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absolutebl · 11 months ago

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This Week in BL - I'm Late, I know

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2024 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - we waiting 2 weeks I guess? Bah.

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 13fin - I wasn't impressed by the last ep at all. Trash watch happened here.

My final thoughts:

Based on alittlebixth's omegaverse novel #พิษเบ๊บ’ set in the world of car racing omegaverse. Thailand brought us the world's first omegaverse BL but then failed to lean into the courage of its a/b/o convictions by not emphasizing the difference between our world & theirs, adding & subtracting characters & allegiances + a weak ending. With earnest performances, enthusiastic sex scenes, a fantastic side couple, and some delightful scenery chewing - the actors tried… poor things. It's just the story failed both them and their parent genre. Frankly? I just wanted it to be more outrageous and trashy, since I never expected it to be good. Instead, it was just… meh. 7/10

(Imma remind all the newbies that this is not unprecedented from me with hugely popular BL.)

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 10 of 12 - I like it but there’s a high % of this show that doesn’t interest me. Anything to do with the side couple, or the friend group, or the cooking competition drives me into a comatose state of UGH. That means that in this episode, I paid attention to about 5 minutes worth.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - I'm ready for this to be done. I think they were trying to be this year's Big Dragon, but they just aren't good enough. I really didn’t need a third couple.

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 - I'm warming up to FueangKrom a bit. It’s cute. I am finding the pacing interesting. That pacing might be bad, but right now it’s simply different.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 5-6 of 8 - I still love this show a lot, but this 2 ep installment felt a little disjointed. I’m not sure if that’s the narrative structure or the subs. The captions are shockingly bad for a KBL and I don’t have enough Korean to make up for their clear failings.

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - Oh the return of the manic pixie dream ex. This is all very high school drama for purportedly grown-up adults. But them both being jealous and then kissing was sweet.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - They remain adorable and the sunshine robot is very sweet. But it is a little slow.

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 3 of 6 - I prefer the episodes when we get more of them onscreen together. But this was fine.

Happy Ending (Korea Tues YT) 3fin - The ending disappointed me (are you surprised?). What can I say, not Strongberry's best as far as I’m concerned. High school besties that many could be sweethearts. I don’t like an ending that’s left up in the air. 6/10

It's Done but...

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.

It's Airing But...

[NO INTERNATIONAL] Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - yeah Japan put the smack down on our boys. Sadness. You can use a VPN if you like. Read all about it here.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 12 eps - Gave me Luminous Solution vibes. It finished, is it worth it?

Dead Friend Forever (Thai Sat iQIYI) 12 eps - finished, horror, supposed to be very philosophical, I think I'll give it a go.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting Up

2/16 My Strawberry Film (Japan Gaga) - not quite sure how much BL this one is, because... Japan, but we shall see.

2/17 A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - Khonprot, a third-year head hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through many girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks maybe a boy has a chance. Unless this is really good I probably won't I hate the WeTV interface...

Still Coming in Feb

2/24 Unknown (Taiwan Youku) 12 eps - Older brother tough guy criminal breadwinner looks after his sister and defacto adopted little brother. Little bother falls in love with him and is sent away after a stolen kiss. But when he comes back…

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

We gotta talk about LFLS this week. Look at Korea go!

Talking about a dead fish kiss, how meta! This will end up on one of my best of the year moments. I could not have been more gobsmacked.

Also something rarely directly addressed, particularly for same-sex firsts.

And then, a claiming trope, a personal favorite of mine.

Thank you Korea!

I just love them. (Pit Babe)

(Last week)

#pit babe the series #pit babe review #alanjeff #cooking crush #thai bl #love for love's sake #kbl #korean bl #Perfect Propose #Although I Love You and You #Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka #japanese bl #AntiReset #Taiwanese bl #cherry magic thailand

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catholic-paladin · 9 days ago

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Minthara:

Yes, yes, yes, I know Minthara is evil, but she's also ruthlessly intelligent, a paragon of logical process, and a true stoic. While all the other companions are running around having mental breakdowns and displaying fatherless behavior, Minthara is strategizing and planning her next moves, psychoanalyzing everyone in camp and figuring out their weaknesses because she knows a team is only as strong as its weakest link. She's a natural leader in that regard, and she knows the value of self discipline:

"He has been deprived of freedom and strong blood for so long that he is addicted to both. While those addictions have their hold on him, he is still a slave." > He'll be a slave to his blood-thirst as long as he lives. "And while you live, you'll be enslaved to your appetites and hungers. We all feed on something, and if we are deprived of it, we will fight for it."

(discussing Astarian)

She's laser focused and knows what she wants even when her plans and allegiances shift throughout the game. And despite her surprising sense humor she always maintains a sense of poise, reasonable confidence, and taciturnity. She speaks her mind but doesn't contribute to meaningless flowery conversation -brevity is the soul of wit after all.

She is direct and logical but she's not incapable of feeling. She knows how to love and be vulnerable, but she also knows when its appropriate to engage those feelings and when to suppress them

“Loving another is not soft, wizard. It is one of the hardest things a person can do.”

She's one of the wisest and most emotionally mature characters in the whole game. When asked about Karlach she philosophizes on the gravity of mortality, the fleetingness of life, and the merit of living in the moment.

Despite their extreme differences of character, she actually admires Karlach for her earnesty, strength and commitment to living:

I have never know anyone so ferocious and unassailable in battle, and yet so fragile and impermanent in their very being. I often think of mortality as a curse. In time, all that I am and all that I have known and learned will be lost. In time, our cities will be dust. Karlach does not seem to have such anxieties. Perhaps because she cannot afford to. She exists in the moment and she will burn out and be gone in a moment. There is something very beautiful about that.

All of this said, she is definitely evil, as are her ambitions. She is merciless towards the weak (or those she deems weak) -a result of being raised in Menzoberranzan and Lolth sworn society. Even the writers seem to hold to the opinion that she is irredeemable, but I reject the notion of an irredeemable soul. To say that such an adaptive and rational character as Minthara is incapable of change and personal growth, would in my opinion, be antithtical to her nature and intellect.

#minthara #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #character analysis #I had to write this bitch up three times because tumblr fcking sucks #so please appreciate my pain if nothing else #i really like stoic characters and writers often mess up female stoics #so its nice to see bg3 get it right even if minty doesn't get a whole lot of attention

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trulybetty · 1 year ago

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Sick Day

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader (no use of Y/N) Word Count: 1,581 Warnings: Pure fluff, talk of not feeling well, cooking, caretaking, and on brand Marcus Pike. Summary: Marcus never cancels dates, and if he does it usually comes with his own brand of romantic gestures to make up for it. So when he doesn't, you know something isn't quite right. AO3: Linked

A/N: It's been a week - but this had been sitting in my WIP folder unfinished for a while and this prompted me to finish this piece of pure fluff.

Sick Day.

Marcus was not accustomed to feeling helpless. Being weak or vulnerable was not part of his persona, not part of what made Marcus Pike who he was.

His sickness had come on suddenly, a relentless fever accompanied by a deep, hacking cough. Marcus was not one to fall ill often, and when he did, he had always soldiered through, never allowing weakness to dictate his schedule. But this was different; this was not something he could ignore. His body was not cooperating, and all his attempts to carry on were futile.

The fever alone had struck with a vengeance. His body ached, his throat was on fire, and even the faintest hint of light sent his head spinning into oblivion. A normally robust Marcus was reduced to a shivering mess, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, his mind clouded by the relentless throb of a migraine.

And yet, the real disquiet lay not in his physical discomfort but in a new and unexpected vulnerability. The one person he sought to impress, care for, and be strong for, was now seeing him at his weakest.

You.

From the early days of your relationship, Marcus had been the one to shower you with romantic gestures, much to your chagrin at times. Breakfasts in bed, spontaneous day trips, surprise gifts — he'd done it all. It was how he'd always been, it was how past relationships had dictated how he should operate to ensure that his love interest remained enamoured, entranced and with him.

But you were different.

You didn't expect anything from him. You didn't need grand gestures or elaborate displays of affection. Your love was calm, steady, and unconditional. It was a love that sought no repayment, demanded no proof, and required no theatrics.

And it was something Marcus had never experienced before.

He had sent you a text message that he had to skip your date night and you’d looked at your phone warily. The two of you had been together for quite some time now and this was not his usual MO. Marcus Pike didn’t just cancel dates, you had cancelled dates sure, but never Marcus without a flurry of rearranged reservations or a bouquet of flowers at your door.

So when you showed up at his doorstep on your way to work, your eyes wide with concern with a bag full of remedies, Marcus was utterly unprepared. Especially when you said you were going to call in to work and take the day off when you realized how sick he was. The truth was, no one had ever taken a day off work to care for him. No one had ever put him first in quite the same way.

Once inside Marcus's apartment, the evidence of his illness was palpable. The usually immaculate space was in mild disarray, evidence of his discomfort. Marcus was bundled on the couch, looking both vulnerable and endearing, his face flushed and his eyes glazed.

He had tried to protest, to insist that he was fine, that you didn't need to trouble yourself. But the words had come out slurred, his voice weak and barely above a whisper.

“You look awful,” you'd said, your intention sympathetic, as you brushed a damp lock of hair from his forehead.

Your hand had felt cool and soothing against his fevered skin and he leant into it, his eyes closed.

“It’s okay.” he tried to assure you.

You laughed at his failed attempt to convince you, “It’s not okay, for starters your voice sounds terrible.”

“Sounds worse than it is.” he gave you what he thought was an unabashed smile, but came out crooked and tired.

You just stared at him incredulously, “You just almost coughed up a lung.”

“I’m fine.” he tried to sit up but the sudden movement caused him to double over in a fit of coughing.

You placed the back of your hand against his forehead, “Case in point. You’re not fine Marcus, you’re burning up.”

“It’s just a cold,” he insisted.

“Marcus, you need to rest,” you'd chided, your tone gentle but firm as you led him to his bedroom. “I'm here now. Let me take care of you, please.”

And so you did.

The hours turned into a day, and then another, your presence a constant. You sat at his kitchen table, replying to emails and calls between checking his fever and ensuring he took his medication. When he asked you to stay overnight that first night you’d obliged his ask in his vulnerable state. So you’d watched movies with him, choosing his favourites, even though he’d drifted in and out of sleep throughout.

It was three days longer than the original one you planned on staying when he was looking and feeling more like himself. You were both in the kitchen, you preparing dinner, while he watched on.

“So where did you learn how to make this?” Marcus asked, fatigue still lingering as he leaned on the countertop to rest his head in his hand. He watched diligently as you added ingredients to the ceramic pot atop the stovetop. The smell of the simmering food was already permeating the apartment making your mouth water.

It was one of, if not your number one comfort meal. You’d experienced it at a tiny restaurant years ago in a quiet city off the main drag of flashy restaurants and bars. The only good things to come of a past failed date, one whose name now you couldn’t recall even if you tried. While the relationship hadn’t gone anywhere you’d gone back repeatedly to the small establishment time and time again and learned how to make it yourself.

“Want a taste?” you asked him, offering a spoon laden with a sample to taste. He watched in amusement as you blew on it to cool it down, “Here you go, try.”

Marcus tentatively tasted the food and felt a sting on his tongue from the heat, but smiled at the ability to finally be able to taste something, “My taste buds may not be quite back up to par,” he said, “but this, this is delicious.”

You grinned, “Good, it means you’re getting better.”

Marcus pulled himself away from the counter and stepped up behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Even now, while he was slowly recovering, this simple embrace made your heart swell with affection.

“You've really been incredible these past few days,” Marcus murmured, his voice still hoarse. “I can't even begin to express how grateful I am. I'm not used to... this, you know? Being taken care of.”

You gave him a gentle smile, as you dried your hands off with a kitchen towel and lowered the heat on the pot.

You twisted around in his arms to face him, tucking a stray lock of hair back from his forehead. “It was my pleasure, Marcus,” you said with a smile.

He was silent for a moment, taking in what you said. That one sentence soothing to years of a self-imposed belief that he should always be the caretaker, the provider. “Thank you,” he spoke softly.

“Since you're feeling much better now, I’d better think about getting back to my place,” you said, puncturing the comfortable quiet of the room. You were trying to sound casual, but it was obvious that your presence wasn’t intended to be a long-term thing; Marcus understood this, yet he still felt a twinge of sadness.

“But it's Friday,” he retorted, his voice carrying the softest note of protest. “Maybe you could stay for the weekend? Now that I'm feeling better, I can find a way to thank you properly.” A mischievous glint shone in Marcus's eyes as he smiled slowly. “Since you’ve been playing nurse so well, maybe it’s time for the patient to return the favour and take care of you?” he finished, his voice dropping into a suggestive tone, making the implication all but transparent.

But before he could elaborate, his words were interrupted by a sudden coughing fit. The rough, barking sound filled the apartment, and Marcus grimaced as he cleared his throat. Covering his mouth with his forearm, he tried to suppress another cough as he failed to stop the onslaught of another fit.

You let out a loud and throaty laugh as you filled Marcus a glass of water. “Okay, maybe we'll hold off on the whole nurse-and-patient role-play for now.”

Marcus joined in, his laughter tinged with a hint of self-deprecation once he’d finished with the water you'd poured him. “Maybe you're right. But the offer to stay the weekend still stands.”

These days, such as now, in small moments of reflection Marcus was able to step back and see his previous relationships a little more clearly. They had felt solid at the time, and had seemed like they were built on a foundation of mutual understanding and love, but looking back he could tell that the foundation was merely a house of cards. Meaning one wrong move or unmet expectation and it all would have come crashing down on unrealistic standards he’d set himself.

But with you, it was different.

While Marcus was off in his own world, you returned your attention to the meal cooking on the stove. “Dinner will be ready soon. What do you think about watching a movie while we eat? You choose,” you asked..

Marcus, snapping out of his thoughts, smiled warmly. “I think that sounds perfect,” he replied.

#marcus pike #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x female reader #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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omega-puppy · 2 months ago

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I have been teetering on the edge of making this post, until a post by @pin3-vin3 (go check them out!!) made me sigh and realise I had to sit down and do this.

I’m putting a nsft warning on this, because I can’t really comment in depth about it omegaverse without at least touching on the sexual aspects. So buckle up.

Alphas

Alphas have higher social status and prestige compared to the other two secondary sexes. Similar to men within the patriarchy, alphas have an easier time getting a job, making liveable wages, and generally have much more respect within medical, law and social service systems. (For example a doctor is more likely to actually listen to and accept what an alpha is saying as a symptom or sickness rather than an omega, more on that later).

Alphas however, have a caveat to this respect. They are respected even more, when part of a pack. (More on packs later). Alphas are respected more when part of a pack because they are then seen as more dependable and successful than an alpha without a pack. An alpha with just one partner is respected more than an alpha without as well. Alpha on alpha relationships are hit and miss, some elitist alphas may see this as settling, others may see it as a strong representation of an alphas ability to accept and care for people they love.

Which brings me to my next point. Alphas and emotion. While alphas are seen as strong and protective, there is nothing inherently wrong within society with an alpha setting that aside to be what someone needs. If they need a strong and aggressive protector, an alpha will be that. An alpha might be firm with their partner, similar to a parent trying to get kids to eat vegetables, but again, that’s based on what the situation requires. If their partner responds better to gentle nurturing, alphas gain a lot of respect and reverence from adapting to that.

Scent wise, I really hate this idea that alpha scents can’t be flowery and sweet. Scents as a whole can range and are similar to a cutie mark or something, they represent the person as a whole, what they’re good at, the things they like, the scent might represent a memory or key ideal. (I.e. smelling like gunpowder and mist might be linked to watching fireworks as a kid). That being said, these scents are accompanied by undertones that alter the general vibe around them, hence the requirement for alphas to have a sense of emotional control.

An aggressive or pissed off alpha, will emit spicy or heated undertones to their scent. An alpha that’s sad will have slightly muggy undertones. An alpha trying to calm their partner may emit soothing scents like chamomile undertones. This is from alphas evolving to serve an omega as a grounding technique, but it extends to alpha on alpha too. (More on why betas are unaffected later.)

Alphas can be affected by omegas scents. A distressed omega lets out the most foul and potent odour known to man. It’s a natural deterrent. Similarly an omega in heat releases a very specific scent that attracts alphas, but not how you’d think. It makes alphas weak in the knees and all they want to do is help. This means, if an omega is aggressively against being knotted for a heat, the Alpha can’t encroach on that unless it’s incredibly necessary (like if the omega is going to die, omegas safety is paramount, similar to like, medically necessary procedures).

Scent glands are located on both sides of the neck, the wrists and the inner thighs. When scenting items, the weakest spot is the wrists, it’s generally just for a temporary mark that lasts about a week or so. The neck lasts much longer and is much stronger, it also has a more affectionate meaning, to mark something with the glands on the neck. The inner thigh is the most intimate, and gifting an item that is marked by the inner thigh is like sending a nude. It’s a very private and intimate scent that you only really see on extremely personal items like particularly important pushes or treasures.

Alphas can growl and have a command tone. This is a tone that alphas can use to convey commands that must be followed. It’s taboo and in the eyes of the court, overly aggressive (not illegal to do, but is similar to a high stakes threat) outside of bond-marked couples (more later). This command tone rings in the back of an omegas mind until it is actioned, it becomes like their own impulsive thought, and it grows stronger the longer it’s resisted. This is most often used within mate-bonded couples to get omegas to eat during their heat (which is often forgotten). But as mentioned before, can be misused and in the eyes of the law, is not illegal, but is not aligned with social morality.

Marks! An alpha can bite down on the neck gland of an omega to attempt a mark. However, this mark is only temporary, and becomes permanent when an omega does it back to the alpha. Only then can the omega actually be able to have that alpha’s pups, and that alpha alone. Marks are shared between pack mates, so yes multiple marks can be made but they myst be entirely mutual. That is, is alpha A and omega B are marked to one another, and they want to introduce Alpha C into their pack, Alpha C must mark and be marked by alpha A and omega B.

Marks that are mutual are permanent and are referred to as Bond Marks. Bond marks create a permanent bond between alphas and omegas that can only be broken on agreement of both parties, and cannot be overwritten. These bonds work at an emotional level. If a bonded marked omega gets upset, the alpha will feel a portion of that sadness. This can also translate medically and is a common part of the diagnostic process when treating bonded pairs.

Alphas have knots, when they get into a rut, knotting is at the forefront of their mind and it becomes something they are going to need. Blood pressure rises, pupils dilate and heart rate speeds up. It’s an adrenaline storm essentially, and it can lead to medical complications if not placated by knotting.

Betas

Unfortunately, in my headcannon, betas are very similar to normal humans. They can reproduce with alphas or omegas as well as each other, they don’t carry scents nor are they affected by them (they can still smell scents, they just don’t really react to them)

However, it’s incredibly common for a pack to consist of an Alpha and Omega pair with a beta third partner. These betas will wear a mark which will need to be renewed. (Because they don’t have scent glands the mark doesn’t take the same way it does for an alpha or omega). These marks are usually symbolic rather than a deep rooted bond as it is with Alphas and Omegas marking each other or others within their secondary sex.

Betas often help alphas and omegas get things done during heats and ruts. Because they’re not affected by the heavy scent of heat and rut, they can still function and get things done around the house. However, say an alpha and omega are having their rut/heat, and the alpha for whatever reason, has to leave for a time. The beta can take over for a time, comforting or using a toy or themselves (depending on the situation) to help the omega feel like they’re being rutted. (However betas don’t have the capacity to knot. So they cannot provide that sensation to an omega)

Betas are incredibly talented at being able to support their partners, and with such a large majority of the population being betas, it’s very easy to find materials and resources that help betas work out how to best support their partners or friends that need help.

Omegas

Omegas are incredibly similar to alphas in many ways, but are different in many too.

Omegas have the lowest amount of social prestige, however notably, they are not treated as *lesser*. Omegas are not considered weak or inferior. They are considered to be better suited to different roles. For example. An omega might go for a job in construction, but be perceived to be better at making coffee. This is not something that is laughed off and is a comment that’s thrown in an omegas face to put them down. It would be more of a gentle suggestion that they should take it easy and not push themselves too much.

Single omegas (un-bonded, un-packed, un-mated) are at higher risk within society, because as is the way of society, there are many who see them as easy or weak targets. So it’s not unlikely that omegas will live within apartment blocks full of omegas or even a few alpha neighbours so their scent is lingering on them when they’re out and about.

Emotionally, omegas are definitely more in touch with their emotions (note: not emotional!!! But in touch, meaning they have a greater understanding of what they feel and when). This can be misconstrued to be that they are more emotional or sensitive but that’s not necessarily true.

Omegas build nests within their homes. This isn’t always a bed, but it can be. It can be on the floor on a futon, or on a couch, sometimes even just in the corner of a room. There are slick-resistant mats you can get for the bottom of the nest, otherwise the nests are mostly constructed with blankets, soft toys, items that are sentimental and important. Omegas nests are sacred spaces, often where an omega retreats during heat. Alphas are expected to present themselves, hands behind their back, chin in the air exposing their neck glands, and receive permission before entering a nest. Not doing so can cause extreme distress for the omega, and can even cause a drop (more later).

Scent wise, of course omegas can smell hardy, Smokey, like a tree. Similar to alphas omegas also emit undertones to their scent that correspond to emotional states. Omegas in high distress emit scents that are repulsive, omegas in heat emit scents that are more attractive. Omegas can emit calming scents that help relax alphas. (This is mostly just the flip side of what alphas can do to omegas which I already went though above.

Omegas do have a need to be marked. When in heat they may beg and plead for a mark. And they may have to fight the instinct to mark an alpha back during these times. In legal cases, the responsibility lies on the Alpha, as they are viewed to be more in control during heats or ruts.

Omegas can purr which calms alphas around them similar to a calming scent. Omegas can also trill, but this is an act that is similar to chastising a child. It’s an easy way of saying stop, or be punished. Alphas do get a twinge to the back of their neck after hearing this sound, like being scruffed.

When an omega senses a rut, one of two things is the most common response. They either go into a pseudo heat, which is similar to their regular heat but instead of lasting a few days, it lasts maybe one day at most, more commonly it lasts about 3 or so hours. The other option is they are like the same sides of a magnet to the rutting alpha, just something in them makes them unable to get too close, and the alpha will usually pick up on a scent of rejection. In some cases neither of these things happen. It’s not considered abnormal or anything to worry about, it’s just rare.

Omegas in heat produce slick, helps alphas out. The slick is produced by a pair of glands in the upper area of the inside canal. Prolonged or overexposure to suppressant medication can cause complications where these glands get blocked or clotted, and it can cause intense pain and discomfort, as well as mental health problems like nest rejection and anxiety.

omegas have muscles that are designed to be pressed against, like pressure points, that can only be pressed on by knots. They line the walls just inside the opening, and require to all be pressed with enough consistent pressure, at the same time. There are aids that help achieve this to relieve the stress for omegas without an alpha or who do not want an alpha.

If on suppressant medication in a way that is not medically appropriate, if encroached on by an alpha without permission, if their nest is invaded, if their mark is damaged and in rare cases, if rejected by an alpha they particularly like, an omega can enter a drop. This can present as fever, hysteria, anxiety, panic attacks, depression and even psychosis. It takes an alpha or a group of well loved and well trusted friends, providing long term (a week at minimum) support to bring an omega out of this, through calming scents, gentle comfort and allowing rest (bringing food, cleaning the house, letting the omega stay in their nest).

Look there’s probably plenty of shit I haven’t said, I’ve been spending all day typing this out. This is just my personal idea of how this works, and like all individual ideas, it’ll probably shift and change over time. But there you go. That’s my thoughts on it, I’m gonna crawl into my nest now.

#a/b/o #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #omega #miscecanis #omega headcanons #alpha headcanons #beta headcannons #unconventional omegaverse #omegaverse headcanon

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themurdochmemesteries · 2 days ago

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Some surprise Malcoshi for @deadheaddaisy It's angsty, because that's what I do, but I hope you like it.

Also on ao3.

She finds him in the armoury, alone, picking apart a phase pistol. Exactly where she suspected he’d be. He has his back to her and doesn’t seem to hear her come in. Hoshi frowns. It’s not often one can catch the ever-perceptive Lieutenant Reed off guard, so she ensures her footsteps are loud as she walks closer. When he still doesn’t lift his head, she clears her throat.

He whirls around so suddenly he almost teeters off balance. Seeing her, he relaxes ever so subtly. “Hoshi,” he breathes.

“Hey, Malcolm.” For all her extensive vocabulary, Hoshi is, for once, at a loss for words. A dozen or so different things she could say crowd at the tip of her tongue—questions, apologies—but none of them feel right. So instead her eyes flick to the phase pistol lying in pieces on the desk. “What are you working on?”

Malcolm glances back, running his fingers through his hair. “Erm, replacing a power pack.”

“I see.”

He turns back around to face her. “Was there something you needed?”

“I just came to see if you were alright,” Hoshi says, and even as the words leave her lips, she notices Malcolm stiffen almost imperceptibly.

“I’m fine,” he says immediately.

Hoshi’s expression softens. “What you went through-”

“Was nothing.” And there’s another uncharacteristic moment, for Malcolm hardly ever interrupts anyone. “I’m fine,” he says again.

“Sure. But… it’s okay to not be, you know.”

“I know.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds.

Hoshi takes a deep breath. “Captain Archer told me. About your fear.”

And Malcolm stiffens again, his spine ramrod straight, jaw set, shoulders tense. “Is that so,” he bites out.

“The aliens… What they did was inexcusable. Regardless of whether or not ‘tests of strength’ are their tradition.”

“It was the only way to get them to talk to us.”

Hoshi frowns. “But we didn’t have to.”

“We needed the dilithium.” Malcolm turns back to the worktable, but Hoshi is nothing if not persistent—and stubborn.

“Someone else could have gone. But you volunteered. Why?”

Malcolm doesn’t answer.

Hoshi takes a step closer. “Why, Malcolm?”

Still not a word.

Hoshi grits her teeth, anger flooding through her—but not directed at the man she’s held secret affections for for the past two years. Towards the aliens who returned him to sickbay two days ago, sopping wet and borderline catatonic. “They locked you in a box and left you to drown!” she exclaims.

“I know that!” Malcolm hisses.

Hoshi grabs his shoulders and spins him around. “So why did you do it?”

He shuts his eyes.

She shakes him. “Why, Malcolm?”

He purses his lips, once again not responding.

“Do you know how difficult it was seeing you like that?” Hoshi whispers hoarsely.

He glances away. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she says. “Tell me why.”

He’s silent for a moment, and Hoshi worries he’s not going to answer again, but then he opens his mouth.

“They told us, a chain is only as strong as its weakest link,” he says in a quiet voice. “If I couldn’t face my fears…” He swallows thickly, tears crowding at his eyes.

“You’re not weak,” Hoshi assures him. “It’s their system that’s bullshit.”

He shakes his head, hands coming up to rest on her own, which still grip his shoulders loosely. He hangs his head. “I cried for help,” he whispers. “When the water got too high. I cried out for someone to save me. I couldn’t handle it.”

“I’d do the same, if I was suddenly stuck in a shrinking box,” Hoshi points out.

“You’re not the security officer.”

“But we are both human.” She reaches up, cupping his face, and to her surprise he leans into it and closes his eyes. “We can’t help that.”

He draws in a shuddering breath. “I was scared…”

“I know,” she says.

And then suddenly he’s leaning forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck and soon Hoshi feels hot tears against her skin, dampening her uniform, and before she knows it her arms are wrapped around him. “It’s alright,” she murmurs, “no one can hurt you anymore,” and she holds him as he slumps in her arms and breaks down.

#star trek enterprise #star trek ent #malcolm reed #hoshi sato #fanfiction #fanfic

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loud-kid2 · 3 months ago

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@peaches2217 KB headcanon time since it's all I've been able to do today (I have no clue what's going on, I just feel like crap for no reason)

So I HC that there are three King Boos, nobody knew that for a while since they collectively decided to fuck with everyone by pretending to be the same person. They're also triplets (based on my HC about how Boos are born, I'll share that at some point). They also have a mild Irish accent that they got from the Boo that raised them, they also all have a unique power that only they have. They have different names but share the same title, their names are Alexander, Henry and King.

This is Alex, the eldest of the three

He's the smallest and nobody knows why exactly, he's just kinda like that. His unique ability is the manipulation of sound and sonic screams, he's ok at controlling his powers but because of his extremely condensed power it's not easy to do so, when he's extremely upset or frustrated there is a very high chance his powers will act up. His job is external affairs, things like trade, alliances, and publicity stunts (kart races and sporting events mostly). Alexander is the most energetic of his brothers by far, he often needs to be reigned in either by Boo-Hoo (the guy who raised them and their advisor) or his wife Rosemarie.

The second one is Henry

The friendliest of the three, his unique ability is the manipulation of disease, he uses it on people who don't respect the dead and/or dying. Henry's got a severe fear of the dark and being confined because of a very traumatic experience where some amateur ghost hunters captured him and kept him someplace dark, Henry also hated it when his younger brother got himslef captured because he'd become extremely paranoid for a while after, he's never told anyone about what caused his fear of the dark and fear of confinement mostly because he's not ready to confront that trauma quite yet. His job is mostly internal affairs but he does have one external affairs job and that's going to political parties, mostly because he's the friendliest but also because Alex can't be trusted with alcohol, he also sometimes helps new ghosts adjust to being undead. A little fun fact about Henry is that if he is confined in a dark place for too long he will physically regress to look how he did when his trauma happened (due to a shape-shifting ability all three of them have)

The youngest is King

His unique power is contol over illusions. He's the most temperamental of his brothers, often snapping at people when he's upset, frustrated or things aren't going his way. His job is literally just managing their alliance with Bowser, other than that he spends most of his time listening to opera music (all three are fans but King's the most obsessed), restoring paintings or turning people into paintings. Before he got that gem in his crown he was actually the weakest of his brothers, any and all abilities he had weren't what they should have been, the gem put him on par with Henry, he's always been insecure about being "the weak link" of his brothers so after he got his power boost he's been over compensating by being way to overconfident and extremely aggressive.

All three of them are classically trained in a different instrument, Alexander is a violinist, Henry's a flautist and King plays a pipe organ.

The triplets are also extremely close, despite not spending much time together anymore they do keep in regular contact. When they were young they were practically inseparable, and when they were babies they'd cry when one of them had to be taken out of the other two's line of sight. They were also commonly found sleeping in a little cuddle puddle (Henry and King often found unintentionally crushing poor little Alex) as both kids and babies, despite having their own rooms as kids

@silly-inky I'm tagging you here too because of new info I haven't shared with you yet

#mario headcanons #headcanon #king boo #super mario bros

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ask-miss-marshmallow · 1 month ago

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(Oh My Gosh, one billion ty 's for answering both of my questions, I love Marshmallow, and you're posts are awesome! And I love Porky X Marshmallow ever since the Fanfic, [the one in the link] showed how beautiful it was. Huge Fan btw.)

Question: JEFF! STOOOOOOOP HURTING 'ELLIE' MARSHMALLOW, LEAVE HER ALONE! He's just one guy, the weakest link of the Chosen 4 actually, you can take him, knock him down! Or do you think you can persuade him with your sweet personality?

He... has family trouble? This man has a FAMILY?

Okay. Keep it together, Marshmallow. This is good. He is very clearly the stronger combatant here, but whatever THIS is, it has stopped him for the moment. You have time to think.

He is Jeffrey Andonuts. He blasted through all of G̷̗̐̕ỉ̵̻͝y̷͓̰̯̑̋̐̚g̶̣͚̰̔͛́̿ą̵̖̈̐̑̉s̵̠͔̯̒͜' forces and then slayed the destroyer himself, and he has only gotten stronger in the intervening years... however many he has lived. It is impossible to tell with a Phase Distorter user. This "family" is a weakness. Exploit it while you can. You can still save your friend, you can still save Kye... if he is still breathing there in that lab.

I am... what is this? Have I truly become something more than I was programmed to be? I MUST save Master Porky, I MUST. I absolutely will not be swayed, but... but still. Friendship. I have discovered it, and I cannot let it go... Priority One: Rescue Friend.

I do not know who I am anymore.

Please, someone help me.

#lil miss marshmallow #miss marshmallow #earthbound #mother 3 #earthbound winters #earthbound jeff #jeff andonuts

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fairydarlings · 5 months ago

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A Court of Fallen Stardust

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“How come Rhys gets to go but I can’t?”

“I’m older.”

“By thirteen months!”

For a seven-year-old, Rhea sure had a stern look to her. Her still chubby arms were crossed in annoyance that her brother was leaving for Windhaven, the Illyrian war-band, and she was not allowed to come.

Rhys shoved a forkful of potatoes into his mouth. “Still makes me older.”

It was their mother's turn to look at him sternly. “Don’t speak with food in your mouth, Rhysand.”

Their father had his hands at his temples. This had been an ongoing conversation for two days; Rhys was leaving and Rhea wanted to do everything her older brother was doing.

The seven-year-old turned to her father. “You said dueling is like dancing. Why can’t I have both a dancing master and a sword master?”

“And when do you expect to have time to play with swords in between your reading lessons, your riding lessons, your dance, piano, and history lessons, and your chores?” Her father leveled at her. Rhea had a quick attention span. There was always something new that quickly captured her attention, making it suddenly the most important thing for the young Fae. This obsession with becoming a warrior would soon become a thing of the past.

“Don’t forget the importance of eating, sleeping, and bathing, darling.” Her mother said from across the table. While her mother knew how upsetting this might be for her daughter, she had no interest in exposing her to the brutality of those camps until she was much older. She feared her daughter's smile might dim because of it.

Rhea suddenly became very interested in the roasted chicken before her. Truthfully, there was no time for the girl to give up all her other passions to make room for this one.

Rhys smirked at her silence. She threw a piece of asparagus at him.

“Rhea.”

The vegetable missed Rhys, landing with a splat behind his chair.

“Weren’t you the one declaring you never wished to part from Velaris? That no other city would give you such happiness?”

“I must be a female reborn.” She thought about chucking another vegetable at his smug look. Their father chuckled into his wine.

A comforting hand reached out for the girl's small one. The look in her mother’s eyes told her enough — there would only be two making the journey to Illyrian, and she was not one of them.

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After the family dined and sat in front of the fire, Rhea sunk into her mother’s bed sheets. Curling into her mother’s ribs, she listened to a story about two young lovers from feuding families. “Are you going to forget about me, mam?”

The book fell onto her mother’s lap. “Sweetheart,” She breathed into her daughter’s hair. “No amount of magic, or sickness, or pain could make me forget you. You are my sunshine in the darkest days.”

Her mother reached for the brush on her nightstand. Gently, she began brushing and braiding Rhea’s hair. “It’s time, however, for your brother to understand what builds true power. Magic can easily be wiped away or snuffed out. He needs to know how to defend himself, how to lead an army, how to survive in the cold. These things will only make him stronger, make him a better High Lord. I promise, there is nothing in Illyria for you. They are not kind to females.”

“Father says an army is only as strong as its weakest link.” A raven-colored braid loosely fell down her back. “I don’t want to be the weak link.”

Worrying indigo eyes met warm, comforting hazel. Her mother reached out to push a stray hair behind her ear. “There are other ways to help an army without combat. Knowledge is power, sweetheart. What good is a battle plan if you do not know your enemy? Of the territory you fight in? You are to protect Velaris. If the soldiers have no home to return to, what is worth fighting for?”

Rhea nodded.

“I know a month seems like forever, but I’ll see you again before you can even miss me.” Her mother whispered.

They both looked up as her father walked into the bedroom, Rhys following behind. The girl kissed her father and mother goodnight, before jumping on her brother’s back, squealing as she did. His long and skinny legs carried her towards the children’s wing of the House. By the time the pair had reached Rhea’s room, her eyes were fighting sleep.

Rhys placed the half-asleep girl into her bed, covering her feet with extra blankets. No matter the weather, Rhea was always cold. He flicked his wrist towards the fireplace, hoping to create a small blaze.

Flames erupted at the end of the room. He gasped, still slowly understanding the power within him. He flicked his wrist again, picturing the smaller blaze he wanted in his mind. The flames shrunk down to a flicker, giving the girl some warmth.

He stood up. “Goodnight Rhea.”

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She stood at the entryway of the House, still waving fanatically at her brother and mother as they flew into the sunrise. Her father had already disappeared back inside but Rhea was waiting until it they got swallowed up by the sun.

Her wings shuttered at the cold breeze brushing by. Deciding to summon them this morning, she and Rhys flew to the highest balcony to eat breakfast together.

“Are you nervous?” Rhea asked, biting into her quickly cooled bacon.

Her brother shrugged. “A little. I don’t really know what I’m getting myself into. But hopefully, I’ll make friends.” He drank deeply from his fruit juice. “Without father being father all the time, maybe I’ll actually get the chance.”

Rhea was Rhysand’s only friend in all of Velaris. He had tried. A lot. There were a lot of boys his age in the city, but when their father decided Rhys would not be attending the local school and instead be educated at home, it left him very little social time. And with what little time he did have to be social, their father filled up his clock with official court duties.

According to Brennus, it was never too early to start High Lord training.

Rhea liked being her brother’s friend. But she liked having her own friends, too, and wanted the same for Rhys.

“You will,” The young girl nodded. “And when you do, promise me you’ll write all about them. And what the camp looks like. And what they teach you in swordplay, specifically the techniques and positions. Not that I’m planning on practicing or anything.”

Rhys snorted and agreed. A new set of wings was flying into view, stopping mid-air in front of the balcony. Their mother had come to say goodbye.

Though she promised herself she wouldn’t cry, she couldn’t stop the tears silently flowing down her cheeks as she hugged the warmth of her mother and brother.

They both whispered into her ear, “I’ll see you in a month, I promise.”

But a month was forever to a seven-year-old. So, watching as they flew off, Rhea felt the gnawing chill of absence begin to settle in her bones, missing them deeply already.

･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆

Rhys made good on his promise to write about life at Windhaven. His first arrived a week after their departure. Rhea read it so many times the edges of the paper began to fray.

Rhea —

Things started off shaky here. If you are ever allowed to come visit, don’t wear new training clothes. Apparently, it’s encouraged to fight over things like clothing, especially with the amount of penniless bastards here. Needless to say, I got pummeled on my first day by one of those bastards.

His name is Cassian. He’s a year older and a million times better at fighting. Devlon, the camp Lord, unfortunately won’t let him advance out of his age group because of his birth status. They also don’t provide clothing or proper shelter for bastards.

After he beat me to shreds, I looked outside that night to see him practicing, even as a bad blizzard raged on. He looked frigid, so I went out and asked what he was doing.

“Fighting off the cold,” He said. It hit me then that we’ve never experienced true desperation. Even if we think father can be tough, at least we always have a warm bed and food. I told him to stay with me and mam. He laughed in my face, naturally. But by the next night, he stood outside pounding on the door, asking if he could stand by the fire for a little.

You would’ve said yes, too.

Cassian has stayed with us for the rest of the week. Mam wouldn’t let him leave, even if at first she was livid. He can be arrogant and he makes jokes that aren’t funny and he is certainly too loud, but I think I like him, weirdly enough.

If anything, he taught me how to throw a good punch.

Anyway, I thought you’d like this story. Maybe I’m on my way to making friends. I’m definitely on my way to holding a sword properly. It feels good to make progress.

Write back soon with tales of the lovely city. I don’t think the stars are as beautiful here as they are in Velaris.

Rhys

#acofs #azriel acotar #azriel fanfic #azriel #azriel x rhys!sister #acotar

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WILD CARD OF WITCHES DUELS - Battle 53: Amity Blight vs Viney

Disclaimer: This is not a popularity contest or which character you prefer, in this tournament, you decide who is stronger/better/smarter/etc. opponent.

information for both opponents under the cut to those who don't know what they can do in their battle:

Viney:

Viney specializes in both Beast-Keeping magic and Healing Magic. She doesn't show spells of other kinds. For the purposes of this tournament, I allow Viney to have a powerset established by MoringMark's comics due to him fleshing out her capabilities in the "A Hint of Blue" comic storyline and his comics being beloved by the fan base.

Viney and Amity never really interacted with one another directly but both of them have mutual friends in Willow, Luz, Gus, and Hunter, so overall they're on friendly terms. However, both of them are to an extent competition freaks going all out, bloodthirsty hands down. Viney is not giving up her spot and will fight anyone that will come her way (she's especially rolled up as she's pretty much the weakest of the finalist and it does bug her a bit).

Viney is an absolutely fierce and intimidating competitor who will stop at nothing to win. She can get even more ruthless and petty when facing her friends claiming them to be traitors. Her magic is also quite impressive if not prodigious. The girl is absolutely skilled and at times quite chaotic. Viney's in it to win. She can be however a bit hasty in her approach. Viney has plenty of physical strength to back up her punch.

Viney does possess a Palisman and is quite a proficient flyer. With her fighting spirit, she is capable to rush at her opponents furiously and knock them out with her physical strength. However, at the same time, she gets tunnel vision due to this and her attack can still be blocked knocking her out in the process.

Quick Heal - Viney is capable of very quickly healing wounds of hers or others (only available during Battle Royale when it comes to other people, no way she's healing her opponents unless it's after the battle but that's debatable due to her personality). According to Viney, the only scars she has are emotional making her quite a proficient healer who can leave the battle without a single scratch on her.

Healing Shield - Viney is capable of creating a shield-shaped hand to block any attacks coming her way. From simple bullets to even raging streams.

Medical Knowledge - Viney has enough experience to come up with remedies on the fly while also understanding both the strong and weak spots of the body of any witch/demon, meaning Viney knows where it hurts the most and you bet she will use that knowledge to her advantage.

Griffin Companion - Viney can summon Puddles to aid her in battles. Puddles can at times be wilder even than Viney herself, but Viney is still his master and he listens to her commands. Puddles is both strong and smart, a large griffin that can give Viney's opponent just as much of a hard time and is even more fierce than Viney, dealing huge damage. Also much like other griffins he probably possesses spider breath, which Viney can use to attack her opponents with an army of crawling spiders. Viney can ride him naturally.

Muscle Growth - power-up which came from MoringMark's comic. Viney can enhance her muscle to enhance her own strength to a superhuman level when attacking her opponents. (I will not post screenshots of Mark's comics but I will leave parts of the comics where he demonstrated this ability so you can support HIS art).

Equipment attack - power-up which came from MoringMark's comic. Thanks to her medical knowledge, Viney can throw medical equipment at her opponents using this or get her hands on a weapon of said equipment.

The comics of Moringmark in question

Link to more of Viney's capabilities here

Amity Blight:

Amity Blight naturally specializes in Abomination Magic the most, but she does so capacity in knowing spells of other tracks like Plants and Illusion, but it's very limited.

I will mention Amity's moves just by name to not make this post too cramped, and in the title, there's a link to Amity's main character profile debunking all her moves.

Amity and Viney never really interacted with one another on-screen, but both of them have mutual friends in the form of Hexsquad, so they themselves are on friendly terms. Granted, both of them can be a bit of competition freaks and go all out and bloodthirsty during this battle. In the end, Viney is the only thing that currently stands between Amity's battle with Luz, and they promised to each other that they would get to fight in the finals and Amity absolutely intends to keep this promise and will crush anyone who will try to take hat away.

Amity is a very skilled, talented, cool-headed, and pragmatic fighter. Hardly does she lose composure when battling even strong opponents, displaying plenty of agility and athleticism (as shown in her battle with Hunter and Grom, which is also given considering she was a former captain of the grudgby team at Hexside), and can be both a powerhouse using plenty of strength or a mastermind coming up with tricks on the fly while outsmarting her opponents with her skillset. Very dangerous, and even more so once she puts more passion into her battle. Hardly there are any weak spots or flaws in her battling style, but she can still be overpowered. Abomination Magic in particular feels to be weaker than Construction Magic for example, and it can be rendered useless when dealing in an environment with no mud. Granted Amity holds abomination goo with her so at most, she's going to be weakened. Amity is capable of controlling any slime or mud she comes in contact with.

Amity does wield a Palisman named Ghost and according to herself, she's a "safe flyer". This means she's overall pretty proficient and skilled in her flying capabilities, but at the same time, it means she's not a real aerial ace like Luz or Hunter for example. She's skilled enough to not easily fall off by herself, but as proven in her battles with Hunter (both EL and TTT), she's not fast enough to necessarily avoid being hit in midair. Granted she can still be faster than average and have better reflexes than average, but still not enough to beat some real aerial aces. She is proficient in staff-wielding, being capable of using it to enhance her own spells.

Light Spell

Projection Spell

Voice Change - Amity is capable of briefly changing her voice to sound whoever she wants like to sound. Her real voice however can still be heard through, but it could be used as a brief distraction during Battle Royale or maybe to mess up some verbal spells of other casters (like beast-keepers, though it's hard to tell if it would actually work, or Alador's Abomatons as proven in Reaching Out).

Oath Spell

Thorn Bolt

Shield Spell

Barrier Spell

Fire Ball

Abomination Golem

Abomination Bullet

Abomination Block

Abomination Shield

Abomination Slide

Abomination Root Attack

Abomination Arms

Giant Abomination Arm

Abomination Lasso

Abomination Bind

Abomination Bubble

Abomination Blade

Abomination Gauntlet

Abomination Wave

Abomination Construct

Abomination Multiple Hands

Abomination Tendrils

Abomination Hand Block

Abomination Arm Attack

Abomination Arm Stream

Abomination Hand Wave

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marsipaniscool · 10 months ago

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Santana really did have a shit life. First, his family was massacred. Then he got kidnapped by the murderers and told to become a strong warrior, and when he failed, they just left him there for a minimum of 2000 years. And THEN he woke up to being experimented on, and I'm not sure if he then died or stayed alive but in pieces. Lowkey hope he died and has some peace

RIGHT. gonna talk abt both of the boys because I feel like they bounce off of each other really well, almost foils. under the cut because I love yapping <3

in my opinion, Wamuu and Santana internalised Kars' and Esidisi's actions very differently. Wamuu acknowledges it happened, but his loyalty to his masters runs so deep that he willingly turns a blind eye to it, even though it brings him a lot of turmoil. I think that's a part of the reason he doesn't like fighting women or children, he sees Kars ordering him to kill his mother, and even himself as a child. Something something if Wamuu had been a child instead of an actual baby, he realises Kars would have had him killed too more than likely. He copes with this by proving his worth time and time again on the battlefield, doing quite literally whatever Kars demands. This increased tenfold when Santana was left behind. Yeah Wamuu talks big game about having a code of honour and strong morals but alllllll of that goes out the window when daddy kars demands. Honestly, Wamuu won the genetic lottery in terms of being a fierce warrior, he ends up taller than Kars or Esidisi and appears more well built. I don't think it was the fact that Santana was weak, I think he was just comparatively weak to Wamuu, and ended up being perceived as the weakest link. Kars and Esidisi had milleniums of training and Wamuu was a fighting prodigy, so Santana, who was probably just an average, untrained, pillar person (see:child), was by default the weakest. Santana had to process the information of Kars and Esidisi killing his family in an entirely different way. While Wamuu came to his own conclusion, I can easily see Kars holding that information above Santana's head. Santana had to hear that Kars "saved him from a life of darkness and drab" and how Santana should be "thankful you (Santana) weren't slaughtered like everyone else/your parents/family." When physical punishments were given to Santana, I can see Kars and/or Esidisi telling him how he was just as worthless and weak as his mother. I talked about it in-depth before, so just to rehash my thoughts: Santana was abandoned in Mexico at least 5,000 years ago (K,E,+W went to Eurasia in search of the super aja.) Santana would have looked around 10 years old at his age of 5,000. Picking up here, Santana would very likely stick to the same general area for quite a while before branching out into the greater Central America. Honestly think he became an idol in these areas due to him being bored as fuck with a booming population of humans around him. I see him spending a few thousand years like this, until eventually he got bored/not enough nourishment/whatever happened, and he fell asleep for several thousand years. Really leaning towards lack of nourishment leading to his slumber, he holed himself up in the temple and only woke up to a copious blood sacrifice. He woke up, the events of the show happened, Santana is stone in the SWF again. I don't think Santana is dead, I think they woke him back up and experimented on him. Von Stroheims entire mechanical body is based off of Santana. They may have been able to study him to such a degree while he was asleep, but honestly I think homeboy was awake and just restrained in some fashion while the Nazis and SWF experimented on him. I really hope he passed by the events of part 4 at the latest, but maybe they studied him until they were satisfied, and then kept him turned to stone. Maybe they had Joseph swing by and kill him idk. I just hope he found a peaceful ending.

#jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #battle tendency #jjba headcanons #pillar men #pillar men headcanons #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #santana headcanon #wamuu headcanon

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skyward-floored · 1 year ago

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Whenever you get to this -- it's not terribly important, but how would you describe each of the chain's personalities to be like?

You’ve found my writing weakness Ladye, I struggle immensely with looking at a character and writing out their personality XD

That’s an interesting question! One I think about a lot when I’m writing actually, because at their core? All the Links are made of the same stuff. It can be difficult to parse out what makes them individuals sometimes (especially writing it out 😂) but I did my best here!

Under a readmore because this is LONG

Time - stubborn, responsible, and serious, but not as much as you’d expect from his appearance. Most leader-y of the group, he’s stern yes, but mostly only when he’s trying to keep the other Links safe (the Like Like incident, when Twilight is injured and insists he’s well enough to fight, etc). His overall personality seems to me more lighthearted then you’d expect at first glance— after all, he enjoys teasing the other Links, and even pranks them now and then.

It seems like he’s largely moved past and healed from what happened during his adventures, (probably due to how it’s been longer since them unlike the other Links), and not much seems to bother him. He can even joke about them a little (“the moon”), though he stays mysterious about details. He seems a pretty private person as well, except around his wife and a few select others.

Twilight - protective and stubborn to a fault, he cares deeply for those he loves. Another leader of the group, but he doesn’t think of himself as the leader-type as much. He falls into the role though, since the others tend to look to him, and he manages it well.

He has a melancholic sense about him, one that he’s only partially-good at hiding. He’s still very much getting over his complicated feelings about Midna’s departure, and that sadness bleeds into his personality sometimes. Good with kids and animals, knows how to wrangle them both really well, but he can be a little overprotective on occasion, and forgets how age isn’t necessarily an indicator of how responsible and/or skilled you are, which the younger Links bristle at.

Warriors - polished, put together, and a bit prideful, but he’s well aware of what happens if he gets too cocky and keeps it in check. The other leader of the group, he seems to focus largely on making plans, and keeping up the overall morale of the Links. A charmer, good at saying what people want to hear, and also figuring out what makes people tick. His first impression of people is rarely incorrect.

Good at keeping the group organized, and one of the few Links good at working alongside others, he also seems to be the one to break up fights if they get to be less teasing and more serious. Has a strong sense of justice as well, he hates those who would betray their allies/beliefs.

Four - Calm and focused and very mature, so much that several of the others believe him to be much older than he is. He’s very good at keeping his emotions in check and staying collected, right up to the point where he... isn’t. Gets frustrated with himself if he gets to that point and lashes out, but this only happens rarely.

One of the quietest Links, he tends to keep to himself, but he’s one of the heroes most used to being in a group, and generally handles it very well. Very book-smart and eager to learn, but has a deep distrust of any sort of magic that’s even remotely dark. Also knows how to keep the peace, and generally smooth flaring tempers... unless he’s the one who’s upset.

Wind - the youngest but by no means the weakest Link, Wind is a skilled fighter for his age and the brightest personality among the group. Exuberant and cheerful, his happy attitude can sometimes be taken for frivolousness. But he’s able to take a situation just as seriously as the rest of them— he just tends to look on the bright side of it.

Tends to be underestimated due to his age, and he’s not afraid to call people out on it. He fights hard to be taken seriously, and greatly appreciates how Time treats him as just as capable as everyone else. He still has a childish side to him though, which can be both a strength and a weakness.

Wild - fond of exciting schemes, always willing to go along with what seems like a crazy idea, and deeply traumatized with an identity crisis on top. Tends to be very argumentative and quick to make jokes, but usually he knows when he’s going too far (...usually). Highly defensive of Zelda, and not afraid to argue against any conceived slight against her. She had enough bad things said about her when she couldn’t unlock her powers, and he takes his defense of her seriously.

Greatly insecure about how much of a hero he is due to how he failed— being around so many others who succeeded is difficult, especially when they rarely discuss how close they all came to failing sometimes. Has the greatest trouble working in a group, and it’s caused several issues in the time he’s been with the Links, especially with those that are used to it.

Legend - prickly exterior, soft all the way through. Quick to tease and throw jabs, but he doesn’t truly mean anything by it. It’s a defensive measure more then anything to keep people at arm’s length. Could be a leader, but he chooses not to be— he doesn’t like all that responsibility on his head, and will only step up if the others are truly out of commission.

Reliable and mature for his age due to all his adventures, he seems totally unbothered by what he went through (though Koholint especially weighs heavy on his heart). Seems aloof at times, but cares just as much as Twilight, even if he doesn’t outwardly show it. Is younger than he projects himself to be.

Hyrule - humble and kind, he’s also got a level of sass that sometimes rears it’s head and surprises people. Tends to downplay himself and his skills, doesn’t think he’s a true “hero” like the others, despite being skilled in almost anything he puts his mind to. Has incredible tenacity and refuses to give up no matter the odds against him— he’s made of stronger stuff then he thinks.

Very decisive, knows when to act, and would make a great leader someday if he ever managed to get past his poor view of himself. Has a mysterious side to him as well, similar to Time’s in a way. Not the best in a group, generally prefers to be in either a smaller group or by himself.

Sky - seemingly open with his emotions, kind and cheerful, Sky seems a bit airheaded at times. But he has a great strength of spirit, and is deadly on the battlefield— those who have underestimated him have not lived to tell the tale.

Has a mischievous side that isn’t immediately evident, but it’s there, and its quite a sight to behold when his sassiness comes up with it as well. Tends to keep his heavier thoughts and emotions close to his chest though, and prefers to push through and not dwell on them, which is bad news later when it gets to be too much for him.

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oddlyhale · 1 year ago

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I used to think Weiss was the weakest character in the show, but all she really needs is better writing and a better handle on her range of powers. She could be her own team since she's the strongest - in my opinion. Hence why she needs to lose a lot.

But Blake is a weak link to the team. When it comes to her power and her abilities, she doesn't stand out or come off as unique. Anybody can do what she can. She barely uses her Semblance as well, which is still something that feels so weird to me. A cloning Semblance, barely utilized. You could replace Blake with someone else and the team would be fine.

Her arcs - the White Fang arc and the Adam arc - both ended, and now there's nothing else for Blake to do. She could've gone back home to reform the White Fang, but now she's stuck with the team. It's hard to put Blake in conversations because she delivers nothing. She didn't even have anybody to connect with in the JLxRWBY Part 2 film, the other girls did.

And with every installment, her outfits get worse.

#rwde

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achaotichuman · 1 year ago

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A tamsand au, where rhysand gets a reality check from tamlin and he ends up trying to court tam-tam but is met with suspicion and raised eyebrows from tam's fam ( alis, lucien, feyre- what she's doing is up to u).

My apologies for this ask taking so long to be answered. Your wish is my command, Anon.

The Spring Court was back in order. Or a as much order as it could be at this time. Once word spread that the Spring Court was back in action, the people began to return. At first the return was slow, only a few who were desperate to return to their homeland, then after a few months of patiently earning their trust back, the population flowed back in. Soon the towns were being reconstructed, villages were brought back to life. The lakes, rivers, and forests were filled with Fae again. The Spring Court was bustling.

Finally, his Court was back together and busier than ever. It did, however, mean that Tamlin was also busier than ever.

There was no time to stop, not now, not when the Spring Court was almost back to its former glory.

Tamlin was in his study, toast in his mouth, barely able to eat as both his hands were busy, one holding paperwork for him to read, the other writing like his hand was on fire. He was working on two hours of sleep, two pieces of toast (including the one in his mouth) and sheer will.

He barely checked the darkness in the corner of the room until he finally glanced up and saw Rhysand standing there.

Then everything in the world stopped.

Rhysand hadn't been around as of recent times. Tamlin's rebuilding and rallying of his Court had seemed to drive away the Night Lord. Tamlin had decided even if Rhysand came back, he wouldn't let him get into his head. His end wouldn't be because of Rhysand.

But now as his violet eyes shone as he looked Tamlin up and down. Tamlin felt his knees go weak. He felt a tremor run through his veins as every nerve in his body yearned for the approval of the male across from him. His body had never really stopped wanting for Rhysand, even after the trauma of that night so many centuries ago.

"What do you want?" Tamlin's voice was better, less sore, less scratchy, he'd been actually talking to people regularly. Not just speaking with Rhysand on the odd occasion while he laid in the ruins of his Court.

"I wanted to know how our newest ally was coming along with the rebuilding of his Court." Rhysand drawled as he came closer to Tamlin, hands in pockets and eyes darting over the office, almost like he was impressed.

Impressed, as if the very idea of Tamlin acting like the High lord of Spring was impressive.

Ally?! He fucking thought Tamlin would ally with him, after all his little mate had done to this Court?!

"Who said I would ever ally with you?" Tamlin growled.

"You will, once you realize your Court is better off with powerful allies, such as myself than it is on its own."

Tamlin tilted his head to the side, he looked Rhysand up and down slowly, carefully, "You really think Spring is completely alone?"

"Is it not? You're the weakest link in the chain here Tamlin, at least you can admit that." Rhysand purred as he came closer, close enough that Tamlin could smell his cologne, filling every pore with his scent.

"Rhysand, has your Shadowsinger slacked off with his recon over this side of Prythian?" Tamlin purred back, the tiredness in his bones evaporating for this very moment.

Rhysand's eyes narrowed, locking into Tamlin. Green on violet, such a violent combination.

"What are you-"

"I have my allies; do you want to know where they are? There are in Summer-" Tamlin pointed towards the Summer border, "They are in Autumn-" Tamlin pointed towards the Autumn border, "They are in Winter, and they are in Day. I have allies."

Rhysand's smirk finally dropped from his face as he finally understood. Tamlin had been working, really damn hard in fact. His armies were growing rapidly, Spring was back on its feet and its political climate was better than it ever had been before.

"You think you're so much better than me." Tamlin grinned at him, jutting his pointer finger into Rhysand's hard chest, "You think because you generate the most power you can do whatever the fuck you want but there are no consequences, because your word is law. God forbid someone speak badly about our dear High lord of Night. He's our savior!"

"But you wanna know something, Rhys? You are fucking nothing to me. Nothing more than another problem that needs solving. You're an inconvenience who reared your ugly head during Amarantha's reign and then slunk back into Night once she was gone. You showed up as another inconvenience to my life when I was with Feyre, and then when I was lost because of what she did, you decided to be even more of a pest."

Tamlin stood up on the tips of his toes, looking Rhysand dead in the eye as he leaned forward, so close their lips were just barely not brushing. Tamlin slid his hands up Rhysand's chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath his shirt. Rhysand's scent deepened as arousal peeked in. Tamlin smiled, "You're nothing more than a pest to me, but all I have to do is touch you a little and you'll come crawling back."

Tamlin pressed his lips to the outer shell of Rhysand's ear and whispered, "Thats my power, Rhysand. I can have the most powerful High lord helpless with just my touch."

"That-Thats not true," Rhysand breathed.

Tamlin let out a light chuckle, then he abruptly pulled away, Rhysand found himself faltering and nearly stumbling after Tamlin. The High lord of Spring laughed.

"I am doing better than ever without you. You were always just a nuisance. Now..." Tamlin flicked his fingers and a sudden gust of wind knocked Rhysand back, "Get the fuck out of my Court.

*******

"Do you know what's happening with him?" Cassian asked. Feyre looked up from her painting to see who Cassian was pointing at.

Rhysand was sitting by the window, staring out at the gardens whilst his coffee sat on the sill beside him, slowly going cold.

Feyre furrowed her brow, "Yeah, I don't know about that. I've tried getting him to talk but he just shuts down."

Then Feyre went back to her painting, Cassian put a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up again, he looked even more confused and concerned.

"Are you not more concerned? What if somethings going on?" Cassian insisted.

"Cass, its Rhysand, he broods all the damn time. Leave him, he'll start complaining about whatever it is he's upset about in due time."

Feyre turned back to her painting, and Cassian finally left.

At least when Rhysand was being so still, he made for the perfect muse. And the way the sunlight hit his nose was oh so fun to paint.

**********

"Letter to Kallias, check. Letter to Tarquin, check. Eris, check. Helion and Lucien, checkity check." Tamlin crossed off his to do list as he wandered back into his office. It was late. Night had fallen upon Spring and Alis had told him to leave it and go to bed multiple times, but Tamlin wasn't about to quit when he was getting things done at such a fast rate.

Tamlin closed his study door, not looking up from his list as he walked into his office. That was a mistake. As Tamlin slammed into someone as he walked in. The High lord jumped back holding his clipboard back and preparing to swing it when he saw who it was.

"Relax, darling, I won't bite." Rhysand hummed, holding up his hands as he feigned innocence.

"Rhysand. What did I tell you last time?" Tamlin snarled, claws beginning to poke through his fingertips.

"To get the fuck out of your Court." Rhysand tilted his head to the side, "But it's just such a lovely night, I thought I might come around."

"I figured the nights would be lovelier in the Night Court rather than Spring." Tamlin snapped, "What do you actually want?"

"Always straight to the case, aren't you, my love?" Rhysand said, "Alright, I simply thought I would drop this off."

Rhysand plucked a rose from the pocket between realms. Except, it wasn't any ordinary rose, of course it wasn't. This was a rose from the gardens deep in the Hewn City, where the plants grew in complete darkness, learning to creature their own light. It glowed a light, shimmering blue from in between the petals, the stem and leaves a deep black.

"What is that?" Tamlin said, disgust on every word. He wasn't disgusted though; he was actually intrigued. What was Rhysand playing?

"A rose, for you." Rhysand said softly, pressing the rose into Tamlin's chest. Against his better judgement, Tamlin held onto the flower.

"If you wish, I can get you the seeds for those flowers, you can have your own bioluminescent garden if you ask for it." Rhysand said.

"And why would you do that?"

Rhysand gave him a devilish smirk, "Well how else will I convince you to join the dark side?"

*********** Rhysand would not stop coming back. At first it was every week; at some point he would show up. Rose in hand, very quickly Tamlin had a study full of those damn roses. He didn't know why he kept them but... he couldn't get rid of them. Even though at times he wished to simply toss them into the fire and watch the petals shrivel as they burned. He contained himself and simply set them either on the coffee table or a shelf.

At first Rhysand's visits were bearable, at least he wasn't telling Tamlin the world was better off without him in it. But very quickly, the visits increased, going from weekly, to daily.

Tamlin yawned and stretched his arms up high, arching his back as he walked into his study. Prepared for another long day of working.

As he rubbed his eyes, Tamlin suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, then a near feral noise escaped his throat when he saw who was back again.

Would it kill Rhysand to not ruin his day by seven in the morning.

The Night Lord was sitting in one of the small lounges Tamlin kept in his study. One of Tamlin's books in his hands as he ate Tamlin's breakfast which was set on the coffee table.

"Why are you back here?!" Tamlin rushed over and snatched the book from Rhysand's hands.

"I wished to see you," Rhysand drawled, taking a bite out of a piece of toast.

Tamlin drew in a deep breath, calm, calm, calm, "Rhysand, get out."

"Oh? So soon I've only just seen you."

"You saw me yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that." Tamlin snarled, "Go home, see your wife, your son, Cassian probably thinks you're dead!"

Rhysand laughed as he stood up, "Oh alright, I'll be off, but allow me to leave one thing-"

"I swear to the Gods Rhysand if you give me another rose, I will burn it in front of you."

"First of all, you don't believe in God. Second, it is not another rose."

Tamlin rolled his eyes, feeling the familiar pressure of his claws coming to the surface. '

Then what Rhysand pulled out from the pocket between worlds made that anger just... drift away, just for a moment.

He pulled out a necklace. A beautiful silver necklace with a dark gem in the center. Tamlin, caught off guard, stared at it for a moment before blinking up at the male grinning down at him.

"Look at the back of the gem." Rhysand whispered. Tamlin paused for a moment, hesitant. Then he forced himself to life his hands up to touch the necklace in Rhysand's warm hands.

The Spring Lord turned the gemstone over to see on the silver back was a name, Rhysand's in swirling letters.

"You engraved it." Tamlin stated with as little emotion as he could muster.

"I did."

"I am not wearing a necklace with your name on it." Tamlin said, crossing his arms, his eyes never straying from the piece of jewelry, it wasn't extravagant or over the top, but it was beautiful. Even Tamlin could admit that.

"At least try it on, just for a moment." Rhysand insisted.

"I-"

"Just for a moment."

Tamlin didn't know what possessed him to allow it, but he looked up into Rhysand's eyes and just nodded. Turning around he felt Rhysand's fingers brush his hair to sit over his shoulder, then wrap the cold silver around his neck. With quick precision Rhysand clasped it and pulled Tamlin's golden hair to spill down his back again.

"Turn for me." Rhysand whispered. Again, Tamlin listened, he turned around and watched as Rhysand's eyes went up and down along his body. A heat in his gaze that could have set Tamlin alight if he had less pride.

"Beautiful." Rhysand finally said, sliding a finger underneath Tamlin's chin, "Deliciously beautiful."

"Oh, fuck off." Tamlin's face was now a splotchy red. He purposely stepped away from Rhysand, "Go back to the hellish place you reside in."

"Of course, I'll see you again soon, Tamlin darling." Rhysand promised before he winnowed away to the Night realm.

Tamlin wrapped his fingers around the gemstone, wanting to simply snap it off. But... he couldn't find the strength to do so.

Oh well, he'd take it off eventually. Then it he'd burn it along with all those godforsaken flowers.

*******

"Where did you get that necklace?" Alis asked.

Tamlin nearly choked on his pasta. Lucien hit his back and the Spring Lord glared at him, "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Lucien hummed, taking a bite out of his own meal. They were in the kitchens, Alis was busy washing up and both Tamlin and Lucien wished for her company tonight. So, the two ate at the countertop whilst Alis worked.

"Didn't answer my question." Alis pointed out.

Tamlin swallowed, biting into more of his food to try and avoid answering. Lucien now narrowed his eyes at him and Alis seemed more suspicious.

Then something sparked in Alis' eyes, Tamlin couldn't tell if it was amusement or anger, "Don't tell me the Night Lord gave you that."

"The Night Lord what?" Lucien whipped around, dropping his fork onto his plate, disregarding Tamlin's personal space, Lucien leaned in close and snatched up the gemstone observing it closely.

"Get away from me, you bastard!" Tamlin tried to shove him off, but his grip on the necklace stopped Tamlin from using any real strength for fear it may snap.

Then Lucien turned over the jewel and his eyes went wide as his jaw dropped, "Tamlin what in the Mother's name is this?"

"What?! Tell me!" Alis insisted, putting the dishes back into the sink water and rushing over to the two males.

"Nothing! It's nothing-!"

"Rhysand's name is engraved on the back of the gem, if that wasn't enough this is most certainly Night Court jewelry." Lucien said.

"You're kidding me, Tamlin, please tell me you aren't wearing his name on that necklace."

"I am not 'wearing his name' Alis. It is just a necklace." Tamlin stood up from the counter, his appetite lost.

"Just a necklace with his name on it." Lucien mumbled.

"I am done with the two of you, I have actual work to do." Tamlin said as he stormed out of the kitchen.

As Tamlin shut the door and headed for his office, his fingers found the necklace. Wrapping the chain around and around his hand, squeezing the gem. He wanted to rip it off. He wanted to keep it on forever.

What was this strange, strange sensation? Why did he hate how much he loved it?

************

"Feyre, have you noticed something off about Rhysand?" Lucien asked. Helion was throwing a large celebration for his niece's engagement. All were invited to attend, and Feyre found herself sprawled in a lovely lounge, drinking champagne and talking with anyone and everyone, and now currently Lucien.

"Funny, quite a few people have asked me that these past few months." Feyre laughed as she drank from her glass.

Lucien settled into the lounge beside her, a flute in his own hand, "Truly?"

"Yes, everyone has said there is something off about him." Feyre revealed.

"Do... do you see it to?" Lucien asked hesitantly.

"Well of course I do, Lucien, I am his mate after all, I see everything he does."

"Well then, may you enlighten me on what has caused this change?"

Feyre shrugged, "Something, something Rhysand and Tamlin. Isn't that how it always is."

"I... suppose?" Lucien said, "I think they have become... far closer in the past months."

"They have," Feyre agreed, the bubbliness now leaving her body as seriousness took over. "Lucien, may I tell you something in confidence?"

Lucien seemed taken aback for a moment, then he quickly nodded, "Of course, anything Feyre."

"I believe Rhysand is in love with Tamlin."

If Lucien had a drink in his mouth he would've spat it out. Eyes nearly budging out of his head he said, "Oh, oh... What-what has led you o this conclusion?"

"He always goes to visit Tamlin now. He is constantly looking for things for him, always talking about him. Always thinking about him... I don't believe he is in love with me any longer."

"Feyre," Lucien breathed, "I... I'm so sorry-"

"Oh, do not be, we opened our relationship quite some time ago. I just thought perhaps he was still somewhat in love with me. Perhaps that has changed." Feyre spoke with an ease and casualty one would have if they were simply commenting on the weather.

Again, if Lucien had a drink in his mouth he would have spat it out.

"You... opened your relationship?" Lucien questioned.

"Yes Lucien, oh don't look so surprised. When we came together it was quick, rushed because of the war. Neither of us had much time to reflect on ourselves and much of our relationship was fake feelings curated by the bond wanting us together. It was a beautiful facade that eventually fell apart. We won't ever leave each other's side, believe me I love him, it's just... more friendly than it ever was before."

"Ah, I see." Lucien said, "So... Tamlin and Rhysand."

"20 marks Tamlin jumpstarts their relationship." Feyre said.

Lucien let out a loud 'hah' "Thirty."

"Deal." Feyre grinned.

****************

The night was silent, not even a cricket chirped. As if everything int he Spring Court knew how sacred this small moment was. Rhysand stood before Tamlin, in amongst the gardens. Alone for just this moment.

"Tamlin." Rhysand breathed. He couldn't prevent his hands from cupping his face. Pulling him just a touch closer.

"Rhysand." Tamlin murmured.

"I..." Rhysand faltered, why was he so damn nervous? He had never been nervous before, not even when their friendship was still strong so many centuries ago.

"Yes?" Tamlin bit back the grin on his face.

"I... Gods." Rhysand breathed a laugh.

"Ask your question, Rhys." Tamlin breathed, standing up on his tip toes to meet his eyes. The motion made Rhysand's breath catch in his lungs, he could barely inhale let alone speak a sentence.

"I..."

Tamlin finally slid his arms around Rhysand's neck, "Fine, I'll ask, Rhysand will you do me the pleasure of calling me yours and vice-versa."

Rhysand laughed, he laughed, and the sound was sweet like honey. hands falling to Tamlin's waist he pulled him close and whispered against his lips, "Yes."

Rhysand kissed him, it was slow, but deep and sensual. He tasted like cool mint, and his lips were like silk moving against his. He knew exactly where to push, where to pull. When to hold him tighter, and when to wrap his arms right around Tamlin, encasing him in his embrace. Playing the Spring Lord like a fiddle.

Down in the gardens, Tamlin and Rhysand remained entranced by one another, oblivious to the three laying on the rooftop watching them.

Feyre held out her hand to Lucien, "Pay up."

Lucien grumbled as he reached into his pockets and pulled out a bag of thirty marks. Alis laughed as she reached over for the bowl of popcorn they had brought up.

Thank you for the prompt! Had a bit of fun with this one.

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