#[ tHIS APPLIES TO ALL MY MUSES WITH THEIR S/O

[lunaetis]

there's always something special about the way my muses look at their significant others that would always get me. because i can always picture what type of gaze they have when they look at their partner so clearly in my mind. a kind of gaze that spells how so utterly enamored they are for their partner, and the thoughts that go through their mind. i feel my muses do that unconsciously, whenever they get a chance they just look at them, look at the other half of their souls and think; this is it. this is the reason i'm here. this person is the reason why i have endured what i had until this point. this is the person who makes this world worth living. the person that i'd change my ways for, the person that i'd do anything for. it's so, so innate in terms of attachment and how large and powerful their partner's image and presence is in their mind. this is the person who they had willingly handed their hearts to, allowing them to have a kind of power and control over them and willingly allow them to know how to both make them the happiest beings and how to hurt them in the worst way possible, too. that kind of trust, of faith, of devotion, and when their partner's eyes met theirs, it just resonated inside their mind :

i am so in love with you i wouldn't know what to do if i were to lose you.

[gallaghersgal]

hi! i'd like to ask prompt 😈  ─  decide who has been the naughtiest and the nicest and give each other rewards & consequences accordingly  ( can be funny/platonic or sexy/nsfɯ, depending on muses’ relationship ) with lip gallagher x maybe innocent northside!reader

thank you <33

who's naughty and nice || lip gallagher

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!northside!reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY. porn. oh my god so much porn. lingerie. oral (m receiving). first time, p in v, unprotected. lots and lots of good girl. rambling poetically about sex and love. mention of a random ass made up ex.

a/n: what's one step above overboard? whats where i went with this request. enjoy!!

wordcount: 2k

inspecting the lingerie set lip had gifted you in the mirror, you can't deny. you look sexy. it's a red set with fluffy white trim, perfect for christmas. your parents were out of town for their anniversary. the two of you have the house to yourselves.

"what do you think?" you ask, turning from your shoulders so your ass remains on display to your boyfriend where he sits on your bed. he's got a shit-eating grin on his face, reaching his arms out and beckoning you over. "hold on!" you remark with a giggle, "i've got to put on the finishing touch."

you fish a matte red lipstick out of your makeup organizer, forming your lips into a perfect o. you apply the lipstick, looking him in the eyes as you place the cap back on and toss it onto your desk.

"pretty baby," lip drawls. "fuck- c'mon stop fuckin' teasin' me. jesus!"

he's wearing a christmas sweater you'd bought for him paired with a pair of boxers, jeans long since discarded. you can see the obvious tent, and you grin.

you sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. "you've been so good to me this year," you murmur against him.

"yeah? 'm i on the nice list baby?" his pretty eyes stare into yours, twinkling in the light of your desk lamp. "y'gonna give me a present?"

you giggle, nodding and kissing his cheek before crawling over to straddle him. his hands fall so easily to your hips and you revel in the warmth of his skin against yours. time like this with lip is precious. the quieter times, just the two of you. you cherish them.

"my pretty baby," he whispers. it's reverent. he never thought he had a chance with you. "my girl. my smart girl, my kind girl, my sexy baby. all wrapped up like a perfect fuckin' present. and all f'me, too."

a whimper passes through your lips as he bites at your neck, soothing the skin with his tongue. he grinds his hips up into you, holding you down against him. "whatcha wanna do tonight? anythin' you want, no pressure or anything. 's just me, yeah?"

"i know," you coo, running your fingers over the heated skin under the hem of his sweater. "i..." you trail off, biting your lip and feeling your skin flush. god, why was this so hard? it's just lip, you tell yourself.

one strong hand lands under your chin, tilting it up. his voice is soft when he speaks. "hey, kid, look at me, yeah?" he's good to you. god, he's so good to you. you look him in the eyes, face burning. "hi baby," he whispers.

"hi lip."

"there we are, lemme see that pretty smile." he kisses your forehead, each of your cheeks, your nose, and then your lips. "listen, you don' gotta be scared, or embarassed, or anythin' you're feelin' right now. i can see the gears turning in that pretty li'l noggin of yours." he taps the side of your head and you giggle.

"lip... i wanna," you suck in a soft breath, tummy flipping as his thumb rubs your cheek. "i wanna suck you off."

lip swears under his breath, pupils dilating ever so slightly as he bites his lip. you can tell he's eager. "shit- baby girl," he grins, pressing a kiss to your lips. "'m not gonna say no t' that. are you sure? i know y'never-"

"i want to."

you're firm, ready to try something new for your boyfriend. he gives so much, pleasuring you with an intensity you've never experienced at your own hand. you want to offer the same to him.

a grin spreads across his face as eager hands strip off the christmas sweater. your fingers trace over the newly exposed skin, trailing down until they brush the waistband of his boxers. you slink down, keeping eye contact until you're level with his hips.

lip watches in wonder as you trace delicate, curious fingers over the outline of his cock. he's hard, and so so warm under your hand. his own hand comes to hold your cheek, gentle and reassuring. it's so easy to love him, you think.

you press one chaste kiss to the head before your fingers pull his boxers down. "tell me if i'm... tell me if 's not good, okay?

lip chuckles, "sweetheart, if lizzy fuckin' walker can do it you can, m'kay? y'gonna do great." your lips form a stubborn pout, eyes narrowing as you look up at him. "shit- yeah, no ex talk. 'm sorry baby."

he pats your cheek sweetly, "you're gonna be fuckin' perfect. i promise." his smile is genuine, cheeks rosy, chest rising and falling with soft breaths, and you wonder why you had ever been scared.

you sink down again, salty taste meeting your lips as you take just the tip into your mouth. he's thick, barely enough to fit into your hand, but you're determined. you take the base in your hand, pumping in soft strokes the same way you've seen him touch himself. a grunt falls from his lips as you take him deeper, swirling your tongue around the head.

"easy baby, teeth," he murmurs. "tha's it. good girl."

you pull off of him, stroking him a few more times before licking him from base to tip. you squeeze your thighs against each other as you press wet, open-mouthed kisses along his length. "lip, y've been so fuckin' good to me," you tell him, sending vibrations through him and tingles up his spine. "wanna treat you the way you treat me."

lip groans as you lick over the tip, taking him a little deeper than before. the feeling is addictive, you can feel his heartbeat throbbing through the vein that runs along the underside of his dick. "shi- shit, pretty baby," he whines. he fucking whines. it's exhilarating.

you pump him quicker with your hand, swirling your tongue all around what you can fit in your mouth. his hands are gripping your hair, gentle tugs here and there as he starts to lose himself in the pleasure.

you're soaked, the lace of the pretty panties he had gifted you becoming tacky with the feeling of your arousal. lip coos down at you, "pretty baby, so good to me. y'feelin' good? huh?"

you draw off his cock again, keeping your lips seductively parted as you peer up at him. you nod slowly and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. lip's hands move from your hair to your waist, yanking you to him.

"my pretty fuckin' present. lets get this off'a ya," he murmurs against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he unclasps your bra. in an instant his hands are on your tits, caressing the soft skin. "all soft 'n willin' 'n pretty f'me, yeah? my good girl."

"lip," you murmur, your speech slurring against his mouth. "i wan' you t'fuck me."

"baby-" he gasps, fingers playing with the little ties at your hip. "wanted this so bad, didn' wanna ask-"

"shhh, please. jus-" you break off into a moan when lip sucks your nipple into his mouth. "ah! jus' fuck me, please i want it."

in one smooth motion you're flipped on your back, whining at the force of it. his hands pull at the strings holding your red panties up until the fabric hangs loose. you could never get tired of this. he's so pretty, so sweet, his blue eyes keeping yours in a steady gaze as he pulls your waistband down slow, slow, slow.

warm breath fans out over now bare skin, goosebumps erupting over your whole body. "so fuckin' perfect. lemme kiss ya, sweet girl."

you whine when his lips make contact with your clit, placing one chaste kiss there before paving a trail up your body. a string of hickeys and bite marks is left in his wake until he arrives at his destination.

then, he kisses you like he needs it to breathe.

which, truthfully, he kind of does. you're his resolve. his shelter.

"'m gonna be real good t'ya," he whispers, like a promise. "you want me t'stop, or do anythin' different, y'just tell me, okay?"

you smile at him, leaning up to kiss him once, twice, until you can't breathe. then you tell him, "i trust you."

"good, tha's how we want it." his hands are gentle along your body, fingers dipping into your core. his thumb ribs your clit for a moment, just to hear you whine, before one finger slips so easily inside you. "fuck, baby, y've never been this fuckin' wet. think you can take another?"

you nod, moaning as a second finger fills you so deliciously. it's so good. he's so good. you buck up against him, craving it harder, deeper. "please, lip, need you."

"shhh, i know. my good girl." lip lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly.

your head tilts back with a sweet whine as he fills you. lip's feeling it too, a soft groan falling from his mouth as his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. your skin together is so warm, the feeling so intimate. you could never feel anything but this when you were with him. warm, safe, adored.

his hips have stilled, cock deep inside you and throbbing with the feel of it. "c'mon lip, please?" you ask, voice soft and quiet. with a whisper of a kiss against your chin he starts to move, and god, it feels like heaven. you watch with curious, lidded eyes as his hips move against you. the way his abs flex, the way his chest heaves with every stroke, it's all too much.

the feeling builds, and lip smothers your cheek with kisses. "so good, fuckin' tight as shit. squeezin' the life outta me, jesus."

you whimper his name, grabbing onto his arms and relaxing your body. "wan' it harder- come on handsome," you beg.

his teeth bury into your shoulder as his hips speed up. "tha's my girl, takin' it so well. how y'feelin? good, huh?"

"g-good. so good."you can barely speak, whines and babbles spilling from your parted lips while the white hot coil in your stomach twists just that little bit tighter. "'m close, fuck! i'm sorry i-"

his lips silence your words as he fucks you harder. "don' say any of that, y'doin' so good."

you begin to lose any semblance of focus, eyes darting about the ceiling tiles as the wave of your pleasure begins to crest. the sounds of the city, the quiet hum of the fan, the music playing from your ipod in the corner, all of it fades. all that's left is the obscene sounds of skin on skin.

one rough palm meets the underside of your knee and he murmurs against your skin, "this 's gonna make it feel better." he hooks your leg around his hips, pushing in deeper and drawing a lewd moan from you. "that's it. you gonna cum f'me?"

"y-yes! fuck, yes, lip-" your thighs begin to shake as your orgasm builds, teetering just on the brink of being washed over with pleasure.

the moment the rough pad of his thumb brushes your clit, the tension snaps. you throw your head back with a chorus of curses and moans of his name. your vision goes white and your body goes limp, letting go and choosing to feel. feel the way his hips begin to stutter, the way his hand eases your clit through it, the way his mouth buries itself in the place where your shoulder meets your neck and whispers a sweet string of praises.

"w-where," lip asks, "fuck- baby, where?"

"inside," you whimper. "don' care- please," it sounds restless coming from your lips.

he cums inside of you with one final stroke, body going limp on top of yours, and then it's all sweat sticky skin and soft kisses and whispers of your affection. he praises you like never before, whispering how good you've done and how pretty you are. his pretty girl.

when you've both come down from the high, after you've showered, indulged in your full nighttime routine, and made lip do the same, you lay limp and sated in his strong arms. one hand finds it's place on your ass, the other circling gently around your shoulders to hold you close to his body.

"merry christmas, pretty girl," he murmurs.

"merry christmas lip."

end.

my masterlist. my winter sleepover.

[persephoneflowerpetals]

Super new here so I hope this is ok to ask, but I was wondering how you think Hades would act at get togethers in either a hades/persephone relationship or a hades/anon relationship like with his brothers + other dieties. Stumbled on your page with your earlier hades/reader textposts and became OBSESSED so yeah :)

Hi!!! Omg you’re totally fine!!!

I’m so sorry this took me forever to answer lol! 😅

I can totally do headcanons for Hades x reader / s/o and Hades x Persephone lol! Honestly, pretty much all of the x reader headcanons will apply to the Hades x Persephone headcanons, so I’ll try not to double up on headcanons lol.

But I’m assuming you mean headcanons for how Hades reacts at parties with his brothers and other gods when he’s with his s/o? Hope I’m not misinterpreting that lmao. I’ve honestly never gotten a request before lol! This is my first one so thank you so much!!! I’m so glad you like my x reader headcanons!!! 🥰

Anyways, here ya go! Headcanons are under the cut (just so the post doesn’t get too long lol)! 😁

Hades x Reader at Deity Parties (Headcanons)

Hades loves parties! Too bad he doesn’t get invited to many these days.

He loves parties even more when he’s with you!

He will fight for you to get into the party if you’re a mortal or demigod.

If they refuse you then he just leaves with you to do something else.

“Forget about it, babe. Those losers don’t know how to party anyways. It’s probably a total snooze fest in there. Let’s just crash some Grecian festival, huh? Most the mortals down there know how to party better than the gods do up here.”

But if you guys do get in then he spends most of the time chatting and schmoozing with the other gods (or at least trying to anyways, they don’t really wanna talk to him). He may even try to scheme his way into getting something he wants from another god while he’s there.

If he’s not chatting with the other gods then he’s usually chatting with you.

Hades is a total gossip so he’s gonna dish the juicy deets and all the tea to you.

“Did you hear about Iris’ run in with some satyrs a couple months ago? Yeah, I heard she tried to crash their bacchanal or something and a big fight broke out. Crazy stuff.”

He also just loves to watch the other gods at the party with you and comment on what’s going on.

“Look, I think Apollo’s gonna make a move on one of the muses….oof! Shot down like Achilles in the Trojan war. Yikes.”

If you’re more of the shy type then Hades doesn’t mind you sticking around him the whole time and he won’t try to force you to talk to anyone. He’ll pretty much do all the talking for you lol.

If you do decide to chat with someone (whether you’re shy or not) while he’s around, he refuses to let anyone interrupt you when you’re talking.

He’s also gonna be listening and taking in every word you say when you talk because this god is just so enamored by you. He could listen to you talk for hours.

Hates when his brothers talk to you. It’s nothing against you. He just hates his brothers lol.

It drives Hades crazy when his brothers tell embarrassing stories about him to you. He thinks they do that deliberately to make you leave him and/or think poorly of him.

Absolutely 100% gets jealous if he thinks someone is trying to flirt with you, even if the other person is in a relationship already. Cue Hades getting all handsy with you and making snarky and passive aggressive comments towards the other deity “flirting” with you.

Also, whether Hades is jealous or not, he loves PDA and will love on you and kiss you during the whole party (as long as you’re okay with that, of course).

If you ever get uncomfortable at a party for any reason he’ll find any way for you to make you feel more at ease.

If you end up wanting to leave a party early, then he’s cool with that.

But Hades will stay as long as you want at the parties. Even if you’re nearly the last two left, he’ll stay until you’re ready to go.

Hades x Persephone at Deity Parties (Headcanons)

The only reason Hades is invited to parties nowadays is mainly because of Persephone.

The other gods can’t stand Hades, but they love Persephone and don’t want her to feel left out. They also know how much the two love each other and how inseparable they are, so they’re pretty much a dual package.

The other gods are pretty much forced to “play nice” with Hades since Persephone’s there lol.

Hades also has to “play nice” with his brothers and the gods he doesn’t like (which is most of them) for the sake of Persephone.

Hades isn’t usually much of a problem at the parties than he used to be since Persephone is there to sorta rein him in so he doesn’t cause trouble or mischief.

Persephone usually tries to talk to the deities she’s used to talking to (like her mother, Artemis, Aphrodite, Apollo, etc.).

She also tries to stick with Hades the whole time at parties just because she feels awkward when she ends up standing alone.

If Persephone ever gets stuck talking to someone she doesn’t want to talk to or just in an awkward situation, Hades (being the smooth talker he is) will always swoop in to “save the day” whether that’s redirecting the conversation or just pulling her away from whoever she’s talking to.

Hades LOVES to brag about his wife and the fact that he’s married to Persephone to EVERYONE lol. Like, it was kinda cute when they first got married, but now everyone’s just like “Yeah, we get it, Hades. You’re crazy in love with your wife. We can see that.”

They’ll both constantly try to avoid their relatives because their family drives them crazy (unless Hades’ mom is at the party lol, she’s the only family member he can stand).

Hades is constantly kissing and loving on his wife during parties. She gets all flustered about it, but she loves it.

Takes any chance he can get to call Persephone his wife because he’s so freaking proud and lucky to have her. Like, he just wants to show her off to everyone.

[strawbbfluff]

Hi I saw you write for The Originals and was wondering if you can do a headcanon for Elijah, Klaus and Kol finding out their S/O is ticklish

sure can! sorry this took so long!

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elijah mikaelson

no one can tell me this man isn’t a monster ler.

he finds out you’re ticklish? good luck.

you’d be in a limo on the way to your date at some 5-star restaurant because this man is nothing if not a gentleman.

you’re both in the backseat and he’d put his hand on your thigh. an action meant to be slightly seductive if not a bit possessive

your flinch and twitch of the corner of your lips would not go unnoticed by him. don’t forget that he’s klaus’s older brother and highly perceptive

soon you’d find yourself in his lap with his fingers tapping against your sides

it’s going to be a long car ride.

klaus mikaelson

we all know this man is a sadist.

don’t you think that would apply to tickling as well?

you’d be sitting on his bed, posing for him as his muse while he paints your beautiful figure on his easel.

something would be slightly off, so he comes over to adjust your posture and place his hands on your shoulders to relax you.

“oh? something the matter, love?”

you’d giggle, shrugging his hands off of you and insisting that you’re fine.

this man is a 1,000+ year old hybrid. do you really think he’d let anything slip by him?

in the blink of an eye, you’re pinned on his bed, and a pair of mischievous dark blue eyes gazing into yours.

perhaps the painting can wait?

kol mikaelson

one of the younger mikaelsons. this boy’s got an ego and an attitude.

so it’s no surprise that you’ve found yourself in yet another silly argument with your boyfriend.

“kol, just be the bigger person and apologize. i know rebekah can be a bit… much, at times, but so can you.”

“no way! she’s my little sister. she needs to learn her place.”

“…ugh. so do you, kol!”

in an instant, you’re pinned against the wall, your boyfriend smirking at you.

“seems my little rose has an attitude,” he’d mutter, trailing kisses up your neck and to your jawline. you’d whine, starting to squirm in his hold as a grin worked its way onto your lips.

your movements wouldn’t go unnoticed, and you would feel a smile against your neck.

“heh. you wanna repeat what you said earlier, darling~?”

[ofdrivensnow]

' ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑦? that's the ( s o u n d ) of 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜 . . . falling. ' ･ ｡ﾟ:

A STUDY IN A 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚄𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚆 . Based from Suzanne Collin's : THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES . Delving into how love , poverty and power corrupts , taints and molds the mind . The need for power and control . To keep the legacy behind the SNOW name worth something . But alas , not without the thorn of love twisting deep into his side for the antidote to great madness . ･ ｡ﾟ:

it's the things we love the most , 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐔𝐒.

❊ Carrd. ( Under Construction. ) ❊ Memes. ( Always accepting. ) ❊ Tbd. ❊ Open Starters.

𝑂𝑁𝐸. Mun does not equal muse . Mun is very much a compassionate , loving & a person with high morals . My muse's actions do not reflect with my own , keep that in mind . Mun is 21+ .

𝑇𝑊𝑂. This blog will contain heavy + dark topics . I actually advise not to even follow if you are not familiar with the Hunger Games franchise as there are many heavy and disturbing topics . Depending what verse you interact with my muse in , ( typically applies for my verses in Peacekeeper and beyond + ) if you provoke a reaction from him , he will most certainly give your muse one . So do keep that in mind when interacting .

𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸. Open starters and memes . Always , always feel free to answer opens or send me memes . I encourage it . If you are a new follower , feel free to take off in my meme tag and send one in if you are feeling it . It's the fastest way to interact with me . If you have an idea for a plot , come and toss that at me too . I'm easy going and would love to write with you !

𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅. Shipping . Beyond Lucy Gray , Coriolanus is incapable of love and half the time even that is very complexed and a very unstable thing for him to swallow . Also note , being in a relationship with him means there'll definitely be heavy topics like possession , jealousy , being totally unhinged . So if that's a heavy topic for you / makes you uncomfortable , I advise to steer clear . ( Even in my AU verse where Coryo does not become president and my verse of living with Lucy Gray , he still has carries toxic tendencies . I just want to make that completely clear to ensure the comfort of my rp partner(s) . )

𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸. If you'd like a specific verse , then definitely specify that please . I am happy to write in any of my verses at any time .

𝑆𝐼𝑋. Formatting , icons and GIFS . I use all three . I use small font , icons or rp pack / hunt related gifs . Feel free to use whatever works best for you though !

𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁. CREDIT. PSD on my icons and the icon template are both from here. My promo is made by me.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒.

𝖎. ( 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑟. ) / Takes place during Coryo meeting Lucy Gray and their time together before and DURING the games .

𝖎𝖎. ( 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟. ) / Takes place when Coriolanus gets sent to TWELVE and all the events that unfold there .

𝖎𝖎𝖎. ( 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑙. ) / Takes place after Coriolanus leaves District 12 once Lucy Gray disappears , has went completely off into the deep end and desires nothing except to accomplish his studies to begin his path to presidency .

𝖎𝖛. ( 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑢. ) / Takes place when Coriolanus chooses a life of living in the woods with Lucy Gray , but things still aren't perfect . There is a lot of issues adjusting to being out of his elements and a lot of conflict that still arises on how exactly to make this work .

𝖛. ( 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑢. ) / The Academy falls through and takes place when Coriolanus gets sent to be a coal mining distribution manager , forced to work + live off in twelve for awhile and where he winds up and meets a girl named Lucy Gray at The Hob on one of his first nights being there . What happens from there should be interesting enough .

𝖛𝖎. ( to be decided. ) / A temporary tag I use when it's yet to be determined where to place our thread in.

[viperwhispered]

Little birdie told me you needed writing prompts. Here's one for pre-OB Jamil:

Based on the song Royalty by Conor Maynard, let's have pre-OB Jamil already being in a loving relationship with his beloved. As he's about to start his takeover of Scarabia, he muses of how things will be when he succeeds. Specifically all the ways he finally gets to spoil his dearest. Cue his fantasies expanding to him becoming a ruler like the sultans of old and making his lover his sultana. The banquets, the jewels, the clothes, and maybe even a wedding/coronation.

Bonus: to answer your world building question for Nikki, the general public aren't really aware of how the world really works and act just like in our world (aka everyone else is wrong). All they know is that freaky shit happens and then you call a priest. Cops and officials freely cooperate but don't really ask questions because they aren't paid enough to deal with demons, spirits, curses, etc. They just clear the crowds, point to where the NE need to go, and then dip.

At the moment I've got my wips keeping me busy, but I'll be putting this in my back pocket for the future. 

It makes me wonder, though. Just what do Jamil's dreams for the future look like, beyond general “being free” and “being recognized”? I mean, the overblot gave us a (twisted) version of it, but still.

Though I suppose it is difficult to see more specific goals like that when you feel stuck where you are and just having the option to choose is a bit of a pipedream. 🙃

Anyway.

Listened to the song and yeah I can totally see these vibes applying to Jamil. All the things he wants, not just for himself, but now for his s/o too. Or so that he can prove himself (to everyone and to his partner), that he really is so much more than just the servant.

I mean-

If I had the money, let me tell you how it'd be I'd take over the country, everyone would bow to me Sit up in my palace and baby, you would be my queen We'd run this ship together, just you wait and see We'll be royalty

And this bit too, so Jamil-coded

So would you cover me If I gotta take out any enemies, yeah 'Cause it might get ugly Many things that you don't wanna see or hear

So yeah, this song feels very accurate for Jamil and definitely is giving me thoughts/vibes, though in my head it goes beyond NRC. Like, Jamil thinking of how things could be once he's truly broken free and managed to prove himself, gaining that respect etc. he believes he deserves. How he could (and should) be at the top of the world, if only there weren't the current circumstances holding him back. How he'll be able to spoil his s/o and show off to them once he gets what's his due.

(Watch this sneak into the next part of the current series before I even realize it.)

Already listened to this song a few times over because the vibes are just so impeccable. (I may need to start some sort of an inspiration playlist.)

Also ty for the clarification about the worldbuilding for Nikki!

[rfxiii]

Franklin Clinton x juggalo/ juggalette reader 💚

Franklin Clinton with a juggalo/juggalette S/O:

*Full disclosure I don’t know much of anything about the juggalo scene so I had to google a lot about the music scene and the paint and stuff 😅 so if anything is wrong or doesn’t track I’m sorry!*

(He doesn’t really get it, but he totally supports you. He’ll take you shopping for clothes, face paint, cds, etc. and listen to any music you want to play while he drives you around. While he may not get the fashion choices or your taste in music, he’s always down to let you explain things to him, and he’s more than open to going to the gathering with you if you asked. If you asked him really, really nicely he may let you put face paint on him. Y’all are probably running into Wade at least once at any festival you attend together.)

Franklin sits on the edge of your bed with a bemused grin on his lips, watching as you rifle through your array of makeup, brushes, and grease paint, “So, you really pulling out all the stops on this. Huh?”

You give him a playful look as you deposit the products onto the bed and straddle his hips to get a good angle at his face, “Don’t tease me! It’s not every day my perfect, wonderful boyfriend agrees to let me do this!” you snicker, truly laying on the teasing charm.

Franklin's skeptical expression slowly gives way to a smirk as he considers the proposition. "Alright, you got me there. I never thought I'd see the day when I'd let someone put makeup on me." He chuckles, his eyes fixed on you as you prepare your arsenal of supplies.

As you start applying the white base paint to Franklin's face, he closes his eyes and allows himself to relax. "I gotta admit, this feels kinda nice," he muses, feeling the cool paint against his skin.

You dip your brush into the vibrant black paint and begin carefully outlining his eyes with the precision of a seasoned artist. "See, makeup can be fun. It's like painting a canvas, but the canvas just happens to be your face," you laugh, your voice warm and teasing.

Franklin can’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. "I guess you got a point there. Plus, I seen some pretty cool face paint on Trevor’s buddy, Wade."

As you move on to the intricate details, painting black patterns against the white, Franklin admired your skill. "You really know what you're doing. I look, uh, badass already," he says with a grin.

With the finishing touches in place, you lean back to admire your handiwork. Franklin blinks at his reflection in the mirror as you hold it up for him, his face transformed into the likeness of a true juggalo. "Wow, this is wild. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm diggin’ the look."

You share a proud smile with him. "You look good, babe. Now, we gotta take a few pictures to remember this!"

Franklin chuckles and reaches for his phone. "Yeah, for sure. Who knows when I'll be a juggalo again?" The two of you taking selfies, capturing this silly and unexpected moment.

You knew he wasn’t truly into the scene like you were, but his willingness and sweetness to let you indulge in this, despite him not being the biggest fan, was honestly the best feeling. He may not understand all the aspects of it, but knowing you like this is more than enough to convince him to let you do this again.

[irlfizziefrog]

18+ HELLUVA BOSS RP SERVER !

hello helluva fans! i am so excited to officially announce my helluva boss rp server, open as an adult only safe space for all of us in the fandom to enjoy our favorite characters and write free of judgement! now quickly, a few roles before i show off some exciting features!

RULES

this is a strictly 18+ server, adult only space!

this is a safe space for people of all races, sexualities, religions, etc.

the server will handle some triggering topic due to the nature of the show, if you're easily triggered this may not be the best place for you

no drama or arguing, avoid topics like politics generally speaking, and if you have issues within the server please contact a staff member instead of starting a whole thing. for external frustrations we do have a vent channel, however if you are having struggles with extremely heavy topics (ie. s*ic*de) then please look for professional help for yourself, we want you safe!

this is a literate roleplaying space, roles are marked by the literacy required to portray them!

while we do not judge on ships and such, this server still does not allow ships that are p3d0philic, z00philic, inc3stu0s, etc.

there is a more specific rule list in the server itself that you should read upon joining!

FEATURES

an overarching plot in development that the entire server will participate in, as well as separate rp rooms for individual rps!

nsfw roles! pick whether you're open or not, even a category for if you aren't sure but are willing to be asked about it!

server events are in the works! to help with activity and muse we may set up events, whether these are roleplay events or little writing samples or developing, who knows!

bumping bonuses! if you choose to bump the server then you will have the option to add an oc or a character from hazbin hotel into the plot! one per bump up to three times, bumping more than three times is simply up to you w/o character benefits!

those of us in the server hope to see some new faces soon, so join the server, apply for a character, and join the fun!

~ hex / fizz

inspiration credits to @hellborn-princess !

[primelight]

WNM: Time Loop Ethics and Keira (Mild Spoilers)

Uh, yep, long time no write. Bad Lightpoint. Basically I got smacked with the 'WHAT IF THE DLC NUKES MY LORE' thing (and the fact that there are a lot of moving pieces) so I had to take a step back for my own peace of mind. So into the DLC waiting room I went. I got hit by the Baldur's Gate 3 bug, like many Soulsborne people lol. I have 1 fic simmering for BG3 (and the dove is so, so dead in it), but while I DO love that game, it's not 'I'm going to write a 200k word fic' love.

I also haven't abandoned 'Maidens.' My brain keeps turning it over and over. ER's sucking me back into its majesty too, ironically via miniature painting...I got my hands on fan-made Malenia, Morgott, and Mohg models (and 5 Crucible Knights), and dammit the rabbit hole is still very much open for business. I'll post pics, maybe, when I'm satisfied with the final products.

Now, on to the point of this post. Like I said, 'Who Needs Maidens' keeps simmering in the back of my mind, and boss music keeps playing in my head whenever I paint Malenia and Morgott (Mohg's coming out of his bubble wrap when I finish his siblings lol). So when I stumbled over a fic with a time loop as the primary problem, I started thinking. And thinking. And THINKING.

You see, time loop ethical considerations are a CRITICAL driving force behind Keira's activities and relationships. More beneath the cut. Minor spoilers, and in a follow-on post I'll do a small excerpt from WAY ahead of the current chapter as an example of what's going on under the proverbial hood.

TL;DR: She's trying to save everyone while not manipulating the fuck out of everyone in the process. It's a fine ethical line to walk, especially where romance and friendships are concerned.

The musings on the TL;DR are under the cut.

By the time WNM starts, Keira's experienced several hundred loops. She started out at the absolute bottom of the barrel, and could barely lift a sword. She didn't manage to actually find all the non-mandatory NPCs and bosses for a long, long time because welp, the Lands Between are big.

Keep in mind that the Lands Between is basically a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Everyone is inches from death and madness. Safety is rare, but actual human connection is almost nonexistent. Trust has to be earned, and holy shit it's always an uphill battle. Needless to say, 'we could die tomorrow, we must seize the day' situations happen.

The above is part of why a lot of Tarnished are DTF with very little encouragement.

Eventually Keira got strong enough to kick a reasonable amount of ass, and got some actual friends along the way. The Plan became to keep as many of them alive and happy (as happy as one can be in ER) as possible.

Some attempts at a 'perfect run' have crashed and burned. Other attempts at a perfect run went beautifully, only for her to wake up once again in the Chapel of Anticipation, a stranger to everyone she loves.

None of her wins were enough to break the loop.

For a time, Keira tried her damndest to haul everyone to safety and friendship. She tried to re-create the bonds she'd forged from loop to loop to loop, because she feared she was staring down infinity alone.

The problem there is that if she tried to recreate what she had with, say, Diallos in cycle 45 with Diallos in cycle 46, they wouldn't be on an equal playing field. Not only would she (probably) have to lie about the time loop, she's got way more information about Diallos 46's loves, fears, motivations, and dreams than he has of hers. There's an emotional power gap there, and massive manipulation potential.

Also, Keira in cycle 46 isn't the same person she was in cycle 45. Diallos 45's Keira is just as gone as he is.

One of the reasons I started this fic was to consider if there was an ethical way to have that sort of relationship. This applies to both platonic and romantic relationships.

It's a fine line to walk. It's not IMPOSSIBLE to have a close relationship with someone over multiple time loops, but yeah, it's a really, really thin ethical line that could potentially be crossed by accident. Which Keira did, without malicious intent. She's not someone who relishes that kind of power.

Keira's mind...cracked a few times once the implications hit. Repeatedly losing people you care about can do that. Throw in the realization that you might have to be even MORE alone than you already are...well...

Spoiler#1, see bottom.

And thus...Keira is now trying to walk that ethical line. Despite everything, she still cares about her friends, but she knows that their relationships aren't going to be the same. Her people deserve a chance to do their thing on their own, and if it doesn't involve her, that's just the way it is.

That's why she...hovers. So far Keira's sexual encounters have been pretty emotionally superficial. She is trying to save her friends and connect with the people she cares about. She's also trying to pull it off without becoming a total puppet master. It's a fine line to walk.

And at some point, the cycles have to end.

Speaking of which, there's still a random factor in play. There are 1. simply too many variables for her to be omniscient or have complete control and Spoiler#2, see bottom.

Here's some rationale:

Patches:

It's Patches. Anything involving Patches is probably ill-advised. The knowledge gap is her being aware that he's obsessed with Tanith, but is still down for action. And will probably try to steal all her stuff if he can. He's safely at arms length.

Bernahl:

Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland Post-Battle Horniness Trope. She knows that he's from the Volcano Manor (obviously), and knows that he's been pretty fucked over by the whole Tarnished thing, too. All she does is answer his questions honestly. And flirts. And bails before he wakes up.

Side note: He was her first. That one-shot is like 75% done.

Blaidd:

The current 'canon' status of their relationship is circumstantial allies. He's starting to get some questions about her behavior, and is rather attracted to her, but it's not enough to distract him from his mission. He is ALL about Ranni, and Keira is trying her damndest to not mess that up. But what happens at the Radahn Festival stays at the Radahn Festival.

Blackguard Big Boggart:

Keira's wavering on that ethical line in Boggart's chapters, but IMHO has managed to stay upright. The knowledge gap is that she knows that flirting is effective, and that it's been awhile since he's been that close to someone who wasn't trying to kill him. This is one of those encounters that sometimes ends with nookie, and sometimes doesn't (random factor). She also knows that he's pretty down for casual, but friendly, encounters in general, so it's not going to have a huge impact on his heart.

She almost fell off the proverbial tightrope when Morgott showed up unexpectedly (that 'YOU CANNOT DIE' line). The Plan is still to keep as many of Her People alive as possible, because WHAT IF THIS IS THE LAST LOOP. Fortunately she had a lot of Jar Cannons xD

Rogier and Darian:

Keira is being really, really careful to be incidental to their relationship. Well, not incidental, exactly, but she has no plans to be the permanent filling in that sandwich. Carpe diem was VERY much involved with that episode.

Maliketh:

He's starting to remember the past loops. Blame Faram Azula timey-wimey fuckery. They also got it on in the past. Expect that shoe to drop after she gets the 'noble blood' from Varre. Which leads me to...

Varre:

She just deadass hates him at this point, for both all the Omen blood injections and the whole blood cult murder stuff. Yep, they've fucked, and there's no love lost there. This is touched on in '50 First Steps.' Expect THAT shoe to drop after the Radahn festival. I'll add the warnings/descriptions at the end of each Varre/Blood related chapter. He's a walking warning, tho.

Note that there are a few people paired with her that I haven't included on this list. That'd be big spoilers xD

TL;DR: She's trying to save everyone while not manipulating the fuck out of everyone in the process. It's a fine ethical line to walk.

Spoilers below...

...

...

Spoiler#1: The Frenzied Flame didn't work.

Spoiler#2: She's not the only person aware of the loops. I don't mean Maliketh, either.

[tenebrisdivina]

Hello and Welcome. This blog is intended as record and musings of my spiritual path, devotion and practices with the demonic divine and other beings. Alongside a log of witchcraft and occult ritual. I am a priestess of the demonic divine and a certain aspect of the divine masculine energies. My patron is Lord Abaddon. I am also espoused to two Dark Lords (Lord S and Lord O) who I may mention about somewhat on here as well. I am restricted upon what I am able to share however. I am also quite close to Lord Lucifer and I mainly work with Dark Lords and Ladies listed in the Dukante hierarchy, though I do work with some goetic listed and grimoire verum listed Demonic divine as well. I also connect with unknown/recorded demonic divine beings too.

My background is in paganism- I was previously a devotee of Setekh and Kali ma ( this blog was originally heretiquesmusings) for many years before I found my home with the demonic divine, whom I have been connected to and working with for the past 7 years. My practice is demonolatry based, though I am not as restricted. I go where the demonic divine, spirits, gods and my soul guides me. I am female and I identify as non-human (other then human-souled). My past studies and practices included Kemeticism, Kaula Tantra and some Hinduism related to Kali ma, Taoism, Chaos magic, east asian and northern tradition shamanic practices, hedge and traditional witchcraft.

I also work with the qliphoth, eldritch beings, other gods, spirits and journey to the otherworlds regularly.

Other then my spiritual path- I am an artist, dancer, martial artist and have studied traditional Chinese medicine and herbalism among other things.

I am somewhat open to inquiries and questions and I will answer and guide where I can. I am restricted by the demonic divine and my Husbands on what I may share an discuss.

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[aemondslefteyeball]

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (8)

Masterlist

[Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Death, gore, aftermath of animal attacks]

[Summary: Let's gather 'round the campfire and sing our campfire song. Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song!]

Word Count: 4.6K

Chapter 8

Small cursive lettering filled the pages of the journal, and intermittent doodles marked the page, words overflowing around all of it. A discordant look at your inner thoughts, Aemond mused. 

Dear Dad,

I met my fiance today and he is the absolute fucking worst. You would have kicked his ass. I wasn’t expecting him to sweep me off my feet but the first fucking thing he did was shove a prenup in my face. Nice to meet you too, asshole. 

He couldn’t have been that callous, could he? He had to have given you some form of acknowledgment. Was his first impression that bad? Aemond frowned as he skimmed over the pages, looking for mentions of his name until landing on the next passage.

Dear Dad,

Today has been the worst birthday I’ve ever had. Aemond started my day off by barging into my room at five in the goddamn morning to interrogate me about Sunspear. He apparently saw my post and demanded to know why I was spending “his” money taking vacations. He literally just stood there bitching until I walked into the bathroom. I don’t think it ever occurred to him that I have my own fucking money and my own means of travel. After that the Kazoo preacher was back on the subway screaming about 'the children', and if all that wasn’t enough fucking Jaydee didn’t put the boiling chip into the test tube and it blew up on my goddamn arm. I wanted to take Vaeryx for a quick flight but the wheels were too chewed up after my last landing. Your jacket doesn’t smell like you anymore. I really wish you were here. 

Aemond swallowed suddenly. He didn’t even remember doing these things, but the pen marks dug into the page afterward. Another wave of guilt hit him at the realization that he didn’t know when your birthday even was. The journal hadn’t been dated, and he never asked.

Dad, 

I got accepted for a summer workshop at Storm’s End Tech!!! If that isn’t exciting enough we’re studying bacteria at the thermal vents off the coast of Cape Wrath!!! Professor Webber really pulled through for me, she was saying that this will really help me when I apply for grad school. Do you remember the house we lived in when you were stationed at Qaehrys? The one with the big window that led onto the roof? I really miss laying there and looking at the constellations with you. I took your telescope out tonight and searched the moon until I found Vaegon’s Crater. Dr. Lee said that’s the most likely spot they’d put a base and it’s apparently less than a decade away. When it goes up I’m going to be there, and I’m bringing your telescope.

Wait, what? Aemond knew that you were a student, but he always assumed you were pursuing business or something. Guilt crashed over him at the realization he had never taken the time to ask you what you were studying. He had never taken the time to ask you anything about yourself, really. He never really had much interest in microbiology, but maybe you were like Helaena and her entomology. Beyond that, never in a million years would he have guessed that you were planning to become an astronaut. You? Did they even send microbiologists to space? Aemond sighed as he put the journal down. He told himself that he was doing this to get to know you better. To support you. But he felt like he knew even less than before and at the cost of your privacy. 

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The trilling of insects was the only source of noise, save for the torch. A melancholy silence was cast over the circle surrounding the pyre. Aly held the torch, dried blood and tear tracks staining her face. Silent sobs started to erupt from her as the kindling beneath Sabitha’s feet sparked. She next lowered the torch towards her girlfriend’s knees, following it with her shoulders. Aly wiped globs of snot off her face with one hand, using the other to cast the torch into the burning base of the pyre. Tears fell as you squeezed Nettles’ shoulder. She turned her gaze towards you, her massive brown eyes brimmed with tears. Your gazes shifted back to Sabitha, and the sight of teeth peeking through her torn cheek. “Mother above,” Myri exclaimed, her gaze fixed on Sabitha’s twitching hand. “She’s alive.” Panicked looks shot out across the group. “She’s alive! She’s-” 

Aly ran towards the pyre, repeated “No’s” being exclaimed as she wrenched Sab off the pyre by her belt loops. Sabitha fell with a heavy grunt, and Aly immediately set out to put out the flames that had cropped up on Sabitha’s jeans. The redhead just lay there, intermittent grunts and gurgles emerging. You lowered yourself to the ground as quickly as you were able, lifting her head so that Myri could rest a blanket under it. “I got you,” Aly whispered, grasping her girlfriend’s hand.

“Really?” Sabitha groaned, “Fire?” The gurgle couldn’t suppress the sarcasm in her tone. She let out the smallest chuckle she could manage. The rest of you were still too keyed up from adrenaline to do anything but pant and stare. 

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Just one more, Aemond told himself. He stared at the journal ahead of him and pulled it back onto his lap. One more, and that was it. He would put the journal back and he would leave it this time. His fingers brushed over the indents in the page, smudges bleeding out to the right. 

Dad!!

 I think I met somebody recently. 

Happy doodles filled the margins of the journal, little flowers crammed into each individual corner. 

She’s in my lab. She’s Westerosi, but I think you would really like her. R’hllor, what do I even say? She’s so fucking smart, Dad. She’s kind of shy but it’s actually really adorable. She’s just… a ray of sunshine. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say something mean about anybody else. Just really, really uplifting. Gods, it feels so good getting on the train knowing I’ll see her dorking out over S. aureus with that adorable ass grin on her face. I don’t know if her being so different from Aemond is what makes me like her, but it’s such a breath of fresh air. 

Aemond stopped reading the entry after the last mention of his name. While his stomach turned at your Hallmark-worthy descriptions of Emerson, he was grateful it provided a natural stopping point for him. He felt a small pang of pity. Here you had written a dissertation about how much you liked her, only to have it repaid with a whole two months of devotion. No more. Aemond put the journal back into the nightstand and shut the door behind him.

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Your teeth grit as your foot hits the ground. Rhaena shot you a comforting smile, and you responded with a brief one before putting one foot in front of the other. Sabitha grunted from behind you, leaning against Aly. The two of you paused for a moment so the pair could catch up to you. “When we get back we’re gonna need clean water and thread to stitch them up.” Aly nodded while you shifted your weight onto your left leg. 

“Leave me.” Blood was soaking through the bandage Rhaena had wrapped around Sabitha’s face, her voice coming out muffled. Between that, and the eerie sound of her sucking air in through the hole in her face it was a wonder anybody could understand her. 

“Sab, stop it.” 

“It’s-” Sabitha’s head lolled into Aly’s cheek, her auburn hair stiff with dried blood. “Not… Safe.” 

“Don’t say that! We’re almost there!” Aly looked like she was about to start crying again, her powder blue jacket darkened with brown stains. 

“Let them go,” Sabitha said, one hand coming up to weakly clutch at the vertebra around her neck. “Let them go.” She turned her gaze towards the rest of you then, grunting quietly before Aly acquiesced. 

“Go back to the cabin as fast as you can.” She turned towards you, Nettles, Rhaena, and Myrielle. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but you had kept a decent pace so far. Thankfully it seemed like the wolf didn’t fuck up your muscles. There was still a mottled wreck beneath the cloth bandages, but it was superficial. It would heal. You would be fine. 

“Aly?” Nettles whispered, worry furrowing her brow. 

“Go.” Aly ordered. 

The four of you got back to the cabin after what felt like an entire day, pain slicing through you with each step you took. For your part, all you could really do was be grateful that you could walk. This godsforsaken place put a lot of things into perspective. The four of you finally stumbled onto the porch, as panicked gazes took in the massive bloodied bandage on your thigh. “By the seven.” Sara got up off the porch as you moved to sit. “What happened?” Looking around the group, the blonde’s eyebrows wrinkled. “Where are Aly and Sabitha?” 

“She… she told us to leave them.” Rhaena panted out. Floris took her hand and Baela scrambled to your side, tears brimming in her eyes. 

“We were attacked by wolves.” But with how big they were, they might just be direwolves. Who knows, maybe a snark would cuntpunt you next. Anything was possible in this shit-ass forest. Fuck this country. Barba rushed out of the cabin, her icy eyes widening in panic. A hand clapped over her mouth as she looked at you, her jaw trembling for a moment. Gathering herself, she grabbed Rhaena by the arms. “Show us where to go.” 

You grunted as the hot needle punched through your skin. Exposed to the open air was a horrifying sight. The flesh of your right thigh was mottled with black bruises, puncture marks on multiple spots. The cherry on top of it was the massive chunk of skin that had been wrenched from your leg when you kicked the wolf off you. Clenching your jaw, you hummed through your grit teeth. Seasick Sarah, had a golden nose. Hobnail boots, wrapped around her toes. The needle pierced through each layer of gored skin, fiery pain erupting as it happened. The parts of the wound that could be sewn up were. The chunk of skin that had been torn off could not be sewn shut. So as of right now, you were biting down on Floris’s belt, preparing for Nettles to press the heated knife onto your wound. You looked away, staring off into the darkness outside the window. The first burn lasted for a few seconds, and you bit into the belt hard enough that your jaw ached. After that, the next session started. You started to feel hazy about what seemed to be halfway through, and when she was done you were drifting in and out of consciousness. Sara sat at your side, stroking your hand. You pulled the blanket up more tightly over yourself, shivers wracking you. “You hanging in there?” She questioned, her tone soft. “Need another blanket?” You nodded abruptly. 

“I thought it’d be warmer.” You murmured as her face drifted in and out of your field of vision. Her silvery hair flickered in the light, darkened roots showing at the crown of her head. When she placed the blanket over you, you curled into it. Turning away from her, you sank into the warmth of the cot and the blackness of sleep. 

Muffled screams roused you, and you turned to the source of the noise. Disorientation clouded your mind until you caught sight of Sabitha lying on the table. The same hooked needle that went into your thigh was currently being plunged into her face. Baela’s expression wavered as she held Sabitha down. Please pass out. Sabitha continued to writhe in pain, thrashing against Baela. Please just let her pass out. Muffled shouts echoed through the cabin, and you found yourself covering your ears. Barba stared at Sabitha, a conflicted expression on her face as she grasped the weirwood pendant around her neck. 

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Aegon sat across the table from Aemond, one arm on the back of the booth and the other dipping a fry into ketchup. He ate that, chewing for a moment while grabbing the massive, greasy burger and dunking that into the pile of ketchup afterward. Aemond held back the urge to physically cringe. His brother’s disgusting eating habits had always irritated him, and Aegon weaponized that. “So.” Half-chewed burger rolled around in Aegon’s mouth, and Aemond clenched his fist under the table for five counts before releasing it. “Moat Cailin?” He grinned, taking another slobbering bite of the dripping burger. 

Aemond rolled his eyes. He cut into his chicken vesuvius carefully, picking up a piece of chicken and potato before properly chewing it, placing his silverware down, and staring Aegon in the eye while doing so. When he finished chewing he finally spoke. “I’m going out on one of the search rafts.” He said flatly, cutting another piece of chicken. “Maybe you should come.” A pointed stare was shot Aegon’s way, and he shrank back at the retort. It was no secret that he moved on from Sara a while back, but something shifted in Aegon’s gaze. His brother fidgeted in his seat. Aemond narrowed his eye as he ate, what was he hiding? 

“What do you think they’re doing right now?” Aegon asked suddenly, taking another bite of his burger. 

Aemond sighed. What would you be doing right now? He hoped you were dipping your feet in the Greywater, laughing with your friends. “I don’t know, trying to culture swamp bacteria,” Aemond said with a shrug, spearing a potato. “Whatever microbiologists do.” He finished.

“What?” Aegon said, his head quirked to the side like a puppy. 

“Microbiologist. Somebody who studies ba-” 

Aemond was cut off by barking laughter from Aegon. His brother set the burger down with a gross slap. Aegon leaned back in the booth, one arm cocked over the top of it. “She’s not a microbiologist.” He let out another guffaw. 

Fury rose in Aemond as he clenched his fist. “She’s not an astronaut yet ei-” Another round of laughter cut Aemond off as he slammed his fist down onto the table, a couple across the restaurant shooting them a nervous look. 

The action did nothing to faze Aegon, who continued laughing as he popped another fry into his mouth. “You’re guilting me about not going to Moat Cailin and you don’t even know your wife is an astrobiologist. Oh fuck, I knew it.” He lifted the burger back up to his mouth and took a messy bite, smacking it around. “I knew your marriage was bullshit.” He cackled, shaking his head before swallowing. 

Aemond paled, looking around suddenly, grateful that nobody seemed to be paying attention to anything other than their own meals. His eye narrowed as he took in Aegon’s smug face, his fist aching as he clenched it. “You don’t know anything.” He hissed.

“Aemond.” His brother sat up for a moment, setting his burger down. “I’m a fuck up, but I know people.” His usual candor came back to him again a moment later, taking a loud slurp of his milkshake. Aemond stared off to the side, angrily following the insipid breathing exercises Dr. Greenwood had given him. “Is that what this is about? You feel guilty because you were a dick to her?” 

“I just want her to be happy once she gets back home.” He stated flatly, hoping his idiot brother would finally drop the question. 

“So when are you moving out?” Aegon needled. “Seriously, what makes you think she’d want anything to do with you when she gets back? You don’t even know what she's getting her Master's in.” When Aemond tensed to get up he paused. “Wait. I shouldn’t have said that.” He admitted. “Hey.” Aegon made eye contact with him, an uncharacteristically serious look flashing over his face briefly. “I have a secret too.” Aemond stared back at him, nodding at him to continue. “Me and Floris have been fucking for the past year or so.” 

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“I have an announcement.” Said announcement fell on deaf ears, with most people turning over. Barba grabbed a metal ladle, clanking it on the wooden table. “Hello!” She banged it repeatedly, and you groaned as you sat up. “Hi! Excuse me!” Rubbing your eyes, you looked around the cabin. “Thank you,” Barba said quietly. “In light of the expedition having ended how it did, I’m going to take the dead guy’s plane and fly south. I’m going to find us help and I’m going to get us out of here.” She nodded as if hyping herself up. 

Fuck. “You’re gonna fly that thing?” Barba nodded at you, and you shook your head. When you talked back in your clearing you didn’t think the expedition would end this way. This shit was still crazy. No. There is no fucking way. “You don’t know if that plane is operable.” 

“I’ve been looking over it for weeks, and the gas tank is full.” She threw her hands up suddenly. “I’m a pilot, I grew up watching my Grandpa fly. I have two-hundred flight hours. I know that I can do this.” Your heart sank, throat clenched tight as you stared at her pleadingly. “You can’t deny that Sabitha doesn’t need serious medical attention.” 

“She’s not the only one.” Sara piped up, her gaze flickering over to her best friend emotionlessly. “Floris, tell them.” 

“I- I really don’t.” You shot a glare at Sara, in disbelief that she really just derailed this so she could force Floris into telling everybody. 

“Tell them.” 

“What is it?” Luke asked, his doe eyes confused. 

“Yeah, what is it?” 

You gave Floris the most supportive look you could muster, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m pregnant.” 

Rhaena immediately stood up, bounding over to Floris. “How far along are you?” 

“Wait, did you get knocked up out here?” Myrielle asked, an eyebrow quirked in Jace’s direction. Baela’s eyes bored holes into the back of Myri’s skull.

“No, I…”

“It doesn’t matter when it happened,” Sara said, a sanctimonious look on her face. “Okay? It just matters that we get them both help.” 

Rhaena tried to grab at Floris’s stomach, and she swatted her hands away. “Rhaena, not right now.” She snapped. 

“Alright, can everybody just.” Ser Criston ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Barba, you can’t do this.” He commanded. “No. It’s not even close to safe.” 

“There is no ‘safe’ anymore, Ser Cole.” Barba retorted. Her face was hard, different. “It’s going to be winter soon. If I don’t do this, we’re…” She paused for a moment, shaking her head. “We’re all gonna fucking starve.” You fidgeted with your hands, holding back tears that pricked at your eyes. It didn’t feel right. There was something you were missing.

“Alright, well, I’m still the oldest here, so, no.” He flatly responded, gesticulating with his one free hand as he leaned on his crutch. “I’m not gonna let you do it.”

Barba’s face hardened even further. You barely recognized this person, icy eyes narrowed to a point. She took a step forward. And another. “What are you gonna do to stop me, Ser?” Her face twisted into a sneer as she gave him a once-over. Tension filled the cabin as the two of them stared off. 

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Aemond thought that he should feel more nervous. He sent you on a plane that crashed, it seemed only right that he should be subjected to the same fate. But he didn’t and he wasn't. Shockingly enough he felt freer than he had in months. He told Dr. Greenwood everything. Everything that Aegon told him, everything he himself had done, everything he could think of in the session came directly out of his mouth. He thought that another person knowing his sins would destroy him, but Dr. Greenwood hadn’t judged him. All she did was give him a plan to avoid the urge to do those things again. The only thing that weighed on him were Helaena’s words. ‘What if you’re looking too far south?’ When he told Dr. Greenwood about it, she had simply stated that everybody was bound to have their own theories and that he should trust the experts. Logically he knew she was right, but he still couldn’t shake the lingering worry that Helaena was. What if they were wasting their time down here and you were up near Winterfell? The plane ride was uneventful, and Aemond spent the entire time catching up with some work. He technically had until Tuesday off, but today was only Thursday and he wanted less to catch up on. The ride to his hotel was… interesting given that it was essentially a private hut floating on the water. The boat sailed through choppy gray water, and insects flew at Aemond from every direction. When he finally got to his hut, he was relieved to find that his secretary hadn’t booked a hovel. Setting his things down, he moved to enter the shower. When he got out he set about his usual routine. He opened his laptop to get some more work done before shutting it and turning the TV on before eventually settling on a documentary series about Valyria. 

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You set about helping the best as you could with your leg still in the condition it was. Mauling or not, work still needed to be done if Barba was going to fly the plane out of there. You tore up another plant as you watched Sara and Floris talk. There was obvious tension there, but Sara played coy and watched while Floris yanked roots out. Eventually, Floris walked off in a huff, and you set your gaze back downward. You would find her later tonight. 

When a runway was cleared and all vines were taken off you all stood in front of the plane as Barba arrived. You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to suppress the feeling of dread that grabbed hold of you. She had her backpack on, tugging on the straps as she smiled nervously at Jace. Jace in response pulled her in for a hug. They stayed for a minute before she embraced Nettles, and then Sara. “Be safe, okay?” Barba nodded at Sara’s request. She smiled as she pulled Floris in for a hug, and a few more crowded around her in a group hug. All you could do was watch, a sense of foreboding stirring off in the distance. 

When she reached you, you pulled her in as tight as humanly possible. You tried to burn everything about her into your memory, down to the scraggly feeling of her black hair against your face. Squeezing her for a moment more, you pulled your lips over your teeth. “Stay.” You whispered pleadingly. It didn’t feel right, and Barba was the one who had encouraged you to follow your gut. 

“Remember your vision,” Barba murmured in response, “Fire and light, it’s a blessing from the Gods.” When she pulled away an austerity had passed over her. You recoiled, increasingly uneasy as you pulled your arms back over your chest. Barba stepped back and opened the door to the Cessna, climbing in and unzipping her backpack. 

As soon as she sat down, Criston wrenched the door back open. “By the Gods, Barba. Please, don’t do this.” You hadn’t seen this side of Ser Cole before. Desperate. The last ditch effort of a man who knew his days of authority was behind him. 

Barba shot him a nervous smile, swallowing before she spoke. “Thanks for worrying about me, Ser, but…” The sternness flashed back over her face like a mask, her icy gaze flattening. “This is my purpose.” She reached a hand out to pat him on the shoulder before she pulled it back and shut the door with a heavy clang. Barba ran her fingers over the weirwood pendant, her gaze emotionless as she placed her stuffed bear into the copilot's seat. Her gaze passed over to you quickly, before she locked eyes with you and smiled. Discomfort arose in you, as you watched something stir in the very back of her eyes. She held your gaze long enough to make you squirm before the propeller started to spin. Wheels squeaked through the dirt as cheers rang out, you stepped forward and prayed to whatever Gods there were above that your vision was a blessing. The plane was flying as it should, and Barba successfully lifted off. A relieved smile broke out across your face, but you knew she wasn’t out of the woods yet, quite literally. The landing was the hardest part of a flight, and you didn’t entirely trust the brakes on it. The Cessna soared clear over the lake, and you ran forward with eyes pointed to the sky. 

“Oh my Gods, she’s doing it!!!” Laughter sounded, Sara clapping as you all ran to the lakefront. She shifted the plane to face due south, and you let out a sigh of relief. It had been a blessing from the Gods. Tears brimmed your eyes as you silently thanked them for seeing her through this. The plane grew smaller as she flew further away, shrinking in the mountains off into the distance. You began to cheer with the others, turning to grab Baela’s hand in excitement.

“Is that smoke?” Sara asked suddenly. Your gaze snapped skyward, and your heart dropped into your stomach. The fuel line. Angry fumes shot out of the bottom of the plane, and it started to shake. A bright flash of flame balled out as the explosion shook the treetops. A halo of light shone, a second sun in the bright sky. Sara screamed and clapped her hands over her mouth. Your body moved automatically, tears streaming down your face as you sank into the water of the lake. Rhaena tried to pull you up, saying something about your leg. Your body went limp as the sobs wracked your body. That fucking vision. And you had been stupid enough to trust it. A banshee’s wail rang out, but it didn’t register as being yours. You stared off into the distance, where sunrays broke through dustclouds and smoke. 

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Fuck, this chapter was really really hard to write. I had no idea I would become so attached to Barba when I started writing this wtf. R.I.P Barba.

Taglist: @chainsawsangel @neenieweenie

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Writerly Questionnaire

Questionnaire by @davycoquette

This is a very in-depth questionnaire for writers, suitable for original fiction writers, fanfic writers, and people who aren't writing but who are messing around with OCs. It's a lot of fun and I'm glad I stumbled over it.

Original post here.

Thanks for the fun tag @rayless-reblogs! 🥰

About You

When did you start writing?

There were a few active years as a teenager, but I truly got back into it five years ago.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

I deeply enjoy reading lighthearted slice-of-life stories, but have no interest in writing them. However, science fiction and fantasy are genres that I love to both read and write.

Romance is something I like to read, but only nestled within another genre. The dedicated romance novels that I've read felt incredibly forced, although to be fair I've probably just read the wrong books. In the same way, I do like it when my own characters hit it off and find their way into a relationship on their own, but I've never written it as the purpose of the story. Not so far, anyway.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

Most of my writing goes into sequential art these days, and there's not really another comic writer that I model myself after. (Composition and art style are another story, but they don't apply here.)

In private I've been writing more traditionally, if clumsily; but I happen to be surrounded by skilled, experienced writers whose works I've been looking at for guidance on occasion! ♥

I know this isn't quite in the spirit of the question, but I've seen people compare Kontext to GazKerber's delightful Final Fantasy VI webcomic, which makes me really happy.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

For the past month (and for another week or two), I write in a weirdly nice corner of a house basement. The basement is spacious, well-lit and my space has the furnishings of a nice studio (plants, wall decor, etc.). It looks like a lovely microcosm of a home office in the middle of a nearly vacant Wal-Mart.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

Music, music, music! I'll put on my headphones, pull up a playlist on YouTube Music, head out the door and start walking. The brainstorming will take it from there. Most of the ideas I have were popped into existence by hearing some random tune, even when I wasn't looking for it.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

Not much; the media I grew up with has had a far greater impact.

That said, Fyo takes some inspiration from karate champion Rika Usami, primarily her hairstyle and fierce expression.

In addition, Carmine has several elements inspired by my sister: the same hair color, and Carmine's ethereal wings are a modified photograph of butterfly wings my sister keeps framed on her wall. This was as thanks for her helping with Carmine's initial costume design.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

Well, there does seem to be a through line of characters defying the identity or behaviors expected of them. Not exactly untrodden ground, but I guess a theme like that shouldn't surprise me for obvious reasons.

Taking that further into the fantasy realm, though, I've also noticed that godhood and humanity are often compared and even put at odds in my stories? Not as clashing forces, but as opposing identities to embrace: what it means to be one as opposed to the other, and using them as a filter to determine what values genuinely matter to that person. More on that in the recurring character traits answer below.

Your Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Right now it's far and away Carmine Pentella, a young but well-trained sorceress. Over a year ago, her sister and only family was murdered right in front of her, and the killer went free. Carmine's convinced herself that she's healed and moved on, but... let's just say that writing her is very cathartic right now.

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

Fyo is everyone's friend! She'll snare you if you happen to be in the room. Heath as well, probably. He's too energetic and enthusiastic for me not to like.

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

This is from a WIP I've said nothing about, but the pilot of the Lucky Shot would intensely piss me off, I'd do anything I can to avoid speaking to her. She's an alcoholic with anger issues, so honestly a lot of people would take issue with her too. I like her as a character, but as a friend? No thank you.

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

Fyo's almost an amalgam of everything I wish I were! To a fault, in fact. When the time comes for her to take the spotlight as the protag of Absolutus, I'll need to rewrite her into more of a character and less of a self-actualization checklist.

A big part of the reason for that is her inception: a dream I had many years ago. It was technically a nightmare, the world was ending "Hellstar Remina" style and being consumed by horrific monsters. But I was this capable, determined, unflappable woman who was single-handedly getting people to safety. In effect, the world was out of control but I was in control. And instead of myself, I was this mysterious dark-haired woman, who would later become Fyo.

But most of my characters began as vehicles for the story's needs, and then became fleshed out the more that I wrote them. Carmine's the biggest example of this: she was meant to be a one-off character in a single chapter so the story could give a crash-course in sorcery, but now I can't get rid of her!

As far as their details, I'll often pull from media or people I know in person, like Carmine as mentioned above.

Ayan Navarre is a funny case. He was specifically created to be a character who was innately above Ultimecia's usual mystique and intensity, in such a way that the two of them could see eye-to-eye even when she's in full The Sorceress mode. I named him after my favorite Rutger Hauer character and tried to give him a somewhat similar vibe (unsuccessfully), because honestly to me Hauer's the only person whose energy can match Ulti. XD

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

So... I've noticed that majority of my protagonists tend to be women of incredible power, often befriending children? Or failing that, just acting far more mundanely human than one might expect of their station. Like a demigod who's taken an interest in growing houseplants or going clubbing. The circumstances and degree vary, and the characters all have wildly different personalities, but yeah. Apparently I've got a trope.

How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc.)

For the most part, I picture them about how I draw them!

Well okay reverse that: I imagine them and then try to draw as closely to that as I can.

Your Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

Hmm.

You know when you've read or watched that story that you were so intensely invested in, that the conclusion left you with a strange, lonely, existential melancholy that you were intensely grateful to be feeling? Those intense emotions that boil up from connecting to those characters as they overcome their trials and connect with each other?

I value that feeling more than anything. If any of my ideas have even a slight chance of passing that feeling to someone else, I'm going to move heaven and earth to put that out into the world.

And if that sounds cheesy, it's because I'm writing this at 4:37am.

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

I've never read a comment that didn't absolutely make my day, but yes I have favorites:

Comments expressing love for a specific character, as a person. If my child means something to you, it makes them even more real to me.

Guesses about the story, or speculation about what will happen next. If you're trying to analyze the world-building and try to anticipate where the story's going, that tells me that you're seeing it as a complete world, which makes me feel like I've done my job well.

Oh, and this has happened a handful of times for Kontext and I started screaming incoherently every time: "I just binge-read your entire comic and I love it so much! By the way, what is Final Fantasy VIII? Should I play it?" (YES.) I release the white smoke whenever this happens, because it means the story actually does stand on its own.

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

I suppose I'd like to be thought of as a good worldbuilder? Well no, that's unreasonable when my biggest work is a fan project. Maybe I'd want to be known for writing characters that feel like real people.

But if I want one thing above all else, I hope my stories inspire someone to make stories of thier own. If it moves you enough that you get that feeling, and you're compelled to put more of it out into the world yourself, I think that would be the best thing of all.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

This probably isn't much of a high mark, but I take pride in getting conversations to flow naturally, especially when it comes to banter bouncing back and forth. This is especially fun if the characters are physically fighting at the same time, because I like to make the fight a direct extension of the argument, which leads to some fun results.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

I've been told that the detail and flow of my stories are their greatest strengths, which frankly is a huge relief, because I get really frustrated with my own pacing!

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

I frequently worry that my writing is too shallow, or doesn't evoke anything. This fear is made worse by the fact that my main project is in the form of sequential art—a medium that's often accused of being less in-depth than traditional literature.

But... overall, I'm proud of what I've done so far. The most important thing needed for me to enjoy someone else's story is if I like the characters, and I feel like most of my characters are very likable.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Absolutely. In my opinion, seeing your own ideas put to paper or screen feels meaningful in a way all its own, even if you're the only one to see it.

Besides, if there's no one else on the planet, why not make friends with the people in your head? The story in there is bound to be more interesting than the isolation.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

Oh I am self-indulgent as hell. Obviously I'm eager to read what people think and I hope that they enjoy it, but first and foremost I write (and draw) the things that I want to read.

Seriously, I was shocked when someone commented on the first pages of Kontext. I thought I was the only person on the planet who wanted to read about Sorceress Ultimecia pulling an all-nighter at a library!

That being said, on occasion I do consider what the reader might want to see. There's one major element in an upcoming chapter that I keep going back and forth on, because I don't know what readers' reactions will be.

No-pressure tagging:

@thee-lionheart @mereelskirata @alkonoststorm @irishais, @professional-fangirl2187, and a handful of friends that Rayless already beat me to tagging XD

As always, if you weren't tagged but want to try this, go for it!

[theseeingsage]

in a perfect lifetime, on a perfect timeline ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

love messages

taurus leo scorpio aquarius • s m r v

some unfinished business is being brought back to the forefront of your life. this is a situation that constantly challenges you to break old habits and patterns and may involve a lot of back and forth due to past baggage. yet Spirit is saying it’s not over just yet. you have been prioritizing only the things that make sense in the long run, and i see that this current chapter isn’t really focused on love or emotions. that’s not to say that you don’t want it; it’s just that you know things will play out exactly how they need to as long as you remain logical.

you are wanting a partner rather than a project, someone that values teamwork and the delicate balance of things. there is something substantial that you are working towards, and there is a huge need to be careful who you allow into your space at this time. this person is divinely sent, and this union will allow you both to create or expand your connection with Spirit. yes, you are correct in your weariness and caution, yet be aware that your reluctance is not causing you to wear a false self-mask in this situation. revealing your true self will actually result in you and this person growing closer. they want the same thing as you.

you or this person may have had romantic feelings for someone else in the past, yet there is an energy of realizing that someone’s time is finally up and you need to be more assertive in creating distance with them. there is nothing left to invest in that situation, and the love and energy is better suited for this new person. you both are coming out as each other’s divine counterpart, the other whole that creates something grander. there is no halves in this connection, you both have done the necessary work to make this last & are willing to invest equally. whatever was felt by either of you for past people is being overshadowed by the chemistry you two have. there is a strong magnetic attraction present, and it could be causing one or both of you to feel anxious and restless.

someone is stressing about how this is going to affect their life plan, and it may be leading to panic attacks. though there is harmony and a lifelong commitment here, there is still the worry of this triggering past traumas and wounds. there’s a desire to be fun and whimsical, yet the possibility of codependency and addiction cannot be ignored. Spirit is saying that you deserve love, and this will only end badly if you two allow it to. remember the mask from the beginning of the reading? yeah, be sure neither of you is hiding away; it may cause confusion.

take your time to figure this out yet remain open to the possibilities that could come from this. this was definitely worth waiting for, and if given a chance, this will be made apparent. it will take some work, yet as long as you both prioritize being diplomatic and hearing each other’s thoughts and emotions, the outcome is literally the lovers card. this could represent more romantic love between you two, a business partnership, or just simply teaching you both how to love yourself more. it’s a win-win for all parties involved. the answer to your question is yes!

signs & synchronicities:

don’t look any further x dennis edwards, “you appear often in my dreams”, may gemini (05/21 - 5/31), freckles, cancer season (06/21 - 07/22), hazel eyes, pisces season (02/19 - 03/20), (God must have spent) a little more time x *nsync, “you inspire me so much! you are my muse…”, april taurus (04/20 - 4/30), initials (first middle last) m o r u x, september virgo( 09/01 - 09/22), over 6ft, transitioned parent, january aquarius (01/20 - 01/31), 3rd party karmic, under 6ft, must be nice x lyfe jennings, “you are the only one who manages to calm down my inner beast.”, anything x jaheim x next

all readings are timeless & can be applied to your tropical or sidereal chart.

[gumnut-logic]

Dear Mr Tracy... (Part 2)

Sweetapple | Part 1 | Part 2

@flyboytracy​, @amistrio​ and @onereyofstarlight​​  you asked for it, so you get to suffer more :D

Many thanks to @katblu42​ for the read through and patience with all my crazy questions.

Well, a weekend deprived of digital connections and a muse that fled due to circumstances being very unrelaxed has led me to writing this part all in one day today. Like wow, I hope it makes sense because my brain is fried at the moment.

Quite a bit of exposition in this one, please bear with me :D

And yep, still @flyboytracy​‘s fault :D

I hope you enjoy this.

-o-o-o-

Alex didn’t get a reply to his email, because the next day Jeff Tracy returned from the dead.

It was the oddest feeling. You know, one of those ‘where were you when that happened’ moments.

Alex was in the bath.

It had been a horribly long day with the final work prepping for the first of Siliwrap’s real world testing. No matter what Erica said about not working too hard, he couldn’t help but apply himself.

He was a bit of a perfectionist.

It took her yelling, this time. Called in their supervisor, Tia, of all people, and laid down her case.

Apparently, Alex was overdoing it and needed to rest.

His glare had zero effect and Tia sent him home. There was time, she said.

Yes, he had time, but what of those who could be saved by Siliwrap?

Perhaps he was idolising International Rescue a little too much. It wasn’t as if he was a hero like the Tracy brothers. But he did have his own skill set and he wanted this project live as soon as possible, though not without skipping the necessary testing protocols.

He was pedantic.

And not a little obsessed, if he could admit it to himself.

But then it was the slightly crazy people in the world who made changes for the better.

But in any case, he was sent home and he took the opportunity to try and relax.

A bubblebath and aromatics might just be enough to flush away the question of whether Mr Tracy was going to reply to his email or not.

He set up his tablet beside the bath and had it playing music as he settled into the hot water, exhaling to let all the pressures of needing to get stuff done wash away.

Only to have the feed be interrupted by Erica, of all people.

“Alex, you there?”

“Erry, I’m doing the relax thing you wanted me-“

“He’s alive, Alex. Jeff Tracy is alive!”

“What?” He sat up in the bath and hit the vid button with soapy hands.

Erica stared at him a moment, frowning at the suds in his hair no doubt, but rambled on regardless. “International Rescue saved him! Found him in the Oort cloud, of all places. Eight years in space, my god, do you think he will be okay? It’s just amazing. You have to see this!” She threw him the holosignal and suddenly Thunderbird Two was projected above his bath, VTOL flaring as she landed outside a hospital. The feed flickered to an announcer and a much-used photo of the patriarch of the Tracy family standing proud in his uniform. Blurred video of IR uniforms rushing a prone figure through hospital emergency doors. It wasn’t until then that Alex realised, it wasn’t a usual hospital, but one of those GDF installations. The news banner scrolling across the bottom claimed it was the GDF base west of Auckland.

Jeff Tracy was here? On the same Island of Aotearoa as he?

“Where did you get this?”

“Alex, wake up! It’s all over the nets. The GDF are about to make a statement.”

Alex stared dumbfounded as the feed flickered again, to be replaced by a stern looking, dark haired woman in full dress uniform. She radiated command and Alex found himself scooting backwards in the bath.

Her words were short and succinct. Yes, Jeff Tracy had been rescued from the depths of space. No, International Rescue was not ready to give a statement. Mr Tracy’s condition was serious, but stable.

And he was with his family.

The blurry scene of the cluster of IR operatives was shown again, this time in slower motion.

Alex stared as he counted the dark hair of Mr Scott Tracy on one side of the stretcher and opposite him, the even darker hair of a blue and green uniformed figure that just had to be Virgil Tracy.

There were more uniformed operatives, a red head and a couple of blonds and two women, one older and the other dark and alert.

But he could see little before they all disappeared inside again.

His heart lurched. He had met three of those men. Men who did so much. Their hunched concern over the prone body on the stretcher was obvious as he watched it replayed again.

They flashed up a picture of Mr Scott Tracy, dressed in his perfect suit, a soft smile on his face and babbled about his conduct and achievements in the last eight years.

Eight years!

Questions were asked of what happened now the billionaire had returned.

Quick interviews on the street, obviously made because no one else was talking, only threw more questions, even conspiracy theories to the wind.

 Alex found his mouth open and the half of his body up out of the water now shivering.

It was one of those moments.

A moment when the world changes.

Jeff Tracy was alive.

-o-o-o-

What followed that day was curiosity and a little fear. All the staff of Tracy Industries had different reactions.

You had the positives like Fireman Fred - who had actually burst into tears when he was told. Nothing like a giant sobbing red-haired Scotsman on the loose. Everyone heard about it, because everyone heard it.

The man was simply loud.

Erica was all excitement herself. For all her concern about Alex’s obsessions, she certainly had her own and gossip was one of them.

Not the nasty gossip, more the curious discovery talk, finding things out and marvelling. And boy, did she marvel at Jeff Tracy.

As more news reports rolled in and eventually the Tracy family themselves stepped up to the podium, she was the avid spectator digging every crumb of information out of every syllable spoken and analysing the situation to death.

She was also known to go feral on anyone who suggested anything nasty within earshot.

Tracy Industries employees verged on cult status when it came to the Tracy family, but a big thing like this did bring out the uncertainties and the possibility of change.

No one really likes change and everyone hates uncertainty. The unknown of whether things would continue as usual or if Mr Tracy Senior would be taking back the reins off Mr Tracy, now Junior. Factions grew. Some supported the Senior, some felt the Junior had done a lot of work. Queries were made to older staff members who had been there when Mr Tracy Senior was in charge. People like Fireman Fred extolled the virtues of Jeff Tracy. While others adored the apparently softer, more approachable Scott Tracy.

There were words, and although anyone by the name of Tracy was pretty much worth a sainthood in these parts, humanity is what it is and people worried.

But there was more. Outside of Tracy Industries, there were bigger questions.

The revelations of what saving Jeff Tracy from the Oort Cloud actually meant to humanity.

Can we now travel faster than the speed of light?

Who owns that technology? The Thunderbirds are amazing, yes, but this was a step for humanity itself. This is power that needs control.

The world was in an uproar.

It was change that enveloped everything.

But Alex found himself returning to the same thoughts. Behind the big things, behind the money and the accomplishments, and the debates, there was a family, some of whom he had had the privilege to meet, that had found a long-lost parent, who was now ill in hospital having endured what had to have been an unimaginably horrible experience.

How were they? Would their father survive?

The world, of course, sent flowers and sympathies and best wishes for a fast recovery. But Alex did none of that. He just kept the family in his thoughts and hopes.

If he was caught on one or two chilly nights staring up into the star-filled sky wishing on a couple of them, so be it.

In the meantime, there was work and Alex threw himself into it, his email to Virgil Tracy forgotten as the project progressed from atmospheric testing with success after success.

He let the world worry about things he had no control over and kept his focus on what the Tracys would want it to be - on the job at hand.

-o-o-o-

 Alan Tracy was tired when he finally made it home.

He had stayed in space with John to dismantle the Zero XL.

Five was the first to leave the conglomeration of Thunderbirds that made up the huge spaceship. Alan had then had to lower the XL into the atmosphere close enough to release One and Two, protecting them from re-entry heat and stress. Both ‘birds tore off to Tracy Island to complete the family reunion. Alan hated that he couldn’t be there, wanting to cling to the father he had missed for so long, but there were still necessary tasks to be done.

And he was a Tracy.

Once his brothers had left, Alan, with Brains still on board, had accelerated enough to breach Earth’s gravity well again. It was a push from this angle, but Alan had managed worse.

The XL’s great thrusters combined with Three’s strength pushed them back up out of the atmosphere to align and dock with Five.

Alan had to smile.

John had deployed her solar array and her familiar shape had been restored.

He manoeuvred the XL into a clean dock with the tail end of the station, then disengaged Three from the shell of the lightspeed engines and docked her more familiarly with her gravity ring.

Moments later, John climbed aboard and they were all rushing home in order to catch up with the rest of their family.

That had been days ago.

Alan had been in Auckland ever since, bouncing between the house in Parnell and the GDF base where his Dad lay slowly recovering.

The list of ailments was downright horrifying. Alan had been on the verge of dragging his father back up into space to save him from the pain.

It had only been quiet words from Scott that had calmed his beating heart.

God, it hurt to watch his Dad suffering.

Sure, Alan was an experienced emergency responder, he had seen the nasty reality of what space could do to a body on far too many occasions.

But this?

Eight long years.

They had saved Dad. But had they?

When Scott ran out of words, Virgil took over. He had more medical training than Alan, but Alan had enough to be terrified.

Virgil himself was obsessed and barely left Dad’s side. So it was Grandma who finally calmed Alan down enough to see sense.

Dad was sick, yes. Very sick. But there was a chance. They were Tracys, they played chance every day and won far more often than they lost.

Dad was home. First challenge met. They would meet all the coming challenges the same way.

Together.

Alone in his bedroom, Alan let out a shaky sigh.

Grandma had sent him home with Gordon, mostly for some downtime, a night at home, away from the hospital and the heartache.

When he asked why he had to leave, Grandma said carers had to look after themselves in order to look after those who needed their care.

When Alan protested that Scott and Virgil were looking as bad as Dad, Grandma’s lips had thinned and Alan had been shocked at how old and tired she had looked in that moment.

Gordon had intervened, his eyes on their grandmother, his voice quiet, and the two brothers hadn’t said much the entire flight home.

They were to gather some of Dad’s things and bring them back to the hospital after a good night’s sleep.

Alan stood staring at his room as if it was an alien environment.

The last time he had slept here, he had been an orphan.

Now…

The tears came from nowhere but they were ever so needed.

Everything that had happened in the last few days just welled up inside and threw him to his knees.

Perhaps it was a good thing that only he and Gordon were on the Island. He could crack up in peace.

He cried for a while and despite it being exhausting he did find it a bit of a release. So much before the launch, the crux of the mission on his shoulders as pilot, and then meeting Dad.

He swallowed down another sob. He had been so happy to see his father, he hadn’t thought-

“Allie? You okay?”

Suddenly, he was wrapped in a pair of strong arms that could only belong to his fish brother and for once in his life, Alan didn’t pull away.

Those arms tightened and tugged Alan’s head to a gold-covered shoulder.

He sat there and listened to his big brother’s swimmer’s lungs as they drew in and let out air.

They sat there for a while. Gordon didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave and honestly, they had been kicked back to the Island to rest, so what the hell.

Alan was just tired.

Maybe Grandma was right.

“You want to talk about it?”

Alan blinked. Did he?

“Not really.”

“Okay.”

Those arms managed to get just a little tighter in the moment of silence after that.

“You know Dad is going to be okay, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Maybe. Should be. Did they really know?

“Because he is.”

And Alan was suddenly reminded of another severely ill family member. He pulled away and looked up at his brother.

Gordon was a little pale in the room’s lighting and his expression was more worry than the generally positive, bouncing blob of energy it usually was. But his skin was still tanned and healthy. Alan knew there were scars under that shirt that had hurt so much.

But Gordon was here now. Still his adorable big brother. Strong despite the injuries and the long-term issues.

And so…Gordon.

A moment and he was suddenly hugging his brother, overwhelmed yet again.

“Hey, hey…” But Gordon hugged him back as Alan screwed up his face on his brother’s shoulder.

“It’s gonna be alright, Allie.”

“Yeah.” It was the only word he could get out.

So he clung.

-o-o-o-

After a while Allie relaxed a bit and the two of them separated. There was embarrassment on Alan’s part, but Gordon didn’t seem to care.

They sat on the floor with their backs leaning against Alan’s bed talking.

About Dad.

About Scott and Virgil and John.

About Grandma.

About their family.

What had been a moment of exhaustion morphed into one of catharsis and relief. Perhaps Grandma knew he had to get away from the family to properly crack up.

He shouldn’t be surprised. Grandma really did know everything.

Well, except how to cook.

“When was the last time you checked your phone?”

Alan blinked sticky eyes and realised Gordon was poking at a phone. Alan’s phone.

It had a rocket phone case, of course.

“What the hell? Whatcha doing?” He swiped at the phone and missed.

“You do realise you have two hundred odd unread emails in here?”

“Gordon, give me my phone.”

“Oooh, you have fan mail.”

“Give it to me!”

But his brother was suddenly frowning. “Since when do you drink coffee with Alex Sweetapple?”

“Who?” Alan was the one frowning now, but this time he did manage to swipe the phone out of his brother’s hand as the man was actually trying to read his email.

So much for all that brotherly love a moment ago.

“Do you even drink coffee? I thought Scott banned you from that after the last time you went super soldier on the stuff.”

“I am an adult, you know. I can drink coffee any time I like.”

“Sure. You dealing Thunderbird Two’s coffee machine to the employees?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Alex Sweetapple, number one fan of Virgil’s coffee.” He made an attempt to grab the phone back and failed as Alan skittered away a bit and held the phone at length.

“Don’t know him, but it sounds like he has good taste. Even you like Thunderbird Two Brew.”

“Then why is he emailing you?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t even seen it yet, thanks to certain annoyance.” He glared at Gordon.

Gordon smirked at him, lopsided.

Alan grunted and poked at his phone. Sure enough, there was an email from an Alex Sweetapple with the subject heading of Coffee.

He opened it to discover that whoever they were, they were begging to get a hold of how Virgil made his coffee. “He wants the recipe.”

“For coffee?”

“Uh-huh. Who is he anyway?”

“One of Virgil’s engineers at Māhia. He’s got this cool product in development. Virg took me down there a few months back to check it out. It has some great applications underwater.” A frown. “In fact, if I remember correctly, he should be ready for testing soon.”

Alan stared at his fish brother. It shouldn’t, but it always did surprise Alan when Gordon talked science. It was so easy to forget that his lampooning sibling was as qualified in his fields as the rest of them.

They were just different fields.

“So why would he email me?”

“Can I see the email?” Gordon held out his hand.

Alan held up the phone instead, not willing to give up possession as, yes, there was fan mail on there, authorised by Thunderbird Five that he hadn’t yet had a chance to read.

He did so love reading his fan mail.

Not so much Gordon reading it.

The fish rolled his eyes and play-acted squinting up at the text. For some reason his mouth had to be half open to see things clearly.

“He wants Virgil’s coffee recipe.”

“That’s what I said.”

Gordon paused and looked away thinking. “You know him and Virgil had a really long chat that day. I ended up wandering off because I couldn’t suffer the engineerese any longer. I reckon if we hadn’t been called out, that the chat would have gone on longer.” A smile crept over Gordon’s face. “You know, they’d make a lovely couple.”

Alan wrinkled his nose and pulled the phone away. “What?”

“Virg does need a distraction.”

“You steal him away from Dad for a stupid reason and you’re dead.”

Gordon held up a hand. “Hey, I know what I’m doing. Been playing with older brother brains for a lot longer than you.”

Alan grumbled. Been playing with a younger brother’s brain as well, obviously. Mentioning the six-year gap between them was dirty pool.

“I’m not a kid, Gordon.”

“Never said you were.” The expression on his brother’s face was all ‘The Thinker’, possibly ‘The Conspirator’. Alan had the sudden impression that he was going to be dragged into something he wasn’t sure he was going to like.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that our older brothers need a break as much as we do.”

“Gordon-“

He held up his hand again and a smile curved his lips. “Trust me.”

Alan sighed inside.

He did.

That was the problem.

-o-o-o-

TBC

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OK, FULL LIST OF ALL THE REQUESTS I HAVE AT THE MOMENT, UNDER THE CUT!!

"unspecified" just means the asker didn't specifically say "can I get headcanons/reaction/fic" for the request; there might be context in the request itself implying which type of content would be best suited for it, but it's not 100% specified

and my lil "??" denotes something where I think either a type of content or an AU might apply but, again, it's not specified so I'm not 100% sure but there's something in the request which makes me lean in a certain direction

it took nearly 3600 words just to describe all the things in the list so you guys got a lot to look forward to! ... and, obviously, I have a lot to look forward to creating! <3

requests that are done and in the queue ready to be posted (in no particular order)

headcanons: reacting to S/O in shorts and a tank top during the summer [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

‘kisses’ meme: #45, sleepy kisses [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence; Sebastian]

reaction: a goth horror-loving S/O [Sebastian]

reaction: S/O who likes to fawn over them [Sascha; Wolfram]

‘card suits’ meme: 4 of spades Alois; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

‘soft Sunday’ headcanon meme: favorite way to receive affection?; favorite way to give affection?; are they loud and proud about their relationships, or do they keep it private?; would your muse be the one doing most of the cooking or not?; is your muse good at housework? [Peter]

headcanons: progressive falling in love [Snake]

reaction: S/O who never curses [Peter]

requests that have not yet been done

reaction: S/O who likes to hug them a lot [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; MacMillan; Soma]

unspecified: S/O gets sick and almost dies [modern!Agni]

fic: reader empathizing with Cheslock and they comfort each other

reaction: modern person showing up at the manor with the earls’ revived siblings who has their soul back [Alois; Ciel; Sebastian]

reaction: (male) S/O saves them but loses his life [Doll/Freckles; Maurice]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s short and feisty but soft around him [Joker]

unspecified: reader escapes an arranged marriage and disguises themself as a man to work as a butler, meets Grell and they both get a crush; reader’s parents come back and try to force them home, Grell shows up to rescue and confess to them

reaction: domestic life [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: male S/O [Ciel]

headcanons: poly [Joker x S/O x Dagger]

reaction: learning S/O is a member of a K-pop group [Grey; Phipps]

headcanons: NSFW [Agni]

headcanons: arranged fiancee who’s very bold and ready for marriage (is also friends with Gregory who’s smitten with them) [Lawrence]

unspecified: S/O who’s a witch and headmistress of an orphanage [William]

reaction: S/O dying and coming back as a ghost [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

reaction: what hobbies do they have/would like to have? [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

headcanons: first kiss [Bard; Finny; Mey Rin; Sebastian; Snake]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who works retail, he walks in on her getting scolded by the manager for no reason and he stands up for her [modern!Agni]

‘sense’ headcanon meme: heart; touch [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; Soma]

headcanons OR scenario: first child is born [Grey]

preference: who prefers a dominant S/O?

preference: who prefers a plus size S/O?

reaction: S/O knitting them something [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

audio: escaping yandere S/O [Maurice]

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “I know I fucked up. I know I did but don’t shut me out anymore. Let me in, please let me in.” [Gregory]

audio: fluff [Agni]

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “Have you ever had something missing? Like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.” [Agni]

headcanons: domestic [Patrick]

headcanons: older sister figure [Alois]

headcanons: chaotic reader [Joanne]

unspecified: older sibling figure reader [Ciel]

headcanons: angst [Maurice]

reaction: snow leopard demon S/O [Bravat; Hannah; Joanne; Snake; Triplets]

headcanons: romantic and expecting father [Rudger]

unspecified: loud, energetic girlfriend [Lawrence]

reaction: being proposed to [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

‘sense’ headcanon meme: sight; nose; heart; hands [Dagger; Peter]

unspecified: dealing with a powerful witch [Ciel; Edward]

reaction: multilingual S/O [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

fic: Vincent x plus size (fem) reader who wears glasses (insecure day or taking her somewhere special]

unspecified: ADHD reader [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grey; Undertaker]

‘kisses’ meme: 44, kissing every finger [Agni]

‘kisses’ meme: “free space” [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: getting a handmade blanket from their S/O [Alois; Ciel; Edward]

unspecified: Cheslock crushing on a student rep from a collaborating girls’ academy

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “Just let me look at you for a little bit.” [Agni]

scenario: Joker taking his S/O and twin daughters out to the current city they’re living in, the girls drag them into a candy shop

unspecified: plus size insecure S/O [Joker]

reaction: meeting a modern person with modern technology who shows them videos, etc. [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

unspecified: S/O who can shapeshift [Alois; Ciel]

unspecified: fluff [Alois]

scenario: S/O gives birth to their baby [Joker]

unspecified: protecting S/O on the Campania [Edward; Grey]

unspecified: trying to make a relationship work with limited time together [Wolfram]

headcanons: dealing with reader being sleep deprived [Cheslock and Gregory]

unspecified: S/O who makes (a very specific genre of) music as a coping mechanism [Alois; Astre; Ciel; Sebastian]

reaction: having to take care of their younger sibling [Cheslock; Clayton; Edgar; Edward; Gregory; Herman; Joanne; Lawrence; Soma]

fic: William x reader cooking together while he finally relaxes

fic: Wolfram x motherly reader singing lullabies to Sieglinde

unspecified: a day in Joker’s life taking care of baby Ellis, leading the circus, looking after his wife, and following Kelvin’s orders

unspecified: Beast x S/O training Betty after “The Sebastian Incident”

unspecified: NSFW, S/O’s first time and being gentle [Agni]

unspecified: S/O who can use death magic [Alois; Ciel]

fic: Soma rescuing reader from an abusive home after a relationship that starts with letters

‘card suits’ meme: 2 of spades; 3 of spades; 6 of diamonds; 8 of diamonds; ace of clubs; 3 of clubs; 4 of clubs; jack of clubs; queen of clubs; ace of hearts; 2 of hearts; 3 of hearts; 6 of hearts; 8 of hearts; 9 of hearts; queen of hearts; king of hearts [Peter]

fic: Ciel finding out his (male) S/O was part of the cult but was forced to participate

reaction: Undertaker, confronting his wife who’s responsible for the Phantomhive manor burning and the twins being in the cult, because she was jealous of his spending time with the Phantomhives

reaction: same-gender S/O [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

scenario: NSFW, bottom Joker x (male) S/O get interrupted

fic: Edward x reader (Ciel’s older sister) after Madame Red’s funeral

reaction to the scene [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Lizzie; Mey Rin; Sebastian]

headcanons: NSFW [Rudger]

unspecified: planning an engagement party with his S/O [Grey]

love letter: Grell

fic: soulmate AU, time freezes when you and your soulmate are in a room together for the first time and unfreezes when you make eye contact [Sebastian]

reaction: soulmate AU, everyone is born with a tattoo which glows when you meet your soulmate and fades to grey when they die, reader’s was grey from birth but starts to glow one day [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

free space! any character, concept, anything!

headcanons: with a tall angel-killing witch S/O [Grey]

fic: Arthur Conan Doyle x reader, she goes to his residence to invite him to The Event because Ciel thought he’d be more relaxed with a date

headcanons: big boobed girlfriend who lets them use her breasts as a pillow when they cuddle [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

headcanons: big boobed girlfriend who lets them use her breasts as a pillow when they cuddle [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; Soma]

unspecified: enemies to lovers, fox demon future S/O [William]

audio: Terms of Service AU [Peter; Snake]

unspecified: crow or cat hybrid S/O [Alois; Ciel]

fic: Finny spending the day with his baby boy

unspecified: Derrick x S/O who tries (and succeeds) at helping him be a better person

unspecified: poly [Edward x (male) S/O x Cheslock]

headcanons: pole [Joker x S/O x Sebastian]

audio: Joanne being kissed and cuddled

unspecified: S/O from the future [Aleister]

unspecified: interested in a servant working at the Phantomhive manor [Aleister]

scenario: the one(s) Ciel wants revenge on is/are dead already, how Ciel and his soulmate feel and how Sebastian reacts

audio: Grell x listener, listener gets home late and Grell jumps on them, having been worried

scenario: soulmate AU, Aleister meets (fem) S/O at an auction ball, things are dull before they meet but then they make eye contact and he buys her

fic: Maurice x reader, after his exposure no one else wants to associate with him and they comfort him after he’s bullied

unspecified: S/O who suddenly gets sick and he’s frustrated that he can’t help her [Agni]

reaction: S/O getting catcalled [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

sex + romance headcanon meme: 💦; 😘; 😊; 👍; 😉; 💯; 👰; 🌼; 🏩; 🎆; 💕; 🔥; 💑; 👀; 👎; 💲; 🎀; 💝; 💘 [Peter]

audio: fluffy, waking up next to him in the morning and getting breakfast together [Dagger]

unspecified: S/O who wears comfy clothes when they get sad (which is frequently) [Alois; Astre; Ciel; Maurice]

reaction: S/O getting shot, they survive but it’s still serious [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grell; Grey; Ronald]

headcanons: monsterfucker Peter with a beast-like monster S/O

audio: confession [Snake]

fic: reader is a new addition to the circus troupe and saves a snake from being tormented by hecklers [Snake]

fic: Sebastian x maid!reader, reader is usually obedient but decides to test Sebastian’s patience and receives a cheek grab and voice shift to his ‘true’ voice

preferences: which boys would like bath bombs/what kind?

Fic: Snake x (fem) reader, reader lets the snakes do whatever they want, climbing on her, etc., and one day comes to Snake for help because one of the snakes (or more?!) is stuck under her clothes

fic: platonic Grell and child reader fluff

reaction: S/O with chronic allergies [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: Terms of Service AU, relationship with app owner [Maurice]

reaction: Terms of Service AU, playing FNAF [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: killers in a horror movie [Alois; Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Maurice]

reaction: child reader who’s disabled and doesn’t ‘fit in’, they befriend the circus troupe, then the troupe find out reader has ‘normal’ friends who care for and help reader as well as do friends’ parents and when asked just say, “isn’t that what friends do?” [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

‘things you want to hear’ meme: “I feel like I can tell you anything” and “you know what I love about you?” [Peter]

headcanons: S/O has kids from a previous marriage [Doll/Freckles; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: Trancy nurse survival AU, multilingual reader who scolds the Triplets in another language when they purposely get themselves into mishaps

audio: listener comforting Maurice after a nightmare

audio: angst [Maurice]

unspecified: demon AU, with a human S/O [Beast; Bravat; Doll/Freckles; Grey; Phipps]

headcanons: platonic, someone in the form who’s the ‘fixer’, an inventor who inadvertently creates messes [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

fic: Phantomhive servants and maid!reader who’s the newest addition, they all throw her a surprise birthday party

unspecified: inventor S/O [Grey]

unspecified: angst [Grey]

unspecified: S/O who’s insecure about not being a proper lady [Grey]

unspecified: poly [John x S/O x Phipps]

headcanons OR scenario: Cheslock’s little brother coming to Weston

unspecified: doctor S/O, fluff and wholesomeness [Peter]

unspecified: doctor S/O who surprises him by wearing nothing but her white coat [Peter]

songfic: “Love Story” by Taylor Swift [Dagger OR Peter]

‘eyes emoji’ meme: eyes [Peter]

audio: fluff, listener just getting home after being away for a while [Alois OR Ciel]

unspecified: Hispanic S/O who thinks his accent is sexy [Peter]

unspecified: trying to cheer up his grumpy S/O with bad jokes [Joker]

unspecified: on a stroll with their girlfriend and she jumps in a river to save a child in danger [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grey]

unspecified: comforting their girlfriend who lost her niece in an accident [Edward; Grey; Ronald; Undertaker]

audio: date night or Christmas, wholesome [Peter]

songfic meme: “Leave Out All the Rest” by Linkin Park [Alois]

songfic meme: “I Wouldn’t Mind” by (S)He is We [Maurice]

unspecified: S/O who sings or hums while they’re giving him massages [Jumbo]

unspecified: S/O walking in on the scene where Joker touches Beast’s leg from behind

audio: Terms of Service [Dagger, Finny, OR Wendy]

unspecified: S/O who writes music dedicated to him [Peter]

headcanons: as fathers [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “I missed you” [Dagger] and “you’re my favorite person in the world” [Peter]

headcanons: wealthy S/O who spoils them out of love [Dagger; Peter]

audio: Valentine’s Day [Dagger OR Peter]

unspecified: S/O who’s always tired and works a lot, and finally they get to spend time together [Grell]

unspecified: badass Mey Rin in a bind

‘105 comfort’ meme: “you’re perfect just the way you are” [Peter]

‘105 comfort’ meme: “you’re allowed to be weak” [Jumbo]

‘105 comfort’ meme: “I’ll take care of it” [Peter]

unspecified: NSFW, artist boyfriend [Grey]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s wealthy and likes to spoil him [Dagger]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who composes a theme for him as a gift [Finny]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s a child psychologist [Wolfram]

songfic: “That Would Be Enough” from Hamilton [Dagger OR Peter]

headcanons: reader from the 21st century [Edgar]

reaction: S/O learning Latin so they can dirty talk to him [Sebastian]

unspecified: reader getting frustrated with homework and trying to help them [Lawrence]

songfic meme: “I Choose” by Alessia Cara [Jumbo OR Snake]

unspecified: AFAB nonbinary reader sneaks into Weston and befriends the P4 [besties with Gregory; falls for Edgar]

unspecified: confident and badass S/O, SFW and NSFW [John]

‘nonverbal’ meme: “beat”, “kiss”, and “loop” [Finny]

‘headcanons part 3’ meme: 🫀,🏉; 💥; 👓; 💍; 🏛; 🧭; 🚓; 🧬; 📖; 🤱; ⏰; 🚌; 🥀; 👊; 🩹; 🌊; 🏭; ⚰️; 🦁; 🔒; ⛓ [Peter]

fic: platonic, angel!reader saves Alois from being killed by Claude and gives him his happy ending as a mother figure

reaction: Doll/Freckles, playing horror games with her S/O

audio: cuddling [Soma]

reaction: reader confessing to an affair… but the ‘confession’ is a joke [Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

unspecified: platonic sisterly reader (lullaby?) [Doll/Freckles]

reaction: taking care of their S/O after a serious carriage accident [Bard; Ciel; Edward; Finny; Grey; Ronald; Undertaker]

songfic: “Heaven’s Light” from The Hunchback of Notre Dame [Doll/Freckles]

unspecified: girlfriend who brings him breakfast in bed on special occasions [Dagger]

unspecified: Bard x reader

unspecified: S/O who doesn’t drink alcohol [Peter]

unspecified: S/O who likes to cuddle and will sometimes tackle-hug them [Finny; Ronald; Snake; Undertaker]

palette meme: #39, “Absinthe Mage” [Peter]

preference: who would be okay ‘meeting the parents’?

songfic: “Hacerte Mía” by La Ross Maria and Nino Freestyle [Dagger OR Finny]

songfic meme: “Sea of Lovers” by Christina Perri [Dagger]

songfic: “Sneakin’ Around” from Star vs. the Forces of Evil [Dagger]

unspecified: S/O who works as a stand-up comedian [Undertaker]

unspecified: multilingual S/O who mumbles “I love you” in another language (with pet name) while cuddling [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

reaction: S/O studies psychology and will teach if asked [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

unspecified: Southern/Texan S/O who’s good at cooking [Bard]

unspecified: S/O who’s strong and protective [Peter]

fic: Joker x reader, reader is Doc’s apprentice and a good person trying to learn, they end up seeing Joker a lot and things develop

fic: based on the “guess again” scene from Game of Thrones [Peter]

reaction: S/O surprises them by adopting an orphan [Ciel; Edward; Grey; Phipps; Undertaker]

unspecified: S/O on the autism spectrum [Peter]

unspecified: S/O who’s a jazz and blues singer at a high-end establishment [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Mey Rin; Sebastian; Snake]

unspecified: walking in on (fem) S/O on a phone call and overhears her praising him to her family [Peter]

audio: Terms of Service AU [Dagger; Peter]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “there’s my beautiful bride” OR “I’m the luckiest man alive” [Beast; Wendy]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “I can’t stop thinking about you” OR “last night was incredible” [Peter]

songfic: “Remember Me”/“Recuérdame” from Coco [any character]

fic: survival AU (Safe & Sound AU?) Dagger x (fem) S/O reminding him that he’s important and enough

fic: angsty pining and fluff, reader is a big younger and pining for him, he thinks they should find someone younger [Bard]

unspecified: Phantomhive staff training ready to defend the manor

fic: reader fights Wolfram with Bard while escaping and they share angsty dialogue during the fight, then they start to grow closer again after Wolfram’s sacrifice

fic: anything [Undertaker]

unspecified: platonic, singing to the birds in the garden [Finny]

songfic: “Love Story” by Taylor Swift [Finny]

headcanons: Cheslock, any thoughts not already mentioned

reaction: fiancee being a witch [Edward]

headcanons: S/O who’s cheery around him but not so cheery around others [William]

reaction: (fem) S/O who’s hypermobile with knee problems [Dagger; Finny; Peter]

fic (??): visiting (fem) S/O at work but she’s dealing with nasty customers [modern!Agni]

scenario: fluff, S/O who loves baking [Snake]

unspecified: being a single parent [Bravat]

headcanons: reader who uses a (personalized!) cane to walk because of an accident [Alois; Ciel]

‘botantical’ headcanon meme: abatina; amaryllis; anemone; chrysanthemum; gardenia; heliotrope; hibiscus; ivy; marigold; peony; rose [Peter]

‘botanical’ headcanon meme: anemone; chamomile; daisy [Cheslock]

headcanons: wedding details [Grey]

fic: he comes to the hospital after reader gets hit by a car (fluffy ending) [modern!Agni]

‘botanical’ headcanon meme: amaryllis; hibiscus; ivy [Dagger; Joker]

reaction: (fem) S/O who’s an opera singer [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O’s joints start clicking and popping as they’re sleeping next to her for the first time [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: adjusting to each other’s tastes and traditions [modern!Agni]

unspecified: keeping their relationship with (male) S/O a secret [Ciel; Joanne]

reaction: selectively mute S/O who owns a sassy, filthy-mouthed macaw [Cheslock; Grey; Phipps; Snake; Triplets]

unspecified: hypermobile (fem) S/O who goes to the doctor for knee problems and then buys him something nice [Peter]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Agni; Soma]

‘gemstone’ headcanon meme: amazonite; apatite; cat’s eye; citrine; diamond; diopside; emerald; fluorite; iolite; jasper; kyanite; onyx; opal; peridot; rose quartz; spinel; tiger’s eye; tourmaline; zircon [Peter]

reaction: helping their hypermobile (fem) S/O with physical therapy exercises [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Sebastian; Snake]

fic: continuation of modern!reader telling the future in riddles [Alois and Ciel]

reaction: friend/companion bringing (Astre/Luka) back to life [Alois; Ciel]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Grey; Lau; Phipps]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for; neck kisses that turn into love bites; wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them; a kiss while being reunited after a long time; kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy; a kiss to wake you lover up in the morning; kissing your partner to seal a marriage; a risky kiss between forbidden lovers; a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party [Peter]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: a kiss to shut them up [Peter]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: a possessive kiss to stake a claim [Lau]

unspecified: helping reader through a bad panic attack [modern!Agni]

‘settings’ prompts: 029, an extravagant greenhouse [Finny OR Snake]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

unspecified: moving house and it’s stressful but they’re still sweet to each other [Agni]

unspecified (fic??): (male) Reaper S/O, fluff, long day ends in stargazing and S/O falling asleep [William]

scenario: shy fem S/O [MacMillan]

scenario: having to escort his S/O to a graveyard at night for some reason [Grey]

headcanons: life before the troupe, birth family, etc. [Jumbo]

headcanons: NSFW [Jumbo]

headcanons: modern (what he usually does after uni, how he flirts, etc.) [Cheslock]

headcanons: scientist friend brings Luka back as a surprise [Alois]

headcanons: angsty, he discovers a horrible and ugly secret of reader’s [Maurice]

audio: helping hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Peter]

headcanons: when Anne gets sick vs. when her children get sick (Safe & Sound AU)

headcanons: cuddling [Jumbo]

audio: watching a documentary about London’s kidnapped children with Listener (Terms of Service AU??) [Doll/Freckles]

headcanons: hurt/comfort about family relationships [Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

‘stonework’ headcanons: rosy haze; touch; fog [Peter]

‘cupcake’ picrew meme: Peter

‘cupcake’ picrew meme: Dagger; Joker

‘tea’ picrew meme: Peter

‘stonework’ headcanons meme: coral fragments; brickwork shadows [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

‘stonework’ headcanons meme: apatite tic; chatter [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

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Hello! You can call me Shadow or any of my self-insert names. I'm 21 and I use he/vamp/bats/cats pronouns. My genders are beyond any mortal comprehension but I'm transmasc so please don't refer to me as female and/or feminine aligned things.

I DO NOT CONSENT TO PROSHIP/VARIANTS INTERACTION. PLEASE DNI.

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This blog is dedicated to selfship and roleplaying in many forms. I have a ton of characters that I RP, so I put them all here for simplicity.

NSFW TAGS: // nsft, // suggestive

Under the cut for space! DNI below as well (various trigger warnings, but nothing explicit).

Tagslists!

Self inserts and F/O's: https://www.tumblr.com/dragon-in-the-woods/726062757736218624/more-tags-selfshipping-tags-below-brackets-not [I can "share" most F/O's, but ones I am unable to 'share' are marked.]

Muses: https://www.tumblr.com/dragon-in-the-woods/725392920670273536/tags-for-my-muses-below-more-to-be

Rules and need-to-knows!

-My response time depends on my spoons and if I remember. Don't feel bad if I don't respond, I either forgot or I'm just not up to par with chatting at the moment. My object permanence can be limited so please don't be upset if I do forget!

-At the moment, I am not comfortable with NSFW roleplay. That may change in the future and this will be updated accordingly.

-For personal comfort, please be 18+ if you want to roleplay in DMs. Asks, reblogs, and things like that are fine for any age, but the no-NSFW still applies.

-Please be respectful to me and my muses, especially my self-inserts. My S/I's are a big part of me and we don't take kindly to disrespect.

DO NOT INTERACT: Bigots of any kind. Christans/catholics. Pro-lifers. The Satanic Temple or any of its associates, inclusing "atheistic" Satanists/Luciferians. TERFs/radfems/gender critical/trandmeds/etc. Proshippers/comshippers/variants. Pedophiles/MAPS/NOMAPS/PEARS/etc. Incest (includes adoption). Noncon. DSMP/Harry Potter/Melanie Martinez fans. Starseed/indigo children/other ableists. Anti self-dx.

My muses:

Skyrim: Cicero. Mercer Frey. Vex. Brynjolf. Delvin Mallory. Glover Mallory. Serana. Miraak. Teldryn Sero. Neloth.

The Band GHOST: Cowbell. Special. Zephyr/Elder Air. Any of the Papas, including Copia.

Legacy of Kain: Kain. Raziel. Dumah. Vorador. Janos Audron. Umah.

Red Dead + GUN: Red Harlow. Colton White. Port. Soapy. Arthur Morgan. RDR1-era John Marston. Bonnie MacFarland. Dutch van der Linde. Colm O'Driscoll.

Others: Doomguy/Flynn, VEGA- DOOM. Isabelle, Beau, Chops- Animal Crossing. Eivor Wolf-Kissed, Soma of Grantebridgescire- AC:V.

Self-inserts/OCs: Tacia, Bloodmoon- Skryim. Cardinal Astral, Cirice Emeritus- GHOST. Shadow, Creonox- LoK. Frankie van der Linde, Eli Smith- RD+GUN. Jessie Michaels- DOOM. (more to be added as I remember them)