#to get ahead of all the tags: this is his child lmfao

[luciiferous]

you will be my world, my world, my world

textless version:

[odetodilfs]

A warm May evening

A/N: Two fics in 24 hours wow! I'm inspired honestly, don't expect such consistency from me lmfao, anyway have this cute ass little fic I made. I just had this idea with Frankie and it was so beautiful, like.. you two having a kid? Perfection.

This takes place like 5 years after the movie btw

Pairing: father!reader x father!Frankie Morales OFCs: Yours and Frankie's daughter, Carmen :)

CWs: Kissing but in a non sexual way, you two have an adopted kid, reader obviously has masc pronouns as it says in the pairing, established relationship (marriage), also just a little Spanish at the end cause my hispanic ass can't write something without spanish when it's a hispanic character I'm writing.

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“Frankie, come on, we’re waiting!” you shouted upstairs, wondering whatever the fuck was taking your husband so goddamn long to come down. It was a beautiful mid May afternoon, a golden light outside bathed the street and hinted at dawn. Carmen was waiting too, she was your adopted daughter that you and Frankie loved to pieces. She was a lively girl from Mexico whose parents couldn’t make it. It was just giving a child who had lost hope at having parental love being adopted and given a second chance at a family, it made everything even more endearing. You had adopted her when she was 1, now she was 5 and she obviously had to socialize and make friends, and the park was the perfect place to do so.

“Okay okay I’m coming” he said as he hurried down the stairs, looking at you when he stopped, “We ready?” he asked, “Yup” you replied and Frankie walked over to you and gave you a peck on the lips, I’m so sorry for taking so long…” you smiled at the gesture, Carmen just made that disgusted face that children make when they see their parents kiss. You walked out onto the street, Carmen ahead of you, wanting to get to the park already as you and Frankie took in the late spring beauty, flowers on the sidewalk with beautiful flowering trees, sometimes you wondered what you had done that life had been kind to you in the past years, after Frankie failed his mission in Colombia it seems like life had some mercy on you two.

You held Frankie’s hand and looked at him, despite you having been married for years, you still found him the most beautiful man in the world, his eyes, his nose, his stubble, you were in love with this man. You stared back and smiled at each other as he squeezed your hand tighter. You arrived at the park and sat on a bench close to the playground, “Okay Carmen, you can go now, have fun” Frankie smiled at her, “Bye dad!” she said as she went off to play. “You’re an amazing dad” Frankie smiled, complimenting you, “You too” was all you could say, “And a great husband…” he said as he smiled and laid his head on your shoulder, you smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, it was your own little gesture between the two of you. Frankie’s happiness was over the roof, you knew how much of a family man he was and an evening at the park with his husband and his daughter was amazing, even if it seemed something so mundane.. he liked that, he liked everyday things, he liked little moments. You kept an eye on Carmen so that she wouldn’t get into trouble. She was playing in the sandbox with some other kids, making castles and with some cars some other children had brought, your hands were still intertwined with Frankie’s. You sat in a comfortable silence. Carmen played tag with the kids when they got tired of the sandbox as you and Frankie talked about many things, money, reminded each other that you loved the other, and gave each other little kisses. When the sun started to go down and some kids started to leave, you and Frankie stood up to go home. “Carmen, time to go home!” you shouted, she pulled an angry face as she said goodbye to her new friends as she ran over to you two, “Did you have a good time?” Frankie asked her, “Yes! I made friends!” she replied happily, you smiled at your husband, you were proud of your daughter.

The trip home was filled with conversations and laughter in the dim evening light, it was all so beautiful and so perfect. As you arrived at the front door of your house, you warmed up a bath for Carmen and decided to split tasks with Frankie, “I’ll bathe Carmen, you make dinner?” he asked you, 

“Yeah” you smiled and turned around,

“Querido” he stopped you, your heart fluttered at the name as your husband roped you in for a kiss in the lips, kind of long but not suggestively, “This was one of the best evenings in my life” he smiled at you, “Mine too, te quiero, hermoso…” “Yo más” he said as he kissed your neck, “Okay okay, we can do this later, let’s take care of Carmen first” you said with a chuckle, Frankie smiled and laughed as he went into the bathroom and you went to the kitchen.

[shaanks]

we talk a lot about my favourite bastard man Doffy but i dont think i know your opinions on Rosinante 👀

Chibsssss hello bby!

Please listen I have so many feelings about Rosi (altho I mostly call him Cora bc like. Law reasons asdlkfjasdf).

Dressrosa spoilers ish ahead so if you're not there yet, avert thine eyes (I'll tag also):

There's a lot about like. He and Doflamingo's childhood, and the decisions their father made, and the way their lives diverged and converged and ultimately diverged again that makes me really crazy. The degree to which Cora believed--and knew--that his brother was deeply dangerous, even from a young age, the way he was willing to step back into a very damaging arena to do something about that, the way he spent his entire life forever trying to do good, to be good, while having to squash and hide those parts of himself just. Kills me.

The way he immediately knew tiny, dying, horribly wounded and deeply angry little Law just needed someone to fucking help him, after what he'd been forced to live through. the way he got so deeply, righteously, progressively angry with every doctor that looked at a sick child and ignorantly refused to help. Like. Crying real tears over a sleeping little boy bc he knew how much pain the kid was in. Because he knew how bad it hurt to be a scared little kid forced to be so much older than you were.

I love that Law, who pretends to be so cold and detached, wears the evidence of that love all over him, how he's warm and good and cares despite all his best attempts because it's hard to be loved so deeply and not turn out that way. idk.

I get a headache thinking about how good he was, and how doomed he was, and how deeply every step of his life impacted everyone that knew him, for better or worse.

I love Cora lmfao.

As a character: 1000000/10

As a guy I'd wanna hang out with: 10000000000/10

Ask me my opinion about OP and I'll answer 100% honestly

[kyber-crystal]

how would you feel about a headcanon of din and reader making the crest more homey and cozy? i can just imagine it with fairy lights and stuff 🥺 x

STOP OMG i’m going to go. soft.

din’s not one for decorating or being fancy. he’s not messy, but he isn’t a stickler for keeping every little thing in check

in short, he’s no neat freak but he does clean the razor crest when he needs to

but when you came along you were like

sir,,, how do you ,,,,this place looks so PLAIN

and din just goes ??? what do you mean?? “i think the ship is fine. it’s not broken, there’s nothing wrong with it”

“no, not that. it needs to be spiced up a bit.” “what do you mean spiced u—” “decorated!” 

he doesn’t care about decorations at all but seeing your face light up at the idea makes him want to do it 🥺

so you make a quick rest stop and spend the entire afternoon tidying up and decorating the place 

the child keeps getting tangled up in the fairy lights and a good twenty minutes of your time is spent keeping him away from the supplies

but poor thing just wants to help out : ‘) so you lift him up and let him help hang part of it 

and he just smiles and your heart explodes 

(din’s doing more staring at you rather than helping you but you’re too busy focusing on what you’re doing to notice LOL)

"din, stop standing around and do something!”

“i was. doing something.”

LMFAO poor guy

so he finally gets to work right

until he feels something hit his back

and he turns around to see you giggling, and looks down to see a giant fluffy pillow by his boots (feet? boots? booted feet? asdfoiasdf)

din would normally get upset

but like it’s YOU and how could he get mad at his little angel 🥺

so he just sighs and chuckles, tosses the pillow back at you and continues what he’s doing

now it’s your turn to sit down in a beanbag chair and stare at him as he finished decorating (mainly the places you were unable to reach) bc mans is secsy asf when he works

grogu watches you watch him and he’s giving you this Look this entire time that seems to say i See you staring at his ass

and it just goes like that until he’s finally finished an hour or two later

finally you turn on all the lights and smile widely, spreading your arms out 

“see! that wasn’t too difficult, was it?” 

“you worked for barely an hour and left me to do the rest of the work...but yes”

“and i got a fantastic view of your backside! that alone was a lot to take in”

after finishing up you had to take off—the ride ahead was going to take about half a day

& you were exhausted from going place to place and decorating and whatnot so you passed out cold in the passenger’s seat 

din noticed you were shivering slightly so he reached back for the blanket that had been tossed on the floor while you were working and carefully pulled that over your body : ‘) 

i think you drifted off dreaming about his backside. yet again. but like who could blame you i mean look at that Man

that’s all

can i decorate the razor crest with mando pls itd b my dream azcxljfgorw

also i’m not ashamed of that last line at all

star wars + other mutuals: @vikstarwoo @dameronology @meshlababy @etherealsanakin @arkofblake @freeshavocadoooo @katelynnwrites @karasong @bo-kryze @starsvck @dearspacepirates @propertyofdindjarin

permanent tags: @poestardust @fl0ating @voguesir @lady-elena-adeline

[vermillionflames]

Trying To Get Pregnant

Mereoleona’s partner wants to have a baby… There’s just one problem with that… They’re both women.

Mereoleona x Y/N x Nozel

first person POV

word count: 1,821

nsfw; threesome, unprotected sex, um slight homophobic remarks

i hate how i ended it too but idk what else to say lmfao

enjoy!

-

“Ohhhh, aren’t these just adorable!! Look Leona!!” I hold up an infant sized ball gown in her face. She raises her eyebrow at the dress and then turns her attention to me.

“Sure,” she shrugs before walking away.

I huffed and crossed my arms, “Just admit that you think it’s cute! I wish we had a little baby to dress up… Do you think we could tag team peer pressure into Fuegoleon? He would probably let me babysit, don’t ya think?” I think out loud while looking at more of the baby clothes in the shop. Mereoleona was not listening to me though, she had left the shop and probably moved on to one full of sharp knives, or a food vendor. Not willing to play with my baby fantasy. 

“Would you like to purchase any of these, dear,” the shop keep asked me.

I gave her a sad, small smile, “No thank you, I’ll come back when I have a baby…”

I walked outside and found Mereoleona trying to barter with a street vendor. When she realized I was next to her, she turned her anger to me.

“Maybe if you wanted a child so much, you should’ve married a man.” 

“It’s not like that…” Her words hurt. She huffed and walked away before I had time to say anything else. She was upset with me so I decided it best to head home and leave her be.

-

“I have a favor to ask you.”

She appeared out of nowhere and inevitably scared the shit out of him. He was just minding his business, walking down the hall of his castle when the madwoman jumped out at him. Nozel fixed his composure quickly and cocked his brow at her.

“You? Have a favor to ask me?”

“Follow me, I don’t have all day.” Mereoleona had him follow her into an empty room, seemingly so the conversation could be kept secret. SHe even went as far as to scaring off all the servants in their path.

“You’re familiar with my wife, I assume” she asked. Nozel was even more confused now.

“Everyone is well aware that House Vermillion allowed their daughter to marry a woman.”

Leona glared at him, “You wouldn’t have a problem with that, right, Nozel?”

“Oh, of course not. It just makes my family look better.”

“Well I need you to fuck her.”

“House Silva would never allow for something so taboo to- wait, what?”

“You would have a child before my idiot brother and finally beat him at something~” she tesed.

“But it wouldn’t be my heir. You’re just using me for some kind of sick kink!”

“And you think about my wife when you’re alone at night, so you might as well help me out here.”

“I do not-”

“I know everyone wanted Y/N to marry their sons. I’m well aware of the heartbreak and distress we caused everyone. Sorry, but I was just the best pick. And now I’m allowing you to have a join us, in our bedroom, to help us have a baby. So?”

“No.” His decline got him a hot, hard smack to the face.

“This is for her, not me. If you really care about her you will come to our room tonight.” She walked away and Nozel was left there holding his aching cheek.

-

I was fixing my hair whenever she came in. I held her gaze in my vanity mirror. She kept her stone cold glare. I sighed.

“I’m sorry, Leona. I didn’t think it would upset you so much. I know we can’t have children I just thought it would be fun to think about and,” I noticed she had a guest, and crossed my arms fast to hide the fact I was in my thin nightie, braless, “Nozel, hi, what are you doing here so late?”

Leona walked up to me and gave me one of her needy kisses.

“He’s here to get you pregnant.” I laughed. Then I looked at Nozel’s blushing face. Oh.

“That’s not, I mean, ummm… why?”

“You want a baby. And it’s my job as your wife to give you everything you want.”

“But you were mad at me for it-”

“I’m only mad that I have to let this loser have a taste of you.”

I turned to look at Nozel, “Well… okay.”

Leona starts to kiss down my neck and I close my eyes and let out a soft moan in response.

“Listen here, braid boy,” Leona says while running her hands through my scalp, “This isn’t for your pleasure. You have a job to do. I’m going to get her riled up and then you’re going to put that dick of yours into her and you’re going to give her a baby.”

“Mmm, won’t a dick hurt,” I ask her. Her eyes fill with concern.

“And if you hurt her, I will kill you.”

“Can we just get this started,” Nozel said in response. 

Leona picked me up bridal style and brought me over to our bed. She started out slowly by giving my face, neck, and collar bone soft kisses while her hands removed my nightgown. I was naked, she was fully dressed. It would be just like normal if there wasn’t a man watching us at the foot of the bed, I kept my eyes closed to ignore his presence.  

My wife started to kiss her way down my body, stopping at my nipples to give them each a hard suck while her hand trailed down to my clit. I could hear Nozel taking off his clothes as he watched us. Mereoleona’s finger moved in slow circles on my clit, I moaned out. I could feel her smile against my breasts. Her fingers moved to my entrance, where they teased me before entering. She brought her lips to mine and swallowed my moans. 

She let go of my lips. We held each other's lustful gaze while she finger fucked me. My moans filled the room while she rubbed the tips of her fingers against my spot. My juices made a huge puddle on the sheets below us. Leona gave me one last kiss before we turned our attention to Nozel, who was now naked and rubbing himself. 

“Hurry up,” Leona said to him as she removed herself from me. I whimpered at the loss of heat. Nozel replaced her. He was cold to the touch. Mereoleona stood at the side of the bed, watching us like an animal waiting to attack it’s prey. I took a deep breath before nodding at him, giving the go ahead. 

His full length slide into me easily, thanks to Mereoleona’s foreplay. I looked up to watch my wifes face while Nozel snuggled his face into my neck and got to work. I whimpered the first few thrusts, trying to get use to the new feeling. Eventually my body relaxed and I allowed myself to enjoy the feeling of his bare cock thrusting in and out of me. Nozel’s fingers gripped my hips as he grunted. Mereoleona was watching to make sure he did his job and followed her rules, I assume. I whimpered and gave her the look to let her know I wanted her. 

“You need to work faster, bird face,” She threatened him as she knelt down to kiss me. I moaned into her mouth. It was less awkward when she was close to me. Whenever she tried to pull away I whimpered louder and forced my head up closer to her. I guess my neediness gave her an idea. 

“Get up,” She commanded, now fully naked. Nozel stopped and removed himself from me, visibly confused. “You too, sweetcheeks.”

I stood up next to Nozel, curious as to what her plan was. She laid down, her knees bend over the edge of the bed, and gave me a come here motion. I stood in front of her, not knowing what she wanted me to do. She grabbed my wrists and laid me on top of her, our breasts rubbing against each other.

“I assume you don’t need any help, Nozel.” She kissed me and put her fingers on my clit, I felt Nozel grab my hips and enter me again. I moaned into her mouth. He kept his pace steady while Leona’s fingers went full speed on me, I had to rest and lay down my head from the intensity of it all. I drowned out everyone with my moans. I felt my pussy tighten around Nozel’s cock. He groaned in response. 

“I told you this wasn’t for you!” Mereoleona yelled at him. I didn’t care. I felt so good. I don’t think Nozel cared either because he increased his pace, the sounds of his body slapping against my ass echoing through the room. 

“I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered into Leona’s neck. Her fingers pressed against my clit harder. I guess Nozel wanted to get me off just as bad because he angled his dick to hit my g spot. I let out a scream as my body tightened around him. He kept going while Leona moved her hands to hair. 

“Nozel, if you don’t-”

“Shut up,” he snarked back at her. I felt his dick twitch inside me, his cum filling my cervix. He laid his head down on my back while he tried to catch his breath.

“You can leave now,” Leona told him. 

“That’s it then?” He pulled himself away from me.

“You better hope it worked,” Leona said as she moved me to lay on my back so I could rest.

I went to sleep but I could vaguely hear them arguing about something before I was fully out. When I woke up the next morning I was sore, but Mereoleona made sure I got tons of affection and rest.

-

It had been a few weeks since Nozel had seen Mereoleona and Y/N. Surely they would know by now if he was able to get her pregnant. He had sent them a letter asking what the outcome was. He had yet to get a response. But Fuegoleon was giving him more than the usual heat at the Captain’s meeting. That had to mean something.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but it should have been a member of House Vermillion to bed Y/N. At least the child would share genetics with her wife if she had done that.”

“What’s the matter Fuegoleon? Are you jealous? Upset I beat you at something?”

“You should both shut up because neither of you are going to be involved in my child’s life,” Mereoleona said walking past their argument in the hall, her and Y/N on their way to go to the high mana zone as they usually do.

“Besides that, it was Nozel is way more fun than you Fueggy,” Y/N winked at them, “At least with him Leona could join~”

[endexe]

Whew, okay, uh, ya star child, Mori, here whipped out a fucking long ass essay just regarding to the things I realized while writing Zero and how much Zero means to me, especially on the personal level. Some heavy areas are to be touched as warned ahead in the sixth paragraph, but I promise I’m okay! I simply have a lot of thoughts and emotions whirling around in me that I need to place somewhere! But to summarize: Thank you all so, so, so much for loving Zero Orez, my one and only bestest foolish glitch child, and for giving me the safe and gentle space where I can be at my most joy and comfort having him here. <3

So the concept of Zero was created this month on April’s Fool, which is the second most ironic thing to happen with him ( the first is honestly  the fact that within the same month, Zero have interacted with five muses who share the same faceclaim as him, like lmfao poor Zero, he’s just not having it --- shoutout to Mercy ( maskeraide ), River ( wxrldkiller ), Oli ( teletropic ), Vi ( heartbetween ), and Grace ( evermxre ) for having me so delighted and entertained by this concept, it makes my experiences writing with Zero so much more fun ). I created him for this episodic novel series Let There Be with Noble and Grim, the angel and demon respectively, who are private investigators. I had the concept of how there would be eldritch monsters trying to take over Earth by using the elements of the horror genre, which created mundane appearing but still supernatural linked cases that Noble and Grim had to solve when no other ordinary humans could, and the monsters were linked to their respective tarot card. Zero was considered to be the Fool.

I was excited to make Zero be a side character of the novel, the foolish and childish character who would constantly help and betray both sides of the series, one side being Noble and Grim, and another the Arcane. But I didn’t know what more to expect from him. I was reading the tag within the post I made in Noble’s and Grim’s blog that was the NPC introduction of Zero. It’s so funny that I said I didn’t know if I’d end up writing him on here because I thought Noble and Grim, my impossible lights, would end up taking all of the muse from him. BUT IN THE END... They were the ones who I set up the indefinite hiatus note few days ago while Zero’s still thriving, and I find that so bizarre because I thought Noble and Grim were the ONES who I’d always have the muse for. You know how you’d have that thing where you’d expect something to happen with your muse, but they would do the exact opposite as you least expected? Zero’s like that ALWAYS, but the fact he pulled the UNO reverse card on my impossible lights? Truly wild and now here I am, writing him for almost a month!

And... creating him, writing him is the BEST choice I had ever made in my entire life. Yes, Noble and Grim had helped me a lot, especially I do face a lot of struggles when it comes to the matters of hope and despair, what Noble and Grim embody of respectively but Zero eventually become so many things to me. The vent character, the comfort character, the character who I can channel my childish and curious energy into when I was rarely given the chance to let them out in the real world when I was younger, the character who is a learner but as slow and easily frustrated as me and a lover of life like me despite everything / anything. I realize also that I have so much fun and easier times writing him than I had with Noble and Grim, I won’t lie about this. Noble’s and Grim’s aesthetic and energy seem to attract more of an urge to write a bit more purple prosey with a hint of seriousness to it, and... it was so time and energy consuming to write them with these expectations I had on myself. And for some reason, I sometimes had trouble plotting with them, maybe because, again, I felt like they had to be these serious characters having to be put in serious situations. Few of the things I love about Zero is he have bare limits to his character as he can be anything and anyone I want him to be. He has about everything that I can use to develop and have fun with. I love how ultimately, Zero is ever unbound to labels and he is ever changing.

I’m just amazed realizing how many writings and developments I have done with Zero within a month than I had with those two, but that’s because with Zero? He is truly... all over the place. He is so messy, chaotic, flawed, but also, he is loud and open and FREE. Having to get into his energy makes me feel my most self where I can be too loud and loving, and not care too much about how I write and format my posts, unlike with Noble and Grim. He makes me so so SO happy and comfortable, and there is a lot of times I’d think about him and sometimes with my friends’ muses, and it’s a lot more than I had thought of Noble and Grim. The love I have for Zero is endless and beyond, always. He reminds me that original characters are so fucking important when they can be anything and anyone you want them to be, and as long as it’s nothing of harm to others and yourself, whoever and whatever they are, they are more than good enough when they provide you so much joy and comfort.

[ trigger warning: mentions of ( child ) abuse and traumas ] Zero have... about about everything I’ve ever loved in general from my interests to tropes ( adorkable, the fool, fourth wall breaking, etcetera ) to my love of aesthetics ( such as glitchcore / cybercore / kidcore / weirdcore ), and so many more. As well as he have learning disability, hypersexuality, tendency to be so distracted and forgettable like me. Along with he does these things that I do as stimming like he’d just rock or always love to touch blankets that have very soft materials. As well as he have experienced so many traumas that resulted him having so much trouble remembering and wanting to be childish as hating to be responsible, which is what I have. I don’t remember anything of my childhood or honestly, majority of my life but traumas. I don’t remember much of what I did yesterday. I don’t even remember if I had breakfast yesterday or what I ate if I did because I had been through so much mainly involving abuse from my own mother, still do unfortunately as I live with her, that makes my brain shut down, which also makes me have so much trouble being in deep thoughts when my brain is just. Numb. When I’m going to be more real here, despite how I appear online here, I do have trouble experiencing and expressing much emotions because, again, of the traumas I have dealt with for so long.

From all of these things I had gone through in life, I have dealt a lot with these concepts of who I am, what I am, like Zero does, and having him, I eventually realize how extremely important he is to me, so much more than any characters I ever created. He is my biggest coping mechanism and my gentlest reminder that it’s never too late to be... free. Just enjoy everything that I’m so fortunate to get from life. Draw clumsily, listen to music loudly, love too much and just let my heart be louder than the thunderstorms and crashing sea waves combined. Just be free and happy, despite everything, anything. I said before with Noble and Grim that I hadn’t been this happy before writing them, but I was so wrong. With Zero, I am so much more happier than I could ever be, and there are so many people on here who I am beyond lucky and grateful to be friends with who let me have him with no judgement like over how ridiculously overpowered he is or how much I self projected myself into him. And all of the connections Zero made on here so far are very touching and wonderful. I didn’t know what to really expect when I decided to give Zero his own blog, but having him for a month, this decision brought me so many beautiful things that I will always cherish.

I also wanna give a quick shoutout to River for. Fuck, everything. They’re truly the biggest reason why I decided to keep writing Zero and even make me love him more. They had made me talk about so many things with Zero I probably would’ve never thought, or wouldn’t have thought about so soon. I always extremely enjoy everything River and I would go over about together, and... literally, River, if you see this, know that you’re truly a wonder to have. I am so beyond thankful to have you as, honestly, already my close friend. Thank you so much for giving me that extra push to keep Zero and one of the most meaningful reasons why Zero still exist today, and for being just an amazing friend.

Just thank you all so much, to those we had known each other from the other blog and those we just became mutuals, for giving me and Zero a chance to be a bit more free and happier at least when our life won’t let us have that so often. Just thank you, thank you, thank you.

[fenharel-archived]

Bless me with your OTP!

i was tagged by @lelibela and @noonvvraith, thank you! :D i’ll tag: @thalasians @bleden-mark @lelianasgf @rkyloren @cataclysmic-shadows @arlathen

Avallac’h & Deithwen - The Witcher

How did they first meet?

Although they had heard about each other before, they didn’t meet until they both qualified to study with the Aen Saevherne. They were both, at least for elven standarts pretty young, and Deithwen approched him while he was outside doing botany sketches, telling him she wanted to work with him and that it would be “beneficial for the both of them if they want to keep up with their tasks” lol. She promptly told him everything that was wrong about his sketches, what he needed to improve on, and that she found out what all the other tasks they had to do that month were. Avallac’h thought she was joking, but he agreed anyway. Imagine two kids, their noses somewhere in the air, way too arrogant (especially for their age) finding someone who actually seems to be able to keep up with the other, shaking their hands à la “hello, fellow nerd” skdjjfhskjdhfksdffgdh

Were they immediately interested / attracted, or did that come later?

No they weren’t interested, not romantically at least. They were “just” Science buddies in their little creep labs for the majority of their time together (~100 years of that before they fell for each other), honestly . Although, they always were drawn to each others minds the sapiosexuals at it again and there was always a part of them who always felt something for the other, they never pursued anything beyond the relationship they already had. Deithwen always thought he was intelligent and charming, but that was just a fact to her, just like it was a fact to him that she was beautiful and capable. It wasn’t until some time after Lara Dorrens death had passed, and they met each other again after a long time of going their own ways, that they saw each other through completely different eyes.

What did they think of each other at first?

Avallac’h thought she was extremely bossy, in fact, it was widely known rumor he heard from a friend at the time that she was extremely bossy and full of herself, and above all: insufferable. And when he first met her he thought: Yep. All true. However, he is way to smart and independent to get bossed around by anyone, and he stayed anyway. No one ever mentioned how capable she was. Or, even though she was impatient and a quick-thinker, how willing to listen and learn. How ambitious and kind and cunning. He respected her for that. Deithwen had watched him for a while before approaching him, she thought he was quite mysterious. He was just Crevan then, but he already lived up to his reputation of “The Fox”, she thought, but the one thing she knew for certain was that he knew what he was doing. Back then all she cared about was knowledge and the elder blood, and she knew they had that in common.

Do they fight often? If so, what is their dynamic like?

They don’t fight often, if at all. Sure, there can be disagreements, but they know each other long enough to know that she isn’t blunt because she wants to hurt him, and that he isn’t mysterious because he doesn’t trust her. Once though, they didn’t talk to each other for a while afterwards, it was nasty. Avallac’h catched her testing his loyality and love to her because she wasn’t sure if he was over Lara. He, after watching this happen for a while, exploded, and she, absolutely not understanding what all this fuss was about, laughed and continued to trample all over his feelings. It was bad, that they didn’t set their home on fire was honestly a surprise to both of them.

What their first kiss is like?

Much more... brazen and passionate than both of them imagined? She waited for him to initiate it, not because she wouldn’t have wanted to, but to see if he really wanted her, and then she took over, knocking over wine and food and a paddle of their boat they were on. It was like years and years of pend up emotions washing over them. It took them quite a while for this to happen though, and I’m only talking about the time where they actually courted each other.

Who is the most brutal of the two?

Lmao, I wouldn’t call either of them brutal tbh, at least not in the classical sense? Both of them like the dance, the manipulation, the knive in the back. But Deithwen shows less remorse and can me more hotheaded than Avallac’h tbh, so maybe her.

What would they do if the other was injured in battle?

Panic on the inside, be calm on the outside? Avallac’h already lost someone he loved once, he can’t lose anyone again. And Avallac’h is the only person Deithwen truly loves, and he’s probably the only person that truly loves her, so she’ll set anyone on fire to keep him save.

Who would be most likely to suggest a night of dancing?

Avallac’h...... he’s a romantic at heart

How do their fighting styles complement each other?

They are both strategists, in that sense they are pretty similar. They both like to stand infront of a map and plan, instead of fighting themselves. But when they do, their biggest advantage is that they know each other inside and out, they know what the other is going to do even if they weren’t prepared, so they are still always a step ahead.

Do they want children? Does it frighten them? How many do they want?

It never frightened them, in fact they were incredibly happy when Deithwen found out she was pregnant with their daughter: Elaine. It felt almost like a miracle really, for elves their age getting pregnant at all. Avallac’h always wanted a child, a true sage at heart, he knew his children would be powerful, things changed a bit when he truly fell for Deithwen though, it wasn’t all about the science anymore. Deithwen, although never really dreaming about being a mother, always thought fondly of children. She always liked the idea of passing on everything she had learned and everything she had gained through her successes, like giving it all a deeper meaning.

What happened when they took them home to their families? If their families aren’t in the picture anymore, how do they feel about it?

They are both Sages, respected by everyone, their families couldn’t be happier lmfao. Avallac’h had her family charmed from the beginning beyond that, Deithwen needed a tiny bit more time with his family, they had seen their son heartbroken once, so they were a bit protective at first. lol

How does each person show affection towards the other?

Avallac’h knows all she truly wants is his attention, so that’s exactly what he gives her. He also shows it through acts of services, he has painted her countless of times and he likes to shower her in compliments, and they are never a lie. Deithwen listens, and likes to stroke his hair. Or shower him in gifts. She is also really sensual, at least sensual enough so to be worth mentioning, compared to other Aen Elle their age.

Who cries the most? Who is better at comforting?

They both aren’t criers, both of them being rather private with their true emotions. Avallac’h is generally a bit better at being in control even if they are alone and he is also better at comforting her. He knows by now that she usually just wants to be held, even if it doesn't appear that way. To Deithwen, comforting others was never her strong suit at all and it probably never will be, but she loves him, so she kisses him and strokes his tears away while promising revenge upon whoever or whatever made him upset, because that she knows how to do.

Who is the bigger flirt?

Deithwen. Avallac’h certainly is a flirt, but it’s a bit different with Deithwen, she loves it, she loves the reactions she gets, she loves the way it makes him look at her, she loves whenever she sees that he needs to compose himself because of her and she always uses everything at her disposal.

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FULL NAME: Bonbon Charbonneau MEANING: “Charcoal Chocolate”, essentially. Meant to refer to a nasty outside, but sweet inside. NICKNAME: Bon, Bonnie, BB, Bunny. MEANING: No one wants to say her repetitive full name, lmfao. AGE: 20 BIRTHDAY: December 5th. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Sagittarius. GENDER: Cis Female. ALLERGIES: None. SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual / Panromantic. THEME SONG(S): (Octospy) (Normal) (Octoqueen)

APPEARANCE HAIR COLOR: Pastel pink, bordering on white. HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: A pair of super long tentacles, styled in two buns. EYES COLOR: Lilac, with star-shaped pink pupils. HEIGHT: 3′11′‘ | 119.38 cm. WEIGHT: 69 lbs | 31.3 kg. OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Lolita, essentially. Really girly and proper. Occasionally will dress way, way, down, usually during or after a tournament. DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): Bio-luminescent “freckles” all over her body. SELF CARE(MAKE UP): Lots. Usually winged eyeliner and scarlet eye-shadow. FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Prissy, proper, elegant. SKIN COLOR: Dark brown. BODY TYPE/BUILD: Pear-shaped. Large thighs, strong, long legs, and slightly toned biceps. DEFAULT EXPRESSION: A small, haughty smile, with half-lidded mischievous eyes. POSTURE: Straight, hands usually on hips, Weight leaning to one side. PIERCINGS: None, presently. DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Her voice is very confident despite not being relatively loud. She speaks without filler words or stammers. It has a very regal sound to it, where her words are careful to come out, but dance upon the air with grace. Statements tend to end with a crescendo, regardless of whether or not it is a question. Exaggerates words frequently. Strict pronunciation. Extremely proper. (Voice Claim)

RELATIONSHIPS MOM: Céleste Charbonneau HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: When she’s feeling playful, Céleste is definitely the one she runs to. She gets along with her well, although her mother’s extroverted energy does grow tiresome and she eventually retreats to her own room for solitude. DAD: Clair Charbonneau HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: He is the sensible one of the family. She finds herself closer to him than her sometimes eccentric mother. They spend a lot of time together, reading books and watching movies. He did most of her homeschooling, alongside hiring well-established tutors, before deciding that he would release her into the world. If she knew the decision to deafen her was his, she might be more inclined to be less loving. SIBLINGS: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. CHILDREN: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. PAST LOVER(S): N/A. CURRENT LOVER: N/A. REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: She makes snap decisions on whether or not the person is worth her time. By default, she’s very smug and arrogant, finding them to be more of a thing to play with than someone to converse with. She’s not above manhandling someone to make them more amusing to her. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: She attempts to take charge and do all of the work to get out of the circumstance of having to work with anyone. When she must cooperate, though, she is relatively tolerable, for she doesn’t want to screw someone else (unless it benefits her) over. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: Shy, anxious. She doesn’t like reminders of herself. She’ll goad them to make them do something. She definitely tries to invoke some sort of other trait out of them. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): Her parents were both extremely overprotective of her, a trait she fails to displace when she has children. They were very lenient with her as well, besides the whole ruining her early life, making her more prone to gently guiding her children without imposing her will onto them.

PERSONALITY ...WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: Confident. Placid. Elegant. ...AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Excitable. Bubbly. Childish. ...AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Sarcastic. Sassy. Snide. FAVORITE COLOR: Lilac. FAVORITE FOOD: Tea and cream-filled pastries! FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cats, spiders. FAVORITE ELEMENT: Air. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Grey. LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Eggs LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Shark HOBBIES: Singing, dancing, shopping, and video gaming. USUAL MOOD: Relaxed. Calm. DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Nope. She drinks very, very infrequently. DARK VERSION OF SELF: gestures at the octospy verse LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: gestures at inkling idol verse HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: She holds herself relatively seriously. CLASS IN AN RPG: Cleric, Archer, Mage. BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Kinda, yeah. (IN)DEPENDENT: Independent. VULNERABILITY: Hearing problems. Mentions of war. Divulged secrets. OPINION ON SWEARING: Abominable. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Daredevil. MUSIC TYPE: She’s fond of so many genres, provided it’s not ear-shattering. She can find the best in all types of music. MOVIE TYPE: So bad, it’s good / Romance / Thriller BOOK TYPE: Adventure / Mystery / Romance COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: About 65 F. SLEEPING PATTERN: Sleeps about 8-10 hours a day. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Obsessively neat. DESIRED PET: Either a tarantula or a kitten. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Sleeping, or reading books. BIGGEST SECRET: Her song and dance are fueled by her synaesthesia. HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: Her grandmother, Nia Di Napoli. WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: Cat FEARS: Silence, large bodies of water, loneliness. COMFORTS: Sensory objects, tactility, sleeping.

HOW DO THEY REACT TO… DANGER: Face it head on. She’s very cocksure. SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Tease and torment. She’d egg them on and flirt with them, knowing she’s just grinding them beneath her heel. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Lighting up! Squealing! Storm of kisses! Lots of touching. God knows her voice is going to reach killer wail levels of painful pitch. DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Wailing, violence, shutting down as a whole. Non-stop aggression. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: Continue trying, nonstop---literally. Someone’s gonna have to intervene. INJURY: Grin and bear it. SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE: Lip biting. Grabby hands. Lighting up, again. Bouncing on her heels.

HISTORY BIOGRAPHY: Born a synaesthetic, Lady Charbonneau’s family fretted for her sensitive hearing. As a result, they silenced and removed her from the world, raising her as if she had been deaf from birth. Their only child remained a mystery to most of Inkopolis, locked behind closed doors for her own “safety”. Her close friend, Nia Di Napoli, frequently removed the headphones that muted everything, helping her solidify the courage to defy their decision while giving her the opportunity to adapt to sounds she had yet to experience. 

This habit of babying her remained throughout her adolescence. Despite training efficiently in self-defense, and constant attempts at proving herself worthy of respect, her family reciprocated with buying out her Turf War matches and downplaying her ability. Finding that out coaxed her into sneaking into the Adult Ranked Matches late at Inkopolis Tower, where they couldn’t bribe people into losing. Of course, dealing with high ranked squids while being only C- yourself grew tiresome, but persistence eventually brought her to S+ at age 17.

Desperate to receive some fragment of respect, Bonbon put herself up for drafting come her eighteenth birthday. The Charbonneau family has a long-standing history of war, benefiting troops through monetary and physical means. One of the elders, Bourbon Charbonneau, fought valiantly as a captain in the Great Turf War hundreds of years ago. Keeping up the legacy, she thought, was her only chance of being her own person.

While every decision has seemingly furthered her depression, she continues on a path already tread in the hopes that such a safe route will bring about some sort of reward, even if it isn’t bountiful. Another option for her, her ability to sing entrancing songs, lies in wait, hoping to be utilized.

FIRST APPEARANCE: A mysterious, minuscule pinkling took a tournament by storm without even giving a word as to her age, rank, or background... and donated the proceeds to charity?

KNOWLEDGE LANGUAGES: Inkling, Sign Language, Human French, Written Octarian, Learning Hylian. SCHOOLING LEVEL: College student, essentially. FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): Linguistics and Theatre INTERESTED CAREERS: She wishes she knew. She’d love to actually sing, though. EXPERTISE: Theatre, Song and Dance. CHEMISTRY: A MATH: A LANGUAGE: A+ GEOGRAPHY: B POLITICS/LAW: B- COOKING: F, until she pays off the teacher. MECHANICS: C BOTANY (FLOWERS): A MYTHOLOGY: A DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): A+++

READING LEVEL: College graduate. HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Always have a plan!

ROMANCE . DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: Definitely. She’s very needy and you’ll know it immediately. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): While very avoidant when crushing, she’s super clingy and affectionate when dating. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Ladylike with a dash of klutzy. She shows her real side if she really trusts her partner, so they have to deal with a near 180 of the persona she shows on a daily basis. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: Jump into! She puts all her apples in one basket. PROTECTIVE: Extremely. She’s very feral and primitive at times. ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: Her lover has to be her best friend. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: She actively stalks her partner’s wishlists or things they see as they cruise around together, and has them anonymously delivered, as it she wasn’t obvious. If she hasn’t a clue, she’ll start sending dorky things she thinks are nice to try to gauge their interest. TYPE OF KISSER: She steals small kisses, before elongating them with lots of lip tugging. Definitely fond of it. The type to really get into it. DO THEY WANT KIDS: Not really, but can be easily persuaded. DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: Yes. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: She has a tendency to make bad ones, but hopefully her partner corrects that. :^) Or at least doesn’t let her. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Yes, albeit cheesy and dorky deep down... HOW ARE THEY IN BED: She prefers to be dominant, and that’s all I’ll say. GET JEALOUS EASY: Not if she is trusting of her partner, but she is definitely very anxious and wonders if she’s good enough frequently. WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: Uh, no. MARRY FOR MONEY: click this. FAVORITE SEX POSITION: uh WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: A nice long exploration through untraveled territory---just the two of them. Lots of hand-holding, kisses, and cuddles. Good food would definitely seal the deal as the best date ever. OPINION ON SEX: She’s yet to form one, although she’s occasionally thirsty. It doesn’t really come to her often. As long as it’s consensual, she’s down for anything.

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i don't Think you've talked about it but it could be that i've just missed it or don't remember lmfao

it’s possible that i have, but i glanced back through the tag and don’t see anything, so i’ll just go ahead and talk about it anyway 

basically it’s a fic where dirk (hal in the original concept, but i think i’m going to go with dirk now lol) raises dave and rose. dirk is technically an adult but he still lives with bro, and dave turns up after a one night stand bro had at some point essentially dumps him on their doorstep. dirk is the one relegated as dave’s caretaker bc bro can’t be assed to do it, and he’s expecting it to be a chore but he winds up just absolutely adoring this kid. he does his best to make sure that dave is safe from bro’s tendency towards violence, but when Dave is about 18 months old, he winds up hurt despite dirk’s best efforts. 

so dirk sort of essentially steals dave away in the middle of the night and leaves to get them both away from bro. He makes his way to new york where roxanne (a friend of the strider’s from foster care) lives in the hopes of convincing her to help them and not tell bro about where they are. 

unfortunately roxanne is in a similar situation re: one night stands, and she’s also a raging alcoholic, so dirk shows up with dave and finds her drunk off her ass at like eight in the morning with a clearly neglected child in her house, and because this is just dirk’s life now, he winds up taking rose too. 

the basics of the story is a fic where dave and rose are raised by someone who doesn’t abuse/neglect them and they wind up much healthier than they were in canon. the self-indulgence starts rearing its head when dirk is determined to make sure that he is a good guardian for them, and 100% gets involved with parenting groups/classes and winds up making friends with a bunch of moms and their kids. i’m playing around with the ages of characters and things, all of the beta kids are going to be the same age, but i think that jane and jake are still going to be their older counterparts just because i kind of love the idea of jane finding dirk and his kids and taking them all under her grandmotherly wings

also, it shouldn’t come as a surprise because it’s me, but dave and rose are both autistic, and so is dirk. i’ve just been wanting to write about autistic kids for a while now, and it’s dirk, so like, obviously, you know? lmao. most of my notes for this fic are on dave and rose’s developmental milestones lol