t on our side today.” 

“Son of Hades…” Artemis said thoughtfully. “Your father has been kind to my children lately. I may be lenient on your punishment because of this. However,” here, Steph could see Artemis’s head tilt to fully view Luka, “Apollo has been quite impertinent lately. You, I do not feel so kind toward. You, I may turn into a boar for today’s hunt and I might not guarantee your safe return to humanity.”

The threat hung in the air. Stephanie so badly wanted to intervene. Perhaps...her eyes cut to Marinette’s and a moment passed between the two. Darting her gaze to Jason’s, she mouthed the word ‘luck’ and ‘Tyche’ to her girlfriend, hoping Marinette would be able to pick up her plan.

“Artemis,” Stephanie spoke. “Perhaps a middle-ground would be satisfactory. Marinette over there is the daughter of Tyche and I am the daughter of Nemesis; perhaps she could help you verify their claim about luck and I could propose a suitable punishment?”

Artemis half-turned around to view her as she contemplated the offer, her eyes piercing as their color shifted with her thoughts. Stephanie could feel her breath catch in her throat as she waited for Artemis’s response. 

“Hmm, I suppose you all are still young, perhaps my usual punishments for men who interrupt a hunt can be bent.” Artemis’s gaze turned in Marinette’s direction. “What say you, daughter of Tyche? Are your powers strong enough to judge their statement true?”

Stephanie could see her girlfriend straighten her spine and tuck her chin determinedly before she replied, “Yes, I can do that.”

“And you will answer truthfully? You know I will know if you lie.” Artemis warned.

“Yes.” Marinette swore. 

“Hmm. Very well, show me your skills.” 

Marinette stepped forward, circling around the fallen buck and towards the boys. Jason was leaning just the slightest bit forward, while Luka seemed at ease. Stephanie’s eyes caught Luka’s and the amount of Zen in them was calming. Hopefully, he was calm because he had foreseen this gamble pay off. Stephanie could see Marinette’s hand raise to face their friends and a light pink glow started to emit from her hands, forming the Greek words for ‘ominous end’ over Jason’s head and ‘bright mayhem’ over Luka’s. Below, a timer formed, showing Luka’s current luck to have started at sunrise that morning, while Jason’s was marked in years, days, and hours. It wasn’t clear from what Stephanie could see whether Jason’s timer was moving backward or forward. It gave her chills either way.

Marinette’s voice rang out with her verdict: “Their luck was at fault today. It appears the Muses found these two to be fun to play with. Chance was at play.”

Shaking herself out of it, Stephanie stepped forward and pulled that sense of vengeance and judgement to the forefront of her mind as she spoke, “Since the hunt was not interrupted maliciously and was due to bad luck shared between the two, a shared punishment would be best. I propose the boy’s take the place of the buck in the hunt, but ask that they fall to no harm and their punishment ends at sundown. Do you agree this punishment is fitting, Artemis?” 

A mirthful chuckle left the goddess’s lips while a yelp exited Jason’s. Stephanie kept her eyes on the goddess’s; the boys were on their own if Stephanie let on she wasn’t as impartial as she wished to appear to be to the goddess.

“If a time limit is what’s called for, daughter of Nemesis, then so be it.” Artemis said. “I agree to your proposed punishment and am willing to ensure no permanent harm befalls them so long as they stay within the boundaries of Camp Half-Blood, but if we only have until sundown, they’d better work hard to keep the hunt challenging. You two won’t be prey animals, oh no, let’s see what predator’s you’ll be.” 

Artemis didn’t wait to hear from any of the campers present, including the boys, waving her hands in their direction even as Jason opened his mouth to argue. Jason’s comically open mouth shifted along with the rest of his body into the form of a mountain lion, leaving a large cat with a panting mouth in his place. Luka’s form shifted to that of a European lynx, even that unflappable friend of hers looking ungainly and awkward from the suddenness of the change. 

Both boy’s clothes and bags had disappeared in the shift and Stephanie couldn’t help hoping that they’d return with the boy’s human forms when they were changed back at sundown. She shuddered at the thought of leading two whining toddlers back to camp in nothing but their birthday suits, and if Luka lost that guitar he wouldn’t be able to play for her anniversary dinner with Marinette. There’s no way she’d be able to propose to Marinette without Luka’s musical help. Stephanie sent a prayer for continued good luck towards her soon-to-be mother-in-law, stepping back as Artemis said, “Let the hunt recommence!”

Chapter 3

This was worse than any stint he’d pulled in the Underworld. He’d lost Luka a while back when another hunting party found them. Luka had bounded for the trees and he’d headed in the direction of the river. His powers weren’t working in this form and it bit him pretty deep as it felt like an entire sense of his was missing. Since he’d ‘woken’ back up from his near perma-death after his mom had died and learned to access his control over the shadows and bones around him, he’d come to rely on them pretty heavily without realizing it. 

That was probably why he’d gotten Luka and himself into this mess in the first place; he didn’t realize that the clearing was entirely devoid of shadows and it was too close to midsummer for the clearing to allow him to hide in the shadows like he was used to. He’d managed to escape the hunting party on his tail but he was worried for his partner; moving in a new body and effectively becoming prey wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.

~~

Luka could tell that this series of events was what his intuition was telling him would happen when he woke up this morning. All told, it wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever gotten himself into, and it was kinda cool to be able to leap from tree to tree and traverse the forest at this pace. It seems like most of the hunters had moved towards the river, as he hadn’t encountered any other hunters after losing his tail near the cliff face further inland. He was currently making his way towards the fort, figuring Jason would manage to follow the river to their intended destination without too much worry. For now, he’d enjoy this new body and feel the new rhythm he could feel through his paws and his nose while he waited for sundown. 

~~

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck fuck. 

Claws were not for him. Whoever (read: himself and most definitely Steph) got him into this mess, they’d pay. That was the fourth hunting party he’d encountered and the second time he’d had to cross the river and backtrack to hide his tracks and he was sooo not down for the feel of wet fur. This just went to show how feathers and scales were so much better and why Emma and Darcy were the only pets for him; he could tell he wouldn’t want to pet an animal with fur for months after this.

Currently, he was hiding in a tree, taking a page out of his boyfriend’s book and hiding in the trees rather than at ground level. He could see Marinette and another girl from a different hunting party conversing about 10 yards away; there was no way he was getting down or giving away his position anywhere near where Artemis’s party could be found. That psycho goddess had it out for him, lenient his ass.

~~

Marinette could tell Jason was hiding in that tree, the water puddle slowly forming underneath him was a dead giveaway. She loved the goofball too much to actually hunt him though which was about the only bit of luck he’d seen today (she could tell). Honestly, he’d have been caught at least seven times by now if she hadn’t miraculously shifted the tides of luck surrounding him or redirected other hunters like she was doing now. Mirabelle was a nice girl, but a little too vicious to let her in on the game she was playing, so she was focused on sending her off on a wild goose (or cat) chase as soon as possible. 

“If we pincer attack, we can pin him down. “ a branch broke off from Jason’s direction and fell on the ground, causing Marinette to pause and do her best not to glare and give away the game. “...does that makes sense?”

“Yeah, I think the best bet would be for me to go down and try to pick up the trail, and run him back to you. Sounds good?” Mirabelle said.

“Yep, let’s do this!” Marinette sweetly smiled in reply.

Mirabelle nodded, turned, and Marinette watched her go, waiting until she was out of earshot to say, “You are the absolute worst human-in-cat-form I have ever seen.” 

Marinette marched over to Jason, seeing him freeze and look her dead in the eye. It wasn’t exactly easy to tell what Jason wanted to say, but she could fill in the gaps for him.

“You, monsieur, are going to give yourself away at this rate. I’d like to keep you in one piece if it’s all the same to you, so here’s what you’re going to do: head inland and away from the river. We were driving our prey towards the river to trap it, so any hunting party worth their salt will be crawling along the riverbed. You are going to head to the fort upstream and hide; not many other camp-goers go there as frequently as you and Luka do and it’s your best chance to stay out of Artemis’s sight. Stephanie and I will continue to run interference, but you are acting like a teenager going through a growth spurt with how clumsy you’ve been, and that’s saying something coming from me!”

The big cat scoffed at her, but leapt to the next tree, struggling a bit to land gracefully but not with too much trouble and continued on like that further inland as directed. Marinette didn’t watch for too long; she had a job to do.

~~

Luka ends up outpacing most of the hunters he’s encountered, but one is hot on his tail, following him at forest level as he makes his way through rocky outcrops to the fort. He’s not sure if it’s an official member of the hunt or another camp-goer, but he tries his best to wind his way  around boulders and choose outcroppings that blend in with his fur color to avoid his pursuer. 

Taking a small break, he waits in the shadow of an outcropping, watching. His pursuer is good; that he can tell, and he doesn’t want to lead them directly into the fort and make it even hard on him and Jason to get through this debacle. It seems, it’s time to call for help.

“Apollo, hear me please. Your companions the Muses have struck a game between Artemis and I, and I need your help. Grant me aid avoiding my pursuer.”

“Luka, son of mine.” Apollo’s amused tone filtered through his mind. “You’ve gotten yourself trapped by one of Artemis’s hunter’s I see. Very well, I will help you this once, but I will be joining as a spectator for this one. Artemis’s main trouble is with me, after all, and I’d like to see her face when she realizes you’re under my direct protection.”

Soon after, a flash of light appeared, blinding his pursuer, and Luka moved onward while she was distracted. 

~~

It was close to sundown, and Jason was finally in reach of the fort by the waterfall. After his encounter with Marinette, he’d seen evidence that Stephanie was also redirecting heat away from his passage through the forest, but it was still slow going. His bulk had almost ratted him out more than a few times, and he’d taken to any groundcover he could when possible as it was almost impossible for him to figure out how to move through the trees without sound. He was stealthy enough on two legs to give assassins a run for their money, but put him on four legs and he was worse than a toddler was at stealth. He hadn’t seen Artemis since the beginning, but knowing his normally catastrophic luck, that was only due to Marinette’s aid. 

Crawling forward, he inched his way around the watering hole below the waterfall in the direction of the fort, when suddenly an arrow passed in front of his paw and hit the stump he was crouched by….Clearly, Marinette’s blessing was wearing thin. Taking his chances, Jason bolted.

Arrows pelted behind him, and the aim they held was mocking in its accuracy. Just close enough to scare but not close enough to injure. The direction they came from was just as confusing as they seemed to originate from the water. 

Diving behind another tree, this time close enough to the fort to see his boyfriend peering from the battlements, he peered out in the direction of the water to see none other than Artemis hovering in place, this time in a blended form that combined the youthfulness and agelessness of the two forms he encountered her in earlier. She was also holding a really fucking scary recurve bow, so there’s that. 

“Come out and play, kitties. You know you know a good hunt is part of your deal with me.” Artemis crooned.

Jason wasn’t fucking moving, dying was not part of the deal. Unfortunately, it seems his slow arrival also allowed Artemis to set up an ambush as two women lept at him from the shadows (the traitors, he was going to train so much to overcome this dependency he’s built on them), forcing him to emerge. Jason kept his eyes pinned to Artemis, even as he heard others leave their hiding places to encircle the clearing at the base of the waterfall. 

He was trapped.

~~

Luka watched as his boyfriend was driven into the open. He was also being ushered out of the protection of the fort and into the open himself.

“Now would be a good time, dad.” he whispered his prayer.

~~

Marinette was about to lose the game she’d decided to play, and she was NOT happy. Nothing she could really do about it; she could see that the balance of luck and fortune were too stable to shift. 

She was so focused on trying to parse the threads of fate that she almost missed the flash of light that signaled Apollo’s arrival. Marinette did see Artemis whirling around to glare at the newcomer, though, a bright man in a Hawaiian shirt and chacos. Apparently, being a deity did not automatically give you god-tier fashion sense. 

“Artemis, dearest, what’s this I hear about a grudge against my son and his partner? I thought you left the animal transformations back in the Hellenistic period.” Apollo drawled. 

“You! I can’t believe you have the audacity to show up now of all times! Where have you been?” Artemis yelled.

“Sometimes a god has to go on vacation too;  you — of all of us — leave Olympus the most, dearest, so I assumed you’d understand.”

“Sometimes?! Sometimes doesn’t happen midway through a war council when you’ve promised to share a prophecy pertinent to the fight at hand! Ares about had my head about wasting the council’s time on petty matters because you flaked out to — where, Tahiti???”

“What can I say? Sometimes the sun in this hemisphere just isn’t it. I’ve got to share the light with everyone.”

“Apollo, you — !” screeching, Artemis brought her bow to bear on Apollo, shooting faster than even the demi-gods present could see.

Apollo was shifting around, using the last rays of the day’s light to bend away from her arrows, periodically reminding her “This is Camp Half-Blood, dearest.” and “You don’t want to hit one of your precious hunters, do you?”

Giving one last yell of frustration, Artemis released her quiver and lowered her bow and arrow, pinched her brow and said through gritted teeth, “Apollo, you insufferable child. You. Are. Coming. To. Olympus. With. Me.”

With a brief glance at the sky and a one-handed vice grip on Apollos bicep, Artemis stated, “A fine hunt, your debt is repaid.” Then she waived her hand towards the big cats seemingly frozen in place and teleported away. 

~~

Stephanie was closest to Jason and saw as his form crumpled to the ground, shifting back into human form. Stephanie ran to help him up even with the shadows swarming around him as his powers returned in a sudden influx. She grabbed him and hoisted him up onto his feet, keeping her hands firm and grounding while he readjusted to his normal form again.

Stephanie just thanked the gods that her friends weren’t naked after returning to normal.

“You two need to stop getting into so much trouble; you’re lucky Marinette and I were there to help.” Stephanie commented, finally releasing her hold on Jason to let him stand under his own power.

“Yeah, fuck you too.” Jason growled out.

~~

Luka picked himself off the ground, checking his guitar for any damage. He saw Marinette approach from the corner of his eye with her palm facing him, granting him good fortune, so he wasn’t too surprised that he couldn’t find any damage to his instrument on close inspection.

Luka glanced up at her and said, “Thank you, Melody. This day would have turned out much worse without your help.” 

Marinette just smiled softly at him in return. “Let’s go home.”

[astraeagreengrass]

exile [the woods part 1]

When you wake up in the floor of your apartment, you have no idea of how much the world has changed

Word Count: 2.708

Warnings: angst, mentions of death and death-related themes, PTSD, brief allusion to a panic attack.

A/N: A month ago, Taylor Swift released her eight studio album folklore and, unsurprisingly, it took over my life. The stories Taylor beautifully narrates in her songs inspired me to write something of my own: the woods is a four-part, post-Endgame story, with some slight changes to the canon, featuring Steve Rogers. Updates will be every Friday. Thank you to @xbuchananbarnes for proof-reading this and @thegetawaywriter for encouraging me to write. The banner picture was found here. Dividers are from @writeyourmindaway. Here is exile. I hope you like it ♡

i think i've seen this film before and i didn't like the ending you're not my homeland anymore so what am i defending now? you were my town, now i'm in exile, seein' you out i think i've seen this film before so i'm leavin' out the side door

Being pieced back together was like a hangover.

Like drinking too much wine one evening and then waking up on a foreign bed, not knowing how you got there. It was a pounding headache, a churning stomach, a dry throat. The back of your teeth were sensitive and the sound of sirens rung too loudly on your ears.

In the aftermath of your intoxication, the city is deafening.

You groaned at the light - you must’ve been so wasted if you’d forgotten the blinds. Every breath took a toll of your lungs, stretching your muscles beyond their strength, creaking your joints as you exhaled.

Someone gasped, startling you.

The familiar floorboards of your apartment greeted you when your eyes opened. Timeworn almond timber, the New York staple. Craning your neck, you saw a foot. Shit. You weren't one to bring one night stands home, or actually have them in the first place. Little ol' you was a little too square, a little too cautious, struggling to keep her trust issues from spilling out of her hands. Definitely not the best candidate for loose-stringed affairs, but your grandma always told you there was a first time for everything.

The foot’s owner nudged you, and you groaned again.

“Miss?” they said. “Are you alive?”

I don’t know.

Your gaze focused and you noticed the person was a boy of eleven or twelve, with a beautiful dark mop of curls and soft brown eyes. What the...

“Who are you?” you managed to croak. There was an ashy taste in your mouth, as if you’d swallowed dust.

The boy looked up and across, and you noticed that, on your left side, his father was crouching beside your body. He looked just like the kid, except a couple of decades older, so you assumed he was the father.

“My name is Cal,” the man said, spacely, as if he’d might frighten you if he spoke normally. “This is my son Daniel. We’re not going to hurt you.”

"Nice to know the invaders won't hurt me," you tried to say, but it came out a jumbled, messy current of words, like a baby first learning to communicate.

"Invaders?" the boy exclaimed, insulted. "We live here!"

"Daniel!" his father chided. "Miss, what is the last thing you remember?"

You pressed a palm to the ground, trying to lay your weight on it so you could stand up. You weren't about to answer an unknown man's questions while laying face-down on your own apartment floor. You might be hungover, but you had more dignity than that. When your body crumpled like a twig under a boot, Cal held you up, helping you to a seating position facing the window.

Craning your neck to shield your eyes from the sun, you noticed it.

Golden brown leaves.

Golden brown leaves that shouldn't exist in May.

You clearly remember opening the windows yesterday to green, lively foliage. New York was many things - loud, chaotic, more often than not dangerous - but it’s seasons were consistent, enduring. Through the tempests and disturbances, nature persevered in her year-long cycle, living and dying and living again.

These particular leaves belonged to October, perhaps even early November, never May.

Something was terribly wrong.

“What day is it?” you whispered, wide eyes going from the window to the man aiding you.

Cal grimaced. His boy was suddenly very quiet.

When you were a child, you used to have nightmares: a ghost in the attic, a wolf haunting the woods outside your house, an IED blowing up your father's convoy in Iraq. They'd trap your consciousness, suffocating your mind with fear and panic, and no night light or teddy bear could stifle the onslaught of relentless screams that rattled the walls and hallways of your childhood home, until your frantic grandmother shook you awake. The reality that greeted you on the floor of your apartment was that Twilight Zone all over again.

“Please,” you pleaded, perhaps to the man, perhaps to yourself.

Cal sighed.

“Today is October 17th, 2023,” he said and you learned that the only thing scarier than a nightmare is life itself. “You’ve been dead for the past five years.”

“We could go to the house in the woods,” you mumbled to the warmth of Steve’s chest.

He tightened his hold around your body, pressing a feather-light kiss to the crown of your head.

“Whatever you want,” he said. “You’ve got me for the weekend.”

“The whole weekend?” you smiled at him, finding the reassurance you needed in his indigo gaze.

Steve kissed you again, a fierce press of lips this time. Mouths and tongues and teeth intertwined, your hand finding hip, his hand finding you thigh.

“The whole weekend,” he breathed in the shell of your ear, right before the two of you became nothing more than a mess of pillows and sheets, drowning in love and want and lust. “And then forever.”

When the world ended, several hospital units closed down due to lack of patients.

When the Avengers managed to reverse the effects of the Snap - no one knew how they did it, but everyone knew it was them because of course it was - the mayor of New York declared the interruption of all kinds of activities in the city in order to help those returning. It was in a campaign hospital in Bryant Park that Steve Rogers found you, sitting up cross-legged and wrapped up in a grey blanket, having your temperature checked by one of the volunteers.

Wearing dark clothes and a cap, Steve was nothing more than a shadow behind the woman's shoulder. A lesser-trained gaze would glide past his figure in a quarter of a second, but not you. Never you. You'd recognize him in a sea of people, as if the blood that sustained you and the bones that built you knew exactly where to find him.

Steve had the decency to wait until the woman was done to approach you. With slow, clearly measured steps, he came closer, taking a seat at the foot of your stretcher. If he reached out his arm, he'd touch you, but he refrained and you were glad he did. In your mind, you saw him days ago, but reality told you differently. The calendar at the nurse's station, the newspaper you got a hold on, the constant broadcast of news: all of them mocked you, tormented you. Five years had gone by - more time than you’d ever had with the man across from you. And if there was ever any lingering doubt in your mind that this was some elaborate trick to fool you, they faded when you noticed the modest signs of aging that nothing but time and grief could inflict on a Super Soldier.

Again, a lesser-trained gaze probably wouldn’t catch them, but that would never be you when it came to Steve Rogers.

The two of you stayed in silence for minutes, watching a CNN report of a family reuniting in Idaho. The mother snapped right after the birth of her daughter - now a little girl with ginger pigtails, hugging her legs and kissing her hands. Everyday since you woke up on the floor of your apartment, there'd been thousands of stories such as this: parents finding children, husbands finding wives. The fallen - that's what the press called people like you, the dead that weren't really dead - all had the same lost look in their eyes. You supposed that's what happened when your clock was five years too late.

“What happened?” you finally asked when the broadcast changed to twin brothers reconvening in Hawaii. “What went wrong?”

Steve didn’t look at you, instead he kept pulling at a loose thread on the hem of his shirt.

“He was too strong,” he sighed. “And I thought I could fight him without Tony, but…”

You nodded.

“One of the nurses said he was badly wounded in the battle upstate,” you mentioned.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “But he’ll recover. Banner is looking after him. He’s got a kid now, you know? Tony. Her name’s Morgan.”

“Wow,” you smiled genuinely. “That sounds unbelievable and incredible at the same time.

“She’s a good girl,” Steve said. “Keeps Tony on his toes.”

On the TV, the two brothers embraced with a beautiful sunset as background.

“What about Sam and Nat?” you wondered.

Steve's fidgety hands stilled. With the left one he rubbed his mouth and chin until his skin was reddish.

"Sam was like you," he muttered and the implicit words hurt more in his voice than anyone else's. "Natasha… She didn't make it."

She didn't make it.

Natasha Romanoff. Natalia. Your mentor, your friend. The strongest woman you'd ever met. She didn't make it.

"What?" you gasped. "What do you mean 'she didn't make it'? Didn't she come back?"

Like Sam and the mother in Idaho and the twins in Hawaii. Like you.

Steve shook his head.

"It wasn't like that," he said. "She survived the Snap. Spent years trying to find something, anything, even the smallest possibility of getting everyone back and when we finally did… She sacrificed herself so we could have the Soul Stone."

"Sacrificed herself? For a stone?" you were extremely agitated now, the grey blanked falling from your shoulders as you looked at Steve searching for any sign of emotion. "Steven, look at me!"

 His eyes were glazed, a big blue sea threatening to spill over in waves of sadness.

"It wasn't a simple stone, Y/N. I'd rather not explain to you here, people can't know about this," he whispered, looking over his shoulder for anyone that could be listening.

"You mean they can't know why they disappeared and were brought back together like broken toys?" you exclaimed. "Toys that the Avengers can grab and then toss aside however they please? I'm not your toy, Steve!"

You knew you could be cruel. Ruthless. A child yelling ferociously at the top of her lungs until she got what she wanted. An angry teenager. An intelligence officer with obscure morals. But even when he left you without a goodbye, you'd always kept your forked tongue away from Steve Rogers.

Until now.

"Please," Steve pleaded. "Let's go home. I'll explain everything to you when we get there."

"I have no home," you spat. "I had a home three days ago when you came in saying something bad would happen, only to leave me again. Now I have nothing!”

Your tears were hot when they streamed down your face.

“I don't even know myself anymore,” you admitted and somehow that was worse than knowing you were alone in a world you didn't recognize. "All I know is dust. My bones were dust and now they're not. My heart was dust and now it's not. Everyone keeps telling me that I'm safe and that 'it's all over', but what is?"

You gasped, trying to breathe in some tranquility and breathe out some of the agony twisting your insides, but all that came out was a distressing wheeze.

"How do I know that I will not disappear again?" you cried and there was no more Steve, just a curtain of water contorting his figure, like one of those paintings he loved and you never understood the meaning.

The stretcher creaked when Steve pulled you to him, rubbing your arms back as he whispered your name.

"Breathe, Y/N. Breathe."

But you were so scared of breathing. So scared that you'd taste ash again and your lungs would collapse in dust, leaving not a shred of the person you were for people to remember you by. So scared of losing a game you didn't even know you were playing.

"Steve..." You weeped, gripping his shirt tightly.

"I'm here, my love. Just breathe."

You weren't expecting him.

After two years, the hope that kept you up at night waiting for him grew tired, dwindling until it was mere utopia. So you shut the windows, changed the locks and turned off the bedside lamp. Perhaps that's what brought him to your door, you thought. Maybe, wherever he was in the world, he felt your devotion waning, so he returned to haunt you.

You had to admit, though, that of all the ways you imagined Steve Rogers coming back to you, him ringing your doorbell at midnight wasn't one of them.

He looked handsome, with shaggy blonde hair curling at his ears and a beard, and it hurt like a punch to the stomach.

It's hard when the one that hurts the most you looks so unfazed, meanwhile you're just a shell of what you used to be.

"You've lost weight," was the first thing he said, as if he'd left to grab groceries instead of becoming an international criminal.

"What are you doing here?" you replied, ignoring his greeting. If that could even be a greeting.

He sighed, mentioning with his head to the hallway behind you.

“Can I come in?”

You stepped aside, letting him walk through. You didn’t bother turning the key because if anyone really wanted to get to him they wouldn’t be worried about leaving your door in one piece. Steve stood in the middle of the living room, his hands on his waist. An onlooker would never guess that he once belonged there.

“Did you hear about Tony?” He asked when you sat down at the armchair next to the window. The one you bought together in Ikea and Steve insisted he could assemble on his own.

“Yes,” you said. Tony Stark went missing after an alien ship appeared in Midtown. It was exactly the kind of disaster that would bring Steve Rogers to New York. “Have you found him?”

“No,” he replied. “But the same aliens that took Tony attacked Vision in Edinburgh. We managed to stop them from killing him, but he’s badly wounded. When he heard about Tony we flew to the Compound.”

You nodded. It was strange how you could feel so detached from these people- Vision, Wanda, even Tony in a way. They were once your friends, your colleagues. Now they just felt like characters in Steve’s tale - no longer part of your life, only his.

“And why are you here?” you asked.

Why did you come to the home we used to share? you meant to say. Did you miss it? Did you miss me?

He shrugged.

“I thought maybe you could’ve found something on Tony and…”

“If you went to the compound it means you saw Rhodey and Rhodey has most definitely told you that I quit my job when the Avengers split,” you interrupted him. “I have no tech, no machinery, no means whatsoever to find Tony here, nothing that Rhodey has at his disposal Upstate. So why are you really here?”

He was a stranger. Cold and detached, like the house that once trapped him. There was no tenderness in the blue of his eyes.

“Something bad is coming, Y/N,” he said. “I’m not sure what it is yet, but I… I wanted to see you. I wanted to know that you were safe.”

You thought Steve Rogers was done breaking your heart. You thought that when you stopped expecting his return you’d go back to who you were before him, even if you couldn’t find that girl amongst the mess he made of you. You thought you’d be safe from love, and trust and kind soldiers with blue eyes, but you’d never be safe from him - your fellow and your foe.

“Is that all you wanted to say?” you croaked, holding back the tears swimming in your throat with a cough.

Steve fisted his hands, and for a moment you swore that he was stopping himself from holding you. But he just hung his head, tearing his gaze from where you were sitting by the window.

“Just stay home, ok?” he stated. “Try not to leave the house until this situation is resolved.”

Then he turned around and left again.

[veralovemail]

Hi! I would love myself a matchup if it's ok 👉👈

I'm female and pan, I'd prefer one of the males tho, Survivors please!

So uhhhh I differ in my personality a lot depending on the situation! I'm more of a loner around strangers IRL— shy, quiet, I don't like interacting and prefer to stay by the sidelines since being in the middle makes me uncomfy.

I try to be as polite as I can, even keeping in my opinions and pain a lot as to not Hurt anyone. I also tend to blame myself a lot for bad situations I'm a part in unless I know I absolutely didn't do anything!

Also I'm quite hot headed and have a bad temper, though I'm working on it! I have quite the problem with guilt and it comes to me fairly quickly when I do something bad.

Ah yeah I'm really forgetful and also really impatient KNRKS

Now- online!!

I'm a lot more open and chaotic. I like to tease my friends and jokingly make fun of them, etc. I try and stop when they tell me to, but I might understand it as them just joking too if they write it that way in my eyes-

I try to look on the positive side for them and their situations and am always willing to make someone happy even without words since it makes me happy too. I'd say I'm caring to a fault- I don't let loose until they finally do something healthy that they've been avoiding and I do get rather angry if I'm not taken seriously with that, causing me to maybe lash out at someone unwillingly,,- and then guilt pops in like "hi there 😍" KDHDJDJ

Anyway,

I encourage anyone to vent, though I'm not the best at giving advice. I'm more of a person who likes to listen and give support if they need it. Oh yeah- my attention span is REALLY short (as short as me good ol' 5'1 me aNENSJJSJD) so I get distracted pretty easily and procrastinate then.

As for hobbies: I love to draw! (As you might know-)Music is my life (especially Jazz) and video games are, too. Though mostly singleplayer Games since I only really like multiplayer with friends-

What else can I write..

Maybe like- I'm an ISFP-T And I think it was 5w6 that I was given by another test

I also got Philophobia, the fear of falling in love because of bad experiences but I'm tryna work on it!!

I guess I can also write about my appearance? I've got short, curly but chaotic black hair that's p much swept to the side- I'm definitely not that skinny lmao- and as I've said before, I'm 5'1! I usually wear casual clothes (hoodies, e.g!! They're so comfy...) I also got brown eyes and glasses!

I think that should be it.. ah yeah! In your introduction, you should prolly add your ID for others to add you because name search doesn't work! :0

Ok that's really it now- take your time, don't rush yourself and stay safe and hydrated!! 💕💕 Hope your blog takes off!

Sorry for my English by the way- I'm German so I might've messed up on a few things!

OH MY LORD I DID NOT KNOW THAT I HAD TO PUT IN MY ID... oml... thank u for telling me that. and don't worry about it, i can see how it'd be difficult (i actually studied german for my gcses :], it was very fun) but anyways! tysm for sending in btw!! i loved writing this, i hope u enjoy - mod vera ♡

i match you with ... naib subedar!

he kinda takes on to your quiet personality, unlike some of the other people around the manor. it's relaxing to be around somebody who doesn't talk much.

you two most likely met when robbie came over to the survivors' side of the mansion, jokingly demanding sweets... but it most likely sounded authentic. and oh god, is that an axe-

you two accidentally locked eyes but you both had a " ah shit, here we go again " face. it just kinda went from there.

at first, he's a tough nut to crack, but if you try hard enough, within a month or so you gain his trust and he .. deems you a friend?

you both kinda start falling for eachother after a period of time, but naib is great at hiding it BUT SIKE, so are you! it's like a game of who can pine for the other in the most subtle way possible.

however, if you tell him about your own troubles with falling in love, he may just open up a little too about his own troubles.

it's takes a while for you two to build a relationship, but eventually (after a lot of rescues, late night hangouts and just being near eachother) you make it!

when he learns about your more chaotic side, naib tries to keep up with you as best he can, he may just need a little tug to do so.

he loves your smile, especially the one you have when you're talking about your passions.

he also tries to help with your temper, but he's just as bad as you are.

however, he's there whenever you have a bad day - he can almost instantly tell, even if you try keep it to yourself. it could be the way you look at him, try to smile or talk, he does notice the change in your aura.

since your shorter than him, he likes holding you. it makes him feel like he's just protecting you from anything and anything, especially on one of your bad days.

he likes your optimism, looking on the good side of every situation. he once saw you trying to comfort robbie when he started crying about not finding any sweets around and you told him "look on a brightside robbie! now we know for next time to stash some away for you before we eat it all!" AND OH GOD, IS THAT AN AXE?

naib gets frequent nightmares about his time being a hired merc, so sometimes you may get woken up at 3 am because he's a bit distressed and needs a bit of comfort.

other times, he just finds holding you while you're fast asleep enough to put him back in a coma for the next 2 hours.

naib also encourages you to talk to him about stuff. whether it be what made you mad, how much of a bitch vera can be, ect. he's there for you and that man is never gonna let you carry your burdens alone.

saying that, you also have to remind him that he can't carry his own burdens sometimes and when you encourage him to talk to you about what's upsetting him, he'll most likely tell, depending on how bad it is.

he also grounds you a lot!! if you tell him about your forgetfulness, he's most likely going to try and remind you.

" hey, [ name ], you did bring [ item ] into the match, right? "

" um... "

" goddamnit [ name ], i thought i reminded you "

naib takes it upon himself to rescue you, or keep you within his general vicinity if you're in a match with him. he does know you can kite very well though! he just wants you near him for a bit of reassurance.

he can be mean sometimes, but he means it in the most endearing way possible since most of it is sarcasm.

you two kinda have " stab as a warning " vibes so nobody really opposes the two of you. even norton. not even freddy dares to oppose you because the last time he did, aesop almost had to prepare his equipment to embalm the poor fella.

when you lash out at someone, naib is there almost immediately to take you away to calm down and comfort you when your guilt kicks the door down and goes " Hey girlie! Hold still 😎 "

sometimes you have to do the same for him because you both have a tendency to lash out.. but.. never at eachother? you two kinda agree on the same things, there isn't much to exactly disagree on.

please draw him!! watch him while he's training in the garden and draw him, or just a few silly doodles of him.

he likes looking at your drawings, it kinds boosts his ego knowing that he's worthy enough to be drawn.

if he finds out that you like music, he'll tell you about nepalese music, or at least what he knew of it - if you both get engrossed in it, he may try and get you some records to play.

teach him how to dance, if you can. it'd make listening to music together way more fun.

he's very content with you!! he likes kissing you out of nowhere, too. you could just be chilling and naib would come up to you, turn you around and give you a smooch outta nowhere. but only in private.

i feel like neither of you would be big on pda, you just stick to holding hands around the manor.

if this were in a modern setting, you two could probably play a game like phasmaphobia together just for funsies.

all in all, your relationship with naib is mutually beneficial and robbie has learned to never ask for sweets again.

i hope you enjoy this <3 it's my first time writing naib too so i apologise if it's not very good </3