#this update left me emotionally scarred

[bunnyspine]

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I'm waaay too emotionally attached to these puppets

I'm not crying over puppets ☹️ you are!!!!!

Also I made this

[readychilledwine]

Training Tensions

A second part of Early Mornings (link in masterlist and coming soon) in a way. Showing the beginning of the mateship/courting between Cassian, our illyrian oc (who now has a name), and Nesta. But with a plot twist so I have an excuse for something that may get posted later.

Summary - Nesta can't help falling harder and harder for Irelina. They've been ignoring it for months now, but the dam has to break at some point

Warnings - fxmxf threesome inferred, oral, mentions of a trouple/poly-relationships, husband encouraging someone else to bang his wife (because Cassian is a king), mentions of impact play, wing play, oh and some actually emotionally stuff. It's NSFW but not as spicy as I've been known to post

A/N - I hadn't intended to add to Early Morning much, but when I'm in a writers block, my mind goes back to her, Nesta, and Cassian, and the emotional bond between her and Nesta. So you may occasionally see pieces of them sprinkled between other updates.

"He's just selfish!" Nesta landed another harsh punch that had Irelina smiling with pride inside despite the stinging in her hands growing. "He just thinks he knows everything," another sharp punch landed on her pad. "And for being able to get into people's heads, he understands nothing." 

The final blow caught her off guard. Nesta pulled a move the young female watched her use while she was sparring with Cassian. A faked right into a left into the stomach. Nesta gasped as she doubled over. Eyes wide in shock as she began to cough. 

"I'm so sorry!" Nesta was at her side, a hand gently touching her back. "I-"

"Don't apologize," she wheezed out. She placed her hands on her knees, taking deep breaths through her nose as Cassian ran over.

"What happened?" Nesta backed away, only for Irelina to reach for her hand and hold her there. Electricity shooting through her at the contact.

"She's a visual learner," is all she said. "She took a fake shot on me and it worked because we had hardly even discussed that yet. I'm so proud of you, Ness."

Nesta's face slightly flushed with the praise before she buried it away. 

-

Training the next day involved her and Nesta in meditation. Focusing on their inner self. "I can feel how unsettled you are. Talk to me." It was a gentle invitation. One Nesta took immediately.

"I just do not understand how you all sat there and did not tell Feyre she would die."

Nesta watched her eyes open. "There was not a single day that went by since I found out that I did not want to tell her. Trust me." Irelina paused, looking towards where Cassian and Azriel were sparring. "It just was not my place. I do agree it was not handled properly, though."

Nesta's mind froze, unprepared to have her feelings validated. "You don't think I'm wrong?"

She shook her head at Nesta, eyes closed again. "I think Rhysand, my dearest brother, should have included his mate and wife in decision making regarding their babe and her body. I feel HE should have told her right away and included her in the search to find solutions."

She opened her eyes, finally looking at Nesta with that gaze that reminded the younger female of molten honey. "I do not think you told her from a place of genuine concern and love, though. That is the only thing I do not believe was handled correctly on your end."

Nesta sook her head. "I do love her, it was concern."

"It is not your love I question, Ness. It's your intention. In your heart, yes, you meant well. In your subconscious, no." Nesta studied the illyrian female, her beautiful face and scarred wings. "I think you are grieving so deeply, Nesta, your heart has begun to be poisoned. You are blinded by your rage and hurt. I understand that heartache." 

"We failed you," she continued. "We failed you, and Elain, multiple times. We failed you when you were forced into that Cauldron, we failed you when you were recovering, we failed you when your father died, and we failed you after the war."

Nesta felt her heart swelling, her eyes beginning to water. She had longed to hear those exact words for nights now.

"I failed you," Irelina said softly. "I failed you when I allowed you to go down the same pathway I did of numbing yourself through booze and sex. I failed you when I wasn't there every day and night holding you. I failed you, and I will never be able to make up for it."

She held her hand to Nesta, then gently laced their fingers together. "Everything you are feeling, little dove, every piece of anger, of longing, of sadness, of self doubt, of absolute burning sheer rage, you are valid in those feelings. You are allowed to feel those feelings." She brought Nesta's hand to her lips, kissing the top of it gently, "it's how we move forward in how you process those feelings, how you let them free, that makes the difference in your soul's peace or turmoil."

-

Nesta was awake before her. Before Azriel and Cassian. Eyes locked in the fire burning in the hearth. Her dreams were haunted by Irelina, but not the way her nightmares had plagued her. 

They were haunted by gentle touches, soft whispered words of love, support, and encouragement. 

They were haunted by memories of the two of them, when Rhys would allow her off her leash and the two of them would spend time reading, finger tips running up and down her arm as Irelina jotted down notes for reports or flipped her horror novel behind her. 

Nesta jumped when soft hands found her waist, a kiss placed on her temple. "Why are you up so early, dove?" She shivered at the sound of her voice laced in sleep. "Want breakfast or coffee? I can steal some tea from Azriel too?"

Nesta's mind flashed to the last time they had breakfast alone, to when Irelina served her coffee and the fluffiest pancakes she had ever had. Nesta had hardly been able to control herself around Irelina and Cassian for weeks after that, but her  rage towards Cassian helped. Her jealousy of hearing him make his wife a begging mess helped. 

"I was wondering if we could not train today?" Nesta asked quietly. "Just take a day to relax, you and me?"

"I'd have to ask Azriel," she said. "But I will work something out with him. Did you want breakfast?"

-

Azriel had not let Nesta out of training. Following his orders to a t, much to both of the females disappointment.

Nesta and Irelina were sparring basic hand to hand and currently locked together. It didn't take her but a spare second to take Nesta to the ground, straddling her hips and pinning her hands above her head. 

Nesta's chest was heaving, her eyes wide and mouth parted slightly.  Irelina's brows scrunched together at the same time Cassian gripped his chest over his heart and Azriel's shoulder. 

She was off Nesta in an instant, moving through the House of Wind as Nesta ran after her. 

She locked herself into the bathroom of her and Cassian's room, sinking against the wall. Nesta jiggled the door handle forehead against the cool wood, "Irelina, let me in." She knocked softly. "Talk to me, please. I know you're scared. I was scared when I felt it too, but you've made me feel so safe, please."

She heard Cassian's footsteps. "Lark? Baby, what's wrong?" Irelin didn't answer. Sitting with her head against the wall, a new silver thread gleaming next to a golden one. She tugged them both before closing the bond down. 

Cassian knew the message, placing a hand around Nesta's shoulders as he saw that pretty silver string too. "Give her a little bit, dove. She's shocked."

"You knew?" Cassian nodded at her question.

"Of course, dove. I knew the second I laid eyes on you in that manor you were mine, ours." Lark and dove, Nesta noted immediately. His little birds. The thought spread warmth through her body. The thought of being his. Of being Irelina's. Of being theirs.

-

Irelina skipped dinner, punching her feelings into one of the spare bags into the early hours of night. 

Nesta could feel her confusion, her excitement, her pain radiating through her hands. 

Cassian and Azriel had left for the evening claiming there was an emergency in Windhaven, and telling Nesta to behave herself while they were gone. Nesta closed her book, walking to the training grounds and sitting to watch Irelina.

She was covered in sweat, muscles and breasts shining in the light of the full moon. She struck the punching bag quick, precise, and repeatedly. She was wearing nothing more than a tight pair of leggings and a bra built for training. Her dark hair was messily braided back with a few pieces framing her high cheekbones. 

Nesta felt her eyes trapped on the muscles flexing in her thighs and arms.  Irelina paused, her head turning to Nesta. She shook whatever thoughts were running through her mind off and went back to beating the punching bag. 

The loud flapping of wings and a soft thud next to Nesta ripped her from the inappropriate place her mind was going. 

"She likes to bathe after doing this," it was an emotionless purr that made Nesta growl. "She likes lilac oils and red wine. Plenty of bubbles."

Nesta glared towards Rhysand. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because Cassian asked me to ensure you took care of her tonight since he won't be here to do it himself. It is your duty, after all, as her mate." Rhysand took off again, flying back to the home he and Feyre were staying in. 

Her mate. The words replayed over and over again like a crescendo in a symphony. Her mate.

-

Nesta prepared a bath for her, pouring the scented oil and wine for both of them, and waited. Irelia froze at the door, already wrapped in a towel. 

Nesta took a step back from the bath, sitting in the vanity chair. "I thought you needed something to help you relax. You don't seem okay lately."

She nodded. "Thank you." She moved toward the tub, stepping shamelessly out of the towel and into the warm water. Nesta was reading her romance novel while Irelina bathed. Her eyes locked on the sultry scene being painted for her between the two female love interests. Her thighs began to squeeze together occasionally, begging for friction. 

Her eyes began to flick to the naked illyrian female. Her breasts were peeking above the water, bubbles hiding the toned body and curves below. 

Nesta was desperate to touch her. To kiss her. To have her. "Your back looks sore," she stated. "Do you want me to come rub it?" 

The scent in the air changed immediately. The lilac oil mixing with something slightly musky. "If you'd like to?"

Nesta swallowed that bit of fear in her bones, moving to the tub behind her and sitting with her legs in the warm water.

The steam in the room was thick as if it was adding to the tension between the two females. Nesta moved her wet dark hair over one shoulder and began rubbing her shoulders.  A soft moan had Nesta almost pausing before moving lower. "Cassian needs to give you a massage," Nesta joked.

"He tries," she laughed out. "He really does. But he gets distracted."

"I can see how." The words came out before Nesta could stop them. They hung in the air like magic. Lingering in their effect on both of them. Irelina turned between Nesta's legs, wet hands trailing her bare right calf. 

"You can't say things like that, Nesta. Our self control with you is already low." She lifted Nesta's long left leg over her shoulder and trailed a few testing kisses up her calf. "There's so many things I long to do to you, Nesta."

The oldest Archeron sister's face had flushed. She pulled her dress up further exposing her legs, then her stomach, then her breasts until it was off and they were both laid bare to each other. "Show me," Nesta whispered. "Show me what you want to do to me."

So Irelina did.

-

Cassian could smell sex in his room the second the door opened. He knew one scent immediately. Pomegranate and currants, his wife. The other a vanilla spicy musk with touches of amber. 

A familiar moan had him hard instantly as he moved mindlessly to the bathroom door. 

The sight behind that door was heaven. Nesta had his mate laid out on the tile bathroom floor, her back arched as her hands tangled in Nesta's freed long hair. 

Nesta had her head between his mate's thighs, tongue and mouth working her timidly but encouraged by each hair pull and breathy gasp. "Like that, Ness, please, fuck." 

Cassian moved the chair Nesta had previously been in, drinking the wine that was opened straight from the bottle. Nesta looked up, seeing him and pausing, ripping a pleading whine to leave his wife's throat. 

"Don't stop on my account," his voice was deep, laced with arousal as he watched Nesta. "Keep going, Ness. Unless you need me to show you how to make that pretty bird sing?"

Nesta's eyes grew dark at the offer. At the thought of learning how to draw the same noises from Irelina the way Cassian did. He smirked, moving to Nesta. He took one of his wife's beautiful legs, placing it over Nesta's shoulder, similar to how she had pulled Nesta apart earlier. "Do to her exactly what you want done to you, Ness." 

So she did, sucking her clit into her mouth and licking that bundle of nerves. 

"Fuck. Please?" Moans turned into whimpers as Irelina pulled Nesta's face further into her heat.

Cassian ran a long finger down Nesta's spine, feeling every bump and ridge. Memorizing every building muscle. Nesta hummed under his touch, sending vibration through his wife causing another crying moan. "Is this okay, Nesta?" She whined in response, arching up for Cassian. "What a beautiful little thing you are, sweetheart. We've wanted you for so long."

"So long," his mate moaned and confirmed. 

-

Nesta woke up between two warm bodies, two sets of wings caging her in like weighted blankets of protection. She turned to her side and traced Irelia's Face and played with her lashes causing the other female to wrinkle her nose and pull her closer. "Did we hurt you?" Nesta shook her head at the sleepy tone from the other female. "This doesn't have to change anything between us, Ness. We can still just cuddle, read, and be friends."

Nesta swallowed thickly. "And if I want more? If I'm ready for more?"

"Then we're more," she whispered. "But he is part of the deal, so you two will need to work on your…. Current relationship." 

"I don't know how."

She ran a hand through Nesta's hair. "Let him train you with me. Stop pushing him away. Talk to him. Cassian can be rough, but once those walls you two seem to fortify around each other melt and bend, you're both these soft creatures needing love and validation. Gentle understanding."

She pulled Nesta to her, kissing her lips softly. Nesta rolled them over carefully, a hand going to Irelia's Delicate wing, making her arch her back. 

"Oh?" Nesta rose a brow. "I thought Feyre was kidding." 

Irelia shook her head quickly. "Pretty serious. Watch." She watched as Irelina danced long limber fingers on the ridge of Cassian's wing. "Get on top of him. Take what's yours, dove. I know you want him back inside of you." She tugged that string, making Nesta gasp. "Shall we turn him to putty?"

Cassian woke up to Nesta on his already hard cock, riding as she kissing Irelina, whose pretty dripping cunt was just in reach of his happily awaiting tongue.

-

Azriel sat with his hands folded at the table as the three of them emerged one by one. The scent of it was overwhelming. The ridiculously pungent bond. The heavy scent of sex.

He rose a brow at Irelina, knowing the female would tell him everything shamelessly to draw jealousy out of him.. "Anything happen while we were gone? Anything I as Nesta's babysitter need to know about."

She rolled her eyes at him, forcing Nesta into her normal seat next to Cassian and taking the spot next to Azriel. 

"You can join us next time if it makes you feel better, Spymaster." Cassian and Nesta's eyes both lit up. "Maybe I'll even let you beat me with a cane or hang me from the ceiling."

Nesta noticed how that immediately got Azriel's attention. His scarred hand flying to Irelina's neck. "You know better than to tease me, little bat." Azriel smirked at the shock on Nesta's face. "Welcome to the throuple, Ness. Excuse me while I go remind this pretty little thing who is actually in charge between the 3 of us." He took Irelina by her neck back up the stairs, whispering in her ear as he moved with her.

Cassian leaned back with a smirk. "Welcome, dove. Might want to start mentally preparing for that one."

[carterstarlight25]

Hi everyone! So I been thinking hard on a rather unique 3way crossover that I been considering about writing. Please feel free to give me your input.

The 3 way crossover consist of DC x DP x Halo Infinite. With the ships being Jason and Danny (Obviously). Master Chief and Bruce as the second ship to be included. And Tim Simping for Katrina. (Cortana 2.0 from Infinite)

I see these possible dynamics being cute as Chief will learn how to be human, and how to love. Him and Team Phantom Finding Family. Also I don't mean the bull Chief pulled in the god awful Halo TV Show!

Bruce will learn that killing isn't an act of God. It isn't you kill once, and become a mindless murderer. That there is a difference, between a Soldier doing his duty to protect humanity and his loved ones. And a mindless killer, enjoying the horror of its victims as the bleed out with please for mercy. Effectively stealing their innocent lives... Oh also learn to not be as emotionally constipated after Katrina effectively out smarts him into a therapy session with Jazz Nightingale. (Last name changed after she saved Danny from the their parents lab…)

Danny will learn what it means to be apart of a family. And how screwed the GIW are.~

Jason, finds out he’s ghost pregnant and a heavy underdeveloped Halfa. All while the Pit becomes a full ghost that he ends up birthing. Which is gonna be a Dinosaur that will be Jason’s “Nightmare.” To his Fright Knight. (I am really wanting to go for Altispinax, or Spinax Vivosaur from Fossil Fighters series. But idk, might just use the Giga from Jurassic World Dominion. Just to change it up from what I seen people have the Pits become.

How Chief comes into the story however, would be introduced via Clockwork leaving a very obviously placed Halo Infinite Xbox Game case with a unmarked disc inside it. In an Alley Danny was taking refuge in. With a sticky note of course. And a few chapters in, when he was alone in Wayne Manor decided to play the game. And by Play. I mean go ghost and jump into the game. But of course. With his Fabulous Phantom Luck (trademark pending.) A new power began to make itself known as the code latched on him on his way out. Bringing Master Chief and Katrina to life in the real world, with all his memories and Katrina with the entire UNSC Database.)

While that’s how I plan to bring in Chief and Co. the main gist of this will be an all out battle, to destroy the GIW. Outlaws, Sirens, Chief and the entire Batfam Team up.

Despite the JL repealing the Anti Ecto Acts. A few Private donors continue to find them to get their hands on Ectoplasm. The League of Assassin’s, Lex Luthor. And of Course Vlad Masters will be the main villains connected to the GIW.

I can see Jason and Chief getting along like wildfire. And when Bruce finds out Jason is one leading the squad his kids, trying to get them to go on a date with Master Chief. It leads to some funny moments I would think. And of course can’t forget Chief reluctantly surprise appearance in Civies at one of Bruce’s Gala’s. (I kinda wanna make him wear Olive Green suit and dress pants. Black Bow Tie with a white under suit. Black belt. And an Olive Green Military Cap to hide his Neural Implant. Maybe having all his Medals from the service pinned to his chest. At least the ones that match ones in this universe. So not all of them obviously.

And Jason would absolutely catch his father freeze up when he sees the handsome Spartan.

For looks regarding Chief’s face since we don’t know what he looks like. I was thinking Caucasian Male, short brown hair that could be the right height to spike it up at least. Not a complete buzz cut. Rather bright blue eyes. That do not glow like Danny’s. But at least around that color. Of course he will have some scars on his left Temple, his lip and across his right eye. Freckles too. His muscle mass would of course be a bit more built then Jason. Which says something. But, you know. Super Soldier and all. (Update: I did in-fact Draw it ^^. If you want to see. Let me know if you wanna see Master Chief in a suit at the Gala ^^)

The Ages I was gonna go for was as follows.

Alfred: Immortal (Thanks Clockwork!)

John (Master Chief): 46yrs (I know it’s not his cannon Age. But it’s what I want for the story.)

Bruce: 45yrs

Barbara: 29yrs

Dick: 26yrs

Jazz: 21yrs

Jason: 21yrs

Cass: 20yrs

Sam: 20yrs

Danny: 19yrs

Duke: 19yrs

Steph: 19yrs

Tucker: 19yrs

Val: 19yrs

Tim: 18yrs

Ellie: 14yrs

Damien: 12yrs

Katrina: 6 months old

And that’s the little Fanfic I been thinking about. Of course it’s just an idea. but I think it would be fun to write.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Hii! Do you have any fics where Blue (Swap sans) join Nightmare's gang? There can be smut, angst, ships (preferably dustberry) I'm ok with everything!

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Sweet But Psycho by chaoss24601 (Teen And Up, Complete)

OG was written (by me) on Wattpad years ago, rewrote it for fun. With small rifts of arguments and annoyances slowly tearing apart Dream's team of Sanses dedicated to spreading positivity to the multiverse, Blue snaps and not just at Dream. After Nightmare's gang stumbles upon him and his actions, what will Blue chose to do? Sorry if the format is weird, I copies/pasted from Wattpad. Trying to keep this as vague as possible cause it's short lol, there will also be awkwardly place time skips cause this is also a book of mine on Wattpad (Human AU)

The Magnificent Sans' Guide to Serving Your New Evil Boss by luckyfinch (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Swap gets fed up one day and declares that he's going to go work for Nightmare instead. Ink and Dream didn't think he was serious. or: the one where Swap (in a last-ditch-effort to get away from Ink & Dream) turns to villainy!!!… unfortunately, his new evil friends seem to insist on making him do annoying things like “eat daily meals” or “sleep.” [SLOW UPDATES]

Building your own Emotional Intelligence Toolkit with Blue by Hstaya (Teen And Up, Complete)

Having discovered Dream was emotionally manipulating him with his aura, Blue leaves the Stars and bunkers down with Nightmare and the gang. Featuring Dream not knowing anything, Nightmare knowing everything but pretending his empathy is just him feeling territorial, touch starvation and Blue singlehandedly trying to solve everyone's problems, to varying degrees of success.

We All Pretend To Be the Heroes on the Good Side (But What If We're the Villains on the Other?) by Ghosts_Multiversal_Mindsoup (Teen And Up, Complete)

Died, last night in my dreams, Walking the streets, of some old ghost town Time was thrown at the wind And now I'm searching for trust, In a city of rust A city of vampires The war hammer felt unnaturally heavy in his hands. Still, he held it up and prepared for battle. Though... he couldn't ease the weight in his SOUL. ___ Blue is sick of Ink and Dream running around without considering that he isn't basically immortal (or actually immortal, in Ink's case). Blue can't keep up with them, he just can't. So he tries his luck with Nightmare's Gang.

it's almost funny, how fast you fall by dewdrzpz (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

"There are few feelings worse than the unfiltered pain of getting your skull caved in." OR Underswap Sans (Blue) is unfortunately injured during a battle and is permanently scarred for life across the left side of his face. When his new appearance begins to scare people away, from civilians to friends to even family, his attitude changes to match his new fearsome look, despite his vulnerable need for closeness. When the Bad Sanses are interested in him for these new changes, he welcomes their cold embrace, perhaps all too willingly. (Now with 100% fewer kidnappings!! :D )

Here's a few more fics that are similar to what you're asking for!

[estsolcity]

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( MIKEY MADISON, 25, female, she/they ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that CELESTE ÉLODIE NOIR is a a BERLESQUE PERFORMER/SINGER/STRIPPER that works in SECTOR 10. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of TELEPATHY That must be why they’re EMPATHETIC and GUARDED. If you ask me, they remind me of racing thoughts, thoughts that aren't your own, feathered fans, corsets, glitter stained eyes, fliratious laughter, putting on multiple masks. They are affiliated with NOBODY

✕ ⸻ BASICS

⸻ FULL NAME: Celeste Élodie Noir  ⸻ BIRTHDAY: April 8th ⸻ ZODIAC: Aries Sun ⸻ AGE: 25 years old ⸻ GENDER: female ⸻ PRONOUNS: she/they ⸻ SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bisexual & biromantic ⸻ SCARS / TATTOOS / PIERCINGS: faint scar across her left hip from aerial performance in her early career, small burn mark on forearm, moon phases on her spine, key tattoo with a heart locket on her wrist, pierced navel & septum, pierced earlobes & daith & double helix ⸻ OCCUPATION: Burlesque performer/singer & stripper in sector 10   ⸻ MUTATION STATUS: Generation 2 Mutant

✕ ⸻ BIO

to be updated & perfected more in the future

Her father left when she was about six years old, abandoning her, her mother, and her older brother, Léon Émile, for another family. But the truth was, she was the "other" family—the hidden child, left behind when he returned to his settlement. Her mother, a skilled seamstress who worked with both performers and everyday people, became Celeste’s anchor. Celeste often accompanied her mother, learning the delicate art of creating costumes and the allure of performance. It was through these experiences that her early love for glamour and the stage began to take root.

When Celeste was eight, her father passed away, but her family was excluded from his funeral. His death was a bitter reminder of the abandonment she had felt, yet there was no closure—just silence from the man who had once been her father.

Around the age of ten, Celeste’s telepathic powers began to surface, though at first, she had no way of understanding the sudden influx of others' thoughts and emotions. In crowded spaces, the flood of voices and feelings became unbearable, causing intense migraines and forcing her to retreat into herself. Her mother, unable to fully comprehend what Celeste was experiencing, tried her best to create a peaceful environment at home, offering the quiet comfort of solitude whenever Celeste needed it. Léon, ever the protective older brother, taught her grounding techniques and did his best to shield her from the worst of the mental noise. He often became the one who kept her from becoming completely overwhelmed, serving as her calm in a world full of chaos.

✕ ⸻ WANTED CONNECTIONS

her brother, Léon (open to name change)

neighbors or roommates

regulars

i’d be interested in involving them in any of the factions

open to anything

✕ ⸻ HEADCANONS

Emotionally Charged Performances: Celeste tailors each performance to the audience’s mood. Before stepping on stage, she takes a moment to mentally “scan” the room, letting their collective emotions dictate her energy and song choice. On nights when the crowd is subdued, her acts are sultry and hypnotic, designed to draw them in slowly. If the audience is lively, she feeds into their energy with bold, electrifying routines.

Hypnotic Gaze: Celeste uses her telepathy subtly on stage, locking eyes with individual audience members to project emotions like desire, longing, or awe. It’s not mind control—just enough to make them feel seen and connected. Her stare is legendary, and regulars swear it’s impossible to look away when she’s performing.

Storytelling Through Movement: Her choreography tells a story, often weaving themes of heartbreak, empowerment, or seduction. She’s known for starting her routines slowly, building anticipation before exploding into a dramatic finale.

Live Vocals: Celeste sings live during her acts. Her smoky, jazz-infused voice captivates the room, with many claiming her singing feels like she’s whispering secrets directly into their souls.

Opulent Glamour: Her wardrobe features intricate costumes dripping with jewels, feathers, and vintage-inspired elements. She favors deep, moody colors like midnight blue, emerald green, and burgundy, accented with gold or silver. But that won't stop her from wearing other colours.

Interactive Accessories: Celeste incorporates props like crystal-tipped canes, oversized feather fans, or even a cascading silk scarf. She often uses these to enhance her storytelling or to direct the audience’s attention where she wants it. She'll even work with the audience if she's feeling the energy.

Mindful Design: She makes the costumers herself to ensure her outfits are as functional as they are stunning. Her costumes often feature flowing fabrics or detachable pieces, allowing her to reveal layers as her performance progresses.

Lighting Design: She incorporates lighting into her performances to mirror the emotional journey she wants the audience to experience. Soft blues and purples for melancholy numbers, fiery reds and golds for passionate routines. On nights when she’s in full control of her powers, she might subtly dim the lights around her to create a more intimate, dreamlike atmosphere.

Hair and Makeup: Her hair is styled into vintage waves or dramatic updos adorned with jeweled pins or veils, adding to her air of mystique. She opts for bold makeup, with deep red lips and smoky eyes that make her gaze even more magnetic. Her cheekbones are always highlighted to catch the light on stage, enhancing her ethereal aura.

Telepathic Flourish: Occasionally, Celeste will “project” an emotion into the crowd, ensuring her finale leaves them breathless. A well-timed surge of euphoria or desire can turn an already stunning act into an unforgettable experience. When she performs her most vulnerable routines, she allows the audience to feel a glimmer of her own emotions—longing, resilience, or heartbreak—creating an intimate connection that transcends the stage.

Rituals Before a Show: Before every performance, Celeste sits in silence, grounding herself with deep breaths to ensure her telepathy doesn’t overwhelm her. She visualizes weaving her emotions into her act like threads in a tapestry.

Personal Touches: Asside from her costumes, Celeste often designs her own show posters and adds subtle personal touches—like her name written in the shape of constellations, a nod to the interconnectedness she feels with the minds around her.

Coping Mechanisms: Celeste practices meditation and visualization exercises to strengthen her mental barriers. She imagines herself inside a fortress with thick walls, only opening the gates when she chooses to. She uses noise-canceling headphones and binaural beats to drown out intrusive thoughts during particularly bad days.

Journaling: She keeps a journal where she writes about her dreams, thoughts she’s overheard, or her feelings about her powers and the people around her.

Home Life: Her apartment in Sector 10 is cozy but eclectic, filled with vintage furniture, soft lighting, and plants. She keeps it as a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world. She has a white Persian cat named Ivy, who’s both a source of comfort and a demanding diva. Ivy’s aloof but affectionate nature balances Celeste’s need for calm.

Record Player: Celeste owns a vintage record player that her father gave her as a gift for her fifth birthday. The record player is one of the few things Celeste has left from her father. Though she feels betrayed by him, she treasures it as a symbol of the happier times they shared. It’s a beautifully crafted piece with a walnut wood finish and brass accents, a timeless design that has aged with elegance. Despite its age, the player works perfectly because she’s meticulous about its maintenance. She even repaired the needle once with guidance from her brother, Léon. She loves seeing what people gravitate toward, sometimes using it as a quiet way to read their mood without relying on her powers.

The Record Collection: Her collection of vinyl records is vast and eclectic, stored in a floor-to-ceiling shelf she saved up for. The records are organized by mood rather than genre, with categories like "Bittersweet Melancholy," "Smoky Jazz Nights," and "Songs for When the World Feels Too Loud." The collection includes everything from her father’s old favorites—classic rock, blues, and folk music—to her personal discoveries, like soulful R&B, atmospheric trip-hop, pop, hip hop, rock, and vintage French chansons. If it's a vinyl; she has it. Some records still bear his handwritten notes on the covers, like "Play this when you’re feeling brave" or "Perfect for a rainy day." She’s memorized which songs correspond to those notes and feels a pang of nostalgia every time she reads them.

Sanctuary Time: Celeste listens to records every Sunday morning, calling it her "sanctuary time." She brews a cup of coffee or tea, sits by the window with Ivy curled up nearby, and lets the music fill the room. When she’s overwhelmed by her telepathy, the crackling warmth of vinyl provides an anchor, something tactile and real to ground her mind. Celeste has an unspoken rule: anyone who visits her apartment gets to pick a record to play.

✕ ⸻ QUESTIONNAIRE

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

Born and raised in Sol City, Celeste has always felt like the city is both a part of her and a puzzle she’s still trying to solve. The towering skyscrapers, neon-lit streets, and unrelenting pace have shaped her into the person she is, but they’ve also left her with an unshakable sense of restlessness.

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

Celeste doesn’t trust the Council’s leadership, but she’s pragmatic about its role in maintaining some semblance of order in Sol City. Her skepticism stems from both personal experiences and her telepathic insight into the minds of people in power.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

Celeste’s profession, while not her first choice, became a means of survival and self-expression. She’s learned to find satisfaction and empowerment in it, even if it’s a complicated relationship. Sol City didn’t give her many choices, but over time, she carved out a space for herself in the bustling world of Sector 10. Would she choose a different path if she could? Maybe. But for now, the stage is where she feels most alive, even as she navigates the complexities of being both the object of desire and a powerful, independent performer.

what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

Celeste keeps a small, black leather bounder journal with her. It is used for mental escape, a creative outlet, & a safe haven for her thoughts.

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?

Celeste possesses telepathic abilities, which allow her to read, influence, and sometimes project thoughts. Her powers are both a gift and a curse, deeply influencing her life in Sol City.

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

Celeste can hear the thoughts of others within a certain range, particularly in crowded areas like the clubs & streets of Sol City. This often feels like a constant hum in her mind, with voices overlapping & competing for attention. While she can tune some out, the constant flow of others' thoughts can be overwhelming. Her telepathy is particularly strong in moments of emotional or physical proixmity, such as during performances, when she can feel the audiences's thoughts as they react to her. She can subtly influences thoughts or others, planitng ideas or sugestions in this minds. It's less invasive & controlling than mind control, as it os only momentarily & cannot fully break their free will. It can allow her to nudge people toward particular actions oredecions, though she rarely uses it to manipulate others in a malicious way. She might use this power to enhance her performances by making her audience feel a particular emotion, or to calm somone down if their thoughts are too erratic. She can send her thoughts to others, either directly into their minds or as a sort of telepathic communication. She uses this ability sparingly, often in intimate settings when she wants to communicate silently or when it’s necessary for a performance. It’s a way of connecting with others without speaking, which she finds both fascinating and occasionally unnerving.

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?

The constant barrage of others’ thoughts is a never-ending source of mental exhaustion for Celeste. While she can filter out some thoughts, especially those that aren’t immediate or invasive, the sheer volume of internal monologues—combined with her inability to fully control which thoughts reach her—can lead to overwhelming sensory overload. In busy, crowded spaces, this becomes even more difficult to manage, resulting in frequent headaches, fatigue, and emotional strain. When someone close to her is emotionally distressed, she often feels it too, even if she’s not directly reading their thoughts. This vulnerability makes her incredibly sensitive to the moods of others, sometimes leaving her emotionally drained. She has learned to suppress her abilities using medication, but this doesn’t stop the occasional emotional turmoil or exhaustion from still sneaking through. Celeste has no control over random thoughts that invade her mind, including those that come to her in her dreams. Often, she experiences vivid, chaotic dreams that seem like a mishmash of emotions and memories that don’t belong to her. Sometimes, these dreams feel like distant memories, and other times they are nothing more than a rush of disconnected imagery. Her telepathic abilities occasionally cause her to sleepwalk, "acting out" the thoughts she has absorbed during the day. This makes it difficult for her to differentiate between her own desires and those she’s inadvertently picked up from others, particularly when it comes to her emotional well-being. Celeste’s telepathic connection amplifies her emotional ties with others. While she has some control over projecting thoughts or calming others, she struggles with blocking the emotional states of those around her—especially people she’s emotionally close to. This vulnerability means that during emotionally charged events, she often becomes overwhelmed by the feelings of others, unable to differentiate her emotions from theirs. It can create moments of emotional turmoil for Celeste, where her own feelings get muddled with the distress or desires of the people she’s connected to, particularly in environments like her performances, where her audience's reactions are so intense.

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them?

Celeste takes prescription medication to suppress the overwhelming flood of thoughts from others. While the medication dulls the constant noise, it doesn’t eliminate it entirely. Instead, it creates a manageable “background hum.” She’s careful about her dosage, as taking too much leaves her feeling disconnected and numb, while too little brings the chaos of unfiltered thoughts. Her medication often causes headaches, drowsiness, or occasional brain fog, which she combats with strong coffee or herbal teas. She sometimes feels a lingering guilt about needing the medication, as if it makes her less connected to her telepathic abilities, even though she knows it’s necessary for her sanity.

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but coming off that toxic relationship left a lot of insecurities in her. insecurities that took longer to shake off than she would like to admit

i think one of the reasons that bono was so mad when he found out about bon and mick is the fact that bon also kept her last lover from him. and he only ever found out months after they broke up and bon told him all the bad things she went through in that relationship.

and him being hit with the fact he wasn’t able to protect her because she didn’t let him into this aspect of her life. that she went through that alone and val and lew knew before he did.

that a man emotionally scarred his daughter and he couldn't have been able to do anything about it and he still can't because he knows next to nothing about this man and bon won’t let up any of the details about this man’s identity because she wants to move forward and leave it in the past.

and when he finds them in the sim room his first instinct is to protect because bono’s only reference for his daughter’s lovers is the toxic ex, when he knows mick is a good guy, but still can’t shake the feeling because this relationship was hidden from him too.

[look at me with 3 bono!reader thots asks in a day! ~the godparents ask that’s collecting dust in the corner and the bono!reader master doc that hasnt been updated since december~ im doing fine ����]

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ref

omg yes!!

bono would def be a bit taken aback at first, but eventually he would warm up to mick to the point of them doing stuff together without bb, like going on hikes and stuff (mick's choice and bono followed grumbling, but only because mick agreed on doing something of his choice too)

[otakubooknook]

You My Regret (Light Novel) Vol 3 - Review

I’ll be blunt and brief: I didn’t like this one as much :(

Don’t get me wrong, Shimesaba-sensei continues to write another heartfelt story about how opening yourself up to other can help someone overcomethe past. Only this time I felt this third book took some strange directions that put it at odds with the previous entries especially with how good volume 2 was!

Summary: I’ll for sure keep the summary short this time.

The first 1/4 of the book is the obligatory “beach episode” where our four leading friends take some time to have some fun in the sun and have a light hearted outing as a group. Swimsuits are admired and the only real thing of note that happens is Yuzuru is once again presented with the fact that both Ai and Kaoru very much like him, Kaoru is shown to be a bit more assertive in her endeavors to gain Yuzu’s attention… if only for this chapter because other than that, she’s pretty much relegated to the sidelines much like Ai was in the previous book.

Speaking of Ai, she has a few more tender moments with Yuzuru, but more on those later. However, the main focus of this book is the character Risa who made sporadic appearances in book 2 as the ominous self-harming girl who hangs out on the school’s rooftop. In this book we learn her backstory and trauma she carries with her. In short, her father was a talented bass player in a band with his girlfriend whom Risa had a good relationship with. She admired and loved both of them even when her father was known to have a rough side to him. She took up bass herself looking to follow in her father’s footsteps. Tensions boiled over one day and Risa’s father cracked under the pressures of trying to tailor his music to mainstream audiences. After a heated conversation with his girlfriend, he strangled her to death and was subsequently sent to prison.

A defeated Risa, swore off music and attempted to live a normal life away from it, but the whole ordeal left her with a void in her heart she refuses to confront. She still loves music but cant bring herself to immerse herself in that world again for fear of getting hurt or even worse, hurting someone else much like her father was.

With the student festive coming up Sousuke proposes that he, Yuzuru, Ai and Kaoru form a band to perform at the festival’s after party. Having been a fan of Risa’s music back in her bass playing days, Sousuke hopes to coax Risa into picking up the bass again and join their band.

And thats pretty much the bulk of the story: the first quarter is bikinis at the beach while the rest is helping the emotionally scarred girl play bass again. And while that’s not exactly a bad premise, the music element gets really drawn out. Theres only so much you can mention someones “powerful playing” before it loses meaning. I get it, its hard to convey these kinds of things in writing without actually HEARING the music but the language gets so repetitive and hyperbolic that it crosses into cheesy territory.

Im not sure about the page count off the too of my head but whether or not it IS in fact the longest book in the series, it definitely FELT the longest. Not a bad story but by the time the predictable ending rolled around where Risa picks up her bass again and joins Sousuke on stage, I found myself wishing the whole thing had ended a few chapters ago so we could go back to Yuzuru, Ai and Kaoru’s story.

Which we do in the epilogue meant to set up the 4th book. In an earlier chapter, Yuzuru goes inside Ai’s house to help her carry a music keyboard inside. There he learns thar Ai lives alone with her father in a rather small modest apartment. The book closes out with Yuzuru and Ai stumbling into Ai’s older sister who has come to retrieve and bring Ai home, the implication being that she had actually run away from home to live with her father (Higehero much?????)

Unfortunately the series has been inactive since despite the cliff hanger ending. I haven’t seen any updates on a 4th book any time soon which is a shame as I’d hate to see this be the book that got the series dropped. It wasn’t a bad book by any means, just different enough to say the first two were definitely stronger. However I still have my fingers crossed for a 4th book that hopefully picks things up and continues this series!

6.5/10

[whumpdreaming]

10, 18 & 19 for Barb?

Thank you sooo much for sending the ask 😭❤️I promise I'll update Consequences soon..

10. What would devastate them the most, emotionally speaking?

Probably.. exactly what happens. Not necessarily getting kidnapped by the mob, but seeing everything she's worked for (a mediocre job with mediocre pay) being completely ruined. Barb comes from a very "tough love" (read: emotionally abusive) family, and they put a HUGE amount of value on what you can contribute to society, and Barb was very much pressured into going to law school (I think that's what she does? I don't remember and am too tired to check LOL) while being convinced that that's what she really wanted.

Probably her parents were actually pretty well off, but they wouldn't have left Barb any inheritance because she needed to "earn it" just like they had (Barb's great-great-grandparents were basically robber barons lol) and so Barb places a huge amount of focus on "being successful". Even with what she's accomplished (which is not nothing!) her parents still find reasons to pick apart her flaws (not being perfectly in shape despite years of her mother trying to put her on diets, other people being younger and in better positions at her work, etc, etc) and so when she just disappears, it's not just that Barb knows her parents won't really give a shit, but also that everything tied to her self worth is just. Gone. And it takes a bit for it to sink in but uh. Yeah

18. Are they good at taking care of themselves or do they need help?

Barb is probably.. very bad at taking care of herself. She is very bad at recognizing when she is unable to do something, and so is liable to force herself to do it anyway (such as going into work while very sick, etc). Her apartment wasn't shown very much in the first part, but I imagine it's pretty messy (something that stresses Barb out since she's focused on appearances, but she's so stressed anyway that she never finds the time to organize everything). If she lost her job/position via other means (like if she just got fired) then she doesn't really have a support system, and would just like. Slump around in her apartment until she got evicted.

19. Do they have old scars, physical or otherwise?

I kinda answered this question up there, but she has a looot of trauma associated with her parents' high expectations that they place on her because they don't really see her as anything but a tool to potentially get more money and notoriety out of. Also, Barb is definitely a lesbian (something that she eventually embraces as the story goes on) but has shoved herself deep in the closet because her parents.. don't like gay people. Very surprising, I know.

Thanks again!! I've been having a really rough time recently and this made me very happy to answer <3

[irismydude]

A significant amount of time later:

1-2 months

The ADHD brain made me completely forget that I had made this about and so I did not post. Ugh. The constant battle with my mind to actually perform tasks.

Hi! I’m back with an update. It’s been almost 3 years since I began hormones. I began with patches and elevated to estrodial injections eventually moving to progesterone. I noticed initial changes following a few months regarding bust size and hip size. My leg and arm hair grew back slower and my face got softer. As for a few more physical notices I had no change in my performance and even looked into preemptive hormone additions in case my lower section decided to not work, luckily that did not happen and I do not have a particular interest in bottom surgery.

Over the past few years emotionally, i would say I’ve encountered a lot. To go back to the first week would be like going in a Time Machine. I was still intensively undergoing therapy as I had tried to end my life prior to transitioning, due to immense instability when presenting as the gender I was not aligned with. While at this hospital I slowly began changing things about me such as my name, pronouns and my image.

I met with a hospital appointed therapist and presented as Iris in the hopes that I could find some solace for the battlefield that was my mental health. All sides of me were at war to take over and my previous therapist wondered if I had DID. I had already put my parents through death, loss, rehab, relapse, assault, PTSD, etc. I wanted to finally lose myself. And it’s difficult to explain what that looked like.

Through my meetings members encouraged me to invest in wigs, begin changing other things about my self, and that most of all I was loved and accepted. My family wasn’t completely in love with the idea of validation and my friends virtually never validated me because it seemed like to them I was constantly getting in my own way and destroying life around me. It was here that I learned how to accept being loved and cared for, in a healthy way. When others actually lift you up you don’t struggle nearly as much as when you tell yourself they do.

A conversation in particular I can remember was with my therapist. I was explaining how I wasn’t aware that gender was changeable and that I did not have to be stuck living in the Hell that was my body. I told her how much stock I put into being loved by others and finding love for myself. She said: “would you rather be loved by all and no one to know who you really are, or loved by a few who truly know and accept you, and understand who you are.” I couldn’t fathom how people had the strength to be so different from the flow of society. I knew that my walls were crumbling, my mental health was eating itself alive and that my days were numbered from the scars on my body. I knew that it was time for me to try anything to stop the pain.

When we had family sessions my parents would come in, treat me like an alien and leave for the most part. They could not understand how their child could be different. They couldn’t comprehend their own fear of how society would treat them. Our discussions with the therapist left them jarred and in need of explanation. How is someone trans? How do they know? What does it mean? Would they rather die? So many questions that rattled around in their brain, yet how could I answer? For all I had figured out then was that I did not want to die. For the first few years they argued with me about gender ideals, name changes and surgeries regarding the trans experience.

Eventually I was able to communicate clearly that these things were essential in finding myself and being clear in what I needed from life. That independence can look like a number of things. My father continued misgendering me and my mother tried her best to accommodate. While at work I was harassed by men, and found to be curious by women. Most of my conversations revolved around answering questions for cis women and telling men to fuck off.

For a long time, at least early transition the experience was tumultuous and completely jarring how different I was treated. My boss considered me less than efficient when just a few months prior I was considered to be the night shift manager, when I walked in anywhere I became noticed almost immediately, people asked invasive questions and would either find me repulsive or mildly interesting, and above all I had many people ask if I needed help as if I was incompetent. I made many female identifying friends and finding a partner became slightly more bearable as people were not afraid of me, much like the other way round. I was afraid of them. However, cis girls were very kind to me and I very rarely encountered a woman who did not at least compliment one thing about me. I received notes from men that were vulgar, death threats and so on. It was amazing how quickly the so called strong bonded strong minded men could so quickly deny the existence of something and outright abuse that existence.

I had many times where I knew where I stood in my gender identity and people would attempt to change it using their own ideals to try to manipulate my life and the path I’d chosen. I spent many nights crying and asking why I had been cursed, why my life had come to look like this, and I self harmed once more. Though this time I threw myself into tattoos and made it my very expensive hobby.

I finished my arm sleeve tattoo based on the anime Tokyo Ghoul and Kaneki’s struggle with identity. I found a partner I enjoyed being around and who accepted me for how I was, and things began to look different in outcome. I decided to leave my shitty job and try to outsource into the city. Over the course of all these experiences it had only been 2 or 3 months. I had a lot more to go through yet.

[youraveragekilljoy87]

So let’s try this.

Dearest @rose-fairryy,

To start off, my cat went nuts and decided it was a wise decision to pounce on my arm and scratch it. There was very little blood and I was able to clean it, but now I have dark purple bruising on my elbow. However, the scratches do look like old scars, so it’s very aesthetically pleasing and worth the pain. Besides that, nothing has really happened today. My family is on their way home (or so they say) and will be back tonight. I’m not sure how I feel about them coming back. I like the freedom of them being gone but at the same time it doesn’t feel amazing to be alone so much. I finished Dota DB and it has left me emotionally scarred. I feel like it’s one of the only series I’ve ever seen that I could rewatch, others being a series of unfortunate events and probably Avatar TLA. I started Castlevania as well, so I’ll be sure to update you on that. Don’t forget to take pictures of the illustrations inside that les mis copy you mentioned, as well as literally everything else because I miss you and I want to know what you’re experiencing every second. Don’t take that too seriously, though, please enjoy yourself. I say that too much, don’t I? I don’t want this to be too long, but I also worked out for the first time since the Descendants showings started and everything is incredibly sore; even my legs are sore despite me not ever doing leg days ever and only working out my arms. The night before last I stayed the night at Alani’s house and we sat in her room and talked about existential dread and philosophy until five in the morning. I also told her basically my entire life story, which she was weirdly interested in. I’ve discovered that as gay as I am for her due to our arm wrestling rivalry, I don’t think I could be any more than friends with her because she’s a lot like Ananya; she argues the same way I do, but her beliefs are drastically different, so it’s like an immovable object meeting an unstoppable force. This is very long now. Please get back to me when you can. I miss you so much! -Mac

[hermesmoly]

tysm for the tag unni!!

The Rules: Tag People you want to know better and catch up with and answer the following!!!

Four Ships:

1. Wangxian (Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian from MDZS) - greek mythology was one of my passions, still kind of is, but lately I've been venturing out to danmeis and man what can I tell you, Wangxian's love story is beautiful and worthy of the countless retellings (a 5 book series, a 50 episode LA/ the cql, a donghua, a manhua, a chibi anime, YOU NAME IT!!) The way they portray selfless love got my heart all melting up into so many happy pieces (Wangji carrying the 300 strikes on his back, raising WWX's kid, okay i'll shut up now). I may not retweet/reblog them as often as other MDZS content but that's only because if i think about them too long I go clinically insane (j). Shoutout to SangCheng being my favorite MDZS secondary pair tho, Jiang Cheng & Jin Ling as my fav platonic pair and 3ZUN for my favorite poly ship.

2. Sukka (Suki/Sokka from ATLA) - Migrating to twitter to join the ATLA fandom in 2021 was... an experience. But if there was one thing that kept me going through every drama popping out, it's them 💚💙 god i love mutual respect and rivals to lovers and the way they look so simple yet their love is so strong like they found each other in the war EVERY. DAMN. TIME!! Also I'm weak for the goofy guy and the cool girl dynamic, and they nailed that dynamic to the ground. It's a very important pair to me, at least enough to make half of my edits on twitter about them and a dedicated account to daily pictures of them that I don't really update that much anymore.

2. Arenos (Ares/Hypnos from Hades Supergiant / Greek Mythology) - I've had lots of greek myth ships, Zeus/Hera once occupied my mind a lot. Now, maybe it's because both these gods are hardcore favorites, but i love this ship a lot. It's about the war/dream dynamic, the guys struggling through parent issues and finding healing with each other, Ares only being soft around Hypnos and Hypnos letting his guard down for once and allowing himself to be angry and sad towards the one person who understands it (at least Hades!Hypnos would, as he is the reason I love Myth!Hypnos a lot more now). I just think they're neat :>

4. Ninglan (Ningguang/Yelan from Genshin Impact) - One of the first pairings someone would mention when talking about Genshin is Beigguang, the really really popular ship between Beidou and Ningguang. I, however, chose pain. Ninglan excites me because it's a lady in a high position and her operative who does her dirty work,,, but it's more than that. Yelan also helped Ningguang get that position (thru legal but errr still sus means). Yelan is someone who thrives off of danger and pain, Ningguang gives her a job that makes her feel fulfilled, but when Yelan was at her lowest point, when her colleagues died and left her emotionally drained and scarred you know who was with her? Ningguang. It's about the mutual understanding and trust they place in each other, to look at each other and understand what the other is saying by just a glance. They're the embodiment of Phoebe Bridger's "Graceland Too." I love them a normal amount.

Last Song: Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers. I relate to it, after my cousin died. Everytime I feel sad I listen to it and think of my tita (aunt). It makes me feel less alone, and the song is relateable ("I don't need you to tell me what that means, I don't believe in that stuff anymore.") A worthwhile listen when feeling melancholic.

Currently Reading: Mo Dao Zu Shi Vol. 1!! Already finding the donghua and cql, I need a doctorate in this story because I love love love it.

Last Movie: Do series count? If so, my last series was with my mom, In the Name of God: A Holy Betrayal, which is basically a netflix documentary of fucked up Korean Cult Leaders cases. It's quite respectful about its topic and uses real life testimonies. I'm throroughly disgusted by their actions but the marites in me wants to know more.

Craving: for my little cough and cold to end ;) and maybe cheese popcorn. I miss popcorn.

TAGGING!!! hmm whoever wants to!! also @lifeofroos @pocketsizedfish @greekschist @yngwiemalmsteens @venomorphs @maikasaa @crashthemode @bellatrixobsessed1

<3 thank you @papillon82fluttersby :D

The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:

Four ships:

Zeus/Ganymede: feel like it'd be a crime not to start here, haha. I've always been into mythology, but randomly thinking about Ganymede's myth a couple years ago now (that long!!) got me wanting to read Greek myth stuff, and I started with the Iliad (for the Trojan-related angle) and the Bibliotheke, and so. I might currently be more focused elsewhere but this is still my beloved ship <3 You can do so much with them, and, especially, I'd say, by interpreting them as mutually in love. There's obviously other m/m couples in Greek myth and even one of those that at first looks tragic doesn't need to end that way (Apollo/Hyacinthus) but there are so many reasons Zeus/Ganymede is the one that has me by the throat.

Menelaos/Paris: Honestly, looking back I'm not quite sure how I didn't zero in on this one from reading the Iliad itself the first time, because this is definitely one of the flavours of ships I love. This ship is also what led to, first, Helen/Menelaos/Paris for me and then Helen/Paris, because 99% of the time I just don't care at all about het ships. This ship is also why I currently am like I am about Paris! Make no mistake, I didn't hate or dislike him before that, either, like the majority of Tumblr (and elsewhere) seem to do; reading the Iliad I mostly thought him kinda hapless and inoffensive, so going from there and liking him wasn't that big of a step. The possibility of them having bonded during those nine days in Sparta (or in Troy!), going from friends (or more) to enemies with complicated feelings still in the background is just so damn juicy to me.

Carmilla/Laura: original novella flavour! One day I hope to do a rewrite/retelling of my own, that would definitely end with Laura going or otherwise together with Carmilla, one way or another. The way Carmilla talks to/about Laura and what they feel for each other is just. so great. The caterpillar quote. The one about Laura loving her or hating her, and especially "love will have its sacrifices; no sacrifice without blood". And you know. The boob-biting to feed is extremely inspired and very hot, even if Le Fanu undoubtedly didn't mean it that way. I don't care. They're mine now. :)

Darth Vader & Luke Skywalker: Since I am so deeply into gen&family ships aside from romantic/sexual shipping, it feels, again, like a crime not to mention these two. The ST might have broken the back of my fannish engagement in SW currently, but these two? I love them. I love Luke's impossible and earnest belief in his father's inherent goodness, I love that fucking scene at the end of ESB where Vader reaches out and Luke reflexively, despite everything, says 'father?' HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE IT???

Last song: Oh, uhh... I don't remember, but it's possible it was Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer (happens to be one of my Helen/Paris songs for late war lol). I end up listening to a row of songs while drawing, sometimes (which is the only time I can listen to music and actually do something else at the same time), but it could have been another one, just as well.

Currently reading: Iliaden - en cover, by Dimitrios Iordanoglou, which is a (pretty heavily, sometimes) abridged and modernized version of the Iliad where the language is extremely slangy sometimes and the setting has been moved into "present day". Everyone uses guns and stuff. Apollo's main epithet is now "the Bomber" lol and he uses bombs and grenades. It's both extremely fun(ny) and really interesting, even if the language used sometimes make me wince even when I get why he's chosen it. But it's exactly because I know the changes he's made etc. that makes it extra interesting. When he keeps lines word-for-word from the Iliad they both stick out and fit in very well and it's interesting to see that, too. Also, and much longer than the above, is Paris in the Epic Tradition : a Study in Homeric Techniques of Characterization by Roberto Nickel, his thesis from 1997! I've mentioned it before; Nickel is exploring the possibility of the Iliad having changed/presented Paris (a lot) differently from how he might have been in traditional oral epic material. It's really interesting!

Last movie: Dungeon and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves! Loved it, a lot of fun, and despite how long it was, it all moved along at a good clip, nothing dragged.

Craving: Uh... :C Fics/art for my rare pairs? lol

Tagging: @a-gnosis @battlinghurricanes @crowlilies @my-name-is-apollo @scribeprotra @kebriones

[grieverled-moved]

So far, I only have these Verses available. I’ll definitely be tweaking them  &  updating the list on as time goes on. If you want to know anything else about them, or even request one be made in the future, just let me know.

                    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈.  ◆  FINAL FANTASY 8 VERSE

                            𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.       A SeeD Operative planted into the role of a Leader, though not by choice of his own. As trials progress, pressures raising, the question of whether or not Squall Leonhart will grow into a successful one depends solely on him  &  him alone. His decision on whether or not to embrace said role is tested as his world  &  his old views are challenged, changed by those he meets along the way. Following closely along the original events of FFVIII, it can also take place anywhere before the games events  —  most threads can take place during Squall’s time as a SeeD Cadet in Balamb Garden, or after he graduates  &  becomes a mercenary operative. Depending on preferences, threads can be canon compliant or canon divergent. Squall is very cold  &  detached at first  &  is hard to get close to as he keeps a firm wall between him  &  others emotionally, but gradually he warms up with continual effort  &  patience through continued interactions. For the most part — despite his prickly nature, Squall is a candid yet fair leader who does his best to help others in times of chaos.

              𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒.  ◆  POST FINAL FANTASY 8 VERSE

                            𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.         Takes place anywhere from a few months to a few years after the events of VIII. Squall is usually portrayed as 24 - 25 in this Verse. Years have passed since since Ultimecia’s attack, Squall still left to deal with the fall out of the war  &  chaos caused as Commander of Balamb Garden  —  though he finds things aren’t always as clean  &  easy to deal with as people may think. Squall begins to question his relationships, navigating the shaky peace of his new life  &  his responsibilities as he tries to figure out what his true purpose is  —  his genuine wants without all the battles  &  fighting, the commander position or the knight duty.

The after effects left to fix  &  heal aren’t just environmental either  —  lingering mental scars of his time left in Time Compression begin to make their marks known through shifting memories. His relationships are tested, the traumas of war running far too deep  as the residual damage rises to the surface once more  —  &  amidst all the change, new truths are discovered. The battle is far from over.

                       𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.  ◆  KINGDOM HEARTS VERSE

Interactions set in this verse can take place between ANY of the KH games. I should also warn that there are two versions of my KH verse depending on the muse requesting it.         One that takes place directly after Dissidia — more directly aimed towards other FF muses who want to still interact with my KH Leon  &  one where Leon grew up in Radiant Gardens — more meant for muses from other media and games. Think Sora, but less helpful with Heartless.   ( The only major difference is that Leon still has his memories of his time in Dissidia  &  from VIII. )

                             𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.               ( 𝐊𝐇𝟏 ) Leon resembles his Final Fantasy VIII counterpart a lot closer here — being a bit standoffish, distant  &  cold upon first meeting, though despite his lone wolf attitude, he is endlessly kind  &  shows his care through his actions. He offers his aid whenever possible to those in need of world or in Traverse Town without expecting anything back. He leads the rebellion against the Heartless  &  is known to do regular patrols around Traverse Town to try keep its inhabitants safe. Leon travels frequently off world using his gummi-ship to study other places affected by the Darkness, trying to find a way to reverse it. When he comes across a falling world, since he doesn’t have access to a key-blade to truly defeat the Heartless, he focuses his efforts more on evacuation  &  defence — escorting survivors to safety from their falling world to the safety of Traverse Town whenever possible — something heavily reminiscent to when Cid saved him  &  the others from the falling Gardens.

                            𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.               ( 𝐊𝐇𝟐 )           After the events of KH 1, Hollow Bastion was finally restored  &  everyone returned back to their home worlds. But things are far from being finished. Following Maleficent’s reign on the barren world, it’s fallen to ruin over the long years spent abandoned  &  is hardly liveable for the first few months between all the needed repairs and the residual Heartless lingering around. Though it does little to truly upset Leon. It’s something they can fix  &  at the end of the day, they’ve made it back home. He’s a lot less closed off, more prone to cheekily joking around with the other Radiant Garden members following their world’s return  &  restoration. The man works himself tirelessly to try restoring Hollow Bastion back to it’s former state, while also continuing to lead defensive efforts against the Heartless  &  Dusks that linger about. Leon is definitely a workaholic — always preferring to be busy to avoid someone else having to do his jobs, but he finds some joy in it  &  takes comfort in the fact that it’s all for a good cause.

                            𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.               ( 𝐊𝐇𝟑 )         By far the most calm  &  optimistic version of Leon you can meet ( before the ending anyways… ). He still retains some remnants of his stern commander-like personality — strict  &  on top of everything going on inside of Radiant Gardens walls, but he’s far more lenient  &  fair, more friendly to chat with overall, if a little aloof at times. With the Gardens finally finished in their repairs  &  the threat of the Heartless becoming greatly manageable, there’s less stress following him around these days. Leon doesn’t travel often from Radiant Garden, out of some lingering fear that if he returns it’ll vanish again or he won’t be around to defend it, but occasionally he will leave to check in on those from Traverse Town. He still performs a lot of the older duties he used to before his world was properly restored, only now he works alongside the old Radiant Garden Guards to help keep things safe  &  under control. Old habits die hard.

                            𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.               ( 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐇𝟑  /  𝐑𝐄:𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ) Following Sora’s sudden vanishing — Leon does all he can to help aid the Guardians of Light in their search. He views Sora as his responsibility — almost like a younger sibling  -  a son  -  so Sora’s loss affects him a great deal once he learns of it. He manages to keep in touch with Riku following the news  &  works closely with those in the castle to share their findings  &  possible clues. For the most part, Leon spends a lot of his time going over old reports kept throughout the years, scavenging through old castle remains  &  snooping around off world when he can. While still optimistic  &  hopeful, he is notably more forlorn  &  guarded.

              𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈.  ◆  FINAL FANTASY 7 ( TURK ) VERSE

                          𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Squall Leonhart, sometimes referred to as his alias, “Leon”  —  was born in Junon, though currently, he resides in Midgar. He was orphaned as a young child  &  taken into a foster family  &  trained with the main intention to join SOLDIER from that point on. It wasn’t long before he caught the eye of a Shinra Turk  &  not soon after, he was recruited. Though the profession he’d ended up pursuing, thriving in had shifted greatly.

Closed off from a young age at the trauma the loss of his family had caused, it only further worsened over the passing years to where he was able to shut everything off near completely by throwing himself tirelessly into his training  &  his work. It gave him a goal to work towards over the years, however hollowed it felt, something to cling to  &  focus on. With little outside interactions / bonds formed from his younger years up until adulthood, aside from focusing solely on his missions, Squall is notably more bristling, suspicious  &  distrusting of strangers, yet heavily duty bound — his missions always come first, his personal feelings far later.

While he is somewhat aware of how nefarious Shinra’s true plans are, Squall currently holds little drive or incentive to oppose them or leave. Though they have done horrible things, in his eyes, they’ve done good as well. With a world view consisting of things being more grey then simply sorted inbetween good or evil, his views are tested over the course of the game, his motives changing to grow along with them. He is able to be swayed should the right bonds be formed.

                      𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐒.  ◆  FINAL FANTASY 15 ( HUNTER ) VERSE

                          𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Takes place anywhere over the main events of XV. Squall is usually portrayed as 23 - 33 in this Verse. In his younger years, Squall’s family grew up around Cape Caem’s Outpost for a short while, though as relations between the two Nations shifted  &  Daemons began appearing around the continent, maintenance of the areas local lighthouse grew far too dangerous  &  difficult to upkeep. Once warm  &  inviting, the Cape was left cold  &  deserted, overrun with Daemons  &  barren of human activity that only further worsened as the years passed.

After the loss of his family in the fray of everything, it’s then that Squall chooses to take up the Alias “Leon” as he joins the paramilitary civilian organization, Hunters. After watching his own home fall to ruin because of the rising monster activity, Leon chooses to help more directly in combatting the threats while providing protection to locals with the skills he’s developed. As a hunter, he is often tasked with destroying Daemons  &  aggressive forms of wild-life by accepting bounties from local Tipsters across Lucis, but he is known to do other forms of work to help those living on the out-lands. Examples are escorting travellers through the more dangerous of locations, patrolling local havens, investigating ruins, delivering goods,  &  even helping with farm work in areas that have become infested with monsters.

During the Long Night, he spends a large majority of his time training new Hunters  &  accompanying them out of hunts of their own, while focusing on defending cities  &  still running Outposts against Daemons.

                     𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀.  ◆  DISSIDIA VERSE

                          𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Since he has retained his memories from Prior Cycles, Squall is now more open to relying on others. While not so keen initially, now he won’t hesitate to offer his help should someone need it, though he is still awkward  &  a little distant. While he still wants to go off  &  do his own thing, he doesn’t mind company  &  generally gets along fairly well with his fellow warriors after warming up to them. While he doesn’t go out of his way to find or join groups, he’s definitely more accepting when it happens. Squall is not interested in the cycle overall  &  simply wants to go back home, but he does have a fondness for the gods’ world  &  those he’s met  &  befriended along the way — enough to yield a crystal doppelgänger to fight in his place.

                           𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃.  ◆  RESIDENT EVIL VERSE

                         𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. A skilled Ex Mercenary who used to work for the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service (U.B.C.S.). It was a private military force that specialized heavily in rescue operations during biohazard outbreaks  &  was employed by the Umbrella Corporation. Squall, during his time served among their ranks, held the position in his assigned Platoon as back up  for his Squad, where he also functioned as their weapons technician / specialist. He was somewhat close to the gunsmith Joseph Kendo, also knowing Barry Burton  &  making his acquaintance through the Kendo brothers.

He is one of the few survivors of the deployed squads who served during Raccoon City Destruction Incident.

In the aftermath of Raccoon City, Squall went into hiding somewhere on the coast of the United States, residing there until he was able to form his next course of action. He feels a deep set sense of guilt  &  regret for his hand in serving under Umbrella, feel partially responsible for the destruction the group has caused,  &  therefore, still harbours a long-standing anger towards them. Once he caught wind of the formation of the B.S.A.A., he lept at the chance to join their ranks, contacting Barry Burton to get a leg in the door.

He now functions primarily within as evacuation aid  &  helps with restoration / relief efforts following bioterrorism attacks. He sometimes transfers between TerraSave  &  the B.S.A.A. depending on where the extra effort is needed more.

𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.  ◆  FANTASY HUNTER AU

                   𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Squall Leonhart, better known under his alias’ — the ‘Lion Hunter’  /  ‘Leon’ — is a young man who attained his status as a full-fledged Hunter after years of training following the fall of his home town to a night-creature raid. He managed to survive, though he lost the others in the process. Squall clings tightly to his past using the guilt  &  regret as a heavy motivation to continue with his ruthless hunts under his Guild’s orders — all in the name of protecting the innocent.

Over time, he starts to question their motives, on whether all creatures of the night and supernatural are the true mindless beasts, or if that title goes to his Guild. Much of this verse focuses on Squall as he navigates the world around him, taking up missions  &  meeting other Hunters or the occasional Supernatural being — centred around his conflicting worldviews  &  how each interaction will shape him further from who he once was and what he believed.

* CAN BE TWEAKED UPON REQUEST.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ORIGINALLY — this started off as a Vampire Hunter AU — but it’s versatile enough to work into any Hunter-themed dark fantasy verse with monsters. Open to adjust for muses to meet — just ask. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━

                                   𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃.  ◆  WEREWOLF AU

             𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Growing up in a quaint, pastoral town, Squall had a normal childhood, raised in a small family of four. His father was one of the lead Hunters in the area, while his mother ran a local Inn  &  flower shop. His father was often called away on missions far away from home, leaving their family  &  town alone for extended periods of time. During one of his missions, a sudden  &  vicious attack is waged on their home — Ellone  &  Squall unfortunately lost their mother during the attack. During their scramble to flee, Squall is left injured by one of the beasts,  barely managing to make it away after Ellone saves him. Following the chaos, the siblings are left with no choice but to leave — their home no longer being safe to stay in. With no sign of their father’s return, they assume the worst, moving away  &  try their best to restart with what little they’re able to salvage. 

The small moment of peace doesn’t last for long, as Squall soon finds himself infected following the attack with Lycanthropy. Years pass  —   &  between the increasingly worrying gaps in his memory between each shift, Ellone’s mysterious loss weighs on him like a noose, guilt  &  regret only growing each time — only further spurring on his internal war with his newfound wolf-side as he remains packless  &  alone. In this verse, Squall travels across the countryside from city to city, never staying in one place for too long as he masquerades as a Hunter in his personal quest to find a cure for his lycanthropy. Between getting attacked by other Hunters  &  threatened by other wolves, Squall makes the acquaintance of a few strangers willing to offer their protection  &  help.

                                                 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍.  ◆  GHOST AU

                    𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Passing abruptly through unfortunate circumstances, the spirit of Squall Leonhart is forever restless. Though he still retains some of his old memories, the years have started to wittle them away  &  make them weaker  —  in turn, his physical forms appearance starts to take on a shadowed hue. Lose anymore of himself  &  he’d soon be just another mindless Shade. He appears around the abandoned home’s vicinity, tirelessly guarding the area  &  scaring off the living  from the dangerous terrain, not remembering the reason why — only knowing that he feels strongly about preventing others from getting hurt.

A benevolent spirit overall, Squall isn’t overly malicious or aiming to truly terrify others. Usually when confronted, he makes a quick escape, hiding  &  making himself as scarce as possible. He’s bound to the old building he met his untimely end in — to both the overgrown property surrounding it  &  a dirty, rusted pendant he’d left behind while living. After many years isolated alone in solitude, he finds himself roused from his solemn  &  withering state at the sudden appearance of a bold blonde willing to renovate  &  fix the old home up. 

Cloud Strife — the new home owner, is the one who finds his lost pendant  &  thus begins the unlikely friendship between the pair as they try to figure out the mystery behind how Squall died  &  how to help him move on.

                                      𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒  &  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒.  ◆  ROYALTY AU

                     𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. Squall Leonhart  —  Prince of Balamb  —  a small, peaceful Island nation that ironically specializes in military training,  &  newest Commander in charge, must resort to marriage to secure an sudden Alliance between his Kingdom  &  that of Nibelhiem, against their shared enemy.

After the neighbouring Trabia is mercilessly overtaken by the rivalling country, it prompts panic, spurring the ocean-side nation to bolster what forces they can so they don’t lose their freedom in the wake of the dawning invasion. The two Kings do their best to guide their Kingdoms to victory while also trying to navigate the newness of their own bonds as the battle wages on.

[ificouldwrite]

My Fic List!

this post has a link of the bbc merlin fics that i’ve written on ao3,  if you’d like to give them a read, that would be lovely! thank you so much :) i’ll also take requests if you want to send one in! 

i don’t write reader inserts, sorry! 

💚 = completed

💛 = in progress

here’s the list in no particular order: 

- To the Brows Laid in Thorn and Weapons Made of Words 💚: arthur finds out about merlin's magic prior to the events of season 5 and post-season 4. he goes into sullen silence to punish merlin for lying to him, leaving merlin in the interim of "does he want me dead or does he just need time?" Major TW: su!cide attempt, su!cidal thoughts, struggling with mental health, graphic depictions of violence, injuries, and death. (there will be a happy ending!)

- Arthur Pendragon Loves Flowers 💚: ~3,000 words, inspired by that one scene in one of the earlier episodes where Arthur asked Merlin where his flowers were, and Merlin proceeds to get Arthur bouquets of flowers from there on out. Very angsty fic, but there is a happy ending! (Love confessions, language of flowers, fluff and then heavy angst, Merlin/Arthur, TW: temporary character death, descriptions of violence, eventual happy ending).

- The Way Things Fall 💚: ~25,000 words (my longest fic!) Modern Crime AU where Merlin and Arthur are detectives trying to solve a serial killer case, but Arthur is emotionally repressed and the mystery may be closer to the heart than they think. TW: graphic descriptions of violence, death, and injuries. (Eventually happy ending, relationships: Merlin/Arthur, Gwen/Lancelot, Percival/Gwaine, Morgana/Leon). 

- Love Me Not 💚: ~3,000 words, post-magic reveal. Merlin/Arthur, past Gwen/Arthur. Arthur is repressed as always. He treats Merlin very differently than he had treated Gwen, and Merlin begins to wonder whether or not he's worth being loved in the same way. Whether Arthur even loves him at all. (Emotional hurt/comfort 4+1 with a happy ending!)

- The Cost of Magic and What a King Values 💚: ~9,000 words, Merlin’s magic revealed. Arthur reacts badly and ignores Merlin’s injuries, and they have a massive falling out. Set just after "The Sword in the Stone" (part 1 and 2). Aithusa doesn't go to Morgana because Aithusa being emaciated breaks my heart, and Gwen doesn't marry Arthur. (Eventual Merlin/Arthur love confession; hurt Merlin, TW: graphic descriptions of violence + temporary character death; guilty Arthur; eventual happy ending!)

- Tell Me You Love Me 💚: ~5,000 words, Arthur Returns fic in modern era, Merlin/Arthur relationship where Arthur is emotionally repressed (as always) and can’t bring himself to say the words “I love you” to Merlin. Angst with a happy ending, character injury. 

- I’m Forever Missing Him 💚: ~8,000 words, upon the magic reveal, Arthur has Merlin hanged. (Major TW: graphic descriptions of violence, implied/referenced suicide, major character death, HEAVY angst, happy ending in chapter 2, guilty Arthur, hurt Merlin). 

- breathing memories 💚: ~6,000 words, Arthur breaks up with Merlin for having magic and relives some of his old memories through a watch. (Modern era, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, breaking up/making up.)

- Oh, the Scars I’ve Left  💚: ~3,000 words. Merlin makes one too many excuses to Uther on Arthur’s orders, and has to pay the price. (hurt Merlin, angst, guilty Arthur, hurt/comfort, eventual Merlin/Arthur, first kiss, TW: graphic descriptions of injuries, happy ending). 

thank you so much for reading if you choose to! this list will be updated whenever i post a new fic. have a lovely day, lovely people :D

[itsclydebitches]

Jumping off your V6 Giftbag nit-pick: Considering emblems are/were a thing, I'm surprised we don't see a lot of interaction with clothing in RWBY. How cool would it be if Ruby's cloak belonged to a silver-eyed ancestor? Or that the purple sash on Yang's leg was a symbol of good luck from her dad? Or Weiss modifying her family crest or Blake getting piercings in her cat ears instead of wrapping them in a bow? All these little things that would add so much to their characters.

Yes, stuff like that would be amazing! Now that I think about it, RWBY has already made space in the show for that kind of characterization, they just made it... bland. AKA, the outfit changes in Volume 7. Rather than having a couple of characters generically change their hair for no reason other than what the audience might headcanon (I guess killing your stalker ex with your maybe girlfriend makes people crave a haircut?) actually tie the change to the character and to whatever they're personally going through.

The one example I can think of where RWBY did this decently is with Jaune: upgrading with Pyrrha's armor and then later incorporating a bit of her sash (even if I question, from a world building perspective) why he has her personal effects + how he got them in the midst of/following a horrific battle. Especially when Pyrrha disintegrated.) But still, we understand both why he's changing now and why that change is emotionally significant. It adds something to his story rather than simply being change for the sake of change.

Personally, I love the idea of Blake getting some awesome earrings, moving from hiding her ears, to letting them be natural, to actively showing them off. I've wanted Weiss to move away from the pincess-y look for a while, just because it's so closely tied to the image her father sculpted for her. Give me a short-haired, practical-but-still-stylish looking Weiss (similar to Winter, perhaps?) who never could have passed as Jacques' perfect heiress. Maybe even a callback where Ruby notes that she's dropped the combat skirt and Weiss admits that it was never really her thing. Yeah, give us an ancient, tattered cloak that's been passed down through multiple SEWs, old enough that Maria recognizes on sight it even though Ruby dyed it red after her mother's death. Give me a Yang who, after getting blindsided by Adam, gives herself an impromptu buzz cut both to symbolize this new stage of her life and so that no one can ever use her long hair as a combat weakness. I want Nora's scars to be on her face (cowards) and for Ren to incorporate something of Nora's alongside his dad's dagger; for Oscar to hold onto pieces of his farmboy identity and Ozpin to carry bits of the past that aren't just random bomb-canes. Why can't the gears in Qrow's weapon be a nod to his long relationship with Oz? (A great nitpick I saw recently). Why can't Ruby and Yang both have a splash of purple to represent their family? Why have these characters traveled across a good chunk of their world now, but visiting all those places have barely left a mark? Why can't all the characters wear clothes that MATCH THE ENVIRONMENT THEY'RE IN? Sure, they've changed physically, but the changes are largely, randomly cosmetic, devoid of any meaning outside of, "It's a new Volume and we need new models for the next three-ish years. Better give the characters an outfit update. Incorporate the meaning of those changes into the story? Nah, too much work."

[luckyqueenreign]

I really think the only reason Suresh looked at us while proposing to the insecure queen that is Meera was to see if he can get a reaction from us (Playing Devil's advocate here), maybe to see if we were bothered by it , to see if we still care. But why not just ask us? Why not drag mc for a chat to see what was her answer before casa? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE FB!!!

Atp the only way i am forgiving Suresh is if he comes in with the new islanders and reveals that the man who came back from casa amor is his long lost evil twin who drugged and kidnapped him to take his place in the show.

But jokes aside, these last updates were brutal and honestly kind of emotionally scarring and you have been a becon of light for the Suresh route girlies (not that the pixel man desrves it). Are you okay?

bestie I just laughed so hard at evil twin!!! 💀💀💀💀

Im ngl I felt a little defeated after this week, just back to back weeks of no Suresh redemption was challenging to wrap my head around. BUT I told myself I wouldnt react this week and I would just think rationally first. And it is weird that the kiss was exactly how he kissed MC (hes never done that before when he kissed the other girls...almost to show MC what shes missing) and marrying Meera?? He knows this girl has been on MC's case since she got back, has he even spoken to words to this girl PERIOD? And then to look at MC!! He hasn't been looking at MC since he got back from Casa (evil twin theory applies 💀) I just feel like something is brewing. Finn's out of left field speech might be his wake up call.

love you for checking on me 💖🥰💖🥰💖

[impossiblesuitcase]

I haven't seen anyone talk about the potential infertility in Kai's family. Kai has no siblings, and while he may have aunts, uncles and cousins on his mother's side, they aren't royalty and wouldn't have much bearing on the story.

His father's side though would be royal, however there isn't so much as a mention of aunts, uncles, cousins or even grandparents. This leads me to believe that the royal family has had few children in its five generations, potentially due to infertility. If such relatives existed, Levana killing Kai would be pointless, as his cousin or such would ascend to the throne. But the impression is that Levana will remain empress after his death, so she can hatch her plot to conquer earth.

My only other guess would be based on the fact that the dynasty was founded in the turbulence of a world war. Perhaps the first couple generations were so busy healing a scarred nation that they felt they did not have the luxury of a large family. But that would likely phase out by his great-grandfather's generation, so the question of fertility can still be raised.

A lot of people go down the infertility angle with Cinder because Cinder mirrors Levana, and Levana was infertile. However, Dr. Erland said that Cinder would likely have little issue producing children on her part, and as the Princess of Luna, Logan Tanner would have ensured she was fertile. After all, if she were barren, the Blackburn line would die out.

I think it'd be more interesting if any infertility issues Kaider had were because of Kai rather than Cinder, particular since it has grounding in canon.

When a woman is infertile, society views it as a tragedy because of the stereotypes that bearing children is a woman's sole goal in life. But male infertility is just as devastating for couples, and for men who may feel inadequate in their inability to give their spouse children. Kai is shown as a very sensitive person—in tune with his emotions—and you can likely imagine how this would affect him emotionally.

I have no doubt Cinder and Kai would have children, but it is possible that there'd difficulties along the way. Of course, this is set in the future, and particularly for royalty there'd be the latest methods of IVF and surrogacy (though Cinder's ability to retain a pregnancy isn't the issue).

Update:

"The last in line to the empire", so there's literally no one left after Kai, so he doesn't even have the aforementioned relatives that could possibly take over.

Update 2: I wrote a fic