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[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

or 25 with Est + ????

(this is one, incredibly short, and two, entirely out of left field for & to me (i know i say this more than is reasonable but.) idk why exactly it just. Decided. that this is where this one was gonna go at ~2am a few days ago, but it sure did, so i scraped some things together when i had downtime lol. i don't necessarily plan to expand it atm, but! we'll see. anyway, pacrim-lotro fusion lmao)

“Sparkstone, prepare for drop,” Silmeniel’s voice says, tinny through the speakers.

“Sparkstone ready to drop,” Esterín calls back. The segmented Jaeger armor flexes familiarly around her, Sparkstone’s heart thrumming nearly loud enough to drown out their helmet comms.

“Ready to initiate Drift,” Corunir says beside her.

“Neural handshake initiated.” Esterín closes her eyes. 

The lake gleams in the twilight. Her older sibling teaches her to weave hats from reeds. The refuge burns. And then she is no longer alone in the Drift. Dol Halcalan smells sweet in the summertime. His mother laughs, though not unkindly. “You worry enough for all of us." The Watchers stand guard over the swamp.

She arrives in the village late at night and approaches a stranger. He tells the whole sorry story to someone he does not know. "My captain is on the other side," he says. "I know… I know you only just met me. You have no reason to believe me, much less trust me, but please-" "I will help you." It was years before they stepped into a Jaeger together, but it began there.

"Neural bridge stable. Calibration complete," Silmeniel says. "Imroval will join you soon, Sparkstone. Category Three Kaiju, codename Blind-strider, three miles south of your position."

"Understood," Corunir says. "We're on our way."

It’s old habit, now, to march into the sea, minds brushing as they step in sync towards the great Nameless thing rising from the dark waters. Esterín raises the shock-canon in Sparkstone’s left arm and Corunir raises the right, ready to extend the blade when Blind-strider draws near.

[ragnvdnir]

prompt: "i know i shouldn't be jealous" with whoever you want (make it diluc go go go this is the REAL answer and you know it) 👀

im absolutely taking this opportunity to request first to you 😤😤 unless someone has beat me to it already 😔

note: as usual i have read your messages 🤩 idk how i should reply but me saying you're v funny is one thing 😌 and yes it's because of your cat emoji fever 🥰 anyways ty always for taking your time to reply to my crazy ass asks 💞

— 🍰 of the strawberry shortcake clan.

warnings: reader is a descendant from lawrence clan like eula, mentions of jeanluc, diluc had a crush on jean for the plot, kinda nemesis to lovers? alcohol intake, reader is flirty

note: i love you strawberry shortcake for this. we are down bad for diluc ragnvindr

not proofread

DILUC is a man of virtue. He sets everything on modest and high standards, whether be it the business things or even... romance? So when news spreads that he is engaged to you, the troublemaker of Lawrence Clan, nobody believed it. No one can even fathom how you two dated each other in the first place.

They were expecting him to get together with Jean, The Acting Grandmaster of the Knight of Favonius. She is the perfect match for him, they said. You once asked Jean if she harbored any romantic feelings for the man, but she simply smiled at you and told you she doesn't remember having more than platonic feelings for him before leaving for knights work.

As for Diluc, you already know the answer for that. He did and that's why you two ended up in this situation. Well, it benefits the both of you so it's all fair... at least that's what you think.

The moment Diluc agreed to date you for a show, he soon regretted it after seeing your mess. He can not keep up with all of your shenanigans.

How did you two even stumbled upon each other to begin with? You and him we're quite the nemesis, you dislike each other. You cause trouble in Angel's Share, and he would always try to kick you out because 1) He lose his patience once you start flirting with him whenever you're drunk 2) Venti + Kaeya + Rosaria + You is too much for him 3) You are a troublemaker, and lastly 4) you are nemesis

More importantly, when did the hell the two of you started dating? Diluc is not someone who would date you anyone for fake. He takes everything seriously. So, generously and for free, allow me to remind you how it all started in the shortest and easiest way possible. aka in razor's language

Diluc is looking at Jean with fond eyes. You caught him staring and decided to tease him. Jean is your friend. You told him you will tell her about his feelings. He stopped you and tried to bribe you. It didn't work. He told you what he should to for you to shut up. You told him to marry you. He of course, disagrees. You told him you are just messing around. You whispered that you need a pretend lover because your family is trying to set you up with an ugly and ass nobleman. You asked him to be your fake fiancee. He contemplated at first. Long story short he asked about the conditions and agreed to fake date. You promised to help him with Jean too, the end.

“Hey, is master Diluc really engaged to that Lawrence troublemaker?”

“I couldn't believe it too, but i heard master Diluc confirmed it already to miss Adelinde. They don't look like a couple at all, to be honest. I'm betting that they won't last a month before breaking off the engagement.” The two maids laughed at each other before glancing back at you pestering Diluc.

“I advise you to get back to cleaning before the young master hears you.” The voice of Adelinde behind caused the two maids to shriek. They immediately nodded and walked away from the headmaid.

Adelinde glanced back at you who now looks around the structure of the manor. She also finds your relationship suspicious because as far as she knows, you are not Diluc's type— he said he doesn't have one but if he does, it's not you— and certainly, you and he never had a proper conversation without bickering at each other, so how come you two suddenly got engaged?

“Hey, mister grumpy red-headed man, can I get some of your grapes?” Diluc sent you a frown look at the nickname you just called him. He only sighed and keeps reminding himself to stay patient with you or else you might snitch on him and tell everyone his secret.

“Go on and ask Elzer if it's already time to harvest them,” He replied.

“You won't get angry? I might take home all of your grapes and you won't have enough to make your favorite grape juice.” You sure are really testing his patience. Diluc took a deep sigh before opening his mouth.

“You can even take everything, I don't care. Also, grape juice is not my favorite, I just prefer it over alcohol.” He said before going back to the paperworks infront of him.

And you, being you, sure did take all of his grapes. That made Diluc's day sour all day. He didn't expect you to do it, he was just trying to test you how far can you go. But because of this, he finally learned his lesson to not provoke you.

Later that morning, as usual, you're gonna be in Angel's Share at night. But this time, everyone seems to have their eyes on you while whispering at each other.

‘Ah, they must be talking about the engagement.’ You thought and sat beside drunk venti on the counter where your fiancee is polishing the glass on the other side.

When his ruby eyes connected with yours, you sent him a smile and winked at him. He deadass look at you more before rolling his eyes.

“Aww, why do you have to ignore my advances at you, my dear fiancee,” And now you are smirking at him.

“I am not, I'm just busy here.” He reasoned out before turning his back on you. You rest your cheeks in your palms while still having your eyes on him. You let down your sight at his back, which let me tell you is a bad idea because just the mere sight of his back in black long sleeves polo and white vest that hugs his tiny waist is enough for you to look away and gulp your drink.

“Dear Barbatos, that was hot,” You muttered under your breath.

“Ah, I see, you are thirsting over your fiancee. Understandable, he's your soon-to-be-husband anyway.” You turn your head to your side to give Venti a look of horror. Seeing your reaction, he just laughed and patted your back.

“No need to feel embarrassed. I am sure, I, Barbatos understand you,” He said.

‘The hell is wrong with him.’ You just shook your head and resumed drinking.

In the corner of your eye, you saw a blonde-haired woman enter the tavern along with a brown-haired woman dressed in purple. You turn your attention to the duo and saw Lisa and Jean standing in front of the door.

You glanced at Diluc who still have his back turned on you, then you peek at Jean and got startled when she's already looking at you.

“Good evening, Y/n, I see you're in the tavern as well,” Jean said as she walked towards your spot. You saw Diluc tense up at her voice in your peripheral vision.

“Oh, Hey! It's rare to see the acting grandmaster here in the tavern, what's the occasion?” You asked.

“Well, Lisa said I should relax and she brought me here. Also...” Jean then glances back at the red-haired man behind the counter and you.

“I heard the engagement news. Congratulations, Y/n and Diluc. If you ever need help with the wedding preparation, I'll be happy to help. After all, you two are my good friends.” You stared at Jean, dumbfounded. You didn't prepare yourself to face her yet after your little drama. You haven't even prepared your script. It went silent for a second. Luckily, Diluc ended it.

“We send you our thanks for supporting us in our... engagement, Jean.” You sneak a look at Diluc before nodding hesitantly at the blonde.

‘Did he just got friendzoned?’

Jean and Lisa left for their table after that. Throughout the night, Diluc never uttered a word at you. You genuinely felt bad for him, even though you two are not in that good terms.

You stayed at the tavern even if it's closing time already. Jean and Lisa already went out, Charles left, Everybody left except you and Diluc. You watched him as he cleans up the tavern.

“Why don't you go home too? Don't you want to rest for the day?” He suddenly asked. His voice filled the silence of the tavern. He looks back at you, waiting for your answer.

“Well, uh— how do I explain this— i'm trying to accompany you after what happened earlier with Jean? You can say i'm trying to comfort you.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you before continuing what he's doing.

“You don't have to do that. Comfort is not part of our agreements.”

“And if you are waiting for me to send you back home, then let's go, it's late already, your parents might be waiting for you already.” He grabbed his coat and put it on.

“Hey! I'm trying to nice here you know! Can't you just let me be here until you finish? Besides, those Lawrence will just scold me anyway.” You muttered the last part before frowning at him and crossing your arms.

Diluc can only sigh and resumes cleaning the counter. While you sit back and glance at him from time to time.

It has already has been months since the news of your engagement spreads out. Things really changed from there onwards, like how your elders at the clan keeps telling you to get married with Diluc as soon as possible. People using you to get the favor of the young master. Some people became more salty to you after they knew you were marrying the richest man in mondstadt. Lastly, your relationship with Diluc also changed.

For the past few months, you can say that your treatment towards each other got better, and he also got used to your shenanigans. Sometimes, when it's just you and him, you can make him chuckle at your silliness. You can also make him stifle a laugh. What an improvement, right?

But of course, this are not the only things that changed between you and him. For instance, Diluc started longing for your existence at the tavern whenever you are not there and you didn't tell him where you are going. His concern rises to the point that he had to shift with Charles to visit the Lawrence Clan residence to ask if you are there. And if you aren't there, he will frown and leave to ask people if they have seen you. Once he have seen you though, he will just simply remind you to not stay late at night because monsters might attack you, then leaves with a pounding heart he couldn't understand.

How ironic, isn't it? He spent hours looking for you and once he have found you, he tells you a few words before leaving.

When Elzer, the only one who knew about this agreement between you two, pointed out that Diluc started changing. The wine tycoon will just shake his head and deny it. But when Elzer asked him if he likes you, Diluc will have his eyes blown before coughing and moving on to another topic.

Even after all these past few months, he still considers you as a confidant.

It only changed when that one night at the tavern happened. It was the usual day for you there, not until you and Kaeya had a bet about who can drink more, the loser will have to obey the winner for a week. Even though you know Kaeya can hold his drink impressively, you still accepted the challenge.

Long story short, you lost to him. Kaeya, ofcourse was ecstatic to win. While you, being completely drunk started throwing tantrums at the man. Diluc only watched you closely incase something happens.

Also, Jean and Lisa is in the tavern. You, being you whenever alcohol takes over you, sat closely beside the acting grandmaster and out of nowhere started flirting with her. You would drop pick up lines here and there and Jean can only smile sheepishly at you while feeling an intense stare at the two of you. She doesn't know who is it but the people around the table surely knows the gaze is from a certain bartender who wipes the counter fiercely while having eyes on you.

Diluc is not jealous at all, really, he said that himself.

He can not seem to fathom the burning feeling inside his heart when he watched you flirting with Jean. You would kiss her cheeks that turned rose blush from your sudden affection. Telling her that she's attractive. She tried to stop you but let's be honest, who could stop you? No one. That is unless a certain red-haired man with a pyro vision joins the scene, which will happen soon enough if you continue acting like this.

‘I know I shouldn't be jealous.’ Diluc then again sneaks a glance at you. He can't explain this uneasy feeling. He doesn't know why he feels this thing called jealousy at all. He tried to brush it off by focusing on the patrons.

Hell, he doesn't even know who is he jealous over. Is it you who can easily be touchy and affectionate to Jean? Or is he jealous of Jean because you are touchy and affectionate to her and not to him?

He doesn't know, he said. But there's a vast feeling inside him that he is jealous because you are flirting with the girl he used to like, and he thinks it's funny and pathetic to feel jealousy at this fake relationship.

Donna came into the tavern and ordered a drink and sat at the front counter while gazing at him, lovestruck. He served her to distract himself from thinking about you.

The girl seated in front of him started a conversation. He really don't want to talk to her, but he thought, maybe trying to talk to her might erase this jealousy feeling.

Kaeya, who is watching the scene, smirked and chugs his drink. “Ah, look at that, is master Diluc talking to that florist girl?”

His words awakened you from bothering Jean who keeps sending Lisa a blink of help. You looked over the counter and saw your fiancee conversing at that damned Donna girl you've been annoyed with for a long time.

Your face immediately turned sour at the sight. This caused you to sober up a little bit and think straight. You swallowed and you grab your drink with a pout.

“Oh? Are you jealous? What are you doing here? Aren't you gonna take what's yours?” Kaeya whispered at you.

‘He's not even mine in the first place,’ You sighed.

“I know I shouldn't be jealous.” Your statement caught the blue-haired man's interest. He sends you and Diluc a keen look before smiling at himself.

‘Interesting.’ He thought.

It was already late at night when Diluc walks you back to your residence. Tonight seems to be different from the other nights when he would send you back home. No one uttered a word as silence embraced you two. Jealousy being the most cause of it.

“Hey, Diluc.” The call of your voice made him glance at you. Waiting patiently at your next words.

“I'm jealous earlier.” You said. This caused him to turn his full attention to you. He was completely confused.

“Jealous of what? I should be the one saying that.” Before even he could process it, unsaid words already came out of his mouth.

“What? You're Jealous?” Your surprised reaction made him look away and cover his lips.

“I guess there's no point of deny it then.” His ears and face immediately turned hot and red while he tries to not lose his composure infront of you.

It was dead silent after that. Not even you, who is a chatterbox to him let out a single word. You are too shocked to speak.

‘Diluc Ragnvindr? Jealous? What?’ Your heart rammed as your cheeks heated up at the possibility of what-ifs. Maybe it's the alcohol taking over you but you felt a sudden braveness to voice out the thought that keeps bugging you for the past few days.

“Can I say something?” You asked as you held the hem of your clothes tightly.

“What is it?”

“I like you.”

note: i really didn't like how this one turned out

©kazu-topia, 2022. do not copy or translate thank you!

[factorialsfandoms]

I’m now behind on whumptober, but there’s a few days in a row now inspiring my brain. One of which was yesterday, but then I realised I’d never poked Wind much which is a shame, and /maybe/ I shouldn’t have tried getting to know him watching Time get tortured but, well, here we are.

Also I was reading both notes on how the CIA waterboard people and guidance for nurses working with victims and that’s fucked up! Time is getting the long end of the stick *either* because Wind is panicking and so counting too fast, or because these random ne’er-do-wells are awful people. Which is also true! Have fun I guess??? It starts most of the way through the torture because um no

angst with a happy ending

prompt: waterboarding

CWs: torture, choking, kidnapping

... But Wind gets to threaten people with a sword...?

34, 35, 36... Wind breathed a sigh of relief as water stopped being poured over Time's face, the cloth covering his eyes, nose, and throat pulled away for a moment. The old man's chest heaved as he spluttered for air, but heave it did. Time. There was still time. Time for Time; Wind suppressed a half-hysterical giggle as he continued manipulating the ropes on his wrists. The one positive - the only positive - of the torture they were putting Time through was how their captors were distracted. 3 breaths later and the cloth was back, another second and the water began to pour too, Time choking and fighting against his own bonds like a dying man. Like a man who knew he was drowning - to every instinct he likely was. Wind tried not to think about how long this had been going on, or how even for panicked breaths his gasps sounded /wrong/. Instead he focused on counting the seconds and unpicking the rope. ...10, 11, 12... Just a little more; he was not a pirate for nothing! Tetra has taught him well, and part of that was how to manage all sorts of escapes and daring deeds. ...18, 19, 20... It also included how to torture information from someone - just incase they were ready to resist if they were caught. With how long this had been going on, Tetra would have forgiven any information slipped as not worth the health of her crew, only scolded herself for being so slow. ...29, 30, 31... He was pretty sure they had passed the number of repetitions likely to case damage some time ago, though he was struggling to keep track. The number of seconds was more important, and easier to keep track of both. ...35, 36, 37... Wind finally, after nearly half an hour of patient struggling while his friend was /tortured in front of him/, slipped the knott. Already he wanted to sob, certainly he wanted to run over there and stop all this, to grab Time and drag him away and get his Hero's lungs checked out. Instead he waited for those few agonising breaths Time was permitted to pass, biding his time to act once again. The kidnappers were stupid; they hadn't even blindfolded the pair, let alone checked them for hidden weapons. Idiots. Incompetent kidnappers who just seemed to be torturing Time for the power trip now, but knew how to do it none the less. The water bucket was refilled, the cloth pulled back, and torture began once more. With everything he had Wind suppressed what he was seeing, counting it out. 1. 2. 3. Wind slowly shifted to draw his knife. 4. 5. 6. Careful to make no noise he raised himself up. 7. 8. 9. Patience, patience... 10. He threw himself across the room, knocking hard into the person with the bucket. Water spilt everywhere but on Time's face as he tackled the man three times his size to the ground, twisting his arms back and binding them before the other man had chance to react. The other man had a weapon, but so had Wind; he ducked under the sword swing, stabbing the emergency knife deep into the man's thigh. He dropped his sword and Wind grabbed it, using it as a clear threat as he ripped the cloth from Time's face. Still keeping the sword pointed at their captors, Wind used his now bloody knife to cut the bonds tying Time to the table. When he did not move, noting but the heaving of his chest as he coughed, Wind's heart picked up in fear; still wary he shunted Time with his shoulder until the Old Man was lying on his side. Another couple of heaving coughs and water was hurled up and out of Time's lungs. One of the men tried to move; Wind slammed the sword into the ground beneath his fingers. "Don't," he hissed, hiding the tremble of his terrified being wrapped in spit. Maybe the men had some sense; they stopped moving. Behind him, Time had finally stopped choking. Carefully, Wind backed up, coming to stand beside him. Time's eyes were hazy, but they did find their way to Wind. "Can you walk?" The answer was obviously no, but Time stumbled to his feet. An arm wrapped over Wind's shoulders, leaving heavily for support despite the angle. It would do; Wind turned his attention back to the men. "We're leaving now." Neither followed them as Wind backed up, doing his best to pay attention, to walk backwards, and to keep Time from falling. Somehow it worked. Weird. He'd been pretty sure it would fail. The two of them made it just beyond the walls of the building before Time slumped further, his weight knocking Wind to the ground. The old man was still desperately gasping for air and coughing intermittently - he needed a fucking doctor - but all Wind could do was ease him to his knees. And then... Wind had to try not to panic. He still had the sword and a knife, and it would have to do. One in each hand he tried to ignore the sounds of Time trying - and failing - to catch his breath, desperately hoping it was psychological and he hadn't damaged himself fighting uselessly. A movement from the bushes. Wind twisted, pointing the sword that way. A moment later, a familiar snout poked out, followed by a dark blur that twisted running wolf to running man. Twilgiht eyed Wind's new sword; when Wind dropped it he made the rest of the way to Time's side, helping position him better. The coughing eased, but his breathing was still terrifyingly heavy. "Needs a doctor," was all Wind could manage - Twilgiht was here now, they'd be okay now, it'd all be okay. "There's one closer than camp, just this way," Legend followed up behind Twilight, Pegasus boots and power gloves on. "Rancher? Get your Old Man. Wind, it's a piggy back I'm afraid." Oh. Oh good. Someone was taking control. Wind obeyed the instructions without complaint - earning him an incredibly worried look - slotting himself onto Legend's back. By the time he was up there, Time was carefully positioned in Twilight's arms, and Four had also arrived. Okay. Okay. They'd be fine now. With that realisation, the shields around Wind's brain collapsed. His eyes widened, the pain in his self-dislocated hands registered, and he let a scream out into Legend's back. They were safe now. The Rancher and The Veteran would know what to do - and the Smithy would make sure they did it. They'd be okay. It was going to be okay. Terror swept back over Wind's mind. Safe among his family, he permitted it to drag him under as his own breathing picked up to match Time's own, desperate gasps. The reassuring squeeze to his knees was not nearly enough to comfort it. The sensation of Legend's hips moving as he and Twilight both ran towards town... Did only a little bit better. They were safe now, and being safe meant letting the panic get felt too. And so Wind did.

[bacchicly]

Hi Tumblr Friends! Just a few updates...on Requests (I am going to try accepting some - see below for info), Tag Lists, Current Projects, and Future Luke Alvez/ Penelope Garcia Projects...

I. REQUESTS

I know I have said in the past that I am terrified of requests....I still am... because I just am soooo busy...

...BUT I have been thinking that I could experiment with taking requests for micro-fiction (which for me seems to be somewhere between 1 and 10 sentences)

So if you have any ideas for:

Criminal minds feel good micro fiction (I'll do any character combo in this format) - so far I've mostly done Luke and Penelope for samples see the LITTLE SHOTS OF HAPPINESS LIST

Moments to explore for the ALAYA MEANS HOME. It is a micro fiction series about Luke and Penelope as parents - prompts do not have to be totally happy - but generally the idea is to explore little moments in their life as a family from when Alaya is adopted when she is 6 years old onwards.

Let me know via ask or DM and I will see what I can do!

II. TAGLISTS

I am going to try to be more consistent in my use of taglists, and have updated my taglist form so that you can specify what you do and do not want to be tagged on. If you have already signed up I will assume you don't mind being tagged on everything.

IMPORTANT: If you were not tagged on this post and thought you signed up. Please try again there were a few folks who I was unable to find.

You may also DM me 🥰

III. DEEP AND CRISP AND EVEN aka BIG TROUBLE IN RIVER CITY

I am almost done chapter 13 / part 3 and hope to publish this weekend...but we'll see because taxes are also due. Anyways - it is coming! Thanks for your patience!!!

IV. AGAPE YEAR (GARVEZ GAP YEAR)

As I am moving towards tying up DCE - I am thinking about how I want to tackle the piece I want to do about the year or so during which Luke and Penelope are "just" friends/colleagues and he is dating Lisa. I am playing around with doing an audio project as part of it - maybe Penelope recording her thoughts - sort of an "in character pod cast"? I'd probably provide the transcripts as well for those who prefer reading - but all things being equal and imagining I might have a voice you'd be happy to listen to.. would that be interesting or cringe? I have some other thoughts too - but I thought I'd ask. I'd like to do Luke's perspective too - but that will probably be something different since my attempts at his voice have been horrid... so I'm still thinking... anyways if you have any thoughts about what you'd be interested in. Let me know.

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Destiny - Chapter Four

Author’s notes: Hi! Thank you again for reading <3. I’m actually a bit hesitant about putting this out there...but I hope you guys like it. As always, enjoy! 

Chapter Preview: You shook your head pinching the bridge of your nose as you wagged your finger at Iroh, “No, no, no, nooo - you don't get to do that to me. You don't get to pull the 'destiny is a funny thing' on me like you used to when I was younger. I can't believe..." 

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“No matter how things may seem to change, never forget who you are...."

Zuko jolts awake, still hearing his mother’s words ringing from his dreams. He blinks back the fogginess as he stares up at the ceiling. Pushing himself out of the makeshift bed, he glances over at his Uncle, only to find his side empty. The blankets and pillows that Iroh used the night before was now neatly folded and pushed against the wall. Zuko looks over at the window to see the sun that peeking through it and grumbles when he realized it was already nearing noon.

Why didn't anyone wake him up?

Zuko looks over to your room and also finds it empty. Where was everyone?

Rolling out of bed with already a scowl on his face, he asks, “Uncle?” 

Silence. A bout of panic rises through his throat. Did something happen?

Zuko goes to open the front door and sighs with relief when he finds both you and his Uncle outside. The two of you were in deep concentration as you both slowly moved through fire bending forms. He leans against the door frame, crossing his arms across his chest as he watches his uncle, shirtless and already sweaty, move in unison with you. Meanwhile, you moved through the forms almost at an ease. Zuko usually hated practicing forms and drills, he didn’t have the patience for it and would rather just spar. 

“Ah, Zuko! You’re finally awake!” Iroh stops mid-form to greet him with a smile.

Zuko pushes himself from the frame and released an irritated sigh, “Why didn’t you wake me? I thought we were going to leave in the morning.”

Iroh just raises his arms at him, “Come on Zuko! Let’s watch (YN)’s last tournament and then we can travel through the night - it would be easier with the cooler air anyways!”

Zuko glances over at you, but you just gave him a shrug. You were a lot more quiet this morning and he wondered if it had something to do with what he said last night. A flash of guilt hits him, but pushes it away when you glance away before adding, “Your uncle made some jook. There’s some left overs in the kitchen…"

“Fine, Uncle. We can stay, but we will leave right after.” Iroh just nods at him before turning back to you to continue the forms. Zuko turns back to go inside your apartment, but not before catching your gaze briefly, your expression unreadable.

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Somewhere in the village....

“I’m telling you, b-boss, I saw them...Fire Nation criminals! I saw the the girl take them to her house. She's harboring them!" The short man wheezed as the hand on his throat tightened, hands clawing at the assailant.

“Xi, if we find out that you’re lying, you’re dead!” 

Sud loosened his grip on the Xi's neck as he collapses to the ground, coughing. Sud then whispered over to the figure next to hi, “So what’s the plan, Scorpio? If she’s harboring Fire Nation criminals, maybe she’s a fire bender. We can use it to our advantage?”

The Scorpion’s lips curl maliciously as he stroke his chin, “If she is a bender, we need to force it out of her. Sud, see if we bribe the organizer about changing some rules...”

Both men left the alley, smirking.

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You sat on the floor by your kitchen table as you got ready for your last fight, while Iroh sat across for you, his back against the wall, and Zuko made his sure their packs were ready to go for tonight. The blue dragon mask you previously wore to the matches laid on the table, split in half. Saddened by it, you sigh as trace your fingers over the details.

“We’ll find you another one.” Iroh seems to pick up on your demeanor and comforts with a small smile. You look up at him and nod, as Zuko sits down next to you, his packing finished. He stared the the blue mask, realizing how similar it was to his.

“It reminds me of the Blue Spirit mask I have.”

You blink at him, trying to imagine what the Blue Spirit mask would look like, before shrugging your shoulders at him, “You should show me next time you're ever around."

For a moment, Zuko forgot that after tonight, he'll be leaving you - his childhood friend - behind. He cursed at himself internally for treating you so unfairly. Years of wondering where you've been and what happened to you, and now that he found you, here he was trying to leave as soon as possible and basically spitting at your hospitality. He quickly glances over at his uncle who laughs at something you say and he wonders that maybe his uncle was right, maybe it was right for you to come along. 

Zuko chewed on his Uncle’s words from last night. Was it right for you to spend the rest of your life scraping by while you fought just to have money? Were you happy? 

His fist clenched at his predicament - part of him felt anxious about the thought of you coming along, but there was another small part of him that wondered what it would be like to have you around again. It made him feel less lonely - to have someone that he knew from his childhood who went through a somewhat-similar experience. But it was a small part of him and Zuko pushed that thought to the back of his head as he observed you as you start to wrap your hands with cloth. 

Trying to break the silence, Zuko curiously asks, “So what made you want to join the fighting ring in the first place?"

You glanced at Zuko with surprise before responding with a shrug, "I needed the money."

Zuko tilts his head at you as if urging you to continue and you elaborate, “But I also wanted to learn different fighting forms. To be frank, some of the fire bending forms can be…” You trailed off as you wrack your brain for the perfect description.

“Rigid?” Zuko offers and your face lights up before nodding with agreement.

“Yes! Rigid…fire bending forms can sometimes be restrictive. It's all about control and showing strength so it doesn’t allow for much flexibility, not unlike water or air bending.” You finish wrapping main hand before starting the other, grumbling when you fumble awkwardly with the other. 

“Here…let me.” Zuko offers as he takes the cloth from your fingers and grabs your wrist, not sure what prompted him to help and ignoring the rising temperature of his cheems. Unbeknownst to you or Zuko, Iroh smiled behind his tea cup as he listened.

You look up at him with curiosity, trying to quell the flutter in your stomach as he holds your wrist gently, his callous hands bought against your skin.  While Zuko wraps your wrist, he says with a nod,”I think I can understand. Sometimes you can’t think about how your form looks when someone’s attacking you.”

You couldn’t concentrate on the words he was saying; you were too occupied watching Zuko wrap your hand. As he wrapped your hand slowly and almost delicately, his fingertips would brunch against the inside of your wrist and palm, your skin tingling where he touched. 

Clearing your throat, you nod in agreement as you glance up at Zuko who catches your gaze briefly and looks away back to your hand with a blush. “Forms can only do so much. Don’t get me wrong - the basics are fundamental to master, but sometimes it’s good to look beyond just fire bending teachings to learn, you know?”

You rambled as you watch Zuko finish wrapping your hand and tying it securely. You flexed your hand around, testing the tightness and support before nodding with satisfaction. Zuko blushes when you suddenly grab the sleeve of shirt and say your thanks, your eyes genuine. Iroh continues to smile behind his tea cup.

A smirk spreads across your face as you stand up and ready to leave for the tournament, “Alright, let’s do this.” 

Zuko just rolls his eyes at you, a smirk tugging at his own lips.

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You cursed - not only were you surrounded, you were backed into the edge of the ring. One step backwards and you would be out of the ring - disqualified. Glaring at the three opponents in front of you, they smirked with as they inched closer to you. 

When you had arrived earlier that evening for the last rounds of the tournament, they quickly announced the change of rules in the “spirit of the competition” and for “entertainment.” You had shrugged it off when Zuko gave you concerned glance, saying that they would often change rules so it wasn’t surprising. However, you weren’t sure what that meant until you entered the ring and three opponents you previously fought walked up the stage. They looked at you with a smug expression, the Scorpion stretching his limbs to warm up and intimidate you. You glared at the ring leader who just flashed you extra coins. 

How was it the ‘Spirit of the Competition’ when it was a three-on-one match? 

“Give Up, Blue Dragon! You’re no match with us three.” The Scorpion sneered at you, his arms out ready to strike. Zuko felt tense as he watched you slowly back yourself to the edge of the ring. 

Why did they suddenly change the rules? He thought. He also found it odd that despite the rule change, you were the only fighter that had to fight more than two opponents. Either they know something or they were very adamant about not getting beat up by a girl.

“You seem worried, Zuko.” he looks over at his Uncle, who seems to be actually enjoying the match.

“Yeah, and I can tell you are too,” Zuko adds sarcastically. His uncle just bit his nails in nervousness as you dodge a punch. Zuko looks back at the ring and pushes his worries away. 

Whatever. You act so strong anyways, you could take on thee people. He bitterly thought, before glancing back at the ring with worry.

You knew that they were the the ones responsible for changing the competition rules just so they can have an unfair advantage - what a bunch of cowards. The Scorpion lunges forward and you barrel towards him, duck from his hook, and put all of your weight onto you right elbow as it connected to his shoulder. However, you had no time to react before another opponent, The Leaping Beetle (as he liked to be called) kicks high up in the air towards your head. Narrowly missing, you grab his leg and flip him to his back ducking when another kick was thrown to you. 

You tried flipping back to step away, but the Scorpion managed to grab your foot before tossing you aside. Your back hit the ring on impact and knocks the air out of you, not to mention your ankle started to throb as you pushed yourself back up, and the three opponents stood together before shouting and lunging all at once.

Zuko’s eyes widened as he realizes that you had no chance to avoid all three opponents at once and he leapt from his chair, “Watch out!” 

A blast of red fire burst out of his palms before Zuko could stop it. You see fire erupt from Zuko, shooting out to the rink as it made way to the closest enemy - the Scorpion. Your eyes widened at the flames - the Scorpion either ignored it or didn’t see the incoming flames because he continued gaze at you smugly. Even though he was your opponent, the Scorpion didn’t deserve to be burned and your frowned at your predicament.

Growling in frustration, you squared your stance and swung your arm in front of you. You feel the heat from Zuko’s fire become your own as you moved it away from the Scorpion and morphed it into a shield, Zuko’s red fire changing and transitioning into a bright purple hue as the flames. All three assailants stopped dead on their tracks as a wall of purple fire erupted, their eyes widening at the height and stepping back as they felt the heat of your fire. 

Zuko’s eyes widen at the sight of bright purple fire erupting around you as it created a wall. He had never seen fire in that color before…he wasn’t even aware that the color of fire existed. The only other person to produce a different color of fire Azula - and he thought it was she was a child prodigy. (YN) wasn’t a prodigy, was she? He turned to his Uncle who watched the fire distinguish and turn into smoke with a finger on his chin with a perplexed expression.

“Uncle…h-how?”

Iroh sighs as he wracks his brain for an explanation, “Jeong Jeong mentioned (YN)’s potential in one of his letters, saying something about her mastery of fire but I brushed it off at that time. I’ve only managed to have purple fire once, but I was still young and at my prime then! It requires a certain level of concentration and discipline to keep that fire that way.”

You felt the heat dissipate around you, not that it ever bothered you, but the look at the Scorpion’s smug smirk was enough to tell you everything you needed to know. A murmur went through the crowd as they suddenly realized that you have been a fire bender all this time. 

“You’re disqualified!” 

You glare at the Scorpion, then at the ring leader before whipping your head to look at Zuko angrily. If he hadn’t intervene, you wouldn’t have gotten disqualified in the first place.

This was the Scorpion’s plan all along. Their plan was to corner you into using your bending (how they found that out was beyond you) and get disqualified since it was “illegal” in the ring. While bending was considered illegal, changing the rules and having extra fighters on the ring at the last second seemed to be fair. 

You fumed as you felt the anger bubbling in your chest.  Your fists ignited into a flames, but instead of the purple that Zuko had just seen, it was bright red just like his. Interesting. From where he stood, he could see the anger in your facial expression, but as quickly as he saw it, it disappeared just like the flames on your hands.

The anger dissipated as quickly as it came and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. You wanted nothing else but to throw fireballs at them and teach them a lesson, but you knew that it wasn’t worth your effort. They weren’t worth your effort.

“Tch, whatever.” You shrug and spin on your heel go down the stairs and leave the rink. The three opponents looked at each with surprise. “Hey get back here! We have a fight to finish.”

“Come here you coward. Aren’t you going to fight?” The Scorpion shouts at you, fuming that you just walked off so easily.

Zuko watched, perplexed. You weren’t going to fight them? Weren’t you mad at them? They had cornered you and rigged the rules just so they could win.

You walked down the steps and shouted over your shoulder nonchalantly, “Nah, you’re not worth my time. If you can’t beat me when I don’t use my bending, how are you three supposed to beat me when I do?”

As you walked toward their direction, Zuko could see the opponents angrily talked to each other. They didn't take in account if what would happen if you surrendered. He saw the Scorpion seethe before pushing his way past the other two fighters and running towards you, angry. He left high in the air, his arm drawn to drop a punch from above.

As if sensing his retaliation, you turn quickly, as bright purple flames erupted from our hands hand as you create another fire wall for protection. The Scorpion dodged it at the last second, snarling.

"You think you're better than us just because you're Fire Nation?!"

He lunges again but this time, you were ready. You draw your arm back and used your fire to propel your arm into an uppercut punch, your fist connecting with the Scorpion's jaw with a loud crack.

The Scorpion stumbles backwards, confusion written on his face before his eyes rolls to the back of his head and falls to ground.

Zuko blinks back and tried to stifle a laugh at how easily you manage to knock a guy, twice your size, out cold. However his eyes narrow quickly when whispers from around the crowd grew noticablely.

"Fire Nation?"

"Wait - they look like the guys from the wanted poster."

"Down with the Fire Nation!"

"Uncle...we need to leave."

"Way ahead of you Zuko," Iroh was already on his feet and halfway running to you when the shouts increase. Zuko ran towards his uncle.

"Get out of our village, Ash Maker!"

"Those guys have bounties on their heads! Get them!" 

As the crowd lunges for them, a wall of purple flames erupt from the ground behind Zuko, successfully blocking the mob from getting to them. 

You over to them and grabbed Iroh by the elbow as you led through the arena. "Let's get out of here. There's another way out."

Iroh makes a path from your fire as you direct them to the exit doors. Right before you leave the area, you turn back to the and breathe deeply before swinging your arms over head as the fire dies down into small embers, the crowd finally noticing where you are as they point at you.

"Let's go!"

You ran through the market, Iroh and zuko closely following behind as you made way to your apartment. They would be here in no time. You ran between buildings and avoided the main street as you three ran towards your apartment.

When you got in front of your door, you harshly turned around at Zuko, your eyes flashing before you angrily pushed at him. Zuko’s eyes widened with surprise, not used to see your anger directed at him. 

“Why would you do that!?” You push Zuko hard at the chest.

“I had everything under control!” You shoved him again and Zuko stumbles backward at te force.

“I don’t need saving, especially from a prince!” You pushed him harder and he falls to ground with an scowl on his face. 

“You should be grateful - I saved your life.” Zuko spat.

“I got disqualified because of you.” You seethe at him, throwing your arms up in exasperation.

And it clicks. Iroh was right. You and Zuko were more alike that he would like to admit. Now as he watches the anger in your eyes, your face contorted with rage...you reminded him of himself. He got up from the ground, his hands up in surrender.

You sigh, as you shook your head in disbelief before you looking at the distance. With lips curled in annoyance, you look at Iroh dead straight in the eyes with a guarded expression. Iroh just looked at you with a softened, albeit pained expression. “What do you want, Iroh? What are you doing here?"

Iroh chuckles before tucking his hand into his sleeves and says nonchalantly, "I don't know what you mean."

The way you shook your head in annoyance while your eyes flashed with rage made Zuko blink in surprise. The rashlesness, the anger... It was like seeing a mirror of himself every time he blew up at his uncle. He watch you shake your head in disbelief at Iroh before you glanced his way.

He hears you release a long sigh as if releasing all that pent u panger was well, before adding, "You don’t write back to me for months, you come out of nowhere with Zuko AND with a bounty over your heads, on the run from Azula, and then you ask me to come along with you, I say no, and next day I'm getting kicked out of my village?” 

You shook your head as you pace before them, in total disbelief.

Zuko did find it rather other odd at the string of events. But could only scoff at you, “It's not like we knew you lived here. Believe me, I would have happily passed your village if it wasn’t for our ostrich horse and our low supply. We just happened to come to stop along on our way to Misty Palms. Sorry to ruin your life."

You roll your eyes in response, incredulity written on your face.

Iroh nods at you seriously before breaking into a fit of chuckles and saying, “Maybe it was destiny for us to-"

You shook your head pinching the bridge of your nose as you wagged your finger at Iroh, “No, no, no, nooo - you don't get to do that to me. You don't get to pull the 'destiny is a funny thing' on me like you used to when I was younger. I can't believe..." 

You hang your head in defeat as you trail off. Zuko couldn't believe his uncle used that same line on her. On him! 

Iroh clapped his hands together, "So will you be joining us or what?"

You look over at Zuko with a brow raised, almost as if you were asking his permission. Zuko shook his head and scowled. “Not like you have much of a choice."

"Ok - just give me few minutes then,” You say quietly as you go into your apartment to start gathering some essentials.

Zuko and Iroh stood side by side as they looked to the distance, silence coming over them. Zuko chews on his lip as he asks in a low voice. "Did you know Uncle?"

"Know what, Prince Zuko?"

Was his uncle truly going to keep playing this act? Zuko growled, “That she lived here."

There was a moment of silence before Iroh speaks softly. “No, just a gut feeling. The last letter I received from Jeong Jeong, he mentioned how (yn) had just started mastering the purple flame when she decided to travel on her own. He did mention how adament (YN) was to see the desert but I didn't know she would actually be here."

There was another pause before Iroh shrugs and says, "Like I said, destiny is a funny thing!"

Zuko groans as he slaps his palm on his forehead in exasperation, “Uncle!!"

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PAHAHHAAH i was wondering what you tagged your content as— now if you excuse me i will be roasting your works now (p.s why am i surprised your blog is light themed, truly we are opposites (p.p.s whoever reads this aside from june i'm only mean towards her dw <3))

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sunew illustrated — i rmbr when you sent me what you were working on i was like wtf i'd have no patience to do that (or maybe future woo would, let's see if i jinx it) but ofc your design and work never fails to impress me. the way you replicated the art style was SUPER well done and you even included how the black border 'jitters' in the ph1's nerdy love mv. to mix that kind of concept for a fan post though !?!? truly unmatched ++ ik you even pulled up photos of their fits to nail it down to a tee (attention to detail is smth you never lackluster in)

deobirevival favourite song lyrics — the way you went back and fourth between wondering if this was my 'editorial style' or not when making this PAHAHHAHA i really love it tho typography has always been something that interested me so this definitely hit different when you did your take on the prompt (does that.... make sense.... sure) i've already told you this but the 2nd and 3rd gif are so lovely (the way the text 'rains' down from the cloud, even the texture you added to the cloud, the almost paramount style with the stars above the word 'heaven' and the positioning of the text in the 3rd gif). adding the crinkled paper/plastic-looking overlays was a nice touch as well for texture and it ties in super nicely with the theme you were going for (": (not sure if this make sense but it just reminds me of a record store PHAHAHA)

deobirevival favourite photoshoot + colour palette — when you first posted this i literally stared at it until i had an understanding of what you did because so much is happening that is completely beyond my skill level... the whole idea and concept of having to be able to 'choose your colours' and making them 'customizable' is so unique (omg wait i acc don't think i know how you did the dividing gifs with the images that go through a rotation) ty for showing me your process on this though (or at least for one of the gif's PAHAHA) it always inspires me to learn more than i know and push the boundaries of my knowledge to someday be able to pull of something like that

happy jacob day — hehe jacob <3 an angel <3 the composition and the space theme was really well done + i love the way the numbers connect to one another and font choice ++ the bottom right gif's animation going from the star around jacob's name to a the oval saying happy birthday <3 +++ black and reds <3

deobirevival bias — i think i just chose all your gfx/gif work PAHAHAH but i also rmbr staring at this and thinking 'this is so june' with the flowers, the colours, and the BLOBS PAHAHAHAH the gradients are SUPER smooth and i love the texture you put onto it as well (edit: i'm now noticing at how much texture you like to add to your works which is a nice touch of how you brand your work more graphic-heavy-posts) the way the blob droops down and reveals the text underneath + the pony doodle is so cute PAHHAHAH very well done

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Based on a prompt asking for an insane Kamilah. The story’s structured so that the main events are revealed in a series of flashbacks told by Kamilah.

Since the First Vampire’s rise and fall 500 years ago, Kamilah Sayeed has moved into legend, a woman drenched in the blood of thousands. 

Rosella has made it her mission to find out why. 

Part 2.  Part 3.

Rosella came to, feeling a dull, throbbing ache in the back of her head, and made to rub it when she found her hands cuffed to the chair. The memories flooded back into her mind at the feel of the cold iron and she quickly swivelled her head around to try to gain insight into where she was being held. 

She was in an expansive chamber with no exit in sight, broken shards of glass littering the sides of the room. The room was like the ruins of a museum, empty exhibits everywhere where artefacts must once have been. This must have been where the Order of Dawn had kept the articles, trophies of their conquests and she couldn’t help but hiss in disgust.

And then Rosella heard the sound of doors being pushed open somewhere behind her and the clicking of heels against the marble floor.

Her heart sped erratically as she smelled the calming scent of lavender and Rosella finally laid eyes upon her captor.

Kamilah Sayeed.

The living legend was standing right in front of her, dressed in an impeccably tailored pantsuit that outlined every inch of her curves. In the light, her suit looked as if it were drenched in blood, and Rosella internally shuddered at the terrifyingly beautiful image. She was every bit the striking figure of legend and more.

Every newly Turned vampire learned about this woman as she was a vital part of vampire history and present, and was responsible for thousands of deaths. If the First Vampire had been a goddess, she was a Queen, who was perhaps even more feared than the former now that the First Vampire was long dead.

Her features were timeless, set in an immovable and beautiful face, and yet there was something more to her, something that hinted at the two thousand and five hundred years of life she had experienced.

But what surprised Rosella most was the lucid, brown depth of the woman’s eyes. They weren’t the bright red of vampires caught in the throes of bloodlust and they contained no hint of madness like the myths said. No, these were the eyes of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

She noticed the daggers sheathed at the vampire’s hip and knew instantly that this was the pair of infamous daggers that had claimed the lives of countless lives. It was deceptively simple with only the barest of ornamentation on their pommels.

Nobody except the leader of her clan, who had once been a member of Clan Sayeed, knew how these daggers looked because the people who laid eyes on them did not last long enough to tell others. Seeing them was a death sentence but Rosella felt a surge of fearful triumph; she was here with Kamilah Sayeed (although there was no telling how much longer she’d be here alive).

Being captured by the legend herself had never been the plan, but now that she was in this position, Rosella realised this was the best chance she had of finding out the truth directly from the source.

She just needed to keep the world’s oldest living and most dangerous vampire interested enough in her to not kill her, at least until she was able to hear the truth. No big deal, she could do that… She hoped.

Rosella knew she’d have to speak first in order to pique the woman’s interest but the words spilled out of her naturally, “I don’t understand.”

The vampire stared at her silently, offering no signs that she had heard or was willing to entertain her, but Rosella continued anyway, unable to stop the words that had started flowing, the questions that had built up inside her ever since she had been Turned and learned of this woman.

“You’re Kamilah Sayeed. Everyone respected you, everyone knew how powerful you were, but you used that power in order to maintain peace. You committed... devastating atrocities against humans with Gaius but it seemed like you were at least atoning for them. You protected vampires and humans alike from the wrath of Gaius and then the First Vampire when she arose again and you helped defeat both of them. You single-handedly destroyed the Order of the Dawn… So why did you turn against us? Why do you hunt us? Are you so bloodthirsty that you need to resort to killing your own brethren?! Haven’t you spilled enough blood?!”

Rosella had tried to keep her emotions restrained; she knew throwing frenzied accusations at the woman would only serve to alienate her, which was the very opposite of what she wanted. But she couldn’t do it. Her voice rose in intensity with each word until she was feverishly yelling the last question at the woman, tears rolling down her cheeks. The faces of all the friends and family she had lost appeared in her mind like a never-ending movie, causing her heart to break all over again but she kept her eyes open and fixed on the unmoving woman.

There had been a flicker of amusement on Kamilah’s face at the beginning but her face had quickly smoothed over again. Kamilah easily met Rosella’s watery and yet determined gaze before frowning and looking away as if she had found something she didn’t like in Rosella’s eyes.

“Do you know who was with me the night the First Vampire rose again?”

The sudden question startled Rosella but she answered instinctively, listing off the names that had been taught to her and every other newly Turned vampire since the Great Battle, ““Adrian Raines, head of Clan Raines, Jax Matsuo, head of clan Matsuo, formerly the Clanless, and Lily Spencer, second in command of Clan Matsuo.”

A dark flash came over Kamilah’s face before she gave a bitter laugh.

“Nobody ever mentions her. She was the one person tying everything together and yet, it’s like she never existed.”

Rosella furrowed her brows in confusion; she knew she hadn’t missed anyone from her lessons, but she was wary of asking, not wanting to test Kamilah’s patience any more than she already had.

“Her name was Eden,” Kamilah said, her voice growing somehow soft, each syllable said with tender affection.

“She was the most remarkable person I’d met.”

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The fight hadn’t been going well. They had been too cornered, too outnumbered, too powerless against the First Son. Even if he hadn’t sustained himself with blood for thousands of years, he had the undiluted blood of the First flowing through him, and with his limitless forces of trained killers, there was no way they could leave with their lives intact.

Xenocrates hadn’t even made use of his skills yet; in an arrogant and yet not unfounded show of power, he stood in the center of the fighting, simply watching as his soldiers were replaced as quickly as they were killed.

Not even Adrian or Kamilah could keep this up infinitely.

With the Order’s weapons, there was no choice but to keep the fighting as close in proximity to the soldiers as possible. The three of them moved effortlessly through the crowds, their weapons making quick work of the humans even as their actions gradually slowed.

Eden was running around the chamber, knocking out soldiers with one of the Order’s weapons. Kamilah spared a split second to look towards Eden and found her using her weapon to knock down the arm of a soldier who had gotten too close to her. She felt a fierce sense of pride and relief, recognising Eden’s move as one she had taught her.

But this momentary lapse in focus cost Kamilah and she felt the tip of a crossbow drag down her forearm, opening an angry gash. The Egyptian woman let out a snarl, killing the attacker in a matter of seconds before stepping over the dead bodies she had accrued around her to attack the next soldier.

She could feel her body knitting itself back together but it was too slow, it made her too slow.  

A UV bomb clipped her side and Kamilah faltered in her bloody stride. A quick scan of the chamber showed that Adrian and Jax were in similar states, their wounds too accumulated. And Eden. Kamilah locked eyes with Eden, seeing her own desperation mirrored.

Could this truly be it? Would this be where they met their end, unable to stop Gaius or Xenocrates?

She saw Eden’s face harden with resolve and Kamilah felt a terror greater than any she had felt during the night when Eden darted to the Tree. She made to go after her, noticing in her peripheral vision that Xenocrates was following suit, also having seen where she was headed.

“No, don’t-”

The warning died in her throat as Eden threw herself at the Tree, biting it with all her might, and a blinding light suddenly illuminated the room.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Xenocrates howled in fury.

The fighting momentarily halted, vampires and soldiers alike turned towards the figure who stepped out of the vortex of light.

“It’s been so long, my fallen prince.”

The body of the woman who spoke was at once Eden and yet not. Oppressing amounts of power rolled off her in waves and dripped from her unearthly voice. With a mere raise of her hand, blazing bolts of fire soared in the air before finding their mark in the chests of hundreds of soldiers, who promptly fell to the ground.

But her eyes, her blood-red eyes, were fixed solely on the cowering figure of Xenocrates, promising revenge on the one who had dared to imprison her. There were no pithy remarks, no clever insults thrown. Instead, in one last valiant attempt, he threw himself at her with a wordless cry.

Eden, no, Rheya thrust her hand into his chest and pulled it out, holding a throbbing heart. He fell to the ground in an unceremonious heap, a gaping hole in his chest through which large globules of fat and other organs could be seen glistening underneath the torn tatters of skin.

Rheya stared impassively at the still beating source of life before baring her fangless mouth and biting into it in one feral motion. Blood sputtered out of the flailing organ but she continued to steadily chew until its movements stopped and the heart fell apart into ashes.

It was only then that she turned towards the sole living survivors in the room, all of whom had remained frozen in horror at the unfolding scene.

“My children, you have nothing to fear from me,” she raised her arms as if to embrace them lovingly, but Xenocrate’s blood had painted deep rivulets of crimson down her chin and arms.

When the looks of distrust and fear did not disappear from their faces and they instead readied their weary bodies to attack, she looked disappointingly at the three of them.

“I-”

Her face suddenly twisted into a terrible grimace and she lurched forward, only just able to maintain her balance. As the three watched her in confusion, she hissed angrily to herself, “Do not fight the blood. Embrace it.”

And then whatever internal struggle she had been undergoing seemed to end and Rheya spared them not a single glance as she disappeared out of the chambers.

—-

Kamilah abruptly stopped, walking out of the room and leaving Rosella alone to think about this woman who had never once come up in her lessons.

Eden, the mortal Bloodkeeper who had, in an act of foolish bravery, become possessed by the First Vampire.

Kamilah talked about her as if she were speaking of a lover and she had not been quick enough in her exit for Rosella to not notice the yearnfullook on her face.

Rosella knew the First Vampire was long dead, killed in the Great Battle, but what had happened to Eden in the process?

She had a feeling that the answer to this question would explain Kamilah’s steep descent.

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A/N: Damn it. I’m literally about to start med school and here I am with an outline for a whole new story. Apologies for any errors; I’m going out with my classmates tonight but I really wanted to get this out first.

Insane Kamilah was asked for by @galaxyside-0​ and I was also inspired by a post by @thefirstcourtesan​ about how she thinks MC will be possessed by Rheya when she drinks from the Tree.

In case it’s not clear, Rosella is an OC, a fairly new/young vampire. The events of BB2 happened around ~500 years ago and Eden is the MC. You’ll be learning along with Rosella about what happened to cause Kamilah to become the infamous legend she now is.

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stars, hide your fires: chapter three

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Silence reigns in the spacious room after Alex’s pronouncement, and he forces himself to keep his head up. He hates making a spectacle of himself, hates snapping at them, but for the love of God, his friends making this so much more difficult than it needs to be, and patience can only take him so far. There’s a time for talk and a time for action, and they’ve passed the first and are well into the latter, now.

It’s Max that breaks the tense silence, beating Michael by a scant instant.

“You’re sure about this?”

“Why do you always have to be such a goddamned martyr?”

Alex sighs wearily as Liz turns a fierce glare on Michael and mutters something under her breath in Spanish. He takes the coward’s way out and lets her scold him, rather than addressing Michael directly; he knows he’ll have to, at some point, but he also knows it won’t be a quick conversation. So instead, he nods in answer to Max’s question, giving the other man as much of his attention as he can pull from the others.

“I’m not going to change my mind,” he says through a clenched jaw, stuck on Guerin’s comment despite himself. He’s got no plans of dying for the cause -- but the uncomfortable truth is that he’d rather that than watch his brothers destroy the only real sense of family he’s ever known. And Alex is self-aware enough to admit that he’s got a history of sacrificing his own wants and needs for that of the greater good, and Michael’s born the brunt of that. Of course he’ll be angry when he thinks he’s seeing more of the same.

But this isn’t Alex enlisting, or even taking a mission that will cost him his leg. This isn’t an invented excuse to walk away from Michael -- they aren’t together, and haven’t been in months. They’re friends, they’re family, and this is different from what’s happened in the past. This time, Alex is doing this for Michael. He’s protecting him, and the people they both care about. He’s finally fighting a battle that he’s chosen for himself for all the right reasons, rather than letting Jesse Manes dictate to him, and Alex is proud of that fact. It’s the culmination of all the work he’s been doing on himself over the last year, and he refuses to lose any of that forward momentum by listening to well-intentioned people trying to keep him safe.

Hopefully, Guerin will come to understand that, in time. And if he doesn’t, Alex has proven he can live without him. He’s not going to fall apart if Michael walks away again, even if the thought of it knocks the breath from his lungs and makes the the future seem long and lonely. He’s strong enough to survive alone, to be happy -- and damn, where’s his shrink when he’s making all this progress? Maybe if she could hear this, she’d finally get off of his back about writing down his feelings before every session.

“Alex?” Liz’s worried voice pulls him back into the conversation, and Alex shoots what he hopes is a reassuring look in her direction.

When he speaks again, it’s slowly, each word chosen with careful precision for maximum impact. He keeps his fingers still on his thighs and squares his shoulders, determined to make them hear him, this time. “I’m not letting Flint and the others find dad. I’m not letting them hurt anyone else, whether it’s someone in this room or other people that he’s holding in another off-books base like Caulfield. I’m sure, okay? I’m sure.”

The words are for everyone still looking at him uncertainly, like they’re not sure if they should be tying him up in the basement or supporting him -- and finally, finally, Alex begins to read unwilling acceptance in their expressions.

Max nods, looking older in that moment than his years of life suggest. Alex forgets sometimes that the Deputy has spent most of his life hiding secrets and trying to protect his siblings -- and failing spectacularly, especially in Michael’s case. Those failures are written in the lines on his face, in the weariness of his expression, and Alex realizes belatedly that if his brothers end up hurting him during this operation, Max is going to blame himself.

Finally, Max leans forward and rests a hand on one of Guerin’s tense shoulders. Alex’s eyes track the motion against his will and eventually land on the strained lines of Michael’s body and the nearly visible cloud of defensive anger and anxiety that’s all but choking him. There’s a flinch at Max’s touch, but he doesn’t push him away. He turns his head, instead, and meets his brother’s gaze head-on. Something passes between them; Alex doesn’t know if it’s a psychic exchange or just the nonverbal communication of two people who know each other so well that they barely need words, but there’s obviously some sort of conversation occuring.

It lasts for about a minute. Then, Michael bursts into motion, shoving himself to his feet and away from both Alex and Max and any attempt at calming him. “Fuck you, Max! If this was Liz, there’s no way you’d go along with this!” he bellows, and the knick-knacks on the TV stand rattle ominously as his hands curl into fists at his sides. The others look up from their small huddle at the sound; Kyle has steered Rosa and Isobel back to the surveillance footage while the rest of them argued, but they’re obviously all listening, now.

“Because I’m not a trained military operative,” Liz points out pragmatically, though Alex hears the hesitation underlying the supportive statement. He doesn’t hold it against her -- this shit is scary, and he’d be a little miffed if she were willing to throw him into the lion’s den without even a moment’s hesitation. “You’re not giving Alex enough credit, Michael. If he says he can do this, we need to believe him. And help, instead of wasting our time fighting about it.”

Michael ignores her, which isn’t all that surprising. “You’re not doing this,” he says flatly, arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed deliberately in Alex’s direction. He’s braced for a fight, and clearly knows he’s about to start one -- wants to, even.

And God help him, Alex can’t stop himself from giving in. Fighting with Guerin is second-nature; sometimes, it seems that all they’ve done for the last ten years is fight and fuck, and since they’re no longer able to do the latter, they’ve had to fight twice as much to make up for it.

“Yes, I really fucking am,” Alex snaps, as does his rapidly thinning patience. No one dictates to him what he can and cannot do anymore, not even Michael Guerin, and the pronouncement is absolutely the last straw. “I didn’t come here to ask permission. I came here because you all deserve to know what’s going on, and I’ll admit, I was hoping for some help in the planning department, since you know things I don’t.” Those words are directed at the entire group, even though most of them seem to be backing off to let Alex and Michael settle this between themselves. They all know of their history, of their drama, and Alex is fairly sure not one of them wants to get in the middle of it.

“I’m a goddamned Airman, Guerin!” Alex continues heatedly, still fuming over the flat refusal from earlier. “I served three tours and ten years active duty. I am fully capable of taking down Project Shepherd, and I don’t need you babying me! So if all you’re going to do is try to talk me out of it, or say I can’t possibly do this, I’m leaving.”

If he’s too blunt, Alex doesn’t care. He’s tired of talking about this. He came here to warn them, to start forming a plan, not to fight. Heaving himself to his feet, Alex starts toward the door -- only to find himself brought up short by a rough hand around his wrist, stopping him a mere foot from freedom.

“Let go of me, Guerin,” he demands, yanking at his arm, but Michael’s grip doesn’t loosen. Instead, he crowds in closer, making Alex’s heartbeat trip in his chest. He’s close enough that Alex can smell his aftershave, can feel the heat wafting off of his body, taking him back to a few, blissful moments of skin-on-skin in the merciless sun of the desert. He doesn’t need it, but the flashback is a good reminder of why Alex is determined to do this. He wants the chance to make things right with Guerin, but neither of them will be able to put Caulfield in the past until Project Shepherd is properly dismantled. That, more than any noble, honorable need to clear his family legacy, is why Alex is here.

Guerin’s obviously not ready to let this go. Alex can read the anxious energy in the bouncing of his knee and the set of his shoulders as clearly as he can read his own body, and the clench of Michael’s jaw is far from subtle. There’s no avoiding further confrontation, and Alex absolutely refuses to do continue this chat with an audience, even if they’ve all backed off to let the two of them talk. So he cuts off the start of Michael’s furious, “Are you fucking kidding me?” with a sharp shake of his head, then gestures to the door that leads from the living room to Max’s spacious patio.

“Let’s finish this outside,” he suggests, infusing the words with steel so that it’s clear he’s not really asking. Michael doesn’t always respond well to orders, but when he’s like this, all furious and frantic, they tend to get through the noise in his head faster than a question. Alex notices the look Max and Isobel exchange and the quirk of Liz’s eyebrow, but he pays no attention to them. Instead, he keeps his eyes on Guerin and waits, chin raised and jaw set, but marginally less angry than he’d been a moment ago.

It takes a moment, but slowly, Michael’s initial flare of temper passes, and he nods curtly. His fingers release Alex’s wrist, immediately prompting a sense of loss, and nothing more is said until they’re outside on the patio, Alex settled in one of the patio chairs while Michael paces, with the door closed firmly behind them.

“Guerin, I -”

“Why are you doing this?” Michael demands, cutting off any attempt at calming him down. Alex takes a seat in one of the patio chairs, hoping that Michael would follow his lead, but the other man just paces a wide circle around him, frazzled energy radiating from him. There’s a large part of Alex that wants to grab him and just hold on -- the two of them have always been at their strongest, their happiest, together, and even now, Alex thinks he could be a comfort. He knows that Michael’s always been his refuge; he’d like to start returning the favor.

But now isn’t the time.

Instead, he needs to answer the question -- but how? He could reiterate the same points that he’s been making all night -- that he’s the only one that has a chance of convincing the other Manes men that he’s on their side, that he’s the only trained soldier with the right skills, that he’s the only one who can infiltrate the project with any degree of success -- but Michael’s heard it all before, and he’s still asking for Alex’s reasons. And, to be honest, if anyone deserves the truth, it’s Michael.

“I have to do this,” Alex states baldly, his chin raised and spine straight, even as Guerin’s eyes search his face, obviously looking for any sign of weakness or uncertainty. As much as he hates fighting with Michael, he’s known this confrontation was inevitable since their impromptu meeting started, and he’s not backing down. “I have to. My dad might be in a coma he’ll never wake up from, but that doesn’t mean all of the horrible things he’s done are just over. There are still people in bases out there being tortured and experimented on. Innocent people! I have a responsibility to shut that project down for good, and I really thought you’d be with me on that!”

“Of course I want the whole thing shut down,” Guerin spits back. Alex watches his hands as his fingers dig into his knees, apparently in an effort to soothe himself. “And fuck you for even suggesting that I don’t. But there’s no reason for you to be the one to do it, Alex. You don’t have a stake in this game anymore. Max and I can -”

Despite his best intentions, anger flares, red-hot and inexorable, in Alex’s gut. “I don’t have a stake?” he repeats, his voice deadly quiet. Yelling has its place in the battlefield, but he’s learned through trial and error how to get his point across when dealing with all sorts of hot-headed macho types, and raising his voice is never the best way. “My family built those awful places to torture people. My brothers are developing weapons to kill people like you, and stalking you and your family!” Alex sucks in a deep breath and tries to find something with which to center himself, but ultimately still feels like he’s drowning in the fraught emotion surrounding this subject. “I promised my father that I’d be the one to destroy the thing he loved, Guerin.Me. Because I knew that it's the only way I'll ever feel free of him. And even if that wasn't true, I'd still owe it to you and the rest of the world to at least make sure that he and my brothers can’t inflict any more damage.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Guerin’s suddenly back in front of Alex, eyes wide and agitation written in every sloping line of his body. It’s hard to look at him, now, because Alex knows what he’s just said and there’s no way to interpret it incorrectly. He tries to stay calm, tries to find the right words to explain, but Michael doesn’t let him get a chance before he’s talking again, this time using words edged in bitterness. “It’s not your responsibility to protect me or Max or Isobel, okay! Your enlistment is almost done -- you’re barely even military anymore! You don’t owe this to the government or anyone, least of all me.”

“Yeah? And how long could you stand to look at me, knowing that I’m one of the only people in the world who has the skills and the knowledge to destroy the whole operation, but I haven’t done it?” Alex fires back, his heart pounding a loud, frantic rhythm against his ribs. Fighting may be second-nature at this point, but Alex is never going to like it -- and this time, there’s no apology or soothing word that’s going to fix the situation. “God, Guerin, the things they did to your mother--” Alex sighs and runs a hand over his eyes, trying to mask his the guilt the thought brings him. “I’m not a fucking idiot. I know that’s why you went to Maria in the first place. I know you can’t look at me without remembering those awful things. And we can’t put that behind us until Project Shepherd and everyone associated with it are gone.” Quiet, fervent certainty is clear in Alex’s voice, and he hopes he’s not being naive to believe that they’ll ever be able to truly put this nightmare behind them. “And even if you never want to be with me, even if friendship is all I ever get from you, I owe you this. I owe it to both of us, for everything we lost. Can you understand that?”

Alex swallows when he’s done and looks away, feeling unsteady and emotionally worn. He’s not sure what will happen if Michael can’t understand his reasoning, but he tries not to worry about it. Not before the dust settles in this argument and they can both process.

Michael sucks in a breath like he’s ready to argue further, but then falls silent. It takes a moment for Alex to work up the courage to look back at him, and when he does, he finds the other man much closer than he was only a moment ago. Fading sunlight dances across his features, and it takes an effort not to chase it with his fingertips. Alex is forever lost in a state of wanting to touch Michael, and when he’s this close, that want becomes a physical ache to rival the one in his leg. It’s not fair, that Alex still wants him this much -- even when they’ve not been together for months, when he’s furious for Michael’s attempts to shelter and protect him when it should be the other way around. But it doesn’t matter. He still wants.

“You’re so goddamned stubborn,” Michael tells him, and Alex is stunned to hear a note of fondness in the words, beneath the frustration. A calloused palm settles over the back of Alex’s where it’s clamped around the armrest of the patio furniture in an attempt to refrain from reaching out to Michael. “Fine. If I’m not going to be able to talk you out of it, then I guess I don’t have much of a choice but to go along with it, do I?”

Alex huffs, but shakes his head. He feels dizzy with relief after Michael’s words; that’s as close as he’s going to get to acceptance, and he’s going to run with it. The warmth of Michael’s hand is enough to stop the world from spinning too quickly, and Alex wets his lips before saying, “We’ll plan it out together. All of us. And I’ll have check-in times and a back-up plan, I promise. I’m not planning on becoming a martyr, Guerin.”

“You better fucking not be,” Michael growls, and his grip on Alex’s hand tightens. “Because when this is done and behind us, we’re working our shit out, Manes. Enough is enough. We’ve figured out the whole friendship thing -- but I think we both know that’s never going to be all that’s between us.”

Alex’s breath catches in his chest at the unexpected proclamation, and his gaze dips to the hand on his for an instant before fluttering back to Michael’s face. He knows he lingers too long on his lips before reaching his eyes, but he’s only human. “That’s a good incentive to get this wrapped up quickly,” he manages, though his attempt at levity comes out more as a strain.

Michael nods once, a considering expression on his face. He seems to make a decision fairly quickly, because then he’s leaning down, his hands landing on the armrests on either side of Alex, bracketing him in the chair with his body. Alex lifts chin to try to figure out what Guerin’s thinking -- only to find rough lips against his. It’s so fast that Alex wouldn’t have had a chance to stop it if he wanted, and he certainly doesn’t. Unbidden, both of his hands slide up Michael’s shoulders to fist in his curls, holding him there when he may have pulled away. Alex opens his mouth and deepens the kiss, pouring every ounce of frustrated longing he’s felt over the last six months into it, and tries sear the memory in his own mind. He’ll need it, he knows, to carry him through whatever happens next with this mission.

Eventually, Michael breaks Alex’s hold and pulls away, breathless and kiss-swollen. That sight, too, is committed to memory; there’s no horror in the world that could make not coming back to that worth it, and Alex has a feeling he’ll need every motivation he can get.

“How’s that for incentive?” Michael asks, once he’s caught his breath. Alex gives him a dirty look as he tries to calm his racing heart, but it doesn’t do a thing to stop Guerin’s smirk. Not that he’d expected it to.

“I’m not sure,” Alex says, because two can play that game. “Maybe we should try it again, just to make sure I’m completely motivated.” He angles his head hopefully, and sighs dramatically when Michael just drops a peck to his lips and steps away. The mood is a drastic change from earlier in the evening, when Alex felt like he would buckle under the weight of every responsibility he had taken on himself, and for once, Alex allows hope to balloon in his chest. He’s going to eradicate his father’s legacy-- and when it’s done, he’s got the promise of this.

“Fine,” Michael tells Alex, the rough quality of his voice dragging the latter out of the warm, contented feelings in which he’s buried himself. Slowly, they slide back into the seriousness of their earlier conversation, but with less anger. “We’ll do this. But you’re not going anywhere before we come up with a solid plan and cover story. And you’re going to listen to us. All of us. And at the first sign of trouble, we’re pulling your ass out of there, whether you like or not.”

It’s hard to be angry at the fierce protectiveness in Michael’s voice; there aren’t many people in the world who have fought to keep Alex safe, but Michael’s always been one of them, in one way or another. Alex isn’t ashamed to admit that knowing Michael cares enough to feel that way makes him happy -- and for that reason, he’s willing to accept those terms. “I think I can agree to that,” he says, flashing Michael a small smile. “It’s going to be okay, Guerin. I can do this.”

Alex isn’t an idiot; he knows what he’s risking, and he knows that there’s a very slim possibility that he’ll walk away from this mission with his soul intact. The Manes family isn’t known for kindness and trust, even when there’s no good reason for suspicion, which Alex has definitely given them. There will be tests, and God knows what Alex will have to do. He also knows it’ll take a hell of a lot more than one lousy ‘it’ll be okay’ to reassure Michael enough for him to relax.

But for Liz and Rosa, for Max and Isobel, and their entire little makeshift family, Alex would give it his best effort. No one would be able to say he didn’t care -- but he’s failed to keep Michael safe too many times in the past. He’s watched his father shatter the bones in his hand, he’s witnessed the other man’s mother suffer and ultimately die, and he’s broken his heart himself. He’s been a miserable failure where Guerin is concerned, and Alex refuses to add to the list.

For Michael, Alex will go to war, and he will win.

No matter what the cost.

[alipiee]

Creator Tag Meme

Tagged by @iwritebetterthanispeak​ and @lanaberryrawr​ thank you pals! <3

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or fewer) favourite works you’ve created this year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work\\s!

Six Hours Ahead Teen, 88.4k 14/? (wip)

When Yuuri downloaded the harmless quiz app, he didn't expect to become best friends with the Russian boy who asked him for a rematch.

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Porkcutlet: Wait, you're from Russia right?

Makka: I am, why?

Porkcutlet: I was just wondering what it feels like to walk on the same ground as a real life angel?

Makka: Umm

Makka: It just feels like walking?

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(In which Yuuri unknowingly befriends Viktor online and gushes to him about the living legend himself)

This fic is my baby n I loved writing it, I just gotta get back into that mindset n finish writing the next chapter so I can update! I kinda thought of the plot in the shower last year after talking to my pal and I was like,,,,,,,,Viktuuri au (bc I love projecting my life onto them) and yeah, it was born. Ty for everyone’s lovely comments and patience, I promise it’ll be updated v v soon!! 

Focus on Me Teen, 5.7k 1/2 (wip)

Prompt: "College AU -Yuuri’s roommate Phichit has to suddenly move back to Thailand for the rest of the semester due to a family emergency, and Yuuri has to find a new roommate quickly in order to pay the rent on their apartment. Viktor is the only one who applies, and he’s not at all what Yuuri expects."

This was my gift for Addy for the Victuri Gift Exchange (which I also need to update!) I’m a sucker for roommate fics n mutual pining so this has both and i have 0 regrets (sorry it’s taking so long Addy, I’ve got like 6k more written i just need to finish it!! ok cool cool ty ily <3 )

Clean Up on Aisle Five Gen, 5.3k 1/1

"You have got to be kidding me.

Please tell me you did not drag me around that shop for over an hour for you to leave without his number, but with coconut milk, four different types of pasta and gluten-free cereal - you're not even gluten intolerant!"

(In which Viktor finds any excuse he can to see the cute boy who works at the supermarket)

This fic is mess, which was only meant to start out as a drabble to get me in the mood to write, but turned into a ficlet lmao oops. But I still had fun writing it although my thumbs were sore from typing it all on my phone heck

Less is More Teen, 9.5k, 1/1 (TW: Disordered Eating Behaviour and others)

Ever since Yuuri Katsuki moved back to Japan, he started eating less and exercising more.

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"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what? I'm fine."

y i k e s,,,, ok so this was my first yoi fic n if you couldn’t already tell, I love projecting my life onto Yuuri so yeah,,,,,,, this is something I’ve been struggling on and off with for like the last 5 years, n writing it all down really helped me to deal with it, (but its just painfully bad bc i just sat n typed it all out over a few hours one day without a plan so its not well written (at all)) but I’m slowly rewriting it bc it still helps me to explore my thoughts n stuff, n i wanna make it better too!

A Skating Scholarship Teen, 35.9k 10/10

After turning 17 and being offered a scholarship in Detroit, Yuuri packs his bags and moves across the world to pursue his skating.

He can't help but find the second-year student Viktor Nikiforov fascinating and his roommate helps him to find out more.

(In which Phichit and Yuuri are roommates and he has a hopeless crush on Viktor)

Ok but Teen aus are my favourite, so I tried to write one n if you’re a fan of way too many run-on sentences and rushed writing, then I’m your gal

anyways! Idk who to tag/ who’s already done this? Feel free to ignore if you already have/don’t want to do it! <3  

@postingpebbles @shemakesmeforget @katyaton @axlaida @youremarvelous @altruistic-meme @teekettle @deeyosa @alexwspark @extranikiforov @vodkawrites 

[franeridart]

you made me start shipping bakugou, kaminari and Kirishima (i forgot their ship name). They're sucha good ship and your drawings for them are amazing!!!!!!!

Oh man thank you!!! I’m super happy I could make you like them!!!!!! They got amazing dynamics, don’t they? :D

Anon said:Your ocs are always so cool and cute i love them??!? Do u have more information about them?

THANK YOU!! And yesssss I do, actually! And I’ve also talked about them a while ago already!!! If you’re looking for more info specifically about Josh and Chris I blabbered about them here!!!

Anon said:I love your art ! And I love your Bakugo, but, have you ever thought of a undercut Bakugo ??

I sure have!!!! Tho I guess I do draw him more often with a side shave haha

Anon said:This is probably annoying, but I just wanted to say that I LIVE for your art! Its so amazing and I love it so much!! You’re one of my favorite artist on Tumblr. Plz continue to be awesome

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why would it be annoying anon!!!! Thank you so so much for the good feelings!!!!! :D

Anon said:What u think about Traitor Theory in BNHA :,)?

I find all the theories going around incredibly interesting and well thought, actually! But they all feel pretty unrealistic to me, after all, and as of now Horikoshi still hasn’t given me any reason to change my mind about the traitor actually being Tsukauchi

Anon said:Oh honey.. everytime i got a notification of your art, my day become better. Stay safe, happy and manly💛💪

A Kiri anon ;O; ohhh boy this ask made me seriously happy hahaha thank you!!!!

Anon said:I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I REALLY want to hear your opinion on this. What about a Bakushima Star Wars AU wherein bakugou is a badass Sith warrior who feels the pull of the light-side and Kirishima is the only Jedi Knight who actually trusts him enough to help him with converting to the light-side of the The Force. Oh and Bakugou dual wields red light sabers and Kirishima only has the one Blue saber but wears heavy armor. What do you think?? Thanks! Love your art!!

It’s a pretty amazing concept, actually? :O one I wouldn’t mind thinking about more, even though Bakugou as a sith………….. does feel pretty unrealistic to me, not gonna lie haha he’s such a good guy in the soul, Katsuki~

Anon said:oh my god i absolutely adore your linearting. it’s so neat and smooth. i hope i can achieve that kind of smoothness one day

Thank you!!!!!! A good stabilizer setting and a lot of ctrl+z might help you in your endeavor, anon hahaha my linearting is more about the patience to erase a line sixty times than it is about skills lol

Anon said:yo! have you ever watched digimon or yugioh??

DIGIMON!!! YES!!!!! My first fandom ever!!!!! I was five when I got into it!!!!!! I’m behind with a couple of the movies, atm, but I still love it a whole damn lot!!!!

On the other hand all my knowledge about yugioh comes from when I watched it on tv as a kid and from my dash obsessed with it, so I can’t say I’m well versed in the topic haha

Anon said:YOUR SERO IS SO CUTE

THANK YOU!!!!!!

Anon said:AAAAAAA I CANT BELIEVE YOU MADE A CUTE COMIC THING FOR MY BAKUGOU ASK! omg ty :‘0 and yeah, i see how it could stand for king or katsuki! seems like something he’d do lol

IT WAS A GOOD INSPIRING ASK ANON thank you for the involuntary prompt!!!!

Anon said:A FULLY COLOURED COMIC!!??!? WOW GOOD JOB!!

THANKS!!! Sometimes it seems like I can actually manage to put together the patience for that sorta things too haha

Anon said:You know the bnha ending where all the characters are in this au fantasy world? I’ve been curious to know what type of mythical creature or fantasy being deku and kirishima are…? :/

Uhhhhh aren’t they just humans? Well, the fandom as a whole has decided that Kirishima’s probably the dragon, but I think the general, original concept was that most of them are just humans haha

Anon said:Kiri’s dragon tail looks fantastic!!! I love the way you colored it.

;O; thank you so much ohhhh boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:i literally l i v e for your kiribaku and bokuroteru art 😍😍😍

THANK YOU!!

Anon said:I came for the art, stayed for the wonderful person you seem to be, then scrolled down to fangirl over more art. Your art is a blessing and I hope you know how great you are! 🎉

Oh my gods thank you so much this is such a sweet message !!!! ;O;

Anon said:How do you usually find your inspiration?

Hmmmmmmmm what a question. I guess, through life? This sounds like such a bullshit answer haha but yeah, I found that the best way to keep your inspiration going is to live life and experience new things. Most of the ideas behind what I draw come from things I did myself or saw or said or heard and so on - talking to my friends and family inspires me, books inspire me, music inspires me, going out and looking at people/places inspires me, other people’s fanworks inspire me a whole damn lot too! As far as I’m concerned, inspiration is sort of everywhere - there’s days in which I’m more receptive to it, and days in which it flies right over my head and I sit there wondering where the hell it went, but in general as long as I’m living and doing things ideas in the end will come my way haha

Anon said:Hmm…If Bakugou wants to be the best at everything…would he be the best at playing the flute? :o

I wouldn’t say Bakugou wants to be the best at everything, it’s more like he wants to be the best at everything he’s interested in doing - so if he had any sort of interest in playing the flute, he sure as hell would make sure to be as good as he possibly can at it haha

Anon said:have u ever considered: tokoyami/tetsutetsu OR tokoyami/shinsou

You know, this is actually an interesting question because I’ve actually been asked about both these ships already? Are they actual ships that exist in this fandom? :O I can’t say I’ve ever thought about them - well, tokoshin does interest me in the sense that I’d really love to know if Shinsou’s quirk works on Dark Shadow, but that’s about it haha

Anon said:I really like what you said about trans Bakugou! Like…I know it’s canonically improbable but I still really like the idea of Izuku being trans, because that’d add another layer of adversity and self doubt he’d be facing while trying to become the top hero. So I think it’s neat when people acknowledge that something isn’t canon but still completely accept the headcanon of it. Love your work! Keep it up~

It’s why it’s called transformative work, after all!! If you want to keep as close to canon as you can then all the power to you, but once you start transforming the canon (shipping non-canon is included in it, of course), putting a limit on how much you can transform it would just be unfair! As long as we’re all on the same page about the fact that it’s not canon, and therefor no one can force the idea on anyone else, I don’t see a problem with it!

[trulycertain]

KOSH ADAAR/CASSANDRA

Frost: Kosh, Cassandra, scarf-knitting and UST. Just another day at the office.

Dark red: Kosh bakes for Cassandra.

Hesitation:  Cassandra notices it: sometimes there is a moment of hesitation before Kosh kisses her; a moment where he doesn’t quite pull her closer, his hand too gentle on her waist, his mouth too slow. Kosh, old scars and the perils of loving a human.

Cassandra and flower crowns

“I love you” - not said to me: Prompt drabble. Kosh Adaar, Cassandra and some accidental eavesdropping.

“Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That’s not supposed to be happening. That’s not right.”  Very short promptfic drabble.

Leaning: Kosh, Cassandra and stupid, stupid puns.

CROSSOVERS

Memory: Angst, AU. Prompted by this: “Oh maaan, the HoF finding the cure, marching off to find the Inquisitor. She doesn’t know about Alistair being left tho, so it’s all smiles and stuff and then, alright, enough chitchat where’s Alistair? Can you imagine the complete silence that follows. Cullen/Josie tryin’ to smooth things out maybe, Leliana bitting her lip…” Yvaine and Morgana… don’t meet in the best circumstances.

From the Underworld: The fix-it fic for Memory. Yvaine and Morgana mount a rescue mission to retrieve Alistair from the Fade. Angsty in places, disgustingly fluffy in others.

Wednesdays: Modern bookshop AU with Gal as Yvaine’s grumpy twin brother.

Selected Wednesdays: Crossover tying all the modern AU ficlets together and explaining a few gaps, spanning An Unquenchable Flame verse, Shield Raised ‘verse, Armour ‘verse and whatever the hell Kosh’s ‘verse is. Features Yvaine/Cullen, Gal/Dorian, Morgana/Alistair and Kosh/Cassandra. Days in the life at Yvaine’s bookshop.

“Gal, what do you mean you’re marrying my best friend? I didn’t even think you were dating.”  Same AU as Wednesdays. Gal, Yvaine and a really awkward conversation. Retconned as of Selected Wednesdays, where Yvaine found out about Gal/Dorian much earlier, because her and Dorian’s friendship was too good and I couldn’t do that to them.

“Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful.” Yvaine, Dorian, Gal, and embarrassing childhood photos.

Crossovers: Some actual, ridiculous crossovers between Dragon Age and other canons. Featuring princess!Morgana, angel!Dorian and superKosh. Yeah, really. I don’t know either.

Tru’s characters go and pep-talk everyone else’s characters: Just that, really. With apologies to nanahuatli, aphreal42, withthebreezesblown and fanfoolishness.

C O R O N A

F!Tabris/Alistair, Origins AU. After the queen is killed at Ostagar, Grey Wardens Anora Mac Tir and Kallian Tabris are left to seek the widowed king’s aid in stopping the Blight.

Based on this post by the-champion-of-the-citadel: “Dragon Age AU where everything is the same except Anora is the bastard heir and the Gray Warden following you, and Alistair is the monarch’s widower.”

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Irrevocable: An extra scene. Drabble for someone who prompted Kallian/Alistair, “things I wish you hadn’t said.” Tabris says something she shouldn’t have.

F!INQUISITOR/CULLEN DRABBLES

Slip of the Tongue (F!Lavellan/Cullen): In the heat of an argument, Cullen makes a surprising confession.

Fadewalking (F!Lavellan/Cullen):  The “Oops, I accidentally walked into your dreams and saw all your vulnerabilities and your screwed-up younger self, which is awkward because I barely know you, and I keep wandering through your memories, and now we’re bonding in the Fade but I can barely look at you in real life” AU. Part 1 | 2 | 3

MISC. DRAGON AGE DRABBLES

Masquerade (F!Lavellan x Alistair, post-Inquisition): Also known as “Tru reads As the World Falls Down and thinks too much.” A masquerade ball is held at the Fereldan palace to celebrate the closing of the Breach, and there Ellana Lavellan meets a mysterious stranger…

Love (M!Trevelyan x Dorian): It’s thrown about so much, that word, as if it’s just something simple and decorative. People have the sheer bloody arrogance to think that they know what it means. Dorian used to know, once. (This one’s not nearly as sad as it sounds.)

Compassion and Joy (F!Cousland x Alistair, post-Inquisition): Written for the prompt: “Imagine if King Alistair and the Queen reunite sometime in the future and Cole is there to hear their minds…I wonder how that would end up? I just wanna hear Cole speak about them haha pain aside”

Grace (Leliana x Marjolaine): Leliana and her lover, before betrayal and Blights. Pre-Origins, inspired by Leliana’s Song.

Innocence: Cullen, Amell and the demons of Kinloch Hold. Angst. Morgana is in this one if you squint.

Grounded (F!Brosca x Alistair): She runs her hands along walls and sometimes, when she’s sitting, she’ll lay her palms flat on the floor and close her eyes. It takes Alistair a long time to ask her why, and the answer surprises him. (Part of the Nat Brosca series.)

Rules (Bethany x Alistair): There are certain things she won’t let herself think about her commanding officer. Roughly 2k of Bethany/Alistair, trapped-in-a-storm and hurt/comfort for thinkdragonage.

Minted: A newly-crowned Alistair’s thoughts.

Rapport: Aveline finds out Cullen is leaving Kirkwall and has a word with him.

That time Cullen went on the Great British Bake-Off: Yes, it completely happened. Based on an excellent piece of fanart.

Happiness (Alistair x Warden): As a man Alistair looks back on his childhood, and wonders how the hell he got here.

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear (F!Amell x Alistair): More accidental love confessions. Solona eavesdrops, and receives a very pleasant surprise.

Truths (F!Cousland x Alistair): Those Who Wait ‘verse. Alistair overhears Patience talking to Fergus, and discovers something he probably shouldn’t have. Or shouldn’t have yet, anyway.

Snow-Dragons:  Liss Cousland and Fergus.

Constellations (F!Cousland x Alistair): More Liss. Longish drabble written for a prompt on the kink meme: Asexual!Warden is affected by something everyone figures is sex pollen. Turns out the problem can actually be solved by platonic intimacy, because curses are contrary and nonspecific that way.

Other Stories (F!Hawke x Varric): Things between Varric and Bianca have come to an end. Hawke wonders why, and the answer surprises her.

Introductions: For a prompt. Morrigan, Kieran and Alistair, trying to understand each other and the mess they’re in. Can stand in or out of Armour ‘verse due to vagueness.

“HA! Loser!” - Sayanee Amell and unsanctioned uses of Fade Step. Pre-Blight.

Doglords together (F!Hawke x Anders): Marian, Anders and a surprise pasty.

Rare and wonderful (F!Mage x Alistair): In which elf!Alistair gives a lonely, curious apprentice a rose.

A chess match:  Dorian and Cullen, older, happy and trashtalking.

VAS NORMANDY (John Shepard/Tali, Mass Effect 1 - 2)

Vas Normandy: John, Tali and trying to deal with difficult fathers.

Ad astra per aspera ("To the stars, through difficulties”): Promptfic. A skinny kid in the Tenth Street Reds called John, and becoming Shepard. 

EVA SHEPARD (F!Shepard/Kaidan, Mass Effect 1 - 3):

Encore: Shepard and the Lazarus Project.

counting steps: Predictions and outcomes. Introspection, angst.

Drafts: Beginning of ME2. In an unsent message, Kaidan mourns.

[cottoncharms]

self ship prompt questions list number one warnings: none! this is totally sfw and wholesome. if you guys want me to make a 😳 version, lemme know. also, when u drop one, pls say the list number and question number(s)!!! ty (: go crazy w this one. also, remember to get an anon name ! get masterlist <3

where was your first date? study dates.

who normally plans the dates? me. (but i always take Shirabu’s inputs for the date.)

what type of dates would you two mostly go on? do you guys have a “date spot” ?

what kind of date do you think the both of you would enjoy together the most? why?

how do you think your friends would feel about them being your bf/gf/partner?

how do you think their friends would feel about you?

who would most likely help the other study when they’re struggling in a class?

how would you know them? ( ex: same homeroom, same route to school, etc.)

what do you think your first impression of them would be?

what do you think their first impression of you would be?

who’s more awkward in the relationship?

who initiates verbal affection more?

who initiates physical affection more?

who gets more embarrassed by verbal affection?

who gets more embarrassed by physical affection?

how well do you think your music tastes would mix? would they like the music you listen to? would you like the music they listen to?

who is the one more likely to keep the other in check? ( ex: keeping up with studies, making sure the other isn’t skipping class, etc.)

how similar are your personalities?

how compatible are your mbti’s?

how compatible are your zodiac signs?

who would be the tattoo artist and who would be the florist?

how big the height difference?

how would you describe your first kiss?

would you confess first, or would they? how would it of gone?

do you think they’d be good at your love language?

what do you think their love language is, and do you think you’d be good at it?

why do you think they fell for you?

why do you think you’d fall for them?

are there any songs that remind you of your self ship?

are there any cliché tropes that apply to your selfship?

who would prefer cooking? cleaning? baking? none of the above?

who takes really aesthetic, elegant photos of the other?

who takes very unexpected, unflattering photos of the other?

how would your (future?) careers work together? would your schedules clash, or sync well?

who would suck at games?

who would let the other win at games?

who is more messy?

who would propose? would either of you want marriage in the future?

where would your dream vacation be with your selfship? what would you guys do?

what are traits you have that would annoy/upset them?

what are traits they have that would annoy/upset you?

how often would you guys probably fight? what would they normally be about? would they be big or small?

who would probably get sick more often? who would baby the other when sick? who acts like they’re dying when they get a stuffy nose?

who has the worst patience? does the other balance this out?

which one suggests trips to stores at 3am?

who is a morning person? who is a night person?

out of the two of you, who would be the one to kill / get rid of the spider?

who reminds the other of things? ( ex: appointments, tests, etc.)

what is the pace of the relationship? ( ex: started dating after a few weeks, takes months/years, act couple like right off the bat, need time, etc?)

who said the first “ i love you”? was it immediately reciprocated, or did the other person wait?