#then i shall get to plotting

[stcthoscpe]

「 aaron pierre, cismale + he / him 」 🔬  ‧₊˚  ⋆ ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ did you page LUCIAN ST. SAUVIN from EMERGENCY MEDICINE? they’re the thirty-three year old ATTENDING PHYSICIAN at KINGSLEY MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, they’ve been working here for 8 years. you’ve probably seen them if you catched up to kind blue-green eyes behind gold rimmed glasses, the beginnings of a bright smile curving full lips, discreet snoring from private corners while he sneaks in naps, whispered french creole to comfort panicking patients, the patients that do like them would tell you they are DEDICATED and NURTURING, but some of them think they’re WITHDRAWN and AVOIDANT. time is rushing, just go and find them. 

tw : divorce (parental & his own), gun violence, sibling death, imposter syndrome, perfectionism

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎. //

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: lucian harrison st. sauvin 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞(𝐬): luke, saint 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡: august 14, 1991 (33) 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: cismale / he + him 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧: castries, st. lucia 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞: new york city, ny (queens -- forest hills) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: attending physician of emergency medicine (fancy way to say er doctor) 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: heterosexual / heteromantic

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. //

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 / 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 6'3 / 212 lbs. 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 / 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬: black / hazel 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬: several. one along his spine, ending at the nape of his neck (swirling of designs, latin, and dedications to his homeland. it's an extensive, elegant tattoo. minimalist in nature.) he has another along his inner forearm -- the latin phrase 'memento vivere'. there's a final one behind his ear, the coordinates to his beloved hometown. 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: st. lucian (paternal) & jamaican / bajan (maternal) 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞:

lucian dresses true to form. in keeping with his pristine demeanor and the same precision he brings to work — clean, quiet, and intentional. crisp collarless shirts in charcoal or ivory, trousers that move with him, and lightweight coats that catch the wind when he walks. on the extremely rare occasion, he'll even wear jeans and tees but never anywhere important. lucian is a man that doesn't find much appeal in the excesses of life. he grew up poor, and even though a doctor's salary is what he used to dream of, he doesn't spend it frivolously. the only jewelry he prefers is a medallion given to him by his mother and one single ring, worn on his left hand, a family heirloom. he doesn't need bold patterns or flashes of gold to make an impression. you notice lucian st. sauvin when he enters a room.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: there's a small scar over his left eye -- barely noticeable. he received it on the playground in st. lucia as a child. the more noticeable marks are a small puckered scar on his left hip and a smaller but jagged scar along his right shoulder. both from a couple of gunshot wounds that he sustained shortly after his family moved to new york city. he was only thirteen. his older brother perished in the shooting.

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲-𝐛𝐲: aaron pierre

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 //

lucian is a man of few words and unrelenting presence. he carries himself with quiet precision, every movement measured, every silence meaningful. to patients, he is unwavering -- calm in the face of their fears and pain, deeply empathetic without ever becoming overly sentimental. he listens far more than he speak but when he does speak, it’s with purpose. his coworkers can find him difficult to read if it isn't about work. he keeps his personal life sealed tight behind a wall of professionalism. even his marriage and eventual divorce is seen as a 'rumor'. people can meet dr. st sauvin but they don't really know him. he doesn’t seek connection outside of the emergency room or the operating room but within it, he gives everything -- his time, his focus, his care. it's not that he lacks emotion but he stores it up. saves it for those who need him. it's part of his conditioning. lucian st. sauvin will give and give and give until there's nothing of him left...he sees that as his lot in life.

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: intelligent, empathetic, grounded, disciplined 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: withdrawn, self-sacrificing, avoidant

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 //

lucian was born to henry and alvita st. sauvin in 1991. the fourth child, second son. his father, an intelligent and enterprising young man, accepted a professional opportunity in new york and uprooted the family in 2002. they were a close knit family and totally relied on on another in this strange new home. henry jr, the oldest son, was more outgoing than them all. he threw himself into basketball and harbored dreams of joining the nba. lucian preferred solitary sports and ran track.

they were happy in new york for only two years before tragedy struck. during a pickup game in the bronx, lucian and his older brother were caught in the crossfire of a shooting. several bystanders were hit twice. lucian and henry were counted among them. while lucian survived his injuries, his older brother did not. henry st. sauvin jr. died shielding his younger brother.

his death shattered everything. his parents were divorced within the year, and lucian -- wracked with guilt and regret -- became even more lonely. the loss of his brother and a stable family unit shaped him but he learned not to speak his hurt. there was always someone hurting more than he was. someone who deserved to be heard. despite the setbacks, he grew up well. intelligent beyond belief with a memory that was damn near photographic. he could have become anything. a professor, a businessman, an engineer. but lucian wanted to be a doctor. he wanted to live a life of service. after all, henry saved him so it had to be for a reason. he couldn't waste the life his older brother had given to him.

lucian studied obsessively. from townsend to columbia to the icahn school to residency. his ambition was clear. he even married young, at twenty-three, determined to create a family. he was speeding through life's achievements in search of something he couldn’t name. for a while, it worked. but eventually -- something had to slip through his fingers. and it was his wife. seven years in, it ended quietly -- the way he does most things. no drama, no fanfare. just...quiet. he's been alone ever since.

now thirty-three, divorced and emotionally disciplined to a fault, luke devotes himself wholly to emergency medicine. it's the only place he feels useful, alive, and in control. in the trauma bay, everything has a name. a code. a fix. and that's the way life should be.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 //

medical resident under lucian's supervision — perhaps they idolize him. they now work elsewhere (or just started attending-level work at the same hospital) and still seek his approval, much to luke's frustration. they refuse to let him detach completely. - 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

the former wife. a powerful woman in her own right. their marriage thrived when they were on the same page but when the vision for their lives began to differ, they faltered. perhaps she still loves him or perhaps she can't believe she failed at something in her life. either way, they aren't as done with each other as they think. - 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 //

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ›› 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ›› 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ›› 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 ›› 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

[youwantamcdonaldbeautiful]

worlds most stupid yuri square I came up with for an au. yue and azula are in a Semi. Arranged marriage.

[steelart]

BG3 Comic: The Last Unicorn

Be Forewarned: Dark Urge Spoilers

This comic was inspired by the excellent idea of using The Last Unicorn dialogue for Astarion’s story from @fangsandfeels and the lovely comic made by @solmesia depicting it. You can see the original post here and the comic here.

When I read the original idea I thought that this also potentially works in reverse for a redemption Dark Urge who is horrified by their monstrousness. I did edit and add to the original dialogue for my own purposes.

(Also I really think it would have been cool if slayer form worked more like an uncontrollable werewolf-like curse rather than a gift you have to seek out.)

[biggentlemenking]

I'm tempted to have Dean take Sam with himself on a date in my fic, because he would. He would absolutely be like, "Oh no, I can't leave my baby Sam all alone. Naturally, I should bring my 14-year-old brother with my on a date. That's totally normal and acceptable behaviour."

And he's so hot he can because people will put up with weird shit for hot people. And anyway what are you supposed to say to someone who does that? And acts like he simply brought a jacket, no acknowledging it.

[obae-me]

The door to the common room opened as the eldest let himself inside, a curious arch to one of his eyebrows. "So here's where you all were," Lucifer sighed suspiciously, taking note of how everyone-- including MC-- was shifting in their seats, trying not to smile. "Do I even dare ask what--" The corner of his eyes spotted a small creature sneaking up behind him. His hand immediately pressed to his chest, his lips forming a tightly pressed line as he seemingly lost the air in his lungs. Catching his composure, he turned his head back to his brothers and the human in his care, shooting them all a frustrated glare. "What the hell is this doing here?"

The demon of Pride gestured down to the fluffy black and brown puppy that was no bigger than his shoe and currently busy attacking one of his shoelaces. His gaze did not leave the pup for a single second.

"I'm makin' some money. Don't worry about it," Mammon assured him, leaning back against the couch and observing his older brother with a deeply focused gaze. "Dogsittin' for a day or two."

Asmo and Satan shot each other competitive looks from across their seats.

Annoyed that he wasn't consulted first, Lucifer shook his head a bit as the puppy bounded away from his shoe and towards a dust bunny on the ground. "Well, as always, you're doing a terrible job," he huffed, quickly stepping forward and scooping the animal off the ground and tucked against his chest with one arm. The other free hand was used to pull the dust and fluff from the creature's mouth. "You mustn't have anything on the floors. They need to be looked after constantly. Not to mention a strict schedule." The puppy licked at his fingers and chewed playfully at his tie, tugging on it. "Honestly... as if any of you are responsible enough to take care of anything. Isn't that right, little one?" As he spoke, he began to take a few steps back towards the doors, scratching under the dog's chin with his eyes closed and just the faintest touch of pink on his cheeks. Lucifer left just as quickly as he came, taking the dog with him.

All the brothers leapt to their feet, pointing at each other.

"I told you he wouldn't gasp! That's five Grimm!" Asmo pointed towards Satan, who cursed and groaned in annoyance.

"But," Mammon smirked, a little smug laugh following his words. "He swore. Which means little Belphie has something he owes me." The youngest rolled his eyes before chucking his Grimm at the demon of Greed.

Beel finally spoke up with a grin on his face. "He did the baby voice at the end. So that means Levi gives me snacks right?"

"W-what?! That didn't count! So what if he gushed just a little?.... Alright fine, whatever, I'll let you have my pudding..."

The human looked at each and every one of them, more of a devilish look in their eyes than usual. "Do we want to make bets on if he's snuggling the puppy right now?" Everyone seemed to snap to attention at that. MC grinned. "The person who gets the best photo of him cuddling wins 20 Grimm."

[poisonousquinzel]

okay okay okay okay okay the way this harlivy piece was released in Batman Chronicles Gallery #1 in 1997,, before the iconic Tango With Evil one by Alex Ross in 1999, and it's general pose similarities, but like instead of it being a one-sided romance with him possessively gripping her wrist rather than hold her hand,,, they're just actually holding each other

ya know?????

[demonslayedher]

It's... it's ok, I didn't have my hopes up for fluffly filler content for every single Hashira or anything, or seeing any of Mitsuri's family or pets or flashbacks or additional antics or anything, I'm fine, I love the manga canon content done straight justice and brought to life, I'm not dealing with a sense of loss, I'm fine, everything is fine

[problematicsashawaybright]

okay.... i am convinced. When I get paid on friday, I will buy in stars and time on my computer and start playing it....

[jez-bez]

You have your Phukan and I have my Phukan in my world too. [...] Different paths lead to different futures. If you want a future with Phu, stop being a coward.

The juxtaposition in this image is beautiful and scary at the same time. Where our Cir is standing in a completely empty white room that resembles a padded cell/seclusion room, reflecting as Mame calls it 'a person with a blank brain, representing Cirrus mind in our world' - OtherWorld!Cir is standing in a seemingly functional operations room.

As we've come to learn in this scene (and in the bts!) Other World!Cir is the brains behind this all. He's the one who shows our Cir the dream sequence with Phu. ("How does it feel to see a different future?")

And I wonder, if the multiverse truly exists and it isn't just in Cir's mind (an argument can be made that's it's happening inside his head anyway but that's besides the point kdjbfkjsdf) and OtherWorld!Cir is the brains behind it - then how many Cir's were too cowardly to reply to Phu back in high school? How many Cir's never actually got together with him? How many Cir's have never broken free from his mother's control over them? How many times has OtherWorld!Cir seen his/their own cowardice ruin every Cir's lives?

How long did it take OtherWorld!Cir before he had to step in and take control? And how many times has it not worked, the Cir from those universes too ruined beyond repair to ever live a normal life?

The questions are endless and I'm so interested in learning more about him, though I doubt we will.

[stormbreaker-290]

Wawawaaaaaa

[julia-loves-cupcakes]

"Potentially very evil, but certainly very silly"

-An mc probably

Also, a couple of extra versions because I got really indecisive about the background:

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

october 3, 2021 2:00 p.m. morensong coffee house

[grant] thank you for meeting me so last minute.

[cerise] yeah, it’s no problem! actually, i'm glad we could do this sooner rather than later. this has been at the back of my mind for a while–the curiosity has–so when you texted me yesterday, i was, like, i need to know. i may be going out of town for a week, but i'll try to make room in the schedule for this before i leave.

[grant] are you traveling anywhere exciting?

[cerise] iceland. it’s a big family trip to celebrate my parents’ 20th anniversary. as in, my mom and my stepdad’s anniversary. i mean, he’s my real dad as far as i'm concerned, but technically my stepdad. i think you get what i mean, i don’t know why i'm over-explaining.

[grant] wow, that is exciting. well, i hope you guys have fun. i hear it’s just as gorgeous there as you think it is.

[cerise] anyway, thank you again for asking your–our, i guess; that’s still weird to say–dad some questions on my behalf. i'm sure that wasn’t easy.

[grant] i should warn you that it’s not necessarily a wealth of information.

[cerise] that’s okay.

[grant] there was a lot going on when i talked to him, and if there were other questions i could have asked…

[cerise] it’s okay.

[grant] i wouldn’t have been able to think of them, and now, uh, the line of communication is closed, so i can’t really go back and...

[cerise] i said it was okay, didn’t i?

[cerise] the basics are enough, and you already put yourself out for a stranger. if i want to know anything else, i'll find the right moment to get my my mom talk about what happened.

[grant] do you want me to just get right into it?

[cerise] whatever you prefer.

[grant] so, uh, essentially, my parents were attending a medical conference of some kind in detroit. they were still married then, but my dad was unhappy with the relationship. he met your mom at the conference, and then he had–as far as i'm aware–a one-night stand with her. she found out my dad already had a family, they agreed to not be in each other’s lives, and he paid her child support.

[grant] that’s what i know. i'm sure there’s more to it, but...

[grant] oh! right, “the more” is that there is a nonzero chance we have more siblings out there.

[cerise] huh.

[cerise] i'm almost surprised there isn’t more drama. that’s a pretty mundane story. a one-night stand with someone you know nothing about is the oldest story in the book.

[cerise] weird, i feel better now. my curiosity is sated. well, i am wondering how the affair even happened if your mom was right there and about the potential other children, but that’s a whole can of worms.

[grant] well, i'm glad you feel better.

[cerise] and the story does make sense. i always wondered if there was some big thing with the secrecy, but if it’s because your–our?–dad was a married man, i get it. my mom is a very good person with strong morals. i know her, and she would not want anything to do with someone if she were aware they were cheating and had a family, and she wouldn’t want me to have any business with them either.

[grant] she made the right decision to stay away. he’s unnecessary. your lives are a billion times better off without him. if you’re thinking, “how can he say that?” just trust me.

[cerise] i mean, i can’t be upset about it. i'm not sure what i potentially lost out on, but what i've had in life with my parents has been perfect or just about perfect, so i'm not going to question her choice.

[grant] you didn’t lose anything. not to say trust me again, but trust me.

[cerise] i'm sorry. this probably is far less of a flippant thing for you.

[grant] don’t worry about me. it’s all good.

[grant] i am just really glad you feel better, and i'm glad i could be of some use to you as well. it’s a lot easier to use me than your mom. i have never met her, but i'm guessing she’d prefer to just forget about all this stuff, and i hope she has.

[cerise] i was frustrated she wouldn’t tell me the truth, but i get it now. this may be a classic story, but it’s still, you know, an embarrassing one. if i found out my boyfriend were a married man tomorrow, i would melt into the floor and stay there.

[grant] anyway, i know we’ve been sitting here all of ten minutes, but i should let you go. once i finish drinking this coffee, i will get out of your hair. you have things to do–exciting things. go pack and travel and have fun and all that.

[cerise] hey, you don’t have to leave already!

[grant] no, i don’t want to take up your afternoon. at least no more than enough to tell you what you were waiting a few weeks to hear.

[cerise] i mean, i blocked out time to do that and talk to you generally for a bit.

[cerise] i don’t know how to go about all this, but i wasn’t planning on benefiting off your connection to your–our?–dad and then peacing out. i figured we could be acquainted, if nothing else.

[cerise] unless that’s too much for you, in which case, totally get it. no pressure. my existence must be weird for your mom and siblings. i'm assuming you have siblings.

[cerise] or maybe they don’t know. i also get it if you’re keeping this situation on the down-low. i can assure you that you’d not be alone in that. i'm not sure i could tell my parents right now that i know about my origins or that i've met my bio dad’s son. not yet.

[grant] definitely don’t do that before the big anniversary trip. but no, don’t worry about that either. i don’t have siblings. not anymore. and my mom...let’s not even go there. there’s nothing to worry about on those fronts.

[grant] it’s not that it’s too much, basically. i have zero problems with you, and i have no family left who would have a problem with you either, so.

[grant] i just don’t want to be in your way, not today or at any point in the future, and i will be. you don’t need my dad around; you don’t really need me either.

[cerise] i don’t care if you are, honestly. you are my brother. that feels weird to say, but you are, and you haven’t done anything wrong. i'd like to know my brother.

[cerise] this is maybe the only regretful, i don’t know if that’s the right word, part of all the secrecy and the way i came to be. i get along with my step-siblings. what’s wrong with getting along with the half-siblings? or half-sibling?

[grant] i should have also warned you i'm kind of in a dour mood entirely because of my dad. sorry. not because of you or this whole thing, though, to be clear.

[grant] i wanted to meet to get all this off my mind so i have no other reason to think about him, hopefully, for the rest of my life. i'll be in a more conversational mood soon-ish, once i'm done thinking about him.

[grant] this is going to make me wishy-washy. i don’t want to be in your way; i don’t want to be a source of awkwardness in your family if they ever know you know me, but…

[grant] okay. i wouldn’t mind getting along with my half-sibling. maybe we could meet up when you have time again.

[cerise] yeah, i'll text you. i might be busy for a while with work when i'm back from my trip, but…

[grant] text me anytime. we’ll figure it out.

[summer-oil]

wanna write a canon-aligned part 2 to fireflies never came that’s from suguru’s pov… bc he wanted reader so damn bad and i think that added layer of jealousy would be so tasty during his defection era

[waitingforsecretsouls]

Fëanor and succession

"High princes were Fëanor and Fingolfin, the elder sons of Finwë, honoured by all in Aman; but now they grew proud and jealous each of his rights and his possessions. Then Melkor set new lies abroad in Eldamar, and whispers came to Fëanor that Fingolfin and his sons were plotting to usurp the leadership of Finwë and of the elder line of Fëanor, and to supplant them by the leave of the Valar; for the Valar were ill-pleased that the Silmarils lay in Tirion and were not committed to their keeping." - The Silmarillion, Chapter 07: Of the Silmarils and the Unrest of the Noldor

„Though after the rule of the Noldor was committed to him [Fingolfin] by Manwë (in place of his elder brother and father) he took the name of Finwë.“ -Morgoth’s Ring, The Later Quenta Silmarillion (II)

"He [Fëanor] claimed now the kingship of all the Noldor, since Finwë was dead, and he scorned the decrees of the Valar." -The Silmarillion, Chapter 09: Of the Flight of the Noldor

"As he [Fëanor] said with some justice: ‘My brother’s claim rests only upon a decree of the Valar; but of what force is that for those who have rejected them and seek to escape from their prison-land?’" -The Peoples of Middle - Earth, Chapter 11: The Shibboleth of Fëanor

"Therefore even as Mandos foretold the House of Fëanor were called the Dispossessed, because the overlordship passed from it, the elder, to the house of Fingolfin, both in Elendë and in Beleriand, and because also of the loss of the Silmarils." -The Silmarillion, Chapter 13: Of the Return of the Noldor

"With him into banishment went his seven sons, and northward in Valinor they made a strong place and treasury in the hills; and there at Formenos a multitude of gems were laid in hoard, and weapons also, and the Silmarils were shut in a chamber of iron. Thither also came Finwë the King, because of the love that he bore to Fëanor; and Fingolfin ruled the Noldor in Tirion. Thus the lies of Melkor were made true in seeming, though Fëanor by his own deeds had brought this thing to pass; and the bitterness that Melkor had sown endured, and lived still long afterwards between the sons of Fingolfin and Fëanor." -The Silmarillion, Chapter 07: Of the Silmarils and the Unrest of the Noldor

"One thing only marred the design of Manwë. Fëanor came indeed, for him alone Manwë had commanded to come; but Finwë came not, nor any others of the Noldor of Formenos. For said Finwë: ‘While the ban lasts upon Fëanor my son, that he may not go to Tirion, I hold myself unkinged, and I will not meet my people.’" -The Silmarillion, Chapter 08: Of the Darkening of Valinor

"Fingolfin had prefixed the name Finwë to Ñolofinwë before the Exiles reached Middle-earth. This was in pursuance of his claim to be the chieftain of all the Ñoldor after the death of Finwë, and so enraged Fëanor that it was no doubt one of the reasons for his treachery in abandoning Fingolfin and stealing away with all the ships." -The Peoples of Middle - Earth, Chapter 11: The Shibboleth of Fëanor

"So it came about that to Fëanor the rejection of þ became a symbol of the rejection of Míriel, and of himself, as her son, as the chief of the Noldor next to Finwë: […] So Fëanor would call himself 'Son of the þerindë', and when his sons in their chilhood asked why their kin in the house of Finwë used s for þ he answered: 'Take no heed! We speak as is right, and as King Finwë himself did before he was led astray. We are his heirs by right and the elder house. Let them sá – sí, if they can speak no better.'" -The Peoples of Middle – Earth, Chapter 11: The Shibboleth of Fëanor

"To his sons Finwë gave his own name as he had done to Fëanor. This maybe was done to assert their claim to be his legitimate sons, equal in that respect to his eldest child Kurufinwë Fayanáro, but there was no intention of arousing discord among the brothers, since nothing in the judgement of the Valar in any way impaired Fëanor’s position and rights as his eldest son. Nothing indeed was ever done to impair them, except by Fëanor himself; and in spite of all that later happened his eldest son remained nearest to Finwë’s heart." -The Peoples of Middle- Earth, Chapter 11: The Shibboleth of Fëanor

[youngpettyqueen]

I need the Doctor Who finale NEOW because I really cant decide how I feel about Wish World and I need the second part of it to solidify my opinions

(spoilers in the tags you have been warned)

[teecupangel]

Catboy nonny here with a slightly different idea:

Catboy!Altair + non-catboy!Malik + altmal?

Malik didn’t like Al Mualim’s… ‘cat son’…

He always looked down at everyone… figuratively and literally (the cat man liked to stand on top of high places).

He always looked bored, even when sparring with any of the Assassins.

And he…

He would always push off expensive looking jars and other decorations whenever someone wasn’t staring at him.

It was like he was deliberately making it harder for people to focus.

But Malik knew for a fact that the cat knew how to be stealthy.

Even with his lack of speech (the most sound Malik had ever heard from him was a growl) and the obvious cat ears that could barely be hidden by his hood, he was still considered an Assassin who would go on missions under Al Mualim's direct orders.

No.

He was considered as a Master Assassin.

Malik wasn’t going to say it wasn’t unwarranted.

The cat man did have the skills and the experience to be considered a Master Assassin.

The problem was his attitude.

He knew he was better than all the other Assassins and it showed.

He was arrogant and rude.

Malik didn’t like being in his presence.

And it was clear the cat man did not like being in Malik’s presence as well.

Every time they were near each other, his ears would straighten upward and the blackness of his eyes would grow, nearly overtaking his golden eyes.

He would always watch Malik with unblinking eyes.

Malik didn’t even know if he did something wrong that he had no memories of or if the two of them just… naturally didn’t like each other’s presence.

So he tried to stay away.

It wasn’t like the cat man would stay away from him. He did whatever he wanted to do.

So Malik was the one who had to compromise.

But this…

“Kadar.”

“Yes, brother?”

“Why is Al Mualim’s… ‘son’ on your lap?”

“Uuuuhhh…” Kadar glanced all around the small room in their house where they would eat together, most likely trying to find an excuse to use.

Malik just stared at the cat man currently using his brother’s lap as his pillow.

Those golden eyes staring back at him.

His tail swishing from side to side languidly.

“He… followed me… home?” Kadar answered and Malik wasn’t even sure if he was telling the truth right now.

Whatever the truth was…

It was clear that the cat man was to blame for this.

His brother had always had a soft spot for cats, after all.