#which is i think is a neat way to go about it

[lavenderprose]

At some point, for some reason, Rook had misinterpreted the term 'letters'.

Perhaps it was because Bellara had said it so breathlessly--though Bellara says lots of things breathlessly, given she speaks at about the speed of magic itself. Perhaps it was the smile she'd used when she said 'the Professor'. But Bellara smiles most of the time. In the end it doesn't matter how it happened. The result was the same: Rook heard Bellara talk about these letters, this necromancer she was writing to, and figured they were passing love letters. Odd, very lingo-heavy love letters that contained a lot of side conversation about magical artifacts and the stability of the Veil, but love letters nonetheless.

Rook meets Emmrich and hears him call Bellara 'dear' and knows it must be true. Rook also meets Emmrich and wants to climb him like a tree, but she's always been into that kind of academic, willowy, never-met-the-sun kind of look. Necromancers. Rook's always been into necromancers. She is one. It's pretty normal.

"You must be excited to finally meet him in person," Rook says to Bellara while they're following Emmrich through the Shrouded Halls. Emmrich extols the wonder of life and death in between completely demolishing Venatori in a way that feels bone-shatteringly powerful.

"Oh yeah," Bellara says, and grins. "Arlathan is pretty far from Nevarra, so I didn't think we'd ever actually meet, but it's pretty cool that we did! Professor Emmrich is really knowledgeable, not just about the Fade, but music and art and--"

"Hmm neat!" Rook says, instead of Alright girl keep it in your pants because she actually really likes Bellara and she can't blame her. Emmrich Volkarin is six-foot-three, hazel-eyed and has a voice like candlelit red wine. He'd be a dream come true for any young mage with a little too much to say and a few too many nights alone in their recent past.

Of which there are two in the room.

Anyway.

It's not a big deal. The others don't really seem fussed over the fact that Bellara has brought her sneaky link into the fold and Emmrich is bonkers capable, so it doesn't really matter whether or not he's sourced from some horny letters. He also comes highly recommended from the Mourn Watch, and that's enough for Rook.

They keep things pretty subtle too. Rook never sees them kiss or even really touch, and Bellara seems too busy with the archive spirit to do much other than tinker with it outside of missions. Emmrich always seems to have something to be doing as well. If anything, he seems to spend more time with Rook than Bellara--and this is the source of the issue.

The spark of attraction in the Necropolis grows to nothing short of a blazing inferno. Emmrich invites Rook to the Memorial Gardens, performs the rituals with her, calls her recitation of the rites masterful. He takes her arm in the crook of his own as they walk the paths. He finds her in the kitchen in the evenings and sits next to her, legs crossed in that neat and proper way, and she sits there and lets the heat of his thigh burn into hers until she has to get up and go find something to occupy her hands. He does everything short of lay his jacket over puddles for her like some prince in a storybook--though even that, she wouldn't put past him. She sees him staring at her during a soaking downpour in Minrathous one time, but it's always raining in Minrathous.

Jealousy is an insidious emotion that the Mourn Watch warns against specifically. It will make a monster of the most benevolent, if it takes hold. Rook struggles not to let it. This gets harder and harder, the more time she spends in Emmrich's company and the more he seeks her out. He'll say, "I'm so pleased to have a fellow Watcher to talk to, Rook," and she'll smile and pretend she isn't actively resisting the urge to stare at his lips. He'll say, "I am continually impressed by your keen skills of observation, my dear" and she'll only be capable of nodding because she's trying to clear a daydream from her head. Something about him and one of the geothermal underground pools in the Necropolis and a mysteriously disappearing set of clothing. He'll say, "I find myself continually waiting for the next time we'll have one of our chats, Rook--they're becoming something I find great comfort in," and Rook won't even hear what he's saying, because she's trying so hard to shove him, the concept of him, into a little box in her head labeled Bellara's--Do Not Touch.

It gets a little ridiculous. She stops taking them on missions together, because the sound of them chattering on about Fade harmonics behind her makes her want to absolutely chew glass. On the off chance she sees one of them come out of the other's room, which does not happen very often at all but has, on a handful of occasions, she'll turn herself around and sit herself down on Solas' stupid fuck-ugly green meditation couch until she feels a little less like her head is going to pop off. One time, she falls asleep while doing this and has to deal with a particularly weird conversation with Solas where she's too keyed up to do much more than grunt along to his typical long-winded pontification and he ends the conversation with something along the lines of, "Perhaps you should reexamine some details of your situation that you have taken as fact. You may find them not so."

"Could you just say something that's not buried under five layers of innuendo," Rook thinks, and unfortunately also says out loud, because she's not actually allowed to think just in her head in these Solas-dreams. He scowls at her and rolls his eyes. They're both doing the Fade-space equivalent of blowing raspberries at each other by the time she wakes up.

It all comes to a head in Arlathan, because they've camped with the Veil Jumpers for the night and Rook needs to ask Bellara a question. She thinks nothing of whipping open the flap to Bellara's tent, because Bellara is almost always awake until the stars have been overhead for hours and Emmrich--who was obliged to come along, just this once, because they're in Arlathan specifically for haunting-related reasons--is visible across the camp, wiggling carrots through the bars of Gus the Nug's cage. There is a small, tender smile on his face as he listens to the nug snort and whuffle. Rook suddenly remembers the story about the pig he used to hug as a kid, and then her heart jumps a little, and--

Well, anyway, there shouldn't be a reason not to let herself into Bellara's tent.

There is, in fact, a reason not to let herself into Bellara's tent.

That reason is named Irelin, whose body Rook now knows about in much more expansive detail than she did a few minutes ago. Bellara's too, though most of that was covered by--well, by Irelin.

"Maker!" they all three scream in unison, and Rook all but sommersaults back out of the tent.

"Sorry," she yells through the flap. "Sor--sorry, I didn't--"

"It's fiiine," Bellara yells back. Her head pokes through after a minute. Her hair is down and disappears somewhere back inside the tent. She looks like an almost completely different person with it framing her face like that. "Hey, um--you could, like...knock next time? I mean, I know you can't really knock on a tent--"

"Everything alright over here?" Emmrich has appeared, and Rook's tongue seems to grow three sizes in her mouth.

Oh shit! is all her brain will supply, so she doesn't really respond. She thinks she's willing enough to respect Girl Code, such as it is, that she won't tell Emmrich about the whole Irelin thing. Because maybe that's how their relationship works, or maybe Emmrich already knows, or maybe it's none of her business--

Or maybe something really weird is happening, because Bellara looks at Emmrich and her expression does nothing but get a little more annoyed, and she sighs, "It's fine. No worries, Professor. Just, could you guys--y'know, privacy?"

Then Irelin makes a noise from inside the tent, and it's pretty clear at that point what's just happened, but Emmrich just blushes a little and says, "Ah," and then wraps his hand around Rook's arm and leads her away, back towards the cage with Gus.

"Okay," Rook says, as Gus sniffs her boot on the off chance it contains carrots. "That was weird."

"I fear there are bound to be clashes when multiple cultures blend, my dear," Emmrich tells her, a low murmur directly into her ear. "We in Nevarra, especially amongst the Mourn Watch, are slightly more--shall we say, open? Don't take it personally that Bellara withheld the information of her liaison with Irelin. I don't think it was done maliciously."

"No, I mean--why aren't you--upset?"

Emmrich's brows furrow. "Whyever would I be upset? I'm hardly a prude, Rook. These are difficult times, and any small piece of comfort one can find should be readily taken. A tent in the middle of a busy camp is an...interesting location, but I understand our dear Bellara has history with Irelin, and should the object of my affections be willing--"

"No, no, I mean--you're not--are you okay with this? You and Bellara have some kind of..." Rook scrambles about for an accurate word. "Agreement? About this kind of stuff?"

Emmrich's eyebrows do an odd, fluttery sort of thing that reminds Rook of a puppet she once saw being manipulated by a group of playful wisps. Sort of like his face is trying to show half a dozen emotions at once.

"Why on earth would Bellara and I have ever spoken about her sex life," he says flatly, and far more bluntly than Rook is used to him being. Heat floods her body as she realizes that she has, somewhere along the way, wildly misunderstood something.

"I," says Rook, "have made a mistake."

"Rook," he says, with a voice like he's trying to diffuse a spell primed to explode, "Darling. If you thought Bellara and I were involved, would you mind enlightening me exactly as to...what you think my intentions were when I took you to the Memorial Gardens."

Rook wonders if Gus the nug could be persuaded to eat her whole.

"Enrichment?" she mutters.

"Enrichment," Emmrich sighs under his breath.

There is a long, gravid beat of silence.

"That clearing we passed earlier," Rook mumbles under her breath, once the world is done tilting on its axis. "Looked enriching."

"Quite," Emmrich says promptly. He grabs her by the hand and only grins a little when she releases a frantic, giddy giggle as he pulls her away from the camp.

[isuggestforcefem]

Forcefem February story: Nicole saves Ethan

Part one - Nicole

It began as it usually did. Nicole, a poor helpless orphaned young woman, with a story to make the most stoic of men sob, and such a great excuse for her to join the town. The town's eldest was wary of her. He knew, she thought. Or at least, he suspected something. Nevertheless. That wouldn't stop her. This wasn't her first, anymore. Nicole knew how to handle herself. Keep herself en guarde.

It did make her job less fun, though. She had barely any respite, needed a consistent story and a consistent character, every moment of her waking day. And she couldn't work at night, lest they see the light of her room.

Angela had been very lovely, on this part. The old woman had allowed Nicole to stay in her ex-husband's study, as it hadn't been used in years. Angela had lost him, she would say, on the lonely nights. He had walked out one day, and never came back. Taken by the night, she would say. Nicole wondered if she knew, too. She wondered if the creaks of wood she heard from behind her door were Angela, watching her, spying her.

All that to say it really wasn't a fun time. She yearned for the plan to enter motion. It had already been a month! Usually, she could have had cleared step one in a week, at most, but clearly, Diana's choice of town still lacked. She'd have to talk about it with her, once she was back. Even though Diana was her best friend and most trusted ally at the Academy, she still lacked a lot of technical skills. Maybe that was why the administration still refused her application for solo missions. "I ought to help Diana out", Nicole thought to herself. Her friend was her senior in experience and yet Nicole risked graduating before her.

Nicole approached the mirror. She was still as beautiful as ever. Surely, this face would be enough to sway most hearts. Her hair was undone. She grabbed her hairpin, held a strand of hair, and clipped it onto her hair. Suddenly, a swirl of magic took control of the brunette's hair, assembled it in a neat ponytail. She messed with it a little bit. Better not make it look too neatly woven. She had an image to keep up. She grabbed her dress, Angela had washed it for her. What a treasure of a woman. She almost felt guilty to betray her trust in this way. But then again, she always did. It never stopped her.

Going down the stairs, Nicole yelled "I'm ready!". Angela's brother had asked for a helping hand. It did upset her plans,, but she had to keep up appearances until the end. She could still do it tonight. She would do it tonight. She had faith.

The day seemed to never end. She had been gathering herbs for hours by now, but still Angela's brother showed no sign of going back home. At least the sun was still high. Finally, the man spoke to her. "I think we're done for today, you can go back." "Oh thanks," she said, without a trace of emotion in her voice. Finally, speaking her soul.

This place was boring. The local pub served frankly disappointing alcohols, and was only inhabited by things that were more of the decaying corpse than they were of the person. The town's center was usually occupied by a group of gangsters - guards - that looked at her like she was a piece of meat. Whatever. This would soon be over.

There he was, her target. A boy named Ethan. He had little presence, few friends. Nobody would miss him. Nobody would care.

She would.

He had short black hair, wore a white shirt and brown pants. She had seen boys like him by the dozen, and all of them had became beautiful, happy girls. He would follow.

"Hi," Nicole exclaimed brightly, with a little wave, "I'm here early! -Nicole! Hello, I am glad to see you. -I have a gift for you!" Saying this, Nicole reached for her bag's contents. There was a choice to be made; four rings from which to decide the step to take.

[gothamite-rambler]

Clark and Diana must've had a field day at Damian's existence

*and the rape part was a second canon that I think was retconned again. comics are weird*

Clark: I'm sorry… You have a child… again?

Bruce: Yes.

Clark: And he's yours… like DNA test, yours?

Bruce took a deep inhale and then sighed.

Bruce: Yes.

Clark: And the kid is also related to Talia Al Ghul?

Bruce: Yep… Yep… I thought the condom wouldn't break.

Clark: I… I… I'm— You thought the what wouldn't break?

Diana (amused): I'm surprised you didn't try the pull-out method with that thought process. You had a child with Talia and he's the new Robin, did I miss anything?

Bruce: No... no. You're about right.

Clark: I'm not sure how to react.

Diana: I got you on this. The dark knight, master detective, stoic emo billionaire had a child with one of your arch-enemies? The one you said you'd never have relations with again?

Bruce: …Yep.

Diana nodded and pointed at Bruce, laughing accordingly. The man covered his face, embarrassed.

Clark: Ignore her. You said you weren't even aware he was… alive. That there was a being that shares your DNA? You have plans that can defeat us, but you never thought to check in on the woman you slept with eight years ago?

Diana laughed harder, falling out of her seat in hysterics. Clark shook his head.

Bruce: Okay, at first I was aware she was pregnant, and then she said she lost the baby, so… I never called her about that. You can stop laughing, Diana!

Diana: I can't stop! This is too funny! It’s funnier than when Hermes tricked Zeus into drinking fermented wine. I can't breathe! Wait, wait— when Zeus found out about his child…

Clark (jokingly): Which one?

Bruce: I wasn’t aware he existed! I didn’t know the child I had with a crazy woman was around! Can she not laugh at me? I’m now linked to Ra's Al Ghul! This is a lot for me! Can you show me some pity?

Clark and Diana: No!

Bruce: Why are you judging me?!

Clark: Because you look hypocritical in the funniest way possible.

Diana: Exactly! You had a kid from a booty call. Wait, wait, serious time.

Diana got back in her seat and cleared her throat.

Diana: It was consensual, correct?

Bruce: Yes.

Diana: And you used a condom from where?

Bruce: …A gas station.

Diana: And you thought it would do the job? A gas station condom?

Bruce: I was hoping it would, or at the very least she'd have protection. I didn't know she wanted kids!

Diana (chuckling): You thought the woman who's been wanting to marry you for years wouldn't want kids?!

Clark (laughing): We listen and we judge!

Bruce: I hate you both. Stop judging me. I'm the Dark Knight.

Bruce covered his face, groaning.

Clark: We're just messing with you. I, for one, am happy you took the kid in. I imagine being raised around the Ghuls wasn't great… or safe.

Bruce: Um… okay, he wasn't just raised around them… Jason helped babysit him. He’s known for eight years.

Clark and Diana (mocking him): We listen and we judge!

Diana burst into laughter again.

Diana: I knew there was a reason I like him!

Clark: I'm pretty sure she's happy for you too. Just the—

Bruce (mortified): Yeah, the situation is humorous because it's at my expense and ironic that I fumbled like that. I'm going to be dealing with this a lot now. I do love him, though. He's a cute kid… He's neat, like all my other sons.

Clark: Aww, that's sweet and reassuring, honestly. A rich white man with a baby from a booty call usually doesn’t go well.

Bruce: The fact I know that's true really says something, but thank you for the compliment.

[thedemonrincelovesgege]

✨//They live with each other//✨

Hualian. tgcf

@samairuart -the author of the art

The doors of the modestly decorated throne room slowly swung open in front of a young man in red robes. Confident and unhurried footsteps echoed in the great hall. The clink of the chains on his boots shimmered and somehow vaguely resembled the clink of crystal. Her raven-black hair was long and spilled over her shoulders, and her small bangs slightly covered her eye patch. His facial features were refined and slightly pointed, giving the demon an extraordinary beauty.

The footsteps subsided, and with them the chime of chains on boots. Mayor Hua was scary in battle, but the horror did not come during the battle or even before, fear rose to the throat as soon as you saw his face and gaze, which were so beautiful, mysterious and confident in all their actions that it made you uneasy. There was only one person who liked his look, not even a man, but the God of War.

– Gege, how are you feeling?-

–San Lan!

A young man in white robes walked briskly towards Hua Chen.

–What happened?

The voice was worried, even though the prince was trying his best not to show it.

– Nothing to worry about, I just had to visit someone. I didn't think I could stay so long, I'm sorry.

His single eye squinted slightly, and a satisfied smile spread across his face. He watches, studies, notices, all this was read in his gaze, but not a drop of remorse. That's a kid. Suddenly, one of the silver butterflies landed on Xie Lian's neat nose, and then another on his forehead, another on the top of his head, ear, and the edge of his lower lip, all of them began to gently tickle his face, which caused the serious pug to immediately dissolve, and a smile flashed across his lips, even though his eyebrows tried to hold up to the last Discontent.

– Do not frown, otherwise wrinkles will appear!

The demon made a very fake and childish face and said, although at the moment the imp was once again trying to trick his beloved and not engage in calligraphy as a punishment, instead of hugging his beloved. Xie Lian sees it perfectly, and even so, she can't help but succumb to his tricks.

–That's a fox!

The young man spoke, lightly tapping his demon's chest, and then hugged him, nuzzling his chest. The butterflies on his face fluttered up and began to circle around them smoothly and serenely. Hua Chen hugged the prince's shoulders, pressing his ear to the crown of the prince's head.

– Does Gege want to have a snack?

– Wouldn't it be bad, what would you like?

– How about noodles with pork in soy sauce?

–Then let's eat it.

Xie Lian quietly pulled away from Hua Chen, glancing briefly into his eyes.

– And don't think that if I'm not upset now, it means that there won't be any calligraphy practice in the evening. We agreed.

Hua sighed, clearly feeling defeated.

–Of course, Your Highness, I will work hard!

Many people don't show any respect by calling Xie Lian that way, and some even mock him in this way, but from the mouth of the demon, this title sounded soft, with love, affection and reverence, only from him Xie Lian liked to hear it.

In response, the prince only nodded, continuing to hug the demon's shoulders tightly. Hua Chen just smiled kindly and took out the dice. They don't usually travel short distances this way, but right now, both of them didn't want to let go of each other. Before they had time to eat, they moved to the dining room of the house of bliss, where after 20 minutes there were large portions of noodles with pork in soy sauce, several salads, large portions of meat dishes and a small saucer with mantou. Each time, such portions, volume and variety of dishes surprised, but so touching.

Xie Lian was lost in his thoughts again, this happened quite often during Sang Lan's absence, the whole last month was not so bright, at some point he got so used to his husband's presence, and is it possible to call it an addiction? Yes, it's definitely an addiction.

–San Lan, tell me something.

– What does Gege want to hear?

– You've been gone so long, what have you been doing, what happened to you?

– Everything is fine, I had to visit Chernovod, I thought for a couple of days at most, I did not think that I would be so late. Did Gege miss me?)

There was a light chuckle.

"You have no idea how much.". I thought about you every day, there wasn't a minute that I didn't want to plunge into your arms. More..Don't leave me for so long without warning me or taking me with you, I'm able to help. As it was, I couldn't even talk to you through a spiritual connection! I was so worried!

– I did not expect such a revelation, I am so pleased that Your Highness thought of me.

Hua Chen rested his cheek on his hand, smiling sincerely and looking at his prince.

–Mmm, what else did my gege do?

"My"...He's having fun. He's flirting. Awaiting a response. Ahahah, it's getting fun for His Highness too.

"Since that's how it turned out, I don't mind having some fun either."

–"Your gege?" Ahah, "your gege" walked through your domain, remembering his beloved husband every second.… What else should I have done?

Hua Chen's smile became even wider and softer, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

–Your Highness... the demon moved a little closer, almost whispering Xie Lian's title.

- Yes?

–Your Highness, you have no idea how much your husband has missed you..

He spoke very softly, resting his head on his shoulder.

It seems that after meeting with San Lang, the prince lost the last drops of shame, otherwise, he would not have become even more excited, showing complete shamelessness.

– Is it really worth behaving in such a way in the presence of the Crown Prince?

This very "prince" grinned, teasing his demon, he's picked up his habits.

Hua Chen's single eye lit up with mischief, the grin did not leave his face, he only lifted his head from the prince's shoulder and looked at his treasure again.

–And how should I behave in front of Your Highness?

– And what do you think is necessary?

It was clear from the look that Hua Chen was extremely happy about such a conversation, Xie Lian had long noticed that his husband had such a special "thing" that worked flawlessly, immediately igniting a fire in his eyes.

–I don't think it's appropriate for Your Highness to dine in the House of Bliss." Would you like to go back to your palace? Your loyal follower will accompany you.

The demon's voice seemed to have become more velvety, although he spoke softly, but everything was clearly heard.

"I want to." Let's go back to the throne room.

Hua Chen stood up, gently touched Xie Lian's hand and took out the dice. A moment later, the couple was in the throne room, where they had met just an hour or two ago. Hua Chen, continuing to gently hold his prince's hand, escorted him to the throne itself. The clink of chains on boots echoed through the hall, as Hua Chen tenderly and tenderly saw Xie Lian off, taking care of every little thing, a familiar warmth spread in his chest.

At first glance, one might think that this was not a throne room, but a simple but spacious room for receiving a large number of guests, it was not very richly decorated, but the small gilding on the snow-white walls and the expensive light wood floor clearly indicated that the hall did not belong to a simple rich man. The throne was also specific, not the way we used to imagine it. It was something like a couch made of light wood with masterly carvings, it was upholstered in expensive fabric, and the simple patterns on it were artfully embroidered with gold thread. Yes, the hall was not very rich at first glance, but the small details gave not so much grandeur as comfort to its owner.

Hua Chen sat his spouse on the throne, and he took two steps back and bowed respectfully.

–Your Highness, allow me to present you with my humble gift..

With these words, the Mayor had a golden hairpin with beautiful flowers on his palm, the petals were decorated with precious stones and metals, a small chain with leaves hung from the end, and at the end of the chain was a stone that looked like a dewdrop.

–...I thought it would suit you very well.яяяяяяяя

"Oh, San Lan.. She's so beautiful, you take care of me so much, it makes me feel kind of uneasy.

A short, ringing laugh came from his mouth.

"It's the least I can do for you." Can I help you pin up your hair?

Hua Chen looked straight into the jasper eyes, full of tenderness, gratitude and love, he did not want to look away, all these glances were beautiful.

– Of course, come to me^^

Xie Lian spread his arms, waiting for a hug and smiling tenderly. Hua Chen completely melted away, the lights in his eyes turned into raging flames in an instant.

Hua Chen came closer and knelt down to his beloved, so that he could hug him more comfortably. Clutching his treasure in a tight embrace, he inhaled the light, slightly alien scent of a Ghostly City and a blooming garden.

The best.

The best.

My favorite

Xie Lian, still with perfect posture, gently hugged the demon, stroking his back and running his fingers through the black curls.

They live in happiness.

They live in happiness

They sat like that for a couple of minutes, until Hua Chen reluctantly got up and walked behind Xie Lian, gently running his fingers through his brown hair. The prince smiled easily, it was immediately clear that he was not so much braiding as playing. It reminded him of their first day at the monastery of the Water Chestnuts. After weeks of worrying about each other, they found peace again in a gentle embrace.

Being together, they live, but do not exist.

They live in happiness

They live with each other.

[dundeey-art]

How would you interpret prowl as a romantic partner? Especially IDW prowl

my friend, this is the question of the century. youre asking me to answer one of life's greatest mysteries. every day i knock on my friend's barred doors, and i demand they answer my very same question...: How would you interpret prowl as a romantic partner?

now, if i was a writer, and if this was a headcanon blog, i would give you a neat little list of headcanons that would make your heart flutter. unfortunately i am not a writer, so i can in no way paint a beautiful picture of a world in which prowl is your lover in a sweet 200 words or less. instead i wrote a stupid essay for you that doesnt even answer your question... hah. after another hour of typing i actually did more or less answer your question

so, you say "especially" IDW prowl, but IDW prowl is unique (and all i think about), so this is just going to be about IDW prowl.

let me just say that i started writing and i couldnt stop, so i accidentally ended up with a bunch of bullshit that has nothing to do with what you asked. i kind of like the bullshit though, so i'm not deleting it. just scroll down until you see "the headcanons" if you want to skip past my nonsense.

i used to have trouble envisioning prowl as a romantic partner because of the way he's portrayed. i bold that last part because it is specifically the way he's portrayed that makes it difficult to envision him in a romantic setting, and not necessarily the way he is as a character. what i mean by that is that prowl is always shown to be in extremely stressful situations and in environments where the stakes and tensions are high. nevermind personality, we don't even get to see how he is when he's relaxed, when he's not under threat. i suppose we get a glimpse of that during the flashback that shows him working with chromedome, but even then he is 1. performing dangerous work and 2. shown interacting with someone who is more so a colleague than a friend. even then, that is a prowl from the past. we don't know if that is how he would still act "today" (by which i mean the end of IDW). since then he's gone through millions of years of war, and that doesn't just come with trauma, but all kinds of growth and change. so we can't just fall back to pre-war prowl for our headcanons - we have to focus on present-day prowl, trauma and all.

i also want to say that i don't like the way i see how a lot of people headcanon prowl as a romantic partner. again, because of the way he's portrayed, people tend to default to a cold, mean and distant partner. someone who lacks empathy, communication skills, something about "emotional intelligence"? i've even seen people headcanon that he would be abusive... yikes. i think what people tend to forget is that prowl is not a villain. he does act distant to the people around him, but that is a pretty common personality trait that a lot of normal people in the real world have. so while he can be a little rough around the edges, i'd say hes just a normal guy who is, just like anyone, capable of developing romantic feelings for someone. still, prowl has some key traits that are undeniably him, and i try to base my idea on that while staying as loyal as possible to the canon.

the headcanons

i don't see prowl as someone who would fall in love easily. but when he does, it's intense. prowl is shown to have one goal throughout the comic: it's to attain peace. that goal is his world. i think that in a similar way we can imagine how he might be when in love - his partner, the object of his desire, would become his world. i think he would love his partner with the same kind of intensity that he is shown to have in various situations.

i think he would like to have you rely on him; he likes to be depended on, to be trusted. he wants you to leave everything to him, and he would take good care of you. that's not to say that he wouldn't trust you to take care of yourself. however, he might have a tendency to be a little controlling and overprotective - but really, it's because he cares a lot about you. he wants to prevent harm from befalling you at all costs. he might have to learn not to be so worried about you all the time. can you blame him though, after everything he's seen? if prowl lost you, he probably would not be able to move on.

i can imagine prowl's lover, and love in general, having a certain effect on prowl. you bring a kind of warmth out of him. you make him let his guard down. when he's with the one he loves, he can finally relax. he's not under threat and he's not constantly being scorned - you are essentially his safe space.

the thing is that love can bring a side out of people that you might not normally see or expect. you can imagine almost anything within reasonable limits. maybe, as a lover, prowl is soft spoken and sweet. maybe hes playful. or maybe he's not one for verbal but physical affection. honestly, it was hard for me to tell you exactly how i imagine him as a romantic partner because i like nuance, and i like to be open minded to those infinite possibilities. still, i did my best to paint a picture for you. 👍 this just took me two hours so i hope you like it

[deeplywonderstruck]

anytime  anyone  smiled,  even  if  it  was  the  tiniest  grin,  maxxie  couldn’t  help  but  reciprocate  it.  there  was  something  so  soft  about  him,  so  unbothered  yet  refreshingly  optimistic,  a  stark  contrast  to  the  usual  characters  you  found  here  in  new  york.  curiosity  always  typically  got  the  better  of  him,  though  the  people  closest  to  him  would  just  refer  to  him  as  their  favorite  nosy  gay.  he  didn’t  get  flustered  easily,  which  explained  why  he  didn’t  back  down  and  mind  his  own  business.  the  story  would  be  different  if  he  felt  a  defensive  vibe  coming  from  the  other,  but  so  far,  he  just  seemed  rather  open  and  kind.  not  that  maxxie  could  be  listed  as  the  best  judge  of  character,  though.  “ ooo,  a  song! ”  his  fingers  tap  against  the  bench,  turning  his  attention  to  the  other  male  and  grinning  ear  to  ear.  “ like…  a  love  song? ”  a  neat  brow  is  raised,  followed  by  him  snapping  his  fingers.  “ ooo,  or  is  this  just  a  song  about  someone?  about  you? ”  a  pause,  which  is  soon  followed  by  unexplained  rambling.  “ you  know,  i’ve  always  wanted  to  be  musically  inclined,  write  songs  and  stuff,  play  the  guitar  or  whatever,  but  i  can  barely  even  get  through  a  predicate  without  losing  interest. ”  he  wasn’t  a  musician  by  any  means,  but  he  was  very  artistically  inclined  in  another  direction.  “ like,  once  upon  a  time,  my  mum  hired  a  piano  teacher,  to  try  to  get  me  to  play  the  piano  like  my  nan  used  to,  and  it  didn’t  last.  i  was  easily  bored. ”  he  preferred  music  like  edm,  going  to  raves  and  stuff.  he  could  never  sit  through  operas  the  way  his  parents  wanted  him  to.  “ i  don’t  have  the  patience,  so  i  think  it’s  so  wicked  that  you’re  out  here  writing  songs  so  effortlessly. ”  he  pauses,  somehow  forcing  himself  to  not  glance  back  down  at  the  paper.  “ i’m  maxence,  by  the  way,  but  everyone  just  calls  me  maxxie. ”

Tae wasn't entirely sure that he could agree with the other's sentiments, but he wasn't about to say no to the offer of a free drink either. It wasn't as though it was something that happened to him all that often. He took the drink and nodded his head, a slight laugh smile curving onto his lips as he took a sip —- yeah, so it was okay, although maybe he just wasn't the biggest fan of tea. The way the other kept glancing to what he'd been working on, wasn't lost on him, but he waited for him to bring it up first. "Worst month of the year," he offered in response. It always had been for him, the same with the whole of winter, he just wasn't a fan in the slightest. "Oh." He sounded surprised when the question was asked, even though he'd expected it." Working on a song," he answered him.

[elisedonut]

Camboy!Perclin Au??

is this anything??

My first thought was Colin being one in a otherwise normal verse and it just being something Percy comes across one day because Penny finally convinced him to get a computer and he just doesn't recognize him at all

but the opposite also sounds fun just need more of a push for Percy to do it

you know gap moe and all that

he doesn't seem like the type and that makes it more enticing plus it would make sense for him to hide his face which gives more room for fun like having them interact without realizing

but it also has the added benefit of Colin being easily pulled in later with a photography job or offering his skills Id still want him to just find the site and be his obsessive self first though

watching every night being just a little creepy

probably knowing exactly who he is after a certain point depending on what kind of Colin this is

[makiswirl]

can i just say. and this is probably a niche hill to die on. that i am so gobsmacked every time someone vaguely hints at the idea that jotaro doesn't care meaningfully for the other crusaders, usually particularly kakyoin and joseph, when those two actually tend to be the ones he reacts to being hurt the hardest

like he cares for his loved ones!!!! that literally plays into his character motives in every single part he shows up in!!! stop lying to me!!!!!!!

[lunaryhues]

Me: "Can I please use all this energy to draw on an actual project"

My brain: "You will draw the same character over and over and you will like it."

Me: "Okay."

[championofthefade]

Sharing my thoughts on this because I caught your Blackwall-Solas mood:

Solas doesn’t outright lie like Blackwall. As the anon said, Solas’ go to phrase is “I saw it in the Fade.” Which, since he is a Dreamer and can be in the Fade while he sleeps, doesn’t necessarily mean he is lying. It’s about the what with Solas. He knows the orb is elvhen because it is his. He knows a bit about Corypheus because Solas gave the orb to him. I love how far the “I saw it in the Fade” stretches with Solas.

Love it when he disapproves you asking when he’s been at court, because in that moment he can’t explain it away with ‘in the Fade’. He says “Oh. Well, never… directly, of course. An elven apostate is rarely invited to speak with empresses and kings. But from the Fade, I have watched dynasties form and empires crumble. It is sometimes savage, sometimes noble. And always fascinating.”

Solas changed the subject to something else because he was about to lie his ass off in trying to salvage the conversation.

The humble apostate play is giving very “wolf in sheep’s clothing”, but if you take Solas apart a little, he is still very much Wisdom at his core. And we learn in Veilguard via letter to a romanced!Inquisitor that he had even grown fond of being that humble, hobo apostate because of a romanced Lavellan.

Meanwhile, Blackwall doesn’t know a thing about darkspawn the way a Warden would. And he could get away with hiding as a Warden because the order is secretive to begin with. And if you experienced Dragon Age in order, some of the things Blackwall says kinda were little nothings that yeah, a Warden would know that so why question it?

The thing is with Blackwall, he doesn’t lie about himself when he talks about his past. The unfortunate dog conversation in the tavern, the story with the chevalier. When you retrieve the badge from the Storm Coast. Telling you the story of how it had gotten there in the first place.

But what you learn about him, he still tells you about himself. About Thom Rainier. He is lying about his identity, sure, hiding behind a name that is not his and trying to do good from it.

Blackwall and Solas are so close and so different from each other that their core characteristics would speak to each other. And it does! There’s banter where they are talking about being soldiers, where Solas’ “young and hot blooded” lines come from.

They may be hobos and liars, but they are really neat and I think more people should talk about them.

blackwallmancers and solasmancers are so similar 😭 like one is out in the wilderness lying his ass off and playing dress up(essentially let’s be real we’ve all given him warden armor) and the other is doing the same shit!! Oh, so cool Solas, humble apostate, my good friend Solas. So cool he sees things… From the Fade. Like we really walk together in these things. I feel bad for the girlies(gender neutral) that love BOTH THESE DISASTERS

Ur taste is impeccable. I'm going to rant about them below because now you got me in a Solas-Blackwall mood LOL

I'm surprised there aren't more people comparing the two! There's a fair bit to explore with them. I think one of my favourites with Blackwall is that he wants to be a folkhero, and I feel like at some point Solas wanted to be something like a Champion to his people (even though we know he only ever wanted to be Wisdom). He did become one to some extent as Fen'Harel! And maybe he sees this in Blackwall as well, which is one of the reasons he sounds so betrayed in tone and dialogue after BW's revelations. He thinks, in his hurt, that Blackwall was no better than his old companions (the Evanuris)

You ran away rather than face what you had done. I wonder if that's what Solas feels like he did??

But then he apologizes later with what I consider to be one of the best lines in all three games:

They're both heroes!! They're both trying to heal the past. But where Blackwall is trying to move forward, Solas is stuck (and I wonder if he envies BW for this). All of the Inquisition companions are foils to Solas but I really, really adore what Blackwall is to Solas. I LOVE that Blackwall is out there in the wilderness trying to help in little ways, using his lie to his advantage for good. asfhjkfjk

I LOVE OUR HOMELESS LIARS.

[a-most-beloved-fool]

If Spock and Jim merged into one being (no euphemism here lol) like Tuvix, what do you think the personality of the new being would be like? What impact do you think that would have had on the lives of both of them after they separated again? I love your headcanons, thanks for the answers!

thanks for the question!! <3

Hmmm... I think they would work pretty well as one being, actually. I'm thinking about all of those quotes from Roddenberry about how Kirk and Spock were supposed to represent two halves of a whole person, so I have to assume that they would be quite content. Though, disclaimer as I continue: I have not yet seen any of Voyager - there might be aspects of Tuvix's combination that I don't take into account because I don't know they exist. If so, uh, sorry. My bad.

For the sake of avoiding confusion, I'll call the merge Kirok (after the name Kirk chose when he lost his memories in The Paradise Syndrome). (Also, I fear that calling him "Kock" would have... deleterious effects on the readability of this post... for no reason at all...)

I do think that Kirok would, overall, have the best parts of Kirk and Spock. Combined, they are tactically fearsome. With Kirk's intuition and understanding of people and Spock's knowledge of statistics and science, Kirok is brilliant. However, I do think that Kirok would be a worse captain in practice than if Kirk and Spock simply had a mental bond. Part of the brilliance of Kirk and Spock as a command team is that, while they very much respect one another and take the other's opinion into account, they do also. regularly ignore each other's advice. And this is usually to their benefit! They each take risks that the other wouldn't, and, often, it saves them (in part because they always back each other up, even when doing things they don't agree with. Spock will be like "this is unwise" and Kirk will say "maybe, but I'm doing it anyways" and Spock will just... go with it.). But, if they were one person, I think that impulsiveness would be tempered. The Kirk part would have a brilliant idea, the Spock part would say "wait, there is too much risk, we can make a better plan," and then Kirok would lose his chance to act. When they're separate people Spock is ride-or-die for all of Kirk's decisions, but when they're one person, the Spock half won't always allow those decisions to be made at all (and also won't necessarily be able to tell when he does need to rein things in a bit). (Also Kirk and Spock both tend to be reckless, and then rely on the other to save them - as Kirok, who would back him up when he needed it? Bones would, but he's a medical officer. He simply can't do everything they would have. And, no matter how good of a first officer Kirok got (probably Sulu?), they couldn't be that good.)

I also think that Kirok wouldn't be quite as at ease with his position on the ship as Spock and Kirk individually were. The Spock part of him loves science far too much to just abandon it. He wants to spend time in the labs! He wants to make discoveries! Likewise the Kirk part of him can't truly be anything but a Captain. So, Kirok stays a captain, but he's less passionate about it (or, rather, more passionate about things that aren't it). This doesn't actually affect Kirok's satisfaction - it just affects his performance and relationships with others. He might spend off-duty time working on science experiments (which he can no longer do during shift, due to captaining) and neglect forming bonds with his crew, and he might place more focus than usual on scientific discovery missions.

As for the crew... Well, it's not as weird of a change as they expected. As expected, Kirok is less outwardly friendly than Kirk, and more outwardly friendly than Spock, but he's - cohesive. He still feels like their commanding officers. His humor tends to be a bit drier than Kirk's was, but he's a very compassionate and reasonable captain. (Tbh I tend to think that Kirk is actually more of a hardass than Spock (people just assume Spock is worse due to being Vulcan), so some crewmembers are surprised when Kirok is more lenient about certain things than Kirk would have been. Not lenient about cruelty or anything genuinely important to the safety of the ship, but about other things.) But, he's still not as good at making personal connections as Kirk was, and he's still inclined to spend too much time in the labs, so things aren't perfect.

Really, I think that the person having the worst time of things would be Bones, lmao. He'd have to deal with his Best Friend suddenly being the same person as The Guy He Affectionately Antagonizes (totally not a friend no how could you even think that). I think he'd be more lost than anyone else about how to address Kirok. Is this Kirk, his old friend, who he can be truly comfortable with, or is this Spock, who he snipes at and who snipes at him in turn? Who can he turn to, when the man he normally approaches for comfort is now the same being as one he doesn't want to seem too weak in front of? Does he turn to anyone else, in the meantime, or does he weather it alone?

Kirok himself, though, is actually pretty okay with the change. The different parts of himself simply - mesh well together. It's very satisfying for him, if not for his career and those around him. There's some minor bits of tension, especially regarding changes in biology and telepathic status, but, for the most part, he's doing well. The things you might expect to be major points of tension somehow... aren't. They compromise remarkably easily. (No meat, yes logic, no emotional suppression, yes casual touching, no casual relationships, yes meditation, etc.) And the Kirk and Spock parts of him both enjoy the closeness, the sense of knowing they now have for one another. They're one person, and know themself completely as they've always longed to know each other completely. (he does miss playing chess against someone who could beat him, though!)

Now, because I am Spirk-brained, I also think there's potential for Kirok to have Very Confused Feelings about discovering that the two parts of himself each had secret feelings for the other prior to the merge. There could be this odd sense of loss - like, yes, they are now technically one with one another, but they also completely missed out on their shot at a romantic relationship. They mourn what they could have had. The Spock part, especially, mourns the potentially for a telepathic bond (because with how smoothly they've integrated with one another, it surely would have been a strong one). So, as much as Kirok does enjoy existing as Kirok, I think he might be more willing to attempt separating back into two parts than I believe Tuvix was.

And, when they're two separate people again, they both feel like they're missing some part of themself, even once they've begun their new romantic relationship - but quickly discover that a mental link between them fills that hole. (And then, of course, because they are hopeless and in love, the "medicinal mental link" very quickly just becomes a marriage bond. They're like "well, we've already been one person and liked that well enough... a marriage bond is hardly anything different!" To Spock's endless pleasure, they are highly compatible and have a remarkably strong bond.) The mental link also allows them to have the same quick reaction times and combined brilliance of Kirok without the negative side effects of their own individual strengths being tempered. (they're also like. annoyingly codependent for a bit after Kirok's separation. oh boy are they always touching. "it gives them emotional security." bones looks at them in disgust (he loves it).)

Or, if we wanted to be McSpirk-brained... I'm enjoying the imagery of Kirok (who both had crushes on Bones as well as on one another) just directing all of that missed romantic potential onto Bones, who is... like, he's not not into it (Kirk was hot, Spock was hot, ergo Kirok is hot), but he also misses and loved his Original friends, and so he is very torn between accepting Kirok's advances and trying to find a way to split them apart again. (Flustered Bones, flustered Bones!! I do love flustered Bones!! He is blushing and stammering and having multiple ethical crises all at once. They never covered this in Starfleet Medical...) He also doesn't quite know whether Kirok's feelings truly belonged to both Kirk and Spock or not, and doesn't think that Kirk or Spock would truly act on it if they were in their normal state, so a small selfish part of him wonders if that's the only chance he has to be with them (even if it's not quite the same 'them' he fell in love with). And then, of course, there's the fear that trying to get back the original Kirk and Spock will actually just kill them! Yeah, poor Bones has a rough time of things. But, when everything is fixed, he does still wind up getting two boyfriends out of it. It all works out in the end?

[necrotic-nephilim]

there is not enough femslash in batcest circles. the girls deserve to be just as weird about each other as the boys are. if BruDick gets to be weird father/son/brothers/lovers/friends/rivals/soulmates then it is only fair that Babs/Cass get to be mother/daughter/sisters/lovers too. Something about that deep intrinsic but undefinable love that is born out of trauma, especially if you consider Cass not knowing what healthy love looks like in the first place. i think it's fun and deserves just as much fandom content.

besides that, you can get even more niche with rarepairs like Helena/Steph. Huntress/Spoiler: Blunt Trauma is already a fantastic comic and even though it's their only real canon interaction it has so much potential. very comparable to TimJay in how Helena tries to get Steph to understand her morals and the corruption you could play with it.

batman: huntress/spoiler: blunt trauma (1998)

that comic also highlights on how both Steph and Helena are outcasts of the Batfamily and don't have the approval of Bruce to be doing what they do in "his city". I think there's so much Potential in Helena taking Steph under her wing because Bruce won't let her in and it becomes a weird codependent toxic sapphic mess. I think the protectiveness Helena feels over Steph from the get-go is so clear and the way she wants to look out for Steph, wants to make sure Steph understands the real world? I love them. Helena should be allowed to steal Steph, actually. I think it'd be fun.

there are a lot of other possibilities too like Babs/Steph or even getting weird with Helena Bertinelli/Helena Wayne and the existential question of "is it selfcest or not." But these two specifically live in my head rent-free, especially Helena/Steph and one day I'll convince everyone else to ship it too.

[in-asterism]

wheee

[seaglassdinosaur]

I know we collectively agree that Hiccup isn’t romantically inclined, and his getting married and having kids didn’t make sense in the epilogue, but consider: Hiccup getting married for political reasons.

It’s a marriage of alliance, which is recognized both by him and his partner, and they enter it without expectations of romantic involvement. Since they’re now married, they live in the same castle, spend time together, and Hiccup finds he really likes his spouse. They’re funny, get along with his friends, and has the same interests and values. They both probably speak multiple languages. She understands why Hiccup is so dedicated to making the Wilderwest better, and holds similar views. She’s a good politician (her job after all, was to be an ambassador). Hiccup likes spending time with them, and the feeling is mutual. They’re not in love, they have their own lives, but they’re dedicated to each other and eventually decide to raise children. They teach their kids how to train hawks and hunt with dragons, riding, history, the Languages, and all the necessary skills of their world. They’re not in love and they’re happy together.

[the-binding-blade]

the black knight

[oceandiagonale]

Actually, Guzman is his spanish name.

OH YEAH some other folks pointed that out too, makes sense since it's an irl Spanish name (probably why I see it around a lot!) 😳

(normally it's a surname, I've only seen it used as a first name once in a blue moon -- but also in the pokemon world it's pretty clear that naming conventions aren't the same lol)