#very much polar bear childs

[bearotonin-international]

Child polar bears perhaps?

[suiana]

(yandere! polar bear hybrid x gn! reader) (CW: slight gore description/murder description)

if it's brown, lay down.

if it's black, fight back.

and if it's white, say goodnight.

especially if it's a male hybrid who developed an infatuation with you.

"shit shit shit! get away!"

you scream at the polar bear hybrid, running away as fast as you can. your lungs burn, chest heaving as you hear the male hybrid chase after you.

you were a researcher sent to antarctica to research about the wild life and how they coped with climate change. you saw arctic foxes, penguins, seals, all of which you were ecstatic to see. they eere just the cutest after all!

unfortunately, you had also garnered the attention of a polar bear hybrid.

you knew that polar bears were carnivores. you knew that it was dangerous. but you were curious about him, especially because he looked friendly. you should've turned your back on him and ran away when you had the chance.

you first met him a few months back when you were observing some seal hybrids that came up to land to bounce about. he was standing a few feet away from you, your eyes wide as you felt your heart freeze up.

you had thought you were going to die that day. after all, meeting a polar bear was not a coincidence. not with their keen sense of smell and their history with hunting humans down.

but you saw him outstretch his hands towards you, holding a fish as his cheeks flush red, trying to communicate with you with random sounds.

"for me?"

"n...ngh..."

he nods his head, trying to nudge the fish towards you. you were hesitant to accept, but you eventually did. which led to you two talking often, growing closer and closer by the day.

you had taught him english, basic english at the very least so you two could communicate. he was eager to learn, listening intently. and in return, he taught you about himself and his way of life. much was gained from your exchanges with one another.

you found him endearing with how he always chirped and repeated your words, english rolling off his tongue with a heavy accent. you thought it was cute for him to call you 'his' and for him to say he loved you.

rightn he was just testing out new words! perhaps he found it interesting to say and repeat like a newborn child! that's normal, isn't it?

"love... love. mine."

"yeah, you love me, don't you?"

you tease, bumping his shoulder as you teach him a few new phrases, not noticing the faint blush he always had on his ethereal features. he probably meant it in a joking or friendly manner after all.

little did you know, he was not joking when he constantly told you he that he loved you.

nor did you remember that he was still a hunter at heart.

"a-ah!"

screams of pain awoke you from your deep slumber that fateful night. you immediately sit up in your bed, looking around before quickly wearing your thick coat and venturing out of the research base. what was that shouting? did your fellow researchers see something crazy?

well, you definitely did.

and it was a horrific sight. the sight of your polar bear friend ripping one of your researchers to shreds, scarlet blood staining his skin as he rips the poor guy to pieces. that's not even the worst part, for you saw two of your other team members laying not too far from the polar bear hybrid, bodies unoving and mangled beyong recognition.

you instinctively let out a scream at the sight, eyes widening as you bolt out of the base. your heart thumped loudly with each step you took, tears brimming at your eyes as you hear the polar bear hybrid chasing after you.

was he hungry? did he finally decide that he was going to kill you?

no, it was a fate far worse than that. and you finally realized that as the weight of what he called you hits you hard.

"mate! no run!"

he shouts at you, chasing after you on all fours as you run away as fast as your human body would allow you to. adrenaline ran through your body as you did your best to escape nature's natural hunter. but it wasn't enough.

"shit shit shit! get away from me!"

you shout, whimpering as you trip on your laces, falling face forward into the cold snow. you immediately try getting back up to run away. but by the time you pushed yourself up, the hybrid was already standing over you, eyes filled with an expression you wished would not exist.

obsession.

"mate... mate... scared? no need scared... no hurt mate."

he mumbles gently, face softening as he bends down beside you to rub your cheek reasuringly. but it was hard to be reassured with how his mouth and body was stained with your team members blood.

"n-no don't touch me! you're going to kill me too aren't you?!"

you shout, shivering as you try backing away from him. your words cause the hybrid to pause, his sharp eyes narrowing at you as his grip on your face tightens ever so slightly.

"said... won't hurt mate. no scared."

he mumbles, staring at you before pressing his forehead against yours.

"only get rid of trash."

he sighs happily, looking at you with adoring eyes before rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

trash?

your heart stopped at his words, realization settling in. shit, so he wasn't lying when he said he loved you, nor when he was saying he only wanted you to himself.

you could've prevented this.

you.

could've.

prevented.

this.

guilt seeps into your veins, tears finally rolling down your cheeks as you let the polar bear hybrid cradle your body in his arms.

"no... you didn't have to kill them-"

you sob, weakly wiping away your tears as the male tilts his head at you. confused, he doesn't understand why you eere crying or why you wished for him to not killyour teammates. why was his mate so sad? he should probably cheer you up!

"mate no cry... why? was... going to eat them since start. was watching you since the start. hate the way you always go back to... them. mate is mine since then. since mate... take offering."

the male hybrid says in an attempt to reassure you. but obviously, it did the opposite of just that.

oh. so he really was watching you since the beginning. that offering with the fish wasn't just him being curious. did he fall for you at first sight? shit, you knew you should've just ran away at the sight of him!

"the fish was an offering?"

"yes. offering for mate."

he nods his head, smiling slightly as he reminisces his first actual meeting with you. after all, he had been observing you for quite a bit before that. he just finally got the courage to meet you that day! and you accepted! unknowingly of course.

you look away from the hybrid, shaking slightly as some of the guilt leaves your system. ah, so maybe this wasn't fully your failt. you couldn't have predicted that it was actually an offering, could you?

"bring mate home now. mate tired."

the polar bear hybrid hums, goving you a bloody smile as he stands back up, cradling you in his arms. but you start flailing about, squirming as fear enters your mind. wait what? home? were you getting kidnapped by him?

the male says nothing for a bit continuing to walk back in the direction of his home. but as you continue to struggle and shout at him to be let go, his patience grows thin and he looks down at you with a warning look.

"stop moving."

he grumbles, glaring at you as he grips you tightly. blood drips down onto your face as he talks, your eyes widening in fear before you quietly obey not wanting to upset him.

no, you were just reminded of how brutal he could be. and you didn't want to be at the end of his anger. not at all.

the both of you remain quiet for a bit, the only sounds being heard were the sounds of his feet coming into contact with the snow with every step he took. thatw as until he broke the silence.

"love mate. mate so precious."

the hybrid mumbles, looking down at you with a longing expression before he sighs softly.

"mate mine now. all mine."

he giggles, cradling you closer to him before stopping in front of an igloo looking thing. was this his home? you weren't sure, but seeing as he was staring at it, it most likely is.

"temporary home. will build mate nicer house soon."

he mutters, placing you down on a makeshift bed made using... what looked like seal and fox fur.

you sit uncomfortably on the fur, not moving as the hybrid sits down beside you, holding you close to him. silence fills the air as he looks at you fondly, not saying anything at all.

he leans his head against you, rubbing your hand affectionately before sighing again.

"love forever. only us."

he mutters before pressing a blood stained kiss onto the back of your hand. you could only stare quietly, unsure of what to say. on one hand, you didn't love him. i mean he's not even fully human! but on the other hand... you didn't want to trigger his anger by trying to escape or refuse him.

oh well, you guess this is your new life now.

[i-cant-sing]

Okay okay, I have another idea-

Yandere dad Nanami x Nanami reader

I've made yall see the menace Fushiguro reader who we all love and adore, but let's talk about Nanami's daughter who is an absolute angel and polar opposite to Fushiguro reader.

Child reader is just the most well behaved kid, listens to her father always, and since Nanami is raising her, she's also going to be very good in her studies because papa Nanami is a very good teacher. I mean, reader is definitely on top of her class and has a whole wall dedicated to her awards and medals. She just has to show off her math skills when she plays cafe (because obv she's gonna be a baker who bakes fresh bread daily for Nanami to buy and make sandwiches) and uses Monopoly money.

And when I say reader is polite, that is the understatement of the history. She just cannot bear to offend anyone! She has to put "-san" with everyone's name and has to address them correctly. "Yuji-san! Megumi-San!" And "pervert-San!" Which is Gojo, because of course Nanami has told her to beware of him and only address him as "pervert-san".

"But my name's Gojo!" He tells you, but you're so distressed because dad told you to call the white haired man wearing a blindfold/glasses "pervert-san" and it'd be rude to address him as anything else!

And Nanami adores his kid so much. She's such a perfect child, never breaks rules (don't talk to strangers or Pervert san.) and is such a goody-goody. He is a present father, he makes time for you. The Jujutsu sorcerers can wait, the world can be saved by someone else, but he needs to attend your school play at all costs. And even when hes not around for the day, he has raised you to be a very responsible child- like you even go get the groceries on your own when dad is late! (Like that Japanese show in which they send kids to shop on their own)

But of course, there are times when he needs to be away for longer periods, so he needs to hire a babysitter. His top choices: Shoko(although hes a little hesitant since you have a morbid curiosity learning and Shoko would happily let you accompany her to the morgue), Yuta, Maki, Megumi + Yuji + Nobara.

Who is NEVER allowed to babysit you? Gojo.

Gojo babysits anyway. (He fr steals you from Megumi trio)

And Nanami just comes home to Gojo and reader eating takeout and he's just like "Y/n, how could you let Pervert san in your home and eat with him?" And reader's just on the brink of tears and is trying to defend herself "b-but you said to be polite to guests! And Pervert-san bought food for me. Wouldn't it be rude to not share it with him?" *reader's teary eyes* and then Gojo is like "you'd rather let your child starve? Can't you see how tiny she already is?!" *Gojo's teary eyes* and Nanami pops a vein "it's not cute when you do it!"And then kicks Gojo out of the house.

Even though reader can dress herself up appropriately, she still has to have her hair done by Nanami, no matter what age. At some point, reader probably realises that it's something Nanami needs more than she does. It's a tradition, you think, but it's actually a coping mechanism for Nanami to deal with the fact that you're "growing up" and don't ask him to watch cartoons with you or read you bedtime stories anymore🥺

And Sukuna??? He takes one look at you and he's already decided he's gonna be mean to you, but then the more time you spend with him and Yuji, the more he realises.... its just not worth being mean to the only person who is so sweet to him and actually greets and talks to him like he's an individual person and not just a parasite inside Yuji's skin. Like reader just goes "Sukuna-san! I'm painting Yuji-san's nails but he can't pick a color. Will you help?" And he's like "Alright, fuck it I'm taking this brat with me when I comit mass murder. She's safe."

I feel like Nanami will allow reader to have a fairly normal childhood, so he keeps his yandere tendencies at a bay. It's when you start growing up and as he says "the others try to taint you with momentary pleasures" that his yandereness begins to show. Honestly, it's just more of his protective tendencies coming to light than anything else. He thinks people don't have your best interests in and sometimes he's right, but how else will you learn if you don't experience it?

Also, if you do end up having cursed energy and the ability to see curses, I think that's when Nanami starts spiralling down. He does not want you to become a Jujutsu sorcerer, he wants you far far away from the Jujutsu world completely. He can't- he can't allow what happened to Haibrara happen to you. He can't allow your innocence and naivety to be tainted by the horrendous world of curses. He'd rather risk you hating him forever as he locks you away than allow you to put your life at risk for others.

You are his priority. Your safety is his priority. You'll understand in due time why he did what he did, so while his heart does break hearing you cry and beg to be let out of your room, he doesn't regret putting you in there one bit.

Nanami sighs as he continues prepping your dinner. Guess he'll have to add some crushed sleeping pills so that you don't get sick from crying your bodyweight out (or more like he can't bear to see you in such a pitiful state.)

God save the poor souls who do end up kidnapping you.

[roriaa]

When Sun and Moon meet - S1

Zuko x Fem!WaterBender!Reader Enemies to Lovers

As one of the Princesses of the Northern Water tribe, you were blessed with a gift by the moon. However you were permitted to be allowed to use the gift at all costs. From many hidden waterbending usages, the aftermath of the avatar visiting the Northern Tribe had led to your beginning journey, hiding yourself as a water bender as a princess from the Northern water tribe

Warnings: None

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҉ * ‧͙ ⋆ ⁺ ༓ ☾ Prologue

“We announce the birth of a healthy girl…Princess Y/N!” Chief Arnook announced as the crowd cheered for their new princes alongside Yue. What the crowd didn't know was the difficulties of even keeping her a healthy princess. Once the baby was born, she couldn't stop wailing and crying. It was like every bone of her body was in pain. All the medical help didn't do anything, they didnt know why the Chief’s daughter was in so much pain. Yagoda suggests going to the Spirit Oasis, it's their only chance. Chief Arnook sweats as well as his wife, as if they're bound to be unlucky for every life they give. The royal parents of this princess used the same technique as they did with their previous daughter. Dipping her in the Spirit Oasis while praying for her life to the moon spirit, the color of the girl's hair turned from brown to a graceful white. Silent cheers and cries as they held their newest child close to them, happy the moon spirit gave another one of their daughters a second chance.

“Stop touching the edge of your coat” My mother instructed as she pulled my hand from the cuffs. I whined but one stern look from my mother stopped me. I huffed as I stood up straight leaning more so to my sister, Yue who took my hand graciously. In books and stories becoming a princess sounds like a dream. You have money, attention and you could do whatever you want. Everything is accurate except the last one, I couldn't do everything I wanted. I had to be restrained to the guards and my parents eye, even Yue doesnt get this treatment as much as I do. However I forgot to mention how I even got into strict confinement in the first place. “What are you doing?” My father grabbed my hand making the water orb splash at both of our feet. “She's a water bender…” My mom whispered as my dad's eyes widened. “Y/N…” He spoke softly as he held both of my shoulders in a kindly manner. “Do not water bend, it's not allowed for people like you”. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him confused. He sighed as he took my hand. “Y/N, where we live only men are allowed to use waterbending, that's their job…to protect” My father shows me to the boys training their bending. “Especially people like you and your sister, you're both very important to this nation”. I didn't listen, it's not like I didn't understand what he was saying, I just didnt understand why it had to be like this. I zoned off as I saw the male benders. Envying that they can use their gift while I couldn't use mine. I snapped out of my zoned out space with a little pinch given by my sister. I flinched lightly as she slightly giggled earning a hush from our mother. I don't understand us needing to come to these royalty meetings, neither Yue and I are close to 16. Well she is closer to 16 by what? 6 years? That's still a whole 6 years till 16! I'm only younger than Yue by a year, however people treat me like a polar bear dog, cooing at me constantly for doing the littlest task while Yue gets treated so much more maturely. Some might say I have it easier but honestly I just feel dumb. Once the meeting ended we respectfully bowed and got up following our father. I held back my yawn as I saw the now night sky, looking how beautiful the moon is. ҉ ☾ I woke up in the middle of the night, groaning as I looked at the moon. I brush through my tangled hair with my hand while walking outside near the river. Is anyone there? I internally thought as I scavenged the area to see if there were any witnesses. I double checked and took a deep breath. Opening my eyes I hold the water orb, feeling the calming air around me. “You're going to get caught if you keep doing that”. I yelped and dropped my water orb. I turn around immediately with widened eyes meeting Yue. “Oh Yue” I sigh in relief as she glared at me. “You could've gotten caught by the guards and gotten in more trouble then you already have”. I sigh in understanding but also in annoyance. This isn't the first time I have snuck out to try out waterbending. Some days I have been caught but some days I haven't. “I'm going back to bed” I sigh with my head down “Are you?” “Yes, I am” Yue giggled as she patted me on the back. “I believe you can use it one day Y/N, I really you” She whispered sweetly as I nodded. “Thank you”

Next ->

a/n: This is my first fic im starting and im getting brainrott from avatar :) im still learning how to write so if there is any suggestions please share. Im like half asleep while writing this authors note so I know it wont make any sense when I wake up lmao Also feel free to tell me if you want to be added in the taglist!

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[metalomagnetic]

Hi Metalo!

Have you ever thought about potential patronus animals for the Black family? If so, what kind of animals would fit in your opinion?

As always, your questions make me think a lot. This one is sooo difficult!

Ok, so this might be unpopular but I feel Bella would be a lioness. She is a figure of strength, is territorial, she works hard, perfect hunter that takes down prey twice her size, devoted mother (to her child or to her little sisters) teaching her youngster skills they need to survive, and protecting them so fiercely.

Narcissa is a spider queen. Spiders also have *remarkable* maternal instincts, more developed than in many other species of the earth. Spiders can be aggressive, but also quite peaceful, depending on circumstances. She weaves a beautiful home, but that can also turn into a trap. She isn't showy in her strength, prefers to lure her target into her web, where she can deliver that final, venomous bite to an unsuspecting target that dared trespass against her.

Andromeda is a fox. Cunning, agile and highly adaptable. not overly aggressive, preferring to live their life in stealth mode.

Regulus is a coyote. Almost like a dog, only much shier than a dog, and more cautious. However, when push comes to shove, coyotes are quite territorial and willing to die for what is theirs.

Sirius, obviously, is perfect as a dog. (And I also used him to give Regulus and Andromeda similar patronus forms, from a canidae family, since they are related and one would assume they share traits.)

Ok, so these are the only ones we know from canon, or at least we know something about them that allowed me to try to guess their patronus.

Now, for my head-canon about the rest of the Black family and their personalities, which I depict in 'It runs'.

Waburga is a polar bear. Polar bears are aways striving for the highest possible standards. They are fierce, and they are obsessed with their children. They protect their cubs with their lives, but they also expect their cubs to behave and fall in line. It's a tough life out there, so a polar bear mother needs to teach her youngsters to be ruthless. They love their children, but can be a bit rough in handling them. They can also be very gentle with their cubs, when there's no 'emergency' situation going on. Polar bears are strong, fearless but so lonely. Something about Walburga ending up alone, defined by solitude in her last years, reminds me of a polar bear wandering alone in a harsh, cold environment (Grimmauld, cough cough). Polar bear mamas are also one of the few animals species that become depressed, distressed and vulnerable when they lose a child. They can even stop hunting after such a loss, and waste away.

Orion in 'It runs' is an eagle. Fearless, confident, quite arrogant. Extremely territorial. An eagle will never surrender, regardless of the size or strength of its opponent. It will do anything to regain its territory and it will always defend its nest. Eagles are quite paternal, like most raptors. An eagle father will bring sticks to the nest, and will bring food to the young. When babies fall from nest, a father often dives to catch them on their wings. However, an eagle father also picks favourites, and there's a food hierarchy going on, often choosing to give more food to one baby, encouraging sibling rivalry, which is apparently important for the development of a raptor. Eagle males do form a pair bond with a single female, however, if the female isn't available in mating season, he will find another one.

Cygnus would be a tiger. Not the most paternal, but a fierce predator. They're also one of the few brave enough to get into fights with bears. Tigers and dogs are amongst the few that will look at a bear and go 'yeah, I can take that' (hence why Cygnus and Sirius are the only ones mad enough to get into fights with Walburga). Also, he's a tiger mostly because I want Bella to take after her dad, the only big cats in their immediate family.

Alphard is a lone wolf, to keep up with many of the Blacks having canine counterparts. He's majestic, he's fierce, too, he loves a pack, but at some point he got into too many fights with the leaders of his pack and took off on his own, though at night sometimes he cries to the moon, missing them.

Arcturus is a hawk. Similar to his son, but a tad less fierce. Just a tad.

Sirius the old was a sphinx. He's a special badass, and the world sees him as this almost mythological creature. He has the body of a land apex predator, like many of his descendants (lion, like Bella), but he also has the wings of an eagle (like Orion). He's enigmatic, merciless, and has a gaze that will see straight into your soul. He knows everything that goes on, everywhere. A sphinx represents royalty and sacred status, which is how he views his family (and himself).

This was so much fun. I really like how they turned out, and I love that in this family of vertebrates, Narcissa is the only invertebrate (since she's always the outliner with her blonde hair). She's no less lethal, no less impressive, but she's a tad different from the rest.

I hope you liked it! ❤️

[autumnmobile12]

Kay, so at 10 pages and counting, What Happened On Friday is turning out to be my longest comic yet, so here's the first page as a teaser.

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Originally, I wasn't going to have so many books on the shelf because they're really tedious to draw and I don't think Touya's a book guy. (And I fully admit I gave up on drawing in titles.)

But two things:

He teaches piano in Ambush Simulation, and in spite of being a reluctant, whiny bitch about it, he is oddly committed to that role. So most of it is music-related.

He is also frequently hospitalized and there's only so much scrolling on your phone and reading random pamphlets you can do in a hospital. So he's gotta entertain himself somehow.

Also on the shelf, you can see the Four Wise Monkeys and the polar bear plushie mentioned in Ambush Simulation.

Also, did anyone spot the cameo character?

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Touya didn’t answer and in an attempt to avoid his eye, Shouto found himself looking into his brother’s room.  It was an ordinary room, although he wasn’t sure what else he’d expected.  Touya kept a cluttered desk, mostly covered in binders that read things like Lesson Plans, Accounts, Schedules, and the limited shelf space contained mostly books.  From the door, Shouto could make out a few of the larger print titles:  Mozart, His Life and Times; Beginner’s Guide to Teaching; Takemitsu, The Great Composer; A Baroque Study; The Works of Nakada Yoshinao; Piano, Start with C; Psychology of Learning.  He really was dedicated to doing a good job, he thought.  Even if he hadn’t wanted to teach in the first place.  Shouto let his eyes drift over the rest of the shelves.  There was also a carved set of the Three Wise Monkeys, only the set included a fourth monkey.  On a higher shelf stood the figurine of a Pro-Hero he didn’t recognize.  Her costume was a blue and black dress that billowed in a frozen wind while she wielded fire in both hands.  And on the very top shelf, wedged in the back where it was hard to see, he saw a child’s old polar bear plushie.

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Full comic soon!

[idkfitememate]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a polar bear 🐻‍❄️ anon? Like reader could be just chilling in shnezyha with the Fatui and come and go as they please, but they’re enjoying being a polar bear and just snooze anywhere and everywhere, eating a fish on the floor? No, let’s eat right next to Singora’s coffin R.I.P. if not that’s ok, thx for reading!!!!

Harbingers Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Polar Bear Reader x Harbingers

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 447

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, there is a penguin corpse tho

No one really knew what to do.

They all stared at the random ass polar bear that wondered into the room, in the middle of Signora’s funeral.

It was honestly baffling, and all Pierro could think about was how a few Fatui were going to get…. Let’s say fired, later.

“… What do we do..?” Childe questioned. He was - ironically- the closest to the bear and even he didn’t really feel like fighting it. As much as he and Signora “totally got along”, it would still feel mildly disrespectful to start going at it with a bear in the middle of her literal funeral.

“… I wish to take it back to my labs.” Dottore suddenly suggested, and immediately Pantalone was on his ass about it.

“Why? Whatever could you need a polar bear for?? It’s a waist if you ask me..” His disappointment was clear as day, despite the sterna smile etched into his face.

“Perhaps I could enhance its strength? Create a brand new type of creature to protect us.~” Dottore mused, his grin widening.

All conversation was halted however when a giggle rang out. Heads turned to see you gently playing with Columbina.

Your paws firmly planted on the ground as you nuzzled a blood-soaked-face into hers as you nipped at her ears.

She then took out a very dead penguin from under her coat and threw it at you, you catching it in your mouth and bending down to chow down.

You looked up after ripping a wing off the bird, offering it to her.

“Oh no, I’m alright for now my dear. Oh! But do save the large intestines. I may get hungry later, hehe!~”

Everyone stared at her as she conversed with you, a simple nod showing you understood before going back to ravaging and defiling the corpse beneath you.

“… What?” She asked now that all eyes were on her.

“… I suppose none of us were expecting you to have such an animal as a… pet..?” Capitano said, only to receive a giggle from the shorter girl.

“Oh they are no pet, simply a friend I made during a walk once.” She answered.

You lifted your head and nodded.

“Well did they have to attend?” Pierro asked, annoyance in his tone.

“Ah, I have no control ever where they go, though they have shown to have a respect for all of us.~” Giggles escaped her lips as she spoke, finding the faces of her fellow Harbingers amusing.

Pierro only sighed before continuing to speak. The funeral now continued without a hitch, even as you ate behind Columbina.

… Would the Tsaritsa ever consider making an animal a Harbinger…?

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Polar Bear!Creator after revealing they can control the elements: 🐻‍❄️

The Harbingers: One of us, one of us, one of us, one of us, ONE OF US, ONE OF US, ONE OF US, ONE OF US-

The Tsaritsa: 😐 Fine

And don’t worry I love your idea!! Never be afraid to share my dear ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚ (also, do you want to be an anon? It’s a bit unclear-)

[hierophantmeme]

Group Hug

Corazón x Adoptive Parent!Reader

(ft. the younger versions of Law, Shachi, Penguin, & Bepo)

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Summary: You and Rosi had pretty much adopted Law at this point. Taking care of one teenager was already a challenge, but could you take care of three more alongside your loving boyfriend?

Content Contains: 1 use of y/n, "M(x)" just means you can change it to Mr, Mrs, keep it as Mx, or whatever you want. SFW, fluff, gender neutral.

You still couldn’t believe the events that transpired only months ago and how lucky you were at this very moment. Somehow, you gained a loving boyfriend and several children in a short span of time. Granted, they weren’t your biological kids but you loved them as if they were. You were used to taking care of kids back when you, Rosi, and Law were part of Doffy’s crew, so it wasn’t as scary as it should’ve been. It was also a lot more enjoyable now that you didn’t have your partner’s evil brother breathing down your neck. 

On top of that, you no longer had to fear losing either of them. 

Law could’ve succumbed to his fatal disease if Rosinante hadn’t been successful in stealing the Op-Op fruit. Likewise, Doflamingo would’ve killed his own flesh and blood if you hadn’t been there to stop him. You never believed in miracles until now. It’s not a perfect situation by any means since the three of you had to go into hiding and now have the looming fear that Doffy or the Marines might find you three one day, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter if you all had to live in a cave or wear ridiculous outfits to conceal your identities. What mattered was that they were still alive and that they were by your side.

After you were fortunate enough to escape the snowy Minion Island, you and your boys made it to its adjacent (and just as snowy) Swallow Island where you found an abandoned, rickety old house to live in. One day, Law brought two slightly older kids and a young polar bear to the house. 

“Welcome back Law! You must be freezing and you’re just in time for dinner!” You look behind him to see three unfamiliar faces. “Oh, are those your new friends?” 

“Um, yeah I guess. These two said they’re hungry,” he points to the two kids, “and this one said he’s looking for his brother,” he points to the bear child. 

“Goodness, what happened to you poor things?” You inspect the boys and the furry little one to find them covered in scrapes and bruises.

“These two idiots were picking on him. His name is Bepo.” The young bear timidly waves at you. “They tried to do the same to me but I taught ‘em a lesson,” he says with a mischievous smirk. The older boys take a step back.

“As your parental figure, I know I should be telling you that violence is not the answer, but I suppose this is an exception.” You then turn to the two frightened kids. “What are your names?”

“I’m Penguin, and he’s Shachi.”

“Now, Penguin and Shachi, what were you doing beating up an innocent and cute little bear?” you scold them as you pet the top of Bepo’s head.

“Well, he’s a Mink and we’ve heard about how vicious they are,” explains Shachi.

“Yeah, we were scared,” agrees Penguin.

“Well, did he bear his claws and fangs at you?”

They shake their head.

“Or maybe he threatened to rip you to shreds?”

They shake their head yet again.

“Then what were you two knuckleheads so afraid of, huh?”

They look at each other and shrug. You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh.

“Listen, I know it’s easy to believe what other people say about those who look different than us. Especially if you believe they’re trying to keep you safe. Look, I’ll admit, I’ve never met a Mink before either, but I’m going to judge people by how they treat me, not by some baseless rumor some idiot made up. But let’s say that there really was even just one bad Mink out there in the world. That doesn’t mean that every single one is gonna be like that. Understood?”

“Yes, M(x).” They reply simultaneously.

“Good. Now, apologize to Bepo and I’ll fix ya up a plate.”

—------------

As you set up the table for dinner, Law tends to the others’ wounds. The four seem to be getting along now and you can’t help but feel happy that your boy has made some friends this soon. Back when you were a Donquixote Pirate, you knew Law talked to Buffalo and Baby 5 but that he never truly thought of them as friends. They were more like coworkers to him, plus he told you that he had the slightest feeling that they might rat him out to Doffy for stabbing Cora. Needless to say, everyone in that crew was always in survival mode and suspicious of each other, but here in your broken-down but cozy little home, there was no need to feel that way. 

Once each of the hungry boys had a meal in front of them, you stepped out the back door to call your boyfriend in for dinner. He was working on building an extra bedroom for Law. “Rosi! Take a break will ya? Dinner’s ready and there’s some guests I’d like you to meet.”

“I’ll be right there, love. Just gotta finish up one more th-” He took a tumble before he could even finish his sentence, as per usual, and managed to break right through one of the walls he was working on. Even though this was a common occurrence, you always freaked out and ran towards him to make sure he was all right. 

“Honey, are you okay?” You ask as you take out a rag from your apron. You fill it with snow, tie it up, and hand it to him to place on his head. 

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve got the most gorgeous person in the world to call my sweetheart.” He flashes his signature goofy smile.

“Shut up, you know I’m talking about your head, silly.” You smile back. “Looks like you’re finishing earlier than you planned. C’mon, let’s get you inside.”

Once the two of you were inside your house, you took his feathery coat off and set it on the couch. Rosi turns to look at a table full of hungry children eating like there’s no tomorrow. “Oh, did you make some new friends, Law?” he says with a grin beginning to grow on his face.

“Um, well, they’re technically not my friends, but I found them when I was playing outside. They said they were hungry so I thought I would help them out and-” Law is interrupted by a pair of large hands squishing his cheeks.

“Oh, Law! I’m so happy for you! You’re so nice for helping them out. I’m so proud of you!” Rosi bursts with excitement. He walks towards Law and squishes his face.

“Shtop it Co-wa yow embawassing me,” the poor boy tries to let out.

“Sorry, kid,” he apologizes with a big blush across his face.

“You call your dad by his name?” asks Penguin.

“Actually, that’s his nickname. Also he’s not my dad,” replies Law.

“Wait so then-” Shachi begins to ask.

“No, (Y/N) isn’t my parent either. They’re both like my guardians I guess but even then that’s misleading cause I can take care of myself. They saved my life so I stick around cause I owe them one. And at this point I’m keeping an eye on them more than they need to on me,” explains Law as Rosi’s cigarette somehow lights his shirt on fire and you run to stop a boiling pot from spilling any more soup on the stove. “See? Case in point.”

As soon as you turn off the stove, you help Rosinante put out the fire on his shoulders. It’s a situation you know all too well so you’ve gotten super fast at clearing it up quickly to the point where there’s surprisingly no damage to his clothes, skin, or hair. You both turn to the young boys and apologize while smiling sheepishly. 

After you clean up the stove, you begin to serve your boyfriend his soup. He thanks you and reaches down to give you a quick peck on your lips before sitting down at the dinner table. As you’re serving yourself your own food, you can’t help but still feel bad for Law. 

Neither you nor Rosi ever pressured him to think of you two as his parents. The both of you knew that you could never replace them since if it wasn’t for the damned World Government, they would still be here. That’s also part of the reason Rosi didn’t return to the Marines. He couldn’t do so anyway because he technically committed treason but the bigger reason was because he found out about how they were ordered to massacre Law’s hometown of Flevance. The big, gentle goofball with the biggest heart in the world couldn’t bear to be associated with such monsters anymore. 

Yet, you couldn’t help but hope that one day, he would think of you and Rosi as second parents. You wanted Law to know that he would always have a home in the two of you. That he would never have to worry about being alone or worry about not having anyone to protect him if he needed to. You would wait as long as you needed to for that of course, and in the meantime, all you could do was give him the love that he deserved. 

—--------

“Well, that definitely beats the stale bread we dig out of the dumpster behind the bakery,” exclaims Penguin while patting his tummy.

“Hell, yeah! Man, I’m stuffed,” Shachi agrees.

Bepo catches your attention to give his thanks. “I had eaten the last of my food for my trip so I thought I was going to have to resort to stealing some food. I really appreciate it M(x)... uh…”

“Corazon. You can call me M(x). Corazon. It’s the nickname his stupid brother gave him but we can’t use his real last name or mine because it could attract unwanted attention. It’s a pretty long story,” you explain.

Rosi chimes in to attempt to change the subject. “So, I know Bepo is here on his own, but what about you boys? Do you have parents? Or a home?”

They look at each other and then lower their heads in shame. “No,” they say simultaneously.

You and Rosi make eye contact. “Would you give us a second? We’ll be right back.” He reaches for your hand and you get up. You follow him to your shared room. He uses his calm-calm fruit powers to put a silent barrier around you in case the boys decided to eavesdrop.

“You’re thinking about taking them in, too, right?” you ask.

Rosi nods, “Yeah, but only if you and Law are on board with it.”

“Why wouldn’t I be on board. I’d hate to just leave them on their own. Granted we need to ask them if they even want to stay with us and check if Law is comfortable with it. And knowing you, even if it doesn’t work out, I know you’ll do whatever it takes to find them a nice home.” You stand on the ginormous bed the two of you share to make up for the height difference. “That’s what I love about you so much. You’re always so kind and caring, mi corazón.” You wrap your arms around his neck and look up at him. “But I’m scared. If Law is okay with it and they allow us to take care of them, what if I mess up? Taking care of one teenager is enjoyable but hard enough, what if I can’t handle three more?” You press your face against his chest and he holds his arms around your waist. 

“It’ll be okay, darling. I’ll be right beside you every step of the way. You’re always there for my clumsy ass; you know I’ll always be there for you no matter what. Besides, you’re such a great “kind-of” parent to Law, and I know you’ll do great with these new kiddos. Just promise me that you won’t forget that you’re not alone because we’re in this together.” He gives you a gentle kiss on your lips. What did you do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend? At the same time, Rosinante wonders what he did to deserve you.

“Do you think that we should tell them first about who we were?” You look up at Rosi again. 

“I think it’s for the best. They can decide if they want to stay with us.”

Before you could return to the boys, your boyfriend took another fall, taking you with him. After making sure you were okay, Rosi places a kiss on your forehead and helps you up. You both giggle for a bit and step out of the room. 

You proceed to tell them about how you used to be part of the Donquixote pirates and what made you leave. You didn’t tell them about how Doflamingo and Rosi used to be celestial dragons because you didn’t want them to freak out. Eventually, you would tell them if they decided to stay.

“Damn, Trafalgar. We respected you the minute you gave us a well-deserved beating but now our respect for you is through the roof.” Shachi playfully smacks Law’s back (who was unsurprisingly not pleased about it).

“Yeah, and you’re parents are pretty cool too. I’d like to be part of a pirate crew one day, but not an evil one, of course” Penguin adds while giving Law another unwanted playful slap on the back.

“Glad you all are still here, otherwise I wouldn’t have found out these two were actually cool,” Bepo signals over to Penguin and Shachi, “and I would’ve never been able to rest in such a cozy home. Thanks again!”

“I’m glad we’re still here, too, and that we were able to help you guys. And don’t mention it.” Your nervousness goes away after hearing how cool they think you, Rosi, and Law are. Rosi looks at you and both of you silently agree for him to ask the next question.

“So, Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo… would you like to stay here with us?”

“Like permanently?!” the three boys exclaim in unison.

“Of course! Law, how would you feel about that?” he asks Law.

Reluctantly, Law agrees with a “yeah, whatever”. You knew that he wasn’t all too bothered though because Bepo went over to hug Law which caused him to have a little smile on his face.

It didn’t last long, however, because Shachi yelled “GROUP HUG!!!” and tackled them to the ground. Penguin grabs yours and Rosi’s hand, leading you to the pile of boys. With an angry Law in the middle, all six of you were now cuddled in the first group hug every single one of you ever had in your life; the first of many group hugs together as a family :)

I was going to have my "Masquerading Hearts" series lead to this but I just couldn't wait. Also, please let me know if you want more fanfics of this little family life, and thanks for reading!

[gerec]

fairytale style AU? I'm feeling a bit cheesy

There are a lot of great fairy tale aus in this fandom, Anon; here are a few that I hope you enjoy!

The Changeling Prince by Regann

While seeking help to break a magical curse, a soldier named Erik finds himself trying to solve the mystery of a young prince's illness, a task that leads him deeper into the fickle world of the fae than he ever imagined. (Fairytale AU)

Tale As Old As Time by madneto

Charles is a bibliophile living with his stepbrother in a remote village. Erik is a lonely prince with an affliction he doesn't know how to control. Logan is the greatest hunter in the whole world.

Little Blue Riding Hood by Pangea

An extremely serious retelling of Little Red Riding Hood.

Gain Your Freedom by Synekdokee 

“Why are you so concerned,” the king asked, voice strained. “You are here against your will. You were gifted to me against your consent. When I die, you shall gain your freedom.”

The Most Powerful Thing in the World by velvetcadence

Charles has been cursed with a pig's nose, and only true love can break the spell.

The Little Polar Bear (East of the Sun and West of the Moon) by kageillusionz

In a Modern, Powered AU, Charles Xavier is a struggling post-graduate student who works part time as a waiter for a catering job. His father once owned the prestigious toy company called The Little Polar Bear, that is until he died in a factory fire and his mother remarried to the Markos who run it to the ground.

As fate will have it, Charles is working the night The Little Polar Bear undergoes a merger with Das Spielwarengeschäft mit der Maus, an overseas toy company that is run by the enigmatic Erik Lehnsherr who always keeps part of his face covered.

This is the story of them falling in love and facing a number of trials and tribulations to stay together. Based loosely from the Norwegian fairytale East of the Sun, West of the Moon and written for Round Two of X-Men Big Bang.

The Sleeping Beauty in the Ivory Tower (- or Erik Lehnsherr is a hopeless romantic) by ximeria

There is a tale, out among the stars, of a sleeping beauty in an ivory tower.

Maze by AuraWhiteFox

The last thing Erik expected to deal with was a child kidnapping King from another dimension. But that’s what happening. When one night became too much and Erik wished his children gone the Goblin King accepted his wish and stole them away.

Faced with a future without his children Erik makes a deal with the King, if he can solve the Maze and make it to the Goblin King’s castle in 12 hours he can have his children back.

If he doesn’t…his children will remain in the Goblin’s hands…as too will Erik.

The Sleeping Prince by Gerec 

Erik grew up on tales of the Sleeping Prince, the beautiful boy who slumbers in his castle, waiting for true love's kiss. His stepbrother Sebastian pushes him to go searching for Charles, hoping to wake him and claim a just reward. But when they find the Prince still asleep in his Tower, a simple kiss isn't enough to break the spell...

...so Sebastian suggests they try a little something more.

(A dark, Sleeping Beauty AU).

Erik by jackpack

The Shrek AU nobody asked for. Erik is a mutant living deep in the woods of Genosha, whose land is suddenly invaded by other displaced mutants. Angry, he approaches Lord Stryker, who says that he will only give Erik his land back if he brings him Prince Charles Xavier, the fairest royal in the land and the heir to the Genoshian throne, who has been kept in a tower since his childhood and hidden from the world.

Burn as Blue by ang3lsh1

When the King liberates Prince Erik from the dragon and carries him back to the kingdom, he doesn't realise that Prince Erik feels that he's been kidnapped instead and is determined to make his way back to his dragon.

Love Like Winter by garnettrees (unfinished but amazing and highly recommended!)

"Once, when all the world was green and young, there lived two very different little boys..."

Now these boys have grown, thrust onto a political battlefield filled with long-held grudges and secret motives. Charles has spent the majority of his adult life studying and teaching the finer points of spell casting.

Erik... Erik fights for what is his.

More Than All The World (The Werewolf's Tale) by luninosity

An Erik/Charles story very loosely based on Marie de France’s 12th-century French werewolf tale, in which Erik is the man transformed into a wolf (he’ll get changed back by the end, it’s not that kind of story, though they very definitely do fall in love) and Charles is a king and eventually there’s a happy ending. Also, a villain’s nose gets bitten off.

A Tale of Two Kingdoms by Pangea

The Swan by waitfornight 

In 1939 Erik and his sister Ruth are sent to Devonshire, England, during the Kindertransport refugee program to live with Kurt and Sharon Marko as foster children just before the start of World War II. Angry and wishing he could return home on the night of his seventeenth birthday, Erik meets a boy alone in the forest who is cursed to transform each day into a swan, only taking his true form by night.

Swan Lake AU.

Beyond the Brambles by velvetcadence

Erik won't wake up unless Charles kisses him down there. A Sleeping Beauty AU.

The Sleeping Prince by stickmarionette

The King and Queen both came to a violent end, as so many kings and queens of Genosha had before them. A shame, but all tales of this sort need blood to feed them.

As for the Crown Prince, just fifteen years old and full of promise, he fell into a deep sleep from which no method devised by the best healers in Genosha could wake him.

The tale of Erik Lehnsherr and the Sleeping Prince of Genosha.

Till Human Voices Wake Us And We Drown by SharpestScalpel

Charles is a selkie. Erik finds his pelt.

Snow White & Sky Blue by TurtleTotem

In which Mother MacTaggert raises two mutant infants left to die in the forest, Shaw is an evil dwarf, and Erik is a bear. (An XMFC version of the fairy tale "Snow White and Rose Red".)

As They Kept Falling the Way Leaves Do by cm (mumblemutter) 

Charles saves Erik.

A Wolf Eats the Sun by SharpestScalpel

For a kink meme prompt:

Charles = red riding hood Erik = the hunter Shaw = the wolf

Can be as vanilla or as smexy as you want given how the red hood in the original parable is supposed to represent a girl's virginity lol

Happily Ever After, My Arse! by ximeria

Fairy Land has had a nice, long run of the show Happily Ever After, but with it gearing up to its 13th season, the previous two years' dwindling viewer numbers mean this might be the last one.

The premise has always been a selection of contestants competing for a happily ever after. No one has ever considered adding a clause specifying that villains can't participate. So what happens when the Master of Magnetism decides to join in on the 'fun'?

The show might turn out to be a total disaster — or a total success if the show’s suffering host, Charles Xavier, manages to come to terms with several things, the pressing one among them being his budding attraction to this impossible man. Not that his co-host, Raven, makes it easy for Charles to stay in denial when she’s in charge of dressing up the contestants.

Add in a tablespoon of Shrek, some How to Train your Dragon and a pinch of Monsters' Inc and your Happily Ever After might just not flambè your arse

[sugarikiz]

knock knock, it’s cupid!

in which… park jongseong, the hot hallway crush of everyone’s dreams steals your spot as the most popular person in Seoul High from the second he walked into that damn classroom. and you had to get your revenge somehow, didn’t you?

genre. high school romance, enemies to lovers pairing. hot new boy! park jongseong x queen bee! reader

𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 : 𝑗𝑎𝑦 & 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠

✧ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑗𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔

like y/n, he recently turned eighteen years old

favourite subject: political science and english

the hot new boy at seoul high

guitar-playing girl (maybe even boy) magnet

really uptight at first, then is kind and gently teasing (unless you get on his bad side; then get ready for a ride)

— 𝑙𝑒𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔

eighteen, almost nineteen (oldest aka the dad of the group)

favourite subject: none but he can tolerate geography

pick up line master (the rizzler)

cool and calm, and needs to keep the younger members of the friend group somewhat normal

✶ 𝑠𝑖𝑚 𝑗𝑎𝑒𝑦𝑢𝑛

eighteen years old

favourite subject: physics

has had a crush on yunjin since middle school

part of the middle child gang of the friend group (him, sunghoon and sunoo)

⌗ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑛

eighteen (like almost all of them)

favourite subject: chemistry

cold and acts done with riki at all times but secretly loves him as a little bro

actually; he’s a sweetheart but doesn’t show it too much, it’s very rare that he shows his soft side

𓂃 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑤𝑜𝑛

seventeen, almost eighteen

favourite subject: economics

little dimpled cat boy who’s allergic to his own species (yes)

✿ 𝑘𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑜𝑜

seventeen, almost eighteen

favourite subject: geography and biology

sings really well, and performs at events

cute and nice both on the inside and outside!

࿔  𝑛𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑖

just turned seventeen (baby of the group)

favourite subject: chemistry (even though hes absolutely trashy at it)

all of the boys have to keep him calm, otherwise he’ll go parading the school halls with a polar bear by his side or something, if he could

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[mandoriana]

HEADCANON - DUNCAN VIZLA (POLAR)

His mother abandoned him at the door of a barracks, and the soldiers raised him together.

Duncan was raised by the military from a young age. His childhood was completely different from any other child's; he never had toys, birthday parties, or any affection. He grew up, from the beginning, as a soldier and nothing else.

He has Post-Traumatic Stress and Autism.

He has no hobbies, but he likes to draw in the dirt/snow when he is alone.

He has almost no reaction to physical contact because his nerves are all destroyed due to his work and childhood. He could be beaten for hours and would only feel a slight discomfort because his body no longer feels as much pain as before. (The only place where he still feels contact is his face, but he wouldn't let anyone touch his face because he doesn't trust anyone.)

He doesn't like cats because he thinks they are ungrateful (he compares himself a lot to cats). He likes dogs, he likes how they welcome him and aren't afraid of him, but he knows he wouldn't be a good owner.

He has felt lonely forever, which is why he had an imaginary friend in his childhood. The imaginary friend was small and kind, totally opposite to Duncan, and was named Adam. Duncan imagined him from a book he stole from the library (The Little Prince).

He feels more comfortable talking to children than adults because children are good and without malice.

He finds insects very interesting and once had a pet tarantula, which was the only animal that lasted long enough under his care, but it was accidentally crushed when Duncan took the tarantula with him to training.

He loves chocolate; he ate it for the first time at 16 and never stopped trying to get some bars of his favorite sweet.

Duncan only takes cold showers.

At 17, he left the barracks and was aimless until he saw a group of men attacking a woman on the street. He killed the whole group without problems, and that's how he met Vivian. She and Duncan quickly became friendly, and she took him to the assassin company where he would work for the next few years of his life.

Vivian was his first in everything. His first kiss, sex, date, girlfriend, etc.

Duncan and Vivian were going to get married, but she abandoned him at the altar, and that's when he lost trust in her forever.

At work, Duncan met several people, one of whom was a 20-year-old named John Wick. The two weren't extroverted enough to call each other "best friends," but they had a very good relationship, so much so that John was Duncan's best man at his wedding to Vivian, and Duncan was John's best man.

Duncan helped John's wife choose a gift to leave for his friend because he knew a dog would be the ideal companion to soothe John's grief.

He didn't attend John Wick's wife's funeral but was by his friend's side when he left the funeral and started crying on the street.

Due to his strict upbringing, Duncan has great respect for the elderly and the military.

He never had good dreams, only nightmares or dreamless sleep.

When no one is around, Duncan likes to spin until he gets dizzy and falls down laughing.

Children are instantly attracted to him, and he is often known as "Papa Bear" among the children.

His body is very warm; no matter how cold it is outside, Duncan Vizla is always warm.

[justmarcysstuff]

I wasn't scared, it was just an idea that came to me.

For a long time I wanted Amy to have a good destiny in Archies Comic, like if she got married and had a child, but I didn't find anyone good to keep her company until...

I saw her interaction with Bark the Polar Bear and I thought it was ok, very ok, so I decided to make this character a fanchild of theirs.

His name is

By her design, she thought of a snow outfit for her, so she would have some resemblance to Bark, so much so that she doesn't wear finger gloves.

It already uses a color palette, very light yellow, with pink detail, I chose purple to match the yellow.

As for her personality, she can be shy at first, but after a while she appears to be happy, kind and polite. But despite her appearance, she has strength very similar to her father and it gets worse when she uses her mother's hammer.

I created this character with Archie Comic in mind, to be part of the new generation that was created together with Manik and Sonia.

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 16: stargazing

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

Reblog if you liked it!

You let out a sigh of satisfaction when you finished preparing the back of your father's pickup truck, after several minutes and a lot of effort to stretch the blankets enough. There was a mat, a duvet, sheets, and plenty of pillows so the two of you would be comfortable on the date you had prepared for your boyfriend. Spencer had told you about a meteor shower that occurred every ten million years and that on this occasion would be visible in the region, so he believed it would be a sin not to take advantage of the night to see it together and, in the process, spend a nice time between you. You seemed very excited about the idea and had prepared food to spend the hours that you were going to wait and, of course, a thermos full of coffee to share.

“How does it look?”

“It's perfect,” he replied happily.

He had been busy reviewing some celestial maps that he carried with him, under the light of a flashlight that you had in the trunk. You were in a remote section of the countryside and without all the light pollution of the city the stars could be seen in their maximum splendor, which had you completely fascinated. You had never done an activity like this and you knew how much Spencer was excited about astronomy, so the idea that he wanted to share that with you made you feel special.

You climbed up to the space you had arranged and he immediately imitated you, where both of you sat with your back comfortably leaning on a pair of pillows. You pulled a blanket to cover your legs and those of your boyfriend, who soon intertwined them to shorten the distance.

“I assume you know the constellations, right?”

"I do! At this time of year several can be seen. Like that one over there that is shaped like a trapezoid with a tail, do you see it?” he asked, pointing to a specific point in the sky. You had to admit that you weren't the best at finding shapes in celestial bodies, but you tried with all your might, until you finally understood what he was referring to “That's the Big Dipper, it's the third largest constellation and it's visible for all year round in the northern hemisphere, in addition to being one of the best known and most important in astronomical history. It has eight stars, one of them visible only in very clear places like this and they are called Alkaid, Mizar, Alioth, Megrez, Phecda, Merak, and Dubhe”

“There is a myth in Greek mythology about it, isn't there?”

“Yes, Greek mythology considered Ursa Major to be the bear that Callisto had been turned into by Artemis after being seduced by Zeus. Homer mentions the Bear in Canto V of the Odyssey, in which Ulysses tries in vain to be guided by her to return to Ithaca, his land”

“Wow,” you sighed, as you continued to look up to admire the stars your boyfriend was telling you about.

“When I was a child, I asked for a telescope as a birthday gift and this was the first constellation I learned because if you follow a line a little higher you can find the polar star… that one over there, do you see it?”

"I see it"

“That star serves to guide you because it always points north, so no matter where you are you can find your way if you find it. That way I imagined that whenever I was lost, I could come back home” he confessed to you, with a nostalgic smile on his face.

You stopped seeing the celestial sky to focus on him and you couldn't stop yourself from kissing him when you saw the sparkle in his eyes watching you with enthusiasm. The kiss was gentle and short, just as if you wanted to reward him for his eloquence, and then you settled under his arm with your head resting on his soft chest.

“You probably know a few thousand facts about the stars, or am I wrong?”

“I have never counted them, but from the books I have read I can assure you that it is an approximate amount”

“Well, we still have a few hours until the rain starts so start spitting them all out. I want Sagan to feel threatened in the afterlife by my knowledge of the universe at dawn” you joked and the soft laugh he let out above your head was like music to your ears.

Spencer talked and talked and you listened attentively to everything he had to tell you, only interrupting him to ask questions or to ask him to eat a little or try his cup of coffee. In the same way, you were changing positions as the hours went by, sometimes lying down, sitting, other times he with his head resting on your shoulder, and you even went so far as to sit on his lap, with your back comfortably against his torso while that he spoke kindly in your ear.

"You are tired? Bored?"

“None of that, love” you smiled. Right now you were lying in front of each other, with him absentmindedly tangling a lock of your hair in his finger “It's the most interesting date I've ever had in my life.”

“And it's going to get better, because it's the scheduled time for the main show,” he murmured in a theatrical voice, while he sat down and helped you with one hand so that you were in the same position.

He hadn't lied, because after a few minutes he saw the first star crossing the sky. You gasped in surprise like a little girl would, and your shock only intensified when another star sped past. Suddenly dozens of stars imitated the first ones and your smile grew as a new one appeared.

"Look how beautiful!" you squealed, shaking your shoulder excitedly at your lover, who was smiling the same way you were. “It’s wonderful.”

Spencer felt the need to hug you from the side to enjoy the view and the company at the same time, while you continued to look at the sky with fascination.

“We are experiencing a unique event in our space-time,” he whispered, the words slightly muffled by his lips in your hair. “And… I wanted to give you something equally unique.”

Suddenly you felt his hand take yours and then a metallic object sliding down your ring finger, forcing you to stop looking at the sky to look at him, with an expression of nothing but shock.

“Spencer, what—?”

“It's not what you think,” he hastened to say. You looked at the jewel and realized that it was a delicate ring that was completely smooth and silver in color. “It is a promise ring, it is used to… well, to promise a loved one that at some point it will be replaced by one that involves a greater commitment," he explained to you, suddenly becoming a nervous wreck "I thought about giving it to you today because I love you so much and I wanted you to know that I would like to go further with you, if you accept me”

"Darling…"

"Do you like it?" he insisted and you were forced to drown his fears with a prolonged kiss on the lips.

“Of course it does. I love you so, so much and you don't know how happy this makes me, I wouldn't want to be with anyone else in the vast universe. I'm serious"

That was enough of an answer for him and then you settled down again to enjoy the rest of the astronomical phenomenon, knowing that you would only be able to forget that night when the time necessary to witness another of those meteor showers had passed.

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GF x Sky: Manliness

Manliness was one of those things that Stan always had weird feelings about. It was a concept he felt like he could never seem to get his head around, no matter how hard he tried. It felt like the whole thing was a perpetually moving goalpost that he could never seem to achieve, but that had been true for both Stan twins, as far as he had been able to tell. Neither Ford nor himself fit into it. No matter how much his father tried to get them to.

Ford had been too scrawny and reserved, but he had been smart. He’d left everyone in their school in the dust. He had fixated on the strange and unusual, but anyone with eyes and a lick of sense would have seen that Ford was a genius. He wasn’t good with people, but he didn’t need to be. His research, his inventions, would change the world in big and small ways that would set him up for life.

(Honestly, those morons at West Coast Tech were the ones missing out. Their loss for not letting Ford restart his machine.)

Stan had been too emotional and not very good with school. But he’d been strong and clever. He could hold his own in a fight and talk circles around everyone and anyone. Given enough motive, he could have sold snow to a polar bear if he tried. He was willing to put in the work to get what he wanted, even if he went about it in strange ways. He could pick out a liar in seconds and check the quality of what he was handed just as fast.

But those had never been enough for Filbrick Pines.

Too soft. Too distracted. Didn’t have the right priorities. They were always doing things wrong or not doing enough. He was constantly saying that they needed to do more and be more, but nothing they did met his standards.

After all these years, Stan genuinely didn’t even know what their father had wanted them to be in the first place. It wasn’t like he did much to help them do better.

He never sat down and explained things that Stan didn’t understand. He didn’t try to help Ford figure out how to interact with their classmates or the other kids in the area. The boxing classes had felt like the closest their father had gotten to taking an active role in helping them. But even that felt like a stretch some days.

The rest of the time, he just left them to sink or swim and got mad when they didn’t swim.

On good days, they thought their dad just didn’t know how to be a dad. That he said those things because that was what had worked for him, and he didn’t know how to be any other way. He didn’t hate them or want bad things for them, he just didn’t know what else to do. He was just doing what he had been taught, even if it meant that he was hard on his sons.

On bad days, he figured their dad had wanted a little copy of himself that could make thrice the money he did. Instead, he got two kids who were little people that he needed to actively help and didn’t already have the talents he wanted from them. And he wasn’t willing to put in the effort that went into doing his job right.

Even after their father had kicked them out, Stan had tried to be manly in the way their father had tried to teach them to be. They tried to follow their Pa’s advice, to never cry and always be strong no matter what was happening to them. Get whatever he needed from whatever schmuck came to him and not give them an inch. To do whatever they needed to make money for the family and prove themself to him. (To finally make their pa proud of them.)

All it ever did was get him into trouble.

Then they Remembered.

He remembered the Sky, remembered being a Spirit, remembered the wonderful lively genderless children that had been part of it. Remembered the friends and home that had been there. (Finally understanding why treasure hunting and adventure and the sea had always called to him as a child.)

And they decided, on that same dark night, that they were sick of trying to be “manly”. Of trying to live up to their Pa’s stupid expectations. 

The only thing he wanted, the only thing he’d ever really wanted, was to just simply be. (Well, and to be with his brother.) So he’d stopped trying to fit into the mold that he’d tried so hard to squeeze himself into.

Slowly, life got better. It hadn’t been great but it had been better.

Aside from one tragic bad incident, their life had kept getting better. They had found a community, a job they enjoyed, and they felt comfortable in their own skin. They were happy as themself, a feeling they hadn’t realized they had been missing for a very long time.

But he still had strange feelings toward the term, despite it.

And, after taking care of the twins for a little over a week now, they realized they weren’t the only ones with complicated feelings about it.

Dipper also struggled with the concept. But his great-nephew’s struggle was to be manly enough. Enough to be seen as a “real” man. Enough for people to take him seriously as a man and stop treating him like a girl.

The whole problem was just… Emphasized when they took the kids out to the diner. Dipper thought he could beat the “Manliness Tester” in the diner and win them some free pancakes. Mabel had burst into cackles at the idea of her brother trying to beat the game. Stan had merely chuckled and shook their head at the statement.

“Kid, take it from me. You’re not gonna beat that thing. Not with them noodle arms.” He’d said it off-hand. Not even really considering his words. As far as he had thought, he was just stating a fact.

Dipper was too young and hadn’t built up the muscle mass that he’d need to win against a High Striker game. The kid was twelve! No twelve-year-old was gonna have the strength to beat one of those things. Most of them were rigged anyway so there wasn’t much point in trying, though they hadn’t said that part out loud.

(Everyone knew High Strikers were rigged, right? It was one of the reasons you could find one at pretty much every carnival and county fair in America. Easiest way to get money out of people. Especially if the booth was filled with toys that a Macho person could win for their partners.)

Then the one person in town who could beat one showed up and “graciously” won pancakes for the whole diner.

Manly Dan was one of the people in town Stan generally tried to (politely!) avoid. He had helped build the Shack for Ford originally, so he had one of the highest chances of realizing that Stan wasn’t actually his brother. Stan didn’t know if Dan had figured him out and just let him go, or if he was waiting for the right moment to rat him out. Either way, Stan kept his distance and tried to avoid doing anything that would make the guy call him out.

Thankfully, it seemed the guy wasn’t a bad father at least.

Wendy was very capable of handling herself and her younger brothers had decently good heads on their shoulders. Dan put a lot of emphasis on being manly, but he was also right there with his kids on every challenge he gave them. And ready to help folks at the drop of a hat, in his own loud and determined way. He seemed like a good guy if you could handle his energy.

Stan had just rolled their eyes at the man’s need to reaffirm his “manliness” while doing something nice for the folks at the diner and hadn’t thought any more about it. Aside from making sure that they packed up some leftovers for Dipper when they noticed the boy had wandered off when they weren’t looking.

Dipper was fairly responsible, Stan could trust him to be safe on his own. So he didn’t let himself worry too much.

Besides, for all they knew, Dipper was trying to hang out with a new friend he’d made in town and had just forgotten to tell them about it. No reason to get stressed out over that.

Then he’d spent several hours trying to avoid Mabel’s attempts at getting him to ask out Lazy Susan. Who, while very nice, wasn’t very keen on trying to date. She was nice company, but he wasn’t very… Romantically interested in her. Despite what Mabel seemed to think of how he acted around her.

(Kid couldn’t tell the difference between serious flirting and joke flirting. That was going to be a hard hurdle for her later.)

They didn’t really want to date while they were impersonating Ford, anyway. There was just something- really uncomfortable about the whole thing. If they were going to date, it would be with someone who knew they weren’t actually Ford. Otherwise, that was a can of worms they had no plans of opening.

And Dipper eventually came back to the Shack, safe and sound and moping about something. Stan, being semi-responsible, asked what was wrong. And then Dipper mentioned the manotaurs.

It took every scrap of his carefully earned self-control to not react to the term the second he heard it.

Ugh.

For most of the weird things in Gravity Falls, Stan had a relatively relaxed relationship with them. A lot of them were willing to ignore them so long as they did the same. Even the hide-behind was relatively chill with Stan as long as they were polite and willing to share some treats with it. (Other than the damn gnomes, but they pushed everyone’s boundaries from what they could tell.)

The Manotaurs, however, were possibly the biggest pains he’d ever had the displeasure of meeting.

They were careless, rude, egotistical, meatheads, and downright cruel in their desperate drive to prove just how “manly” they were. They were worse than they’d ever been as a teenager. Hell, they were worse than Pa had ever been to them. Last time one of those buggers tried to cause them trouble, well. They found out the hard way just how good Stan would be at a javelin toss competition. (A magically conjured harpoon made for a damn good javelin in a pinch.)

And, somehow, Dipper had met them when he’d wandered off earlier in the day. Alone. Without telling anyone or thinking there might be a problem.

Sweet Moses, if he’d known that he would have hunted those creeps down and made rugs out of them! And if they’d actually done something to the kid… Not even the stars would have been able to save them from Stan’s wrath.

Dipper still had all of his limbs and didn’t seem traumatized or roughed up, so they would take what little relief they could from those details. But if they tried something later��� Stan would have new furs to use for the Shack’s displays.

“Dumpling, you’re more of a man than any of those guys combined,” Stan knelt down so that they were eye level with their twelve-year-old nephew. “You said they wanted you to do something awful, right?”

“Mhmm…” Dipper nodded. “Said I had to, in order to be a man…”

“And was it something they’d managed to do before?” He could see Dipper pause at that, frowning in thought. He had a pretty good guess about what they’d asked. And, last Stan knew, the Multibear was very much alive and had been for a long time.

“I… Don’t think so?”

“Then that’s a pretty big sign that they were making stuff up. And you stood up to them, instead of letting them press you into doing something you saw as wrong.” Stan smiled softly at Dipper, ruffling the kid’s hair through his cap. “I can’t say if it’s “manly” or not but it sure as heck tells me that you’re a better person than whoever these guys were. And, personally speaking, I think that’s way more important than being manly.”

Dipper smiled at them, small though it was.

“Besides, you already got proof that not being “manly” doesn’t keep someone from being a man. If I walked into a place, do you really think anyone would try to check my man card? Or Soos’s? Or how about your Pa?” The kid shook his head, looking like he was thinking about what Stan was telling him. “Exactly. Don’t worry about what other people think, just focus on being you. And if they have a problem with that, then something’s wrong with them. Not you. Ya hear me Dumpling?”

“Yeah. I hear you, Grunkle Stan.”

“Good, now I managed to save you some pancakes from earlier. Let's make sure they don’t go to waste.”

AN: I wanted to get into Stan’s weird relationship with Manliness for this one, as well as how it probably would have felt to be held to that standard.

To be clear, I don’t like Filbrick Pines. But I can also admit that he's probably a complex character in his own right. And I wanted to show Stan’s understanding/feelings about it too. With the memories of Cackling Cannoneer, Stan had an easier time seeing the flaws in his Pa’s way of raising him and his brothers and coming to terms with his feelings about the man in question. But those feelings are still complicated to deal with.

Because Filbrick was still his father, one of the people who raised him. And while he’s able to understand that his dad wasn’t a very good one, it’s still a hard topic to untangle. It’s gotten easier since he’d passed and Stan’s taken time to visit the grave. (And maybe unload his thoughts/feelings on it while he was there.)

This also gave me a chance to dig into his thoughts about other “manly” characters/creatures from the series. Like Dan and the Manotaurs.

Stan… Doesn’t really like the Manotaurs, as you may have guessed. And it does make sense from his perspective, as someone they’ve probably gone after at some point for not being “manly” enough or defending someone else from them. He knows that a few of them are okay guys, but when they’re all together? Yeah, he doesn’t like them much. (Toxic Masculinity feedback loops and all.)

[wrong-mother]

We created our own Inktober with RP friends, and this is the second day. The prompt is "the element", and I drew my Falmer OC, Aeola, amongst ice and sun because she is the child of both these elements and can wield the sun magic while being resistant to frost. Also I wanted to infodump a few headcanons about Falmer appearance: 1. Falmer generally have a decent amount of body fat. Not because they need a "heat insulation" like Nords, for example, but because their bodies simply need much more energy to be able to survive in harsh environmental conditions. You know, it's not easy to move through snow and icy glaciers :D 2. Their facial features are softer and resemble those of real life Inuit, with epicanthus and everything. Yup, body fat is also on the face :D 3. Their ears are generally smaller than ears of other Mer. I took it from nature where animals that live in cold climate often don't have big ears so they don't freeze. 4. Falmer also have a third eyelid which they can control as easily as the normal eyelids. It is similar to polar bears whose third eyelids protect their eyes from snow blindness and UV-radiation. It looks cool, and also it makes them (ironically) look like they're blind even if they're not. 4.1. This very feature made their blindess much more interesting for me because I headcanon that when Dwemer made Falmer blind (I believe by making them eat specific food or drinking potions), the next generations of blinded Falmer were born with malformed third eyelids. This gradually led to total blindess and those horrendously looking malformations instead of eyes which more "modern" Falmer have.

I have no idea if these ideas will work for someone but... yeah, I just wanted to share them along with my Inktober :D

[madqueenalanna]

so i'm almost done with my "terror" (show) rewatch and just finished reading "terror" (book) yesterday so let me ramble lowkey about the differences

i do love of course the little character details of the book that couldn't possibly make it into the show. sir john's devotion to his "gentleman" status to the point that he stays dead silent during sex, for one, crozier getting jacked off in a pond for another. the book's meandering pace gave us lots of ship descriptions (agonizing) but also lots of time with even minor characters (peglar for one)

and so because of their respective mediums, i like each ending/portrayal of tuunbaq in its own way. in the book, it's a spirit created by a goddess, forced to wander the frozen north and feast. silna and people like her are psychic, marry other psychics to create their own tribe, their own people. this is not to control tuunbaq but simply to communicate; they leave it offerings, it doesn't kill them. the white men have no way to understand this, and so they trespass and are murdered. crozier leaves his identity behind to join these people, loses his tongue, has children by silna, and feels the honor in this choice. tuunbaq's appearance is ephemeral, difficult to explain, almost incorporeal. it isn't a monster, it's a part of the land in the same way winter is. very spiritual

in the show of course it's much more straightforward. it's a beast that can be injured, can eventually be killed, needs to be bound to a shaman that can control it. silna cuts out her own tongue to follow in her father's footsteps, instead of having lost her tongue as a child in this psychic group. it dies, agonizingly, like so many of the polar bears it resembles, yet another victim of british colonialism. silna is ostracized by her people for its death under her watch. crozier joins the netsilik without her, assimilating culturally if not on this secondary spiritual plane. obviously this makes much more sense to see on screen

the other big change is of course the health of the men. sure they SAY in the show the men are failing, and we see some of them, but the book, agonizingly (good), details every mile they haul sledges, every symptom of scurvy, a few violent deaths from botulism, blanky losing first part of his foot, then half his leg, then several wooden legs break and he calls its quits when the stump is gangrenous. the book is so clear that this takes MONTHS, it feels like months, hickey's mutiny is almost a minor footnote because they were all already almost dead by the time it occurs. the cannibalism is such a last resort that they're all half-dead by that point. it's slow, it's painful, so it all makes more... sense, almost. you FEEL their pain, this slow horrific death, the STARVATION

that said i love the death of fitzjames in the show. he's got scurvy and dies of botulism in the book, but i think it's just scurvy in the show. we see his battle scars, obtained in a colonial venture to asia, re-open and suppurate. in a very real, literal way, his past has come to haunt him, to poison him. he dies on another colonial mission, weakened by his former expeditions eating him alive, destroyed by this land that wants them dead

and from researching this show/book i got linked by some very helpful redditors to some very long articles detailing inuit descriptions of finding hms terror before it sank, so i'm excited to dip into those