#give me more winged bitches with loved ones who are initially scared of heights... i beg you...

[nebulastarss]

I used to be scared of heights as a child, I got over it by reworking my brain. It's not the distance to the ground that's important, it's the distance to your ground. Maybe your ground is the swing your sitting on, the large playground equipment that's taller than you, the top of a slide. Maybe your ground is the top floor of an office, the seat of a commercial flight, the roof of a building.

So now imagine two characters, 1 being afraid of heights and 2 having wings. 1 is freaking out about the thought of being in the air before 2 reassures them, saying it's not the distance of the ground to be scared of. It's the distance to 2. 2 is their new ground. As long as 2 is right there, it's safe.

[dragon-susceptible]

TDP Rewatch S2 E5: Breaking The Seal

Berto got the intro voice! I guess it's more the recap voice, it's the 'previously on' thing.

It still gets me in the heart that Harrow even says he's done terrible things, and he's not sure they were justified. He has regrets.

Avizandum having ragged spots in his wings reminds me of some real world science. So it's not unrealistic for him to be able to fly with the level of damage he has, the holes are fairly isolated and relatively small. If we're going to accept that a creature as heavy as a dragon could fly with wings that aren't double its own size, it's fine; bats also fly regularly with equivalent damage.

It does remind me of the Real Science of horns, though, and how the Moonshadow elves' horns canonically defy that science in multiple directions. I get why they didn't have Runaan's broken one bleed in the first episode, because of the rating, but he absolutely should have been bleeding. Also, in Lunabloom he makes reference to Rayla's horns sharpening (normal horn development) and says they'll be Fully Grown within a few years, which isn't a thing, per se, with real horns. Horns typically continue to grow for the entire life of the creature that has them. That said, sometimes we use the term "fully grown" to just mean "has reached adult form", and it doesn't mean they've stopped growing entirely, so that could also be all Runaan meant.

Back into the current episode; "Dismount, disarm, and proceed alone to the meeting point" just reminded me of that scene from The Two Towers book where the Three Hunters and Gandalf are heading into a meeting with . . . I wanna say it was Theoden? It's been a while since I read it, and Gandalf fussed about giving up his staff because He's An Old Man, Haldir, He Needs It, and Haldir is just like I don't get paid enough for this. Please just cooperate. and Gandalf was ready to argue until Aragorn started roasting him for being a petty bitch.

The monarchs interest me so much, honestly. I appreciate how Ahling, Fareeda, and . . . god I forget the other king's name. The three who were already there were talking and laughing comfortably until Viren showed up, and then Ahling tried for sympathy and kept getting Interrupted by Viren.

I fucking love Aanya's introduction. Her interactions with Viren in this episode are pure fucking gold. She goes hard-faced when Viren initially asks after her regent, and clearly assesses the situation while he's talking, and then he starts to bend over all condescending to say "these matters require an adult perspective." And she just goes Cute to reply, "It seems then that I am a crown without an adult, and you are an adult without a crown. Let's just begin." And she just turns her back and strides to HER throne, because fuck this guy. The power of this little girl. Viren gets verbally murdered by a 12 year old.

I just wanted to look longer at the elven silhouettes that Viren summons here to scare the other rulers. Runaan's there in the center, Callisto and Andromeda to the right of him. The hair sort of looks like Skor to the left, but there's no weapons and the build is too vague to be sure. What I find interesting is that the elf furthest to the left in the highlighted section is Rayla's silhouette, an elf Viren shouldn't have even known was there. There's also the figures to Ahling's left, which are slightly faded, but who I can't identify for certain as elves.

this is just gonna be an image heavy post, sorry.

I find it intriguing that even Viren's false shades have the binding on their wrists, and Rayla doesn't seem to be one of these. Andromeda, Skor, Callisto, and Ram are the only ones he's summoned as more than silhouettes on the walls. He has them shuffling like zombies too.

So he adds feral snarls and shambling to the Moonshadow elves, to make them creepier. He adds spikes to the portrayal of Sunfire elves, and height, to make them more intimidating. All of his elves have blood red eyes. This is such blatant fearmongering. I also appreciate how the other monarchs are clearly moved by this display, but Aanya sees the manipulation for what it is, because she's been dealing with it for years as a child ruler.

FLORIAN that was the last dude's name.

That is not exactly the kind of name I would have expected from a Viking analogue lmao, fantastic.

I had a friend who was deep into RWBY the first time I watched this and I cannot unsee RWBY's Pyrrha when I look at Queen Fareeda.

See here it is again, this thing with Viren, strength is more important than goodness. He snaps when Aanya is undecided, because her decisions aren't strong enough for him. Meanwhile, it's actually a much stronger position (as she points out!) to actually stop and think about this situation rather than just taking the word of some random Guy from another kingdom and committing her entire country to a war effort.

She has SO MANY fair points, Ahling.

He really just roasts his own kid in the middle of a royal meeting huh lmao. I do think it's interesting that he doesn't die later - I'm pretty sure he's the one they said survived but was in a coma or something. What happened to his kingdom in the time lapse? Was Kasef's mother in charge of the kingdom? Did he have younger siblings?

Would it even be a mercy for Ahling to wake up and find out what happened to his son?

I love how unimpressed Aanya is with Viren's offer of a story.

OKAY I NEED TO WRITE THIS SHIT DOWN, TIMELINE TIME, FIRST USEFUL THING VIREN'S EVER DONE, JESUS

Okay so this is interesting, Ezran is 10, but Harrow only became king 9 years ago. So Sarai married Prince Harrow. And he took the throne telling Sarai he wanted to make a difference from how his father ran things, which has implications for what Katolis used to be like.

Fellas, is it gay to call your best friend "beautiful" in wistful tones while staring at him getting his family portrait done, and only mention his beautiful family as an afterthought?

Also Viren telling them they could move without consulting the artist, who was clearly still working on the family portrait, was rude AF and if I was the painter (not that I can paint) I would have splattered his pretty clothes with the ugliest yellow on the palette. The best part is Harrow would have thought it was so funny I wouldn't even be in trouble for it.

Viren's account of the history does include Harrow inviting him to stand with him in the portrait, but it is just his retelling, even if it's animated as a flashback. We already know from Rayla's flashback earlier that characters' memories/stories aren't necessarily how things actually went in this universe, and it still bothers me that Harrow was frowning in his official portrait with Viren where Viren wasn't. I suspect he wasn't the one who suggested it after all.

Harrow and Sarai were such tender parents, my heart hurts watching them cuddle with baby Ezran. I like that Harrow's so acutely aware of the class distinctions in his country. It makes me think that's maybe what bothered him about his father's reign; that's what he's so dedicated to changing.

"Lady Justice?" His little smirk when he leaned back and told her "She was wearing her robes." He knew that's where her mind was going to go and he was so fond about it. "Ah, so a boring dream." She says while snacking. I love how casually supportive she is, while also trying to bring lightness to a situation that's clearly distressing him.

I do think it's intriguing that Harrow does mention skin color in his list of things that would affect a person's position in the system, given we don't really see evidence of that in the systems we witness. The races that matter are elf and human; colors within those divides don't have nearly as much of an effect on the story. Maybe I missed or forgot something - or maybe most of the story takes place after this, and Harrow just really succeeded in addressing the inequality.

Amaya standing beside Sarai on her throne is such a good little background detail. She was crownguard before she was a general, it seems. I wonder if Sarai was too, and that's how she met Prince Harrow. I saw a post point out a while back that Callum's three parents are Soldier (Sarai), Poet (Damien), King (Harrow), and now I can't get that out of my head as I think about them.

Says something about Viren's arrogance that he's telling Aanya this story of her parents' sacrifice as if she didn't grow up hearing it.

Poor Bait.

I love the background reactions to Harrow's offer of help to Annika and Neha. Sarai and Amaya are on his side. The reaction of the public doesn't seem to be poor - and realistically, most of the common people wouldn't know at that point how badly this offer of help might affect them. They would just know that their king is offering help to people in need. Viren's the only one who reacts with anger or dismay, and his reasons are fundamentally selfish. It's better to let others die when you can help, just to avoid sharing in their suffering, in his mindset, and Harrow just disagrees.

I wonder if Callum ever accidentally reminded Harrow of Viren. Carrying around stacks of books, bright-eyed and intellectual.

I wonder if he'll remind Harrow of Viren even more, as an adult mage, and how that may affect their relationship in Arc 3.

Viren just randomly having a piece of the magma titan supports my running theory that he just randomly goes on trips to Xadia to "harvest ingredients", likely stoking the fires of Xadian aggression.

His bitter af tone mentioning that he wasn't Harrow's closest advisor is telling. I'm so fucking suspicious.

The guards watching over this sparring match just standing stock still even as their monarchs bicker, and then throw a spear between them, and then exchanging money about it, give me life. I love those little details.

"Is it intelligent?" "What? What do you mean?" "Does it think? Does it feel? Does it have a family?" I like this moment so much because it frames Sarai as someone who values life, all life, right away. "Then is it the last of its kind?" We know she's a soldier. We also know that she doesn't fight because she hates what's in front of her; she doesn't even fight just to defend what's behind her. She fights when she believes she's minimizing harm.

She would have gotten along with Runaan, if they'd met in good circumstances, and that hits, for me personally.

It's interesting that Sarai is already so suspicious of Dark Magic. I wonder what experiences she's had with it up until now to make her so solidly convinced it's a bad idea. "You said you wanted to build a better world, to really change things. That's going to take decades of hard work. There's no monster you can slay and solve all your problems! There's no shortcut! This is going to be a very slippery slope! Harrow, tell me you won't do this."

"It's our only chance."

Something about how when Harrow did something Sarai vehemently disapproved of, she fought with him about it, and she never changed her position, but she stood by him anyway to keep him safe, contrasted with how when Harrow did something Viren disapproved of, he fought with him about it and trapped his soul in a bird and tried to murder his sons to stage a coup.

Amaya was going to go on this mission whether Sarai did or not. I like that, the contrast between them.

Funny how Viren said the Magma Titan lived near the Xadian border, but after he got Harrow to agree to the mission, turns out it's actually on the Xadian side of it. Which makes this significantly more dangerous.

Interesting. The hidden outpost from a couple episodes ago isn't new, which was the impression I got from how Fen and Amaya talked about it; it's where Harrow and his group are planning the assault on the Magma Titan. I wonder if that's true or a plot device for Viren's story. Or just because the animators didn't want to or didn't have time to make a new background site.

Harrow "talks with his hands", a lot, just gestures a lot while he talks, and Amaya cracking a joke about how "look he's signing" to make Sarai laugh was adorable, but it also makes my heart ache because. Callum does that. That's a bit of Harrow's mannerisms in Callum. Ezran doesn't do that as much, he's more like Sarai.

Funny how Viren's so confident about how they just need to "open it up and take what we need", but he doesn't make a move to actually assist in doing that. He leaves that to Amaya and Neha.

Callum talking to Bait about Harrow's letter made me cry again. This poor kid.

Okay, but the story telling choice of framing breaking the seal of Harrow's letter with breaking the shield of the magma titan was so powerful.

Little baby Ezran with Bait for a palate cleanser. I do appreciate those moments from the credits sketches.

[nice-kill-tanaka]

May I have a my hero and ohshc matchup plz

I'm a short girl around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. I have a very kind heart and sad stories or ones with very happy endings make my heart happy or hurt like crazy. But even though I'm kind that doesn't mean i am nice all the time. I am extremely grumpy and have a short temper especially on no sleep or if I just woke up. I also do have adhd and some anxiety I dont like being touched randomly unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. As for dreams I'm not sure I wanna be a voice actor but not too sure if its right for me as I don't know how to edit or even have the equipment. I want someone who can just listen to me as I ramble on about things I love. I want someone to understand that I think differently then normal people. I also want someone to be able to understand im not the most affectionate person but I can be if given time but I will help someone if they are touch starved like I am.

[🌄 @cutelittleriot requested one (1) regular My Hero Academia matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

YAYYY!! First bnha matchup!! I gotchu bud 👍 I’m thinking about trying something new for the bnha fandom in particular. So, I’ll try it out and see what you think! Also, I got a little carried away with this one, so if it doesn’t seem characteristically accurate to you, please tell me!! 😖

And, the lucky person is:

⛰Eijiro Kirishima⛰

Quirk: Dragon

Dragon is a mutation quirk. It manifests slowly over time, until the user becomes about 60% dragon-esque at around 15/16 years old.

Scales and tough skin appear on the arms, legs, and face. Sharp teeth and claws grow in. Horns protrude from the forehead. A tail grows from the spine. Finally, wings grow from the back.

Flesh becomes twice as tough in places where scales are.

Depending on the user’s body type, wing usage is limited. (Since you’re generally shorter than average, “flying” and gliding comes easier to you.)

When the user consumes pressurized carbon dioxide, their stomach converts it into flammable gasses. Which allows the user to breathe- er...burp...fire.

Fire must be carefully used however. The smoke produced can accidentally be breathed in, causing lung damage.

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

I’ll start by saying this: Being bullied is never fun. Being bullied over something you can’t easily control or change? Rub salt in it, why don’tcha?

You weren’t sure what the select few kids in your grade thought was so hilarious about your quirk. But, they managed to find enough wrong with it to do their damage for most of your time in school

First, the patches of scales that showed up on your skin were “too weak”. Then, your awkward transition stage with growing horns, wings, and tail was suddenly “ugly”

By the time your quirk fully manifested, the jeers finally devolved to “freak-ish”

Like a river carving out the Grand Canyon, the work was slow and wore you down over time. But, the impact was a lot bigger than even you’d initially thought

While you managed to somewhat heal and learned to guard your emotions against such hurtful things, that’s all you learned to do: Guard yourself. You were a shield with no spear, since you never fought back

With the help of supportive parents and teachers, your self-esteem wasn’t so low, but you did often downplay or underestimate your abilities

Like, Bitch??? You can burp fire??? Know your power???

The people you were on good terms with seemed to see a potential that you either disregarded, or didn't know about all together

They saw the way you treated others with consideration and forethought. How, despite (or because of) your anxiety, you remained hyper-aware of the problems of others and how to accommodate. And while your anger did have its vices, people knew how hot your righteous rage could burn

It actually took a lot of convincing for you to even apply to U.A. 

Outside of your other aspirations for the future, you didn’t particularly feel worthy for the job. Of anything you could be, you weren’t a fearless, upstanding, unshakable individual, not even giving a second thought to throwing yourself into danger for the good of others. You weren’t your alleged definition of a hero, and that was enough to deter you

But, whenever you recited your polite (well-rehearsed) decline, most gave you the same weirdly optimistic retort:

“Just try, maybe you’ll do better than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

So, here you were at an entrance exam full of people you hardly knew, wondering how you even rationalized to yourself that this would go just fine

The written exam went okay. As well as you could for literally guessing what to study to pass

All you had to do was do your best on the physical exam, and you’d be done for the day

But, your issue was in the people around you, not the exam itself

You were aware of the high amount of attention the moment you walked onto campus. The way other kids measured you up from a distance, studying everything about your not-so-human body. Watching your every move, especially the way your movements were strained from soreness (A short period of intense training tends to do that to you). You assumed they also wanted to see if your disposition was as powerful as your quirk suggested

((You specifically noticed a coltish, green-haired kid muttering to himself, questioning if your wings could actually support your body weight))

Even now, as the prospective heroes-in-training warmed up, you felt the stares burning into you

Half of you wanted to lift your eyes and rhetorically ask what the hell they were looking at, only feeling more annoyed as you snorted and returned to what you were doing. The other half wanted to fold into yourself until you disappeared (If only it were that easy)

But, you had enough (Roughly, one billion) worries on your mind to put confrontation on the list. Shaking off your anxious shivers as you lowered your head and continued with your “stretches” seemed so much easier

(A.k.a. Staring off into space as you held your limbs in awkward positions)

The time to begin the physical test was drawing near, and your self-doubt hadn’t eased up. Maybe this was a mistake. You didn’t belong here. Not when so many other students could fill the space you’re wasting so much better. Maybe if you slipped through the back now, you’d save yourself the disappointment of not living up to your own standards

“Hey, brown-haired girl! With the horns!”

You heard a gruff whisper from not to far behind you, from the left. You tensed for a moment, wondering what the voice could possibly want from you. But, the sight you saw was rather unexpected

The voice definitely matched the body, bulky and slightly rough looking, a little taller than you. Matched with a sweet face, sharp teeth, and bright, spiky, red hair. The smile he showed you instantly calmed your thoughts

“…Hm?”

You gave a short response, not wanting to jump to conclusions yet

“I saw you looking kinda psyched out over here, so I thought talking to you would make you less nervous!”

You felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in the pit of your stomach. As much encouragement as you got to achieve things, you didn’t see much of it to consider how you felt. How you could feel better. You liked it, which was surprising, considering the encouragement came from a perfect stranger

“Oh, uhh…thanks then. But, I’m fine, I promise! I’m no more nervous than you are.”

“Well, that’s also why I came to talk…I’m kinda freaking out too…”

This boy’s transparency was almost scary, but on the other hand, very comforting. You didn’t catch him trying to stare at your mutated parts once as you talked. Your eyes were the thing he seemed the most focused on, and while it made you embarrassed, it was the good kind (if that makes sense)

But, soon enough, the announcement for the beginning of the exam came over the loudspeaker, and you and your acquaintance had to look out for yourselves. But, before you parted ways, the redhead turned to you

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, by the way! See you when I see you, Shortie!”

🌳Flourishing Love🌳

The beginning of Kirishima seeing you as a romantic option happened not too long after parting ways at the physical exam

He was almost completely cornered by one of the machines students could disarm for points. And just as that was happening, you had just turned the corner after shaking off another one

You saw Kirishima, but he definitely didn’t see you, trying hard to look tough, but struggling to stand his ground

It quickly dawned on you that Kirishima didn’t have a quirk that could easily deal with the hostile device. And if he did, he was too scared to use it

You vetoed the idea of charging in head on first. You didn’t feel like getting yourself or Kirishima hurt. Especially without a plan. You needed to be smart about getting your only acquaintance out of this situation

Your heart raced and your execution was all but clean, but you ended up using your fire breath to weld the robot’s wheels to the concrete

Before you let your inhibitions get the better of you, you climbed the machine and punched out the camera on the front. From atop the beast, you hung your tail over the edge low enough for Kirishima to grab. You didn’t dare look down at the ground

“Dammit Eijiro, grab on!!”

Once you felt a weight on your tail, you used your wings to propel you both forward. Obviously, away from the robot

You were too high on adrenaline and fear to notice, but Kirishima stared at you like you were the embodiment of Heaven on Earth. The stars in his eyes almost seemed inappropriate for the situation 😅

You looked just as—if not more—afraid than he was. But, you seemed so okay with the fact that you weren’t fearless, and acted like a true hero anyway. He admired, dare I say loved that about you

And he didn’t even know your name

As soon as you found out that you and Kirishima were in the same class, you felt instant relief. At least you were familiar with someone at U.A.

You guys’ friendship developed rather fast, like and extrovert adopting an introvert

Kirishima quickly noticed how fast you opened up once you got comfortable around him, and loved you all the more for how bright and vibrant the unfiltered you was

He found himself picking up on your sense of humor, telling dad jokes you whisper under your breath to the Bakusquad (Much to Bakugou’s dismay 😅)

Don’t worry, he always gives you the credit 😉

As time went on, Kirishima learned to appreciate how blunt you were. He realized that he needed someone to tell it like it is (“It isn’t manly to sugarcoat things! 😤” he says)

And while Kirishima prefers physical activities over video games, he loves to hype you up while you play before classes

It was only natural a mutual crush would form :D

Kirishima finally worked up the guts to ask you out after the U.S.J. Incident

You and him had gotten separated (You had gotten trapped with the cold son of Endeavor. And you both took out the villains with an awe-inspiring display of fire and ice)

Kirishima was faced with the reality that either of you could lose each other at any moment. And while both of you came out alright, he realized he couldn’t be wishy-washy about his feelings for you

He told you on your way to school the next morning:

“Look. What happened yesterday really scared me. Normally, I wouldn’t say that, but I think you deserve to know. Because…you mean a lot to me!! More than I can put into words. I love when we have fun together, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I never got to tell you how I felt…”

“Basically…I like you!! Like…in the romantic way…”

Your early morning grumpiness dissipated almost instantly, replaced by momentary confusion and disbelief, then embarrassment and joy. Was this really happening…? The boy that took a chance on you since the beginning, confessed that he had feelings for you…? Even though you didn’t question your relationship, you always assumed the nice things Kirishima said, the way he looked at you, was all part of the pleasantries. You questioned if you were even worth all of that

‘But you are.’ The little voice Kirishima helped you develop said. ‘And he would say more if he didn’t look so embarrassed.’

And so, you accepted Kirishima’s confession. And he saw the sweetest smile you had ever given him since the first time he complimented your puns 😊❤️

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[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

[derelictlovefool]

One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure

Ship(s): Karl Heisenberg/Colvyr Covali

Summary: After three long months apart, Colvyr is back with Heisenberg in his factory and the Lord has a surprise in store for his favourite pet.

°°°

Colvyr was use to this, thrown over Heisenberg's shoulder like a sack of potatoes as the older man made his way back to his factory. The mutant's face was level with Heisenbergs back and his only show of defiance towards the situation was occasionally flicking Heisenberg in the face with his tail. Which was only met with playful nips and amused huffs.

It hadn't been a surprise when Heisenberg had made a surprise appearance in his chambers, he was ever punctual about his, 'playdates', as Lady Dimitrescu disdainfully called them. Play dates that happened to last three months at a time. They had an agreement, well, Mother Miranda had forced them, to share Colvyr's time. He had initially been brought in as an experimental addition to the family however it became apparent Alcina and Karl were considerably fond of him.

Ever an opportunist Mother Miranda took advantage of their affections, promises of one being able to keep the mutant as their own if they made her proud. Whatever making her proud entailed exactly was yet to be known. So, here the Lord was wandering into his beloved territory with his beloved pet in his hold. He'd spent three long months tending to Mother Miranda's beck and call much to his chagrin and he thought this time with Colvyr was well earnt.

"I've cleaned up our place lover boy, expanded it even since you were bitchin' about it last time. May not have gold trimmings like that tall bitches place but it should be up to your, oh so high standards," Heisenberg teased as he entered the factory, playfully readjusting Colvyr on his shoulder and making the mutant grab the back of his coat in fright. Colvyr flicked the man's face with his tail once more, huffing as his face flushed lightly; be it at the nickname or insinuation he was high maintenance he wouldn't say.

"The only reason I was 'bitchin' 'bout it last time was cuz of the rust everywhere, I couldn't put anythin' down without it gettin' all grimey," Colvyr pouted, not feeling his reasons for complaining were too outrageous to be made fun of. Heisenberg simply laughed, flicking his wrist to summon large pieces of debris and scrap to walk upon. The lack of solid ground made Colvyr cling to his lover, tail coiling around his torso and arms wrapping around his waist, much to Heisenberg's poorly hidden delight.

"Don't you worry there sweet pea, I ain't dropped you yet have I?" He grinned, walking with ease as he made his way higher up the factory toward their 'home'. Home being a glorified word for a room with a bed and small kitchenette, it suited Heisenberg just fine before but with Colvyr now living there it did feel a tad cramped. And despite the fact that Heisenberg had not in fact ever dropped Colvyr, unintentionally anyway, the mutant still shivered at the sight of the ground moving farther and farther away.

"Why couldn't we have used the stupid elevator?" Colvyr whined, burying his face into Heisenberg's lower back. He would always argue he wasn't afraid of heights, just falling from a great one, but no one ever believed him. Heisenberg especially didn't believe him as he felt every shiver and hitched breath from his stubborn pet. The smile on his face might have been considered cruel, but it wasn't truly from Colvyr's discomfort but more so the feeling of him clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping him alive.

They could have taken the elevator, but Heisenberg preferred this way for that reason alone. After three months apart how could he be expected not to want to be touching Colvyr as much as possible? If it meant spooking him for all of three minutes surely that was justified.

"Alright buttercup, we're here," Heisenberg announced as he stepped onto a concrete platform. Ahead of him a bright red door stood, tucked away into thick concrete, surprisingly clean compared to its surroundings. Colvyr doesn't make any attempt to move, just waits patiently as Heisenberg unlocks the door and steps inside. As soon as the door is closed however Colvyr writhes and ungracefully climbs over Heisenberg's shoulder and lands on carpeted ground on all fours.

His feathers are bristled and his claws dig into the new carpet, sniffing the air to inspect the new scents invading his senses. Red eyes race around the room that looked much larger then before, with an entirely new hallway leading somewhere at the far left of the room. Heisenberg watched with a facade of amused apathy, however his tongue dragged along the back of his teeth anxiously as he waited for Colvyr's approval of the new look.

Colvyr, continuing on all fours, explores further into the room, noting the bed had been moved and replaced with a couch and small tv and the kitchenette had been sized up. The dining table remained the same, no need for a big fancy table for two people after all. Another addition was a bookshelf, filled with trinkets as well as books and Colvyr was delighted to see the music box Heisenberg had crafted for him sat atop his favourite book.

The constant sway of Colvyr's tail gave away his approval and a high delighted chittering broke out from his throat, bouncing through the room and towards the hallway.

"Hey now mister, wait for me, I got a surprise in the bedroom," At his mentioning of a bedroom Colvyr made a mix of a purr and squealing sound, a sound so very unique to him. Well, after Mother Miranda had her way with him that is. Heisenberg chuckled and walked ahead of the excited mutant, hearing him prance excitedly behind him as they walked down the short hallway.

Heisenberg held up a playful finger to Colvyr as he turned to the right, pushing open the dark wooden door agonisingly slow and stepping into the pitch black room. Colvyr immediately freezes and whimpers, pupils growing large as he tried to see into the darkness. He could make out Heisenberg's shape and what looked like a bed but the rest was a mystery.

"Karl you know I hate the dark," he whispers, sounding small and fragile as he cowered from the doorway. Gentle shushing came from the shadow of his lover, who could just picture the once swaying tail now tucked between two furry legs.

"Come on now darlin' you know I'd never let you get hurt, come here," His loving cooing is enough to get Colvyr nervously crawling into the room. Staying low to the ground and eyes wide trying to take everything in, even with his enhanced sight the darkness still proved hard to navigate. But luckily Heisenberg is waiting with open arms and Colvyr stands and falls into his chest eagerly, holding onto him tightly as if scared he would disappear  the moment he let go.

Heisenberg chuckled, not in a teasing or amused manner but in a genuinely loving way. His lover could tear apart any of the other mindless drones in the entire village and yet here he was afraid of the dark and a little fall. It was endearing to say the least and probably one of the things that made him love him so dearly.

Colvyr's eyes had squeezed shut upon contact, so when light flooded the room the only thing he saw was the red of his eyelids.

"C'mon now i've been waiting all this time to give you this thing don't make me wait any longer," Heisenberg playfully spoke, gloved hands patting Colvyr's shoulders comfortingly yet roughly. Tentatively Colvyr opened his eyes, first looking up at Heisenberg's expectant smile and then to the rest of the room. A small gasp escapes him at the sight of two large mechanical wings laying atop the new queen sized bed. The scars on Colvyr's back almost sting at the sight and he all but bounces in his spot and nearly snaps his neck with how quickly he looks back up at Heisenberg.

"You, made those? For me?" He asks in disbelief, it wasn't that Heisenberg wasn't thoughtful, in fact every gift he gave was handmade with a little bit of his heart and soul molded into it. But this was the largest gift he'd made so far, the cogs and gears and screws all intricately and meaningfully placed to make them as aesthetically pleasing as they were functional.

"Who else d'you think i'd make 'em for you numbskull," Heisenberg snorts, affectionately ruffling Colvyr's hair and ushering him towards the wings. Clawed fingers carefully pulled away the cloth binding the wings together and revealed a metal chest harness. Tears welled up in the mutants eyes and Heisenberg sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

"Karl..." God his name sounded angelic coming from him, "I love them, but... Mother Miranda, she–"

"She won't do a goddamned thing," Heisenberg snaps, cutting off Colvyr's worried mutter and stalking forward. Protective hands cup faded purple cheeks and brush away blackened tears, his eyes are hidden behind his glasses but Colvyr can feel the intensity of them.

"That bitch only cut off your wings when you tried to escape yeah? Well you got me now so there won't be any more prison breaks right? So there's no problem and if there is she can take it up with me," He huffs, confident enough in his reasoning that Colvyr felt his flames of doubt flicker away. Colvyr chose not to think too hard on how he left out Alcina, Heisenberg never liked to think about her relationship with him and made it very clear.

He trusted Heisenberg with every fibre of his being and if he said it was okay then who was he to argue. A smile slips onto Colvyr's face, a matching one appearing quickly after on Heisenbergs. Colvyr leans in after a beat, Heisenberg eagerly after and as soon as their lips brush and breath mingle all the tension of months apart boils over. It isn't a gentle kiss by any means, it's passionate and hungry in more ways than one, Colvyr's hands holding onto Heisenberg's wrists desperately as he tries to deepen the kiss as much as physically possible.

Hearts that shouldn't be able too, beat erratically against ribcages, butterflies swarm their stomachs and any thought of anything else vanishes from their minds. The only thing in the moment that matters is them, their lips and teeth clashing and starving skin meets starving skin as the two fall against each other on the bed. It wasn't a simple lust filled embrace as someone on the outside would assume from the groping hands and shuddered breaths, but one of simple and utter adoration and starvation for their very souls.

Three months was starting to feel like an agonizing eternity for Heisenberg, it was even worse knowing his 'sister' was putting her hands on Colvyr the entire time they were apart. The only solace was the face she would pull upon seeing the countless bitemarks and hickies covering Colvyr's skin and the fact he would return to him eventually. Even with that, as he laid with Colvyr curled against his chest and tail wrapped around his thigh he couldn't help but wish he could have him to himself forever.

Maybe soon that could be a reality, if his future plan fell into place. Then he could give Colvyr the life he deserved, away from all this misery and finally safe with him. He would do anything to make that happen, even if he had to wait another century or so. He'd waited this long after all.

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Just Friends - Grayson Dolan Imagine

Summary: Grayson happens to fall for the wrong type of girl. Those two can never be together, they can never be something more. Some would compare it to unrequited love. Yet, when two people love each other to the point of heartache and cannot possibly be together; being so close, yet so far away-- that, that is real pain.

 Oh. Oh, no.

That was Grayson's very first reaction when he realized he was deep into it. He actually had heard the words being spoken to him from the little voice within his head, felt a biting sting at his heart, was aware of the nervous shift of his eyes. But, he just couldn't understand.

She was never the girl for him, she never was what he would portray as his 'dream girl'. Grayson always told himself he wanted that kind cutie, who was sweet to everyone, evidently sensitive and hardly uttered a swear word. Grayson almost always found himself swarmed by those kinds of girls, with the pretty hair, the smooth skin with beady eyes, the fabulous sense of fashion. He always found himself attracted to them, always thought that was his type.

Oh, but was he mistaken.

Three years ago, he met that aggressive, short girl; her persona making up for all the height she lacked. She was not some stunning beauty, she didn't have the perfect stature of a model, she talked filthy and always made dirty jokes; profanity after profanity rolling over her sweet tongue. Grayson remembers there was always some kind of tension between them; he could feel it. Initially, hearing such a girl talk like that made him recoil and his features to contort with rather a look of disgust.

"Girls shouldn't swear," He had told her, looking at her with spite, "It is not attractive. Don't swear."

To which she had kindly responded with, "If you don't like it, you can fuck right off."

And Grayson was so taken aback, he had found himself very keen on the small girl. He was intimidated by the strong way she carried herself, by the brash way of her speech, by how tough she seemed to be. It greatly intimidated him, yet it drew him in. He was almost astonished. If he were to tell that to any other girl-- he, Grayson Dolan, one of the most well-known charmers-- he was certain she would lower her head with shame and follow his command. But that girl paid absolutely no heed to him; a way which he wasn't accustomed to being treated. She strongly intrigued him ever since, and after a few times of telling her the same sermon, he gave up, at last accepting her colorful personality.

He simply couldn't bend that girl beneath his will.

He doesn't remember the date; the only thing he remembers is that it was almost three years ago when they were sitting on that bench, talking, chatting, laughing, like friends would always do. It was when she showed him that toothy, heartfelt smile that he saw how cute she was. And he was fucked.

Yet, it has been so long. He has tried liking other girls, attempted to take his mind off her; his heart was a writhing maniac within his chest from the mere thought of her. Even if rumors had spread about him dating that brunette all that time ago, there still was that thick undercurrent of static that was stimulating both minds. All that innocent flirting, the way she would bat her lovely eyes when she would gaze at him, how he would touch her when they were near. It made Grayson's little heart burst with happiness and joy, with the excitement an overwhelming crush could only bring about.

Grayson had spent restless nights thinking of her, crying for her, dreaming of her. He felt dirty to admit it, yet he had touched himself at the thought of her, too. The notion of those pretty lips that let venom flow from between them being shaky and wet, of her breasts beneath her blouse; he could only hope of wiping that little smirk of her face by having her moaning softly beneath him. It always made him feel so hot and bothered; he would stare at his sweaty self in the mirror, cheeks reddening as he bit at his flushed lips, shakily whispering her name.

Other times, he found himself hating her, loathing her very being.

Why, why her out of all people?! That fucking bitch isn't even my type! I could never like someone as vulgar and sassy like her! If she thinks I will stick around more, she is gravely mistaken!

That's what he told himself every time, and every time, he found that his heart wanted her more than ever. Grayson was at a loss as to what to do; he was trapped, captured within the net of the girl he harbored such strong feelings for. He would always end up going home and shoving his face against his clammy palms; slick from his tears. He'd kick at his bed and dresser, lie curled up into a heap upon the ground and sob quietly to himself.

"Y/n, why can't I crawl within your mind and see how you really feel about me? How can I know?!"

"Get out of my head! I hate you, I don't want you anymore!"

"Why... why can't you feel the same way?"

"I want you, so bad."

He couldn't get her out of his mind, sometimes, and it got really bad. He would bite into his pillow at night, try desperately to block off the sound of her laughter echoing gracefully within his blurred mind, to stop the images of her flashing right before his closed eyelids. He'd press against his ears until they were red from the pressure, shut his eyes so tightly until all he could see was white. But, she never seemed to have the desire of leaving his haunted mind at peace.

Even when Grayson screamed shrilly, knocking off any item that would find itself standing challengingly before his way, bruising his knuckles from the continuous abuse, it still wouldn't stop. It was pure torture, and Grayson would have his jaw clenched, his lashes glued shut as he tried to calm the frantic pace of his throbbing heart.

Grayson could feel his proud, angel wings wither with every second that went by; and with every fragment of time flowing by, his heart was cracking open a little more each time. There she was, flirtatiously talking to that guy. Grayson couldn't even tell who he was, being rendered sightless from the fury setting his form afire.

Crack.

There she was, being able to smile and laugh without him even being there.

Crack.

He was right next to her, yet she'd pay no heed.

Crack.

It took Grayson aback by how much it hurt. He would tell himself, 'Meh, who cares; if she doesn't need me, I don't need her either'. But it wasn't like that; it never was like that. He would occasionally catch her stealing glances, and it only made his confused heart stutter. He'd tried so hard to get over her, and every time, just as he was about to, she came right back, rendering his attempts useless. Grayson's mind was consumed; why was he so obsessed? He hated his feelings getting toyed with, he hated her.  But he couldn't let go of her. Every time his brother would tease him, asking him about who his crush is, he'd simply deny fancying anyone; even if his mind shouted one word loud and clear.

Y/n.

He missed her so much sometimes; yet, how can you miss someone who never was yours to begin with?

 ...

 Grayson knew that Troy's sleepover would be a shitty idea. He just knew. It was as if he had that sixth sense, when he was actually aware of how things would go down. Y/n would be there, too. Grayson's face reddened at the thought. He hated how helpless a simple girl could make him feel.

Yet, it turned out not so bad. Grayson would holler with laughter along with his guy friends, the girls were seated all together as if they had made Troy's living room their own little cocoon. He saw how Y/n laughed and made sex jokes along with her friends, even if she never left her place from beside her best friend. Grayson knew that the two were inseparable; they always stuck together when they found themselves in large groups of people, would always pretend to be mad at each other, only to laugh it off later on. Grayson was keenly aware than Y/n didn't really like any of her other 'girl friends', even if she acted like it. Been there, done that.

The sleepover was quite fun, in the long run. The friends had ordered pizza and watched horror films; even if some of the girls disliked the idea. They'd go on rambling about how bad the actors' acting skills were, while others were laughing at the comments, and some had their nose nuzzled against a pillow. Grayson had found himself sitting by Y/n's side, having a playful argument with her as he was offended by her rude comment 'Your pineapple pizza sucks ass'. Grayson's heart was fluttering continuously from being in such  close proximity, but he slowly eased into it, barking with laughter at her smart comments. He was glad to have spent such a time with his friends -- with her. It had been a while since Grayson felt truly happy in life.

Yet, something changed.

Grayson now finds himself sitting upon the couch, his body stiff and slightly cramped. Y/n has nestled her head against his shoulder, snoring ungracefully, mouth hanging open. A bit of drool has eluded from the corner of her mouth, dampening her skin. Her body was curled up against the warmth Grayson's body was giving off, the back of her right hand resting upon his thigh as she slept. The others had sprawled out across the floor to fall asleep long before them. Grayson is sleepy, too. But he simply can't shut his eyes. How could he, after all?

He is scared of even moving an inch, afraid of disturbing Y/n's so peaceful sleep. She seems so vulnerable, so innocent like this. Grayson was used of hearing her voice blare loudly at times, yell at him in anger or ripple with happiness, yet now, she was in one of her purest forms, reclining upon his form. The light from the TV was still glowing brightly against the walls; lathering her nestled body and shining within Grayson's eyes. For a moment, he considered moving away and letting her rest on her own; yet when Y/n nuzzled his bicep tiredly, his limbs stilled as though they were glistening pieces of frost. Grayson gulps, feeling his heart in his throat.

He had made up a similar scenario in his head countless times, thought of how warm, cozy and good being so close to her would feel like. Having her wrapped up in a thin blanket, -- just like now -- the eyes that always enchanted him closed, the lips that would prevail his carnal, sinful fantasies arid and ajar. In Grayson's eyes, she is so cute, lying here this, cheek and lips mashing adorably against his arm; allowing him to admire a beauty he had never seen before. The beauty of the calm of human sleep, of how she was snuggled up against him as if by instinct, body intrigued and drawn to another's touch. The blood pounding within his heart is coursing up to his face, gentle blush glowing off his slick, red lips and the florid hue of his cheeks. He hates to admit it, yet at this moment, he feels so innocently joyful-- just from the way they are huddled up together, it is as if... as if they were a young couple.

Grayson had tried to see some of those films which held romance and drama; he wanted to understand how girls worked. But, he still couldn't understand. The relationships in the fictional world seemed so much more easier to deal with. The lead characters merely kissed, and that was it. The deal was sealed. No fights, no yelling and no frustration. No troubled feelings. The ugly duckling with the immense glasses would always suddenly become as stunning as a model and claim the guy she had fallen in love with, the guy with the excessive acne and braces would transform into a hunk and get the girl he longed for. But, Grayson didn't want that. He didn't want to change himself for her, nor did he want her to changed herself for him. If you don't fall in love with the entirety of a person, what is the point? What is the point of physical alteration when the relationship is still an unrequited love, simply born just because one of the two parties is hot? Grayson really didn't understand such stuff, sometimes.

His blood almost freezes and he mutters a low 'Oh, my God' when she stirs from beside him, rubbing her nose against his sleeve. He hesitates to look down at her, biting his lip and begging the Lord that she hasn't woken up. When he peers slightly, he nearly has a heart attack as he views those pretty eyes, sleepy and tired, gazing at him with a look of confusion. Grayson's lips curl nervously into a narrow line, his breath trembling momentarily. He expects her to pull away in disgust, or to swear at him, or feel dirty being next to him; he can't decide which one is worst. After a second of thinking it over, he finally comes to the conclusion that each of them is equally heartbreaking.

Grayson glowered down at her again, and the muscles of his shoulders loosened, making them slump in defeat. She was smiling at him. Within her sleepy stupor; eyes briefly open like a newborn pup, her lips curled into a dazed smile. Grayson has never felt like this before, and it's foreign, it's frightening beyond what words can possibly describe. He can feel his heart melting from the intense emotion. And Y/n opens her arms, weary simper remaining stark upon her lips, waiting; wanting to be held. Initially, Grayson was baffled as to what she wanted; yet a little voice in the back of his head urged him forth and his sturdy arms enfolded around her. He swallowed down hard, sighing softly and gently petting her back; as though it were an instinct. At that moment, Grayson felt relaxed, calm, sated. The muffled throbs of his pulsing heart were palpitating against her chest, making her almost dizzy from the comfort.

And, it was over just as it had started; in a matter of a few seconds. Y/n withdrew slowly, twining her arms around Grayson's torso and being pulled back into sweet slumber once again. She fell asleep, his just presence a soothing lullaby to her fatigued mind. It felt so sweet and good to be swaddled within an embrace; especially his own. Even within the blur of slumber, she could still briefly understand who the one against her was. This was the only chance they would both ever get to be so close together.

Grayson could feel the pain and disappointment, the pessimism of his mind bringing him right back from his lovely nirvana. He knew that this would mean nothing once the morning sunlight would start peering from abaft the horizon. Because, sometimes, no matter how much two people want each other, they are merely not destined to be. Others say that everything is possible, that destiny is not existent. But, you have to be in that position to really understand just how hard it is. Wanting someone, loving someone and being loved back, yet everything seems to try to get in the way. Everything wants to keep you apart, everyone seems to adore butting in and ruining every single thing.

One can really do nothing but think about it, cry about it, try to forget it. Always easier said than done. They say that it's okay if you can't be with someone, that it's their loss, anyway. But it hurts. It hurts bad. Because the heart wants, and it wants bad. And then people become sad; they are so sad.

Grayson closed his tired eyes, letting silent tears kiss the curve of his lashes. He leaned his cheek against her head, desperately striving to stop his chest from caving inward. His body was ready to let it all out, but he knew he couldn't. He took in her scent, her warmth, her touch for once, feeling intoxicated, dazed. When would he ever get the chance to do so, again? The image of her bundled up in the blankets of his bed, hair ruffled, eyes scrunched up and lazy smile upon her face flashed across the back of his eyelids; but it was very slight, fleeting. Enough to make his heart ache. It was a thing he so badly craved, yet would never have. Because, they were friends, and that's what they would always be. They would always be there for each other, to laugh, to get into deep talk, but never nothing more. Grayson would make his heart stone when he saw her being friendly with other guys; his mind deep within knowing what she really wanted, yet would never have. For Grayson and Y/n were destined to be only that.

Just friends.