#‘wild child’ the one i mentioned in the tags is truly one of the few movies from the time i truly love to this day

[babieken]

i've somehow never seen she's the man yet is this a sign 🤔 also your shownu spam is making me sooo happy :'') i'm glad me yelling on my shownu soapbox turned into smth so nice this time dhfhsk since we're on opposite sides of the world hope you're having a good night niki!!!! 🥰💛🩷💕🧡

Omg I’m surprised you’ve never seen it bc i feel like for a long time it was everywhere kdkfkdka to be fair i havent watched it in a decade but I remember never skipping on watching it whenever it was on tv!

Please😭😭😭😭😭 thank YOU for being the reason for me to do it!!!! God i miss him so much…… i cant wait to have him back😞

Thank you miss lissa🥺💞im having a lovely night!! I just DIYed a tinted lip balm (like melted the last bits of a plain one with some red lipstick kdkfkdk) and im also rewatching one of my fave shows of all time for the 82748th time so😌 its a chill night~

[miidnighters]

It's my birthday ! To celebrate, I wanted to put together a little shout out of people I love because it's the most surefire way to get compliments back in return (I'm kidding!). Thankyou so much for writing with me and mashing our barbies together and making this hellsite such a fun place to be.

Also, seeing how this has changed from my last shoutout at Christmastime - notably, the people I tagged as "people I love who I don't write with very much" but who now I write with or talk to every day lmao.

Please let this have tagged everyone I wanted to tag

@92328

I love u so much. U know I do. I love all the random questions u ask and ur request for Isaac Facts and the fact that you refer to Morgan as "Nora's Husband" and the way you wanna lock Flynn up in a tower to keep him a baby forever. Never change lmao.

@bloodykneestm

Bender ur characters are chefs kiss and our dynamics are chefs kiss and I get such a huge smile whenever I see u in my notifs (either here or on disco). I love the things we come up with together.

@cigarettesandcoffee

My darling! I know you're not writing a lot atm but it makes my day whenever we chat and whenever you pop up with some random love. All of our pairings are so good and I can't wait to see what we cook up for the others.

@draconisa

I know you're ALSO not writing a lot atm but Dany and Isaac have my whole heart plus everything that we're doing on the multi for everyone there like. My brain is still stuck on Harts and Vasile like. Does it get any better?

@epistrefei

HELLO. ARTEMIS. WOW. I am so in awe of the original spin you're able to put on such a well-known character - and it's not just Artemis and Billie, it's Barty and Flynn, and watching what you do with Zahrosa and so many others.

@exquisitexagony

Sami is my baby. The relationship they have with Flynn and Bella (or Bella and Arthur) and all the others is so special to me, as well as everything we have going on your other blogs (Callie and Shimi, for example? Yes).

@fangmother

Rainer is who I want to be when I grow up. If I could be half as confident and gave less fucks. I love seeing all the wild shit she gets up to and following her different relationships with people who have been in her life for varying lengths of time.

@freekzout

What can I say about the freekz? Callie and Funke's relationship is so special to me BUT also the friendships we've built? Lu and Ruth? Flynn and Ruth? Bella and the both of them? Not to mention your other blogs - Bella and Connie in particular.

@inrovina

Every relationship my characters have with Xeno is SO special. Flynn and Lake are SO special. I'm so excited for what other shenanigans they get up to and all the potential new stuff we're doing on your multi !

@kurjaks

I need to put this man in an enclosure and study him. I love him so much, and I love the careful way you've crafted him, and the truly unique way he carries and conducts himself. PLUS the way we chat ooc? Peak.

@mystiika

Every one of your muses is a darling to me. We've started creating such interesting relationships between a few of our muses in varying stages of romance or friendship and I cannot wait to do more with you.

@recitedemise

Every time I see you in my notifs I know I am getting fed the Good Shit. You have such a way with words and what we've crafted between Gale and Callie is really something special to me. Plus to varying relationships w Harts and Bella? Yes.

@sorrowsick

There is no muse of yours that I don't love down bad. We have some truly batshit stuff going on and I know that I can always come to you with the wildest ideas and we can make it work. I am truly your biggest fan.

@soulmissed

August is the only child character I write with and I think that says something bc it's hard to write a child without them being too much of a caricature and it's hard to build relationships without them being one-note but you so it SO well, so we have such beautiful ties.

@starlyht

One of the true lights of my life I adore seeing u on my dash and in my notifs. We have some great ties between our characters and I truly love seeing your thoughts on lycanthropy or drow society or whatever takes your fancy.

@stcllata

I love that every pairing we toss together just seems to Work lmao. Whatever the situation, whoever the muse, we can always put them together and come out with something good. And by good I often mean shippy but like. Who's gonna tell us no?

@tewwor

I am so in awe of your mind and your worldbuilding, and I am so lucky to be able to play in these spaces you've built. I love the relationships we've built and I love that we can throw different characters together to see what sticks.

@vitalphenomena

I say this with the UTMOST affection but this is the most messed up roster of characters I've ever seen and I adore writing with them. I adore exploring all the different facets of their characters and how my characters interact with their struggles bc they're NOT perfect.

@whileurmine

If I see a man over 30 on my dash, odds are it's you. I love your roster and I love our OOC hate sessions and I love that we can both puck up and put down starters like nothing. Whether it's something established or a new idea we can always put a pair together.

@yxkanna

I know you're ALSO not writing atm but I have to let you know how much I love you and your babies. Not just Nick but all of them. We have some really interesting dynamics both platinic and romantic and I can't wait until you're back to pick them up.

And then of course some other shoutouts of people I don't love any less but perhaps don't write with or talk to as often <3 (which should change, honestly. Come yap w me <3)

@abysswarden | @berylcluster | @bucketkicked | @byanyan

@coastercrushed | @corsey | @cragsnow | @demonstigma

@downspirals | @fvzzyelf | @godstrayed | @hegrudges

@idnull | @kxllerblond | @lcngdays | @nabaidhean-neonach

@platiinums | @pohlepen | @redemnation | @strszyga

@withbeasts | @xinxiins

[cookiesupplier]

Catch You When You Fall - Part Ten

pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo & ofc (Catherine)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, angst, murder, mystery, smut, mentions of speciesism, mentions of violence, trauma, mental health, depression, anxiety, sleep terrors, loss of appetite, (potentially more to come)

summary: A new soul has arrived in the Afterlife. While she appears to adjust just like anyone else might in the new environment of the world of life after death, despite the ordeal she experienced with her death. The question is has she really, and can Nicholas help her without crossing lines that he knows he shouldn't?

Authors Note: Unbeta'd, here we go!

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@philomenie @dontdiganothergravetoday @anameunmusical @poisongirl616

Nicholas knew he needed to hit something, he wasn’t a violent person, he wasn’t, truly, but sometimes, everyone had those moments, didn’t they? When they just had to hit something and get that aggression out, or they might just implode a little bit. It was why he could really understand why Ellie took her bat to the more repugnant souls that came through the arrival's office that she worked in with Jolly and Folio. Nicholas couldn’t say he wouldn’t be tempted to deal with a few of the horrifyingly darker souls personally whose files passed over his desk. Still, that wasn’t his job, his job was to assess their souls and hand their physical punishments over to demons such as Noah and his teams in the punishment realms. 

The punishment realms, one of which he was headed to right now, the one that Noah, well, Nicholas didn’t like to say he was in control of it, or lorded over it like some did. Even if in some ways he did both of those things. Nicholas would prefer to consider his work as guided it. Nicholas hoped that they could actually help the souls inside, even if they both would admit, some of the souls in the darkest depths of the realm, might be there for eternity. While punishments weren’t supposed to be about the pain, and torture, it was the lessons, and learning from them, not everyone managed to understand that. People like Folio did, and look at him now, he had flourished in the most wonderful way. He even had moved on to find a relationship in Ishtar, despite what demons like Gavin would say about it. If Folio had had a caseworker under Gavin, he would have encouraged him to reincarnate the moment he had come out of punishment. Nicholas, for one, was more than glad that Folio’s instead had placed him in the arrival’s hall, working with Jolly instead. 

Now, as Nicholas walked into the training ring, Noah was already waiting for him. They didn’t train often, Nick wasn’t into this kind of thing as much as Noah was, but he had insisted lifetimes ago. Wanted to make sure he could defend himself. Safe to say, when Nicholas had heard about Noah’s plan for his first date with Ellie, oh, there was no way he had been surprised. It had seemed like a Noah thing to do, teaching her how to fight, or more importantly, defend herself. He was sure it had been one hell of a first date.

Knowing they were meeting this afternoon, for once, he hadn’t even told him he had to postpone for the stack of paperwork on his desk.

“Wow, something must have gotten to you, I didn’t get one call to tell me you were running late this time.”

Noah looked like he’d already started training when he got there, and knowing him, he probably had, working with some of the other demons no doubt. Nicholas wasn’t about to ask who, he knew that Noah didn’t hold back when it came to pushing those under him, he was a perfectionist. Then again, for all he knew it wasn’t just training. It could well have been him working with souls for the morning on their punishment regimens. Nicholas wasn’t going to ask any more than Noah was going to inquire about the files that had crossed his desk. Poking at each other's work was better off not done, and they both knew it.

Dropping his bag to the side, he reached in and took out the wraps for his hands, Nicholas didn’t use his nearly as much as Noah did, but he had them anyway, for under the gloves.

“Hand-to-hand today then?”

Already starting on wrapping his hands, Nicholas sighed, they’d both had a couple of lifetimes worth of routine, even if Noah was much more adept.

“Oh yeah, I really just need to hit something today, and if it ends up being you, at least then I won’t get reported by you.”

At least Noah laughed at that, that was far better than what Bryce would have done if he’d actually ended up taking a swipe at him earlier this morning.

“Or we can stick to the punching bags, though, I doubt you’d find that as nearly as satisfying. Damn Nick, you usually aren’t nearly this eager to hit first, what's going on? Something happening at work, you’ve been, kind of, off lately?”

Noah asking about work, even in general, he could tell he was worried, otherwise he wouldn’t have touched it. Nicholas was quiet as he wrapped his hands, considering what he should tell Noah, it wasn’t like the discord in his department's office was new. A lot of people knew about it, and Noah was well aware of how demons like Gavin saw things, he was just as disgusted by it as he was. Sighing,

“So, I had a bit of a sit down with Bryce this morning about one of his cases. Bryce, works under Gavin, Lord Gavin.. You know, that one.”

One glance at Noah as Nicholas was starting to pull on his gloves over the basic wrap to protect the knuckles of his hands, and the stare he got back told him he knew exactly who he was talking about. Nicholas was aware that Noah had heard plenty about Gavin’s opinion of Noah’s bonding with Ellie, and he certainly didn’t need to ask him what his brother thought about that, it was obvious. Possibly he wasn’t going to be the only one that wanted to hit something soon. 

“Anyway, the new soul in Hell, Catherine, Cat, the one that works for Ishtar-”

“Oh, Ellie mentioned her the other day. She was absolutely delighted to meet her, couldn’t stop talking about how wonderful she was. Folio apparently thinks she’s great too, he said that he thinks she might be having a bit of a learning curve settling into Hell, but what soul doesn’t right?”

Nicholas must have had a some kind of look on his face, because something about his expression had Noah stopping cold then, staring at him.

“What, what is it, Nicholas, something wrong with her? Is she the case you were talking to Bryce about?”

There went his face again. He had the worst kind of poker face, and he knew it.

“Oh shit, she was, wasn’t she? What’s happened… oh damn if she’s one of Bryce’s that's bad… dammit Nicholas! You should have told me, if Ellie makes friends with her, and she reincarnates, that��ll just break her heart. I mean, shit, it happens to all of us, I know that, it’s bound to happen to her sooner or later.”

Nicholas shook his head before Noah got too far ahead of himself. He wasn’t wrong, though, it did happen to all of them. They met souls that they became friends with that ended up reincarnating, and they had to say goodbye to. It was heartbreaking, most times, in the most wonderful way, seeing a soul growing and reaching such an emotional journey that they were ready for that next step. Cat though, as one of Gavin’s, they both knew that wasn’t likely to be the heartbreak that would happen.

“That wasn’t quite the problem I was worried about, but yeah, it was her case, and yes, even eventually we both know Ellie is going to have to deal with friends reincarnating, you know that. Prepare her for it. Jolly and Folio have both had to say goodbye to friends over the years that have reincarnated.”

It wasn’t easy, getting to know souls that have decided to go back and try again, but at the same time, by the time that they did, there always seemed to be a sense of hope for them. As painful as it was, it wasn’t about an ending, it was about a new beginning. Besides, maybe they’d see them again someday. Just, every last one of them hoped they didn’t see them again too soon, that they lived long happy, and healthy lives out there. 

“Then what was the issue? I’m assuming there was one if you’re upset about it enough to go see Bryce.”

Moving towards the punching bag now, they could try to spar, but neither of them were focused enough, and if they tried, the conversation would just lead to one of them getting hurt, and it wouldn’t go well.

“I went to see her because,”

He was tempted to lie, and just spin the yarn to Noah that he’d told Bryce about just being in the vicinity of her building and accidentally seeing her… but this was Noah…

“I lied about finding her passing out and helping her, but the truth is, after helping her, Ishtar and Ellie the other night, I’ve felt drawn to her. I know I need to stay away from her, she’s one of Bryce’s cases, if I don’t stay away from her, I could blow up my life, my career, I could blow up her life. I know the way Gavin and Bryce treat souls, they’d manipulate her into reincarnation early if they weren’t trying already. And I, I can’t have that, Noah. I don’t- I have never believed in forcing people into reincarnation. The soul needs time to process, and I have the worst feeling she’s going through something, she needs this time… She needs help, and they aren’t going to give it to her because all they see her as is some soul to push through, and…”

He sighed…

“I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ve just met her, I don’t even know her, I don’t know her beyond that she likes flowers, and she-” 

Noah was standing behind the heavy punching bag and putting his shoulder against the back of the swinging rig to give it more heft. He braced it increasingly for Nicholas as his brother started to lay into it with each heavier hit of his fists. Allowing him to let his frustrations out on the bag with each punch of his hands, and gloves. Between each strike of his hands against the weighted boxing bag, the words flowed about the female soul, about how he didn’t understand why he just couldn’t keep his mind off of her. That he knew he should just let it go, he knew she didn’t matter in the grand scheme of the souls in Hell. She wasn’t even his to watch over, what was one soul, but he just couldn’t stop thinking about her. Thinking about things that Folio said, Ellie said, even Ishtar said. 

Noah blinked at the way Nicholas just continued to thrash the punching bag with his fists, he was never usually this focused. 

He had to meet this woman. 

Obviously there was something about her that had his best friend, his brother, tied up in knots. Sure, he was thinking about her like she was just a soul, a case, but that could not be all she was if she had him like this. Not with that furrow on his brow, and the way his hands were slamming into the punching bag, one after the other. No doubt, imagining Bryce, and probably Gavin too. He hadn’t even come in here like this after Noah and Ellie’s bonding announcement, and they’d all heard how Gavin had reacted to it. They’d all felt some kind of way over that, and he knew it. Damn. 

Oh yeah, he had to meet this Cat. Sure, he was always going to with Ellie getting closer to her, there was no doubt there, but he was going to make it happen sooner or later.

“You know what we haven’t done in a while?”

Noah finally spoke when Nicholas seemed to be taking a breather from his semi ranting about Cat, and this strange effect that she was having on him. Raising an eyebrow with a bit of a smile as he looked at his pseudo brother right now.

“A group movie night, pizza, beer, popcorn…”

A heavy sigh escaped Nicholas then, for a moment there he was worried that Noah was going to suggest something completely different. That he could handle, it would actually be great, a perfect kind of distraction from everything. Smiling, Nicholas nodded, maybe he was done for the day, he felt punched out now. Stepping back, he started to pull his gloves off, pulling the strap off that held the wrists on.

“That actually sounds kind of perf-”

“Any new friends that any of us have made recently.”

Only for Noah to go and ruin it before he could even finish agreeing to the plan, before he could even finish taking his gloves off even! Oh, he was going to kill him. Nicholas turned on him with a incredulous stare, he had to be joking, did he want him to lose his job, his position?!

“Are you kidding?! No! Gavin will destroy me.”

Noah just rolled his eyes, and the urge to hit him came right back to Nicholas all over again. The look on Noah’s face though, he could tell he wasn’t listening to him, the smirk as he just nodded yes, at him, yes, they were going to do this. Yes, they were going to have movie night.

“You know what, no, screw Gavin, think about Cat, she’s having enough trouble settling, you’ll be throwing so much at her all at once, just no, no Noah, NO!”

Noah just continued to smile and nod, and Nicholas threw one of his gloves right at his head.

“NO!”

He wasn’t listening.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[holdmytesseract]

The Sandwich Incident

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Request: "Congrats on hitting the 500!!! :D :D

Let's see...I'm going to give you some prompts and let YOU pick the character! Switch it up a bit. :)

Prompts: - A sandwich - Reader has red hair - "I can't wait to regret this in the morning, dear."" - Requested by @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 ! 😄

Summary: You got quite a bit drunk at the afterparty of the premier of Loki Season One, causing a sandwich incident to happen...

Warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol, this is actually very funny

Word Count: 1,2k

a/n: Ahhh, this was SO much fun to write! Thanks for giving me those great prompts @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 ! I loved the challenge! I hope you like it! 😁 Hope it's okay that I chose Tom himself... 😊

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @fictive-sl0th

If you want to be added to my Tom Taglist, please let me know! 😄

"Oh gods..." You giggled, while literally stumbling down the stairs of the fancy bar. "I think I wasn't that tipsy in a loooong ti- woah!" Your feet suddenly weren't able to work correctly anymore, causing you to stumble. You would've fallen down the last few steps, if two strong arms around your middle wouldn't have prevent you from doing exactly that. "Careful, darling." The voice of your beloved boyfriend announced behind you with a teeny-tiny chuckle. He pulled you against his chest and held you secure. You just broke out in another fit of giggles. "Thank you, Tommy."

It had been the evening of the premier of the Loki series - season one, here in London. And well, the afterparty had been... let's say wild...

"Of course, darling. Wouldn't want you to fall, would I?" You beamed up at your infamous boyfriend, smirking smugly. You started to ran your hands up and down his suit clad chest, up to his broad shoulders and strong arms. "Sometimes I forget how strong you are, babe." You giggled again, "My strong, strong handsome man." and wiggled your eyebrows, trying to look seductive. Tom just shook his head and smiled lovingly at you. "Darling, I think you are not just tipsy. Come on, I'll take you home." He placed a soft kiss on top of your head, which was covered in a wild mane of almost untamable ginger curls, before he gently swept you off your feet and carried you down the last few stairs - what you commented with even more giggles. "Yes! Take me home, cowboy!" You practically purred, causing the British gentleman to blush. Tom knew, of course, how you acted when you were tipsy - or well, drunk, so he just played along. "That's what I intend to do. Come on, love." He gently let you down again, but wrapped his arm securely around you, steadying you.

Luckily, the bar you had been in wasn't that far away from your London home. And therefore, that you two took the back entrance of the bar on your way out, Tom didn't have to deal with paparazzi's. A thing the actor was very glad about this evening.

Giggling, you stumbled through the main door of yours and Tom's shared home, pulling him with you. Being the gentleman he was, he helped you out of your black heels, with you almost toppling over and falling on top of him, but again, he 'rescued' you. "Babe, you truly are my hero tonight!" You slurred and smirked at him, biting your lip. "I thought I am always your hero?" You giggled, "You are, but tonight especially." and leaned over to kiss the top of his nose. Tom just sighed with a smile and led you into your shared bathroom to help you peel off your tight dress and change you into your pyjama - something your drunk self didn't quite appreciate...

"Nooooo." You whined like a small child, pouting, as your boyfriend tried to slip the soft, cosy pyjama top over your head. Tom pulled back, frowning. "Why? What's wrong, darling?" "Don' want that... Want you." Tom was slightly confused. "Me?" You nodded, "Uh.Huh." and started to clumsily peel off Tom's loosened tie and white button up. Now he understood. "You want to wear my shirt tonight, love?" "Mhh." You slurred, trying to undo the buttons, but didn't quite make it. "Wanna feel you close." Tom smiled at your sweet words and gently took your hands in his and removed them from the white fabric of his shirt, before he unbuttoned the piece of clothing himself. As soon as he shrugged it down his shoulders, you made grabby hands at him, reaching for the shirt. Tom helped you slip into it. "Better, sweetheart?" You nodded, still beaming at him. "Perfect. Now let's get you to bed, yes?" "Mhmm." He helped you stand and wanted to guide you towards the bedroom, but you had other plans... You wrapped your hands around his neck and pressed your body against his bare chest. "Carry me?" You looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes Tom had ever seen. "Pleaseeeee!" He gave, of course, in, "Alright, come on." and picked you up to carry you once again. A happy giggle left your lips and you gave him a sloppy kiss on his clean shaved cheek. When Tom had reached the bedroom, he tucked you in and made sure to switch off all the lights, before he joined you. He pulled you against his chest and cuddled you close to him. "Good night, my love." "Mhhh, night, babe." Tom placed another kiss on top of your head and closed his eyes, trying to sleep.

The bedroom was silent for a long moment, but then... "Baaaabe?" You whispered into the darkness, causing Tom to snap out of his doze. "What is it, darling? Is everything alright?" The Brit was shortly worried that the amount of alcohol you had consumed caused you to feel sick or dizzy, but that wasn't the case... "M hungry." He blinked. "You are hungry?" "Uh.Huh... Can I have a sandwich?" "You want to have a sandwich? Now?" "Yes, ehehe." Tom sighed deeply, but turned around to switch on his bedside lamp, knowing very well, that you wouldn't go to sleep without having something to eat. "I am going to make you a sandwich, okay?" He would do everything for you, anyway. Even make your drunk self a sandwich in the middle of the night. After all, you were the love of his life. You nodded excitedly, with a big smile on your face. Tom threw the blanket aside and stood up. "Any special wishes, milady?" You giggled at Tom's sublime language, before tapping your chin in a thinking manner. "I waaaaant... Toast... Butter... Jam... Aaaand pickles." The man frowned in disgust and... shock? "Beg your pardon, my love... You want what? Jam and pickles??" You giggled, nodding. Tom blinked. "You, uh... You are not pregnant, are you?" He had to ask, didn't he? You shook your head, still giggling. "Noooo, babe..." Tom lifted an eyebrow, sceptically. Sure, you were not exactly yourself right now, but nevertheless, he had to make sure, right? "Are you... sure?" "Mhhh... Jus' drunk." Tom shook his head and just decided to leave it like that. "Alright, darling... I'll be right back." Then he left you and went to the kitchen to make the sandwich you requested.

Ten minutes later, he witnessed with disgust, how you devoured the jam and pickles packed sandwich, like it was some kind of delicacy. "I can't wait for you to regret this in the morning, dear." You eagerly shook your head. "Nuh.Uh. 'M not gonna regret this, babe." You stated, while still munching on the sandwich. Tom just shook his head, giving you a lopsided grin.

Needless to say, Tom had been right... You did, in fact, regret it. Especially, as you were leaning over the toilet, emptying your stomach of the sandwich - and alcohol. The only thing which made this unpleasant situation you were in better, was your doting boyfriend, who rubbed small, comforting circles in your back and held your hair back.

[jaysficarchive]

Villain's Wife Support Group

Chapter 1: Initiation

Synopsis: The wives of some of the most infamous villains in the world meet every Wednesday to share stories, give updates, and talk about love on the wrong side of the law.

Relationship(s): Various

Warning(s): Mention of SA, mention of child murder

Tag list: @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @mayameanderings

"Hello, ladies, and thank you all for coming."

A group of women exchanged "Hello"s either taking or adjusting their seats. Most of them were older, a few young faces in the crowd. One could tell a bit of their personalities just from looking at the choices in decor.

People from all different parts of the country gathered in front of their computers for one purpose: a common type of spouse.

"Welcome, everyone," a small, round woman with dark brown skin and short black hair spoke. Dressed in a silky robe lined with fur, it was easily to tell she was relaxing after a long day at work. "My name is Christine. I'm the founder of this group."

Some of the others waved at her while others said hellos. The positive reception pleased Christine.

"This is initiation day where we basically introduce ourselves, talk about what we do for a living, maybe a little bit about ourselves then introduce costumed criminal we're married to."

A simple enough task. These people were just getting to know each other, after all. Making a good first impression was highly encouraged to most, critical to some.

"I'll go first. My name is Christine Chapel. I work as a cabaret performer under the name Belle Holiday, my favorite gemstones are amethysts and pearls, and my husband is the Music Meister."

Another woman with copper brown skin and the same jet black hair spoke next. "I'm Brandice Bivolo. I'm an elementary school teacher and my husband is the Rainbow Raider. A few of my hobbies are metalworking, playing instruments, and calligraphy."

Both her style and the background behind her could easily be described as bohemian, hipster. With all the crystal necklaces and bright, earthy colors of her clothes, it wasn't hard to see why someone like him fell for her.

The other members took turns introducing themselves. A notable face was Marina Lulit, a prominent Floridian socialite and wife of one K'an of Tenochtitlan. If what she said about him being the ruler of an underwater kingdom was true, she probably had lots of stories to tell.

Eve, an older Black woman from the Deep South, was the wife of Hollow, phantom of the railroads. Christine was a big fan of the ostrich feather lamp behind her; and of the overall vibes of her room in general. She must've had some truly wild stories--probably even moreso than her own with Music Meister.

Who could forget the ever gracious Mona Lisa Beauvais. It was for the better she be in this group since her fiance Riddler was still in Arkham. Her room was another's Christine admired--with its mix of old Hollywood and urban aesthetics.

Christine clapped her hands together. "Now that that's done, I'm gonna cut to the chase. This is a support group for all women and femmes who are either married or engaged to villains."

"Let's go over a few ground rules. First, when I say all women and femmes, I mean it. I will not tolerate any bullshit. Second, no child murderers or rapists. Made that very clear in the rules on Facebook. Lastly, be respectful about each other's tastes. We already deal with enough shaming from the media."

The other members nodded along in agreement, some even mumbling their support of Christine's ground rules.

"Anymore questions?" Christine looked around.

"When do we meet?" Brandice asked.

"We meet every Wednesday," Christine replied. "Make sure to let me know if you can't make it to a meeting ahead of time."

"What are we gonna do in this group?" Marina asked. "I mean, I know this ain't a club but we gotta do something fun every once in a while."

She's right, Christine said to herself. No one would want to spend the whole time moping and telling stories. "I do plan on having some events including a girls trip. Nothing concrete yet, of course."

After a few more questions and another run down of things, the members all exchanged goodbyes before going their separate ways.

Alone, Christine gently closed the computer. It was just her in a large, luxurious house. Sighing, she headed to the kitchen for a drink. Usually the house would be filled with the sounds of Music Meister playing his piano or singing to his favorite songs. Christine would join in, maybe even dance along to his voice.

Today, only silence. Just a few hours ago, Christine went through the worst moment of her life since the car accident--the trial of her husband. It wasn't being alone that distressed her; rather the amount of attention she got. In the span of a few hours, she went from a private citizen to having cameras and microphones in her face as she left the Gotham City Courthouse.

Heaven knows what they'd say about her and her relationship. All the wrongful insinuations, false narratives, invasive questions.

These were about to be the longest three years ever.

[bite-me-tonight]

6 and 36 for the tav questions ✨

a/n: omg- I didn’t actually expect anyone to send in an ask I was just reblogging to write about my tav in my own time 😭😭 but I’ll gladly answer!! I have a few Tavs, so I’ll choose my most detailed and developed one. I have thought way too much about this Tav so this is gonna be a LONG post. tysm for sending an ask this was so fun to write!

Tav Tag: Questions 6 & 36

What’s your Tav’s origin story?

Emilia Westwood is a half wood-elf golden draconic sorcerer born to a noble family in the northern city of Neverwinter. Though considered low nobility, the Westwoods have been respected and well connected amongst both Neverwinter and Waterdeep’s social elite for generations.

However, the recent generation of Westwoods have seen their social standing and influence placed in jeopardy, as rumors begin to spread that the magic of her family’s bloodline is tarnished and dwindling.

Her father was the only child in his family to inherit the Westwood’s draconic magic and his powers were mediocre at best. Similarly, her eldest brother was born with very little sorcery ability, while her second elder brother, though moderately powerful, was born deaf and blind- thus cannot effectively use his gifts nor properly engage with noble society.

Unlike her siblings, Emilia demonstrated a very strong gift for sorcery and plenty of social grace. Subsequently, she has been groomed for marriage by her parents since youth in hopes that she may one day marry a powerful sorcerer and “restore the family bloodline.”

On her thirteenth birthday she overheard her parents talking to a family friend, informally promising her hand to their son in a decades time.

Following this event, she was enrolled into an elite all girls academy and finishing school for spell casters in Waterdeep, notorious for their rigorous curriculum, racial exclusion, sexist ideology and elitist attitude. The school boasts many successful and powerful alumni, however and is considered a terrible but “efficient” system.

After a grueling years nine and a half years, she graduated at twenty two years old. Her parents sent two escorts to accompany her to Baldur’s Gate, where she would “celebrate her graduation” with them and their aforementioned family friends. In reality, her soon-to-be fiancé was going to, as tradition demands, formally ask for her father’s blessing for his daughter’s hand and then propose to her. Mere minutes after she arrived in the city, however, she was abducted by mindflayers… and that’s where her story truly begins!

What is your tav’s favorite type of environment? Like in a tavern, a library, out in the wilderness, underground, etc.

Emilia is a half wood-elf, so she has an inherit affection for nature within her. However, she grew up in the city and tends to feel isolated when deep in the wilds.

A city park or botanical garden is the perfect compromise for her- surrounded by nature but still within reach of civilization, not to mention both are prim and proper which agrees with the spiffy noble inside her. She really just loves Neverwinter in general, as the city is known for their gardens and lush greenery, thanks to the year-round warm weather.

Emilia also really likes the ocean. Neverwinter is on a warm coast, so she spent many of her childhood days swimming and reading on the beach.

[spider-sense-and-sensibility]

I know I wasn't tagged but I wanted to think about this - thank you @ladyaj-13 for asking anyone to participate! :)

Rules: List ten books that have stayed with you in some way, don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

here we go! I literally just made a list of the first 10 14 books I thought of (and then whittled)

'A Prayer for Owen Meany' by John Irving

I read this in school and it really really struck me - I like things to have meaning, for puzzle pieces to slot together, for metaphors to hit home, and to hear a whole life story, and this book really told the whole story of Owen Meany. That so many things had to happen for the climax of the book to succeed is just so many things slotting together in a satisfying (and sad) way. I've read it a few times since and it means something different each time.

'The Hunger Games Trilogy' by Suzanne Collins

I have never before nor since felt like I visualized a book so thoroughly and completely that I actively set out to do costume plates for all the characters when I first read them. Like I researched stuff and made figure base drawings for all of them and got about 30% through and then the movie came out and I lost it. But truly I saw this so clearly in my mind so kudos to Suzanne for describing stuff so in tune with my brain.

'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald

I never had to read this in school, and so it was the first "classic literature" book I read of my own accord. The imagery really does hit you and I can still picture moments in the book as well as the ever present billboard looming over it all.

'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time' by Mark Haddon

I still think about the way the inner commentary in this book is laid out and how it felt like the way I thought sometimes and yet sometimes so differently. I have a brother on the spectrum and we talked about it and it really just put some stuff into perspective,both in things it got right (for him) and not. Not to mention just being a great mystery book.

'The Princess Bride' by William Goldman

I think this may be the book I have laughed or smiled the most while reading. It is just so funny and the commentary he gives on this "abridged" version of this "famous novel" is just great. And while the story is similar to the movie they are totally different experiences and both excellent in their respective formats.

'Mudlarking: Lost and Found on the River Thames' by Laura Maiklem

I love London. I love social history. I love the history of everyday people and objects. I love collections. I love little treasures of all kinds. I love bodies of water. And this book manages to mix all of those in a wonderful meander down the Thames, telling the history of Londoners as well as the author along the way. I have also mudlarked myself (before it got as complicated as it is today) and it is truly just wild to reach down on the shore of a river and just find pieces of Victorian pottery or Roman roof tiles or animal bones from the 18th century.

'Calvin and Hobbes' by Bill Watterson

Along with reading the strip every Sunday in the paper, we had the collections of comics in our house growing up and I would POUR over them constantly. I think a lot of my humor and some of my social consciousness even stems from reading Calvin and Hobbes.

'The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales' by Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith

I enjoy stories that take familiar tropes or tales and twists them in clever ways, and I think that was born with this book. I loved it as a child. There was humor and silliness threaded throughout - in the endpapers, in the commentary, written really small and really large and it is just such a fun book to read.

'The Lovely Bones' by Alice Sebold

This was a really intriguing look at the afterlife and what it could be, and what it could mean, and the sense of watching life move on without you. I've read it on 3 different plane rides for some reason because it does really draw you in and I still can picture so many little moments from the novel.

'The Poisoner's Handbook' by Deborah Blum

This was a fascinating look at the exponential growth of forensics in 1920s New York, as well as Prohibition and crime in the city and the lives of working people. I never realized just how much literal poison people were willing to put in their bodies to get drunk (although the alcohol we drink today is also technically poison...) and also how much corruption existed (exists) in New York politics. I like true crime to some degree and this was a great story about poisons but also about the two dudes creating and running the forensic laboratory.

Phew! Honorable mention goes to the Baby-Sitters Club for being my personality for a few years, the Series That Shall Not Be Named that was a huge part of me and my siblings lives growing up, a Danielle Steele novel that I read secretly at 11 where the *imagery* realllllly stuck with me, and Sherlock Holmes, where I couldn't pick a favorite but I just like to imagine that Vincent Starrett poem "Here dwell together still two men of note / Who never lived and so can never die...Here, though the world explode, these two survive / And it is always eighteen ninety-five". Also to The Martian and The Perks of Being a Wallflower for being two books I read in one sitting that I can remember at this moment. Books are awesome!

(I'm not a good tagger because I get self conscious but feel free to do this yourself!! Anyone who wants to!)

[2tiredgal]

Overwatch Shimadacest Au Roleplay (18+ Only!). Looking for someone to play as Genji Shimada!

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My brain has been running wild with AUs of lately since I saw 'Blackwatch Hanzo' fanart. My idea was instead of the fight that ultimately ended Genji's life happening the two are approached by Jesse, an invitation to join Blackwatch is given to them both. This is will happen a few days after the head of the clans spoke to Hanzo about dealing with Genji. In this Hanzo actually deeply cares about his brother and loves him (as a brother and so much more), so of course he takes this invitation without a second thought. Breaking free from the Clan will be the only way for them both to survive. I assume the two are in their early twenties at this point since in game Hanzo is 38 and Genji is 35 and it did say it was the 10th anniversary of Genji's "death" when he finally confronted Hanzo. So, Hanzo will be 28 and Genji 25 in this (or can be younger, whatever is preferred). This will start with Hanzo coming back from said meeting.

Relationship wise for these two I see them being very close and having a strong bond. This was of course looked down upon, but that did not stop the two. Of course when the reached teenhood hormones came to be and so much more. More than brotherly love being felt is realized for both parties. Fear, anxiety, and so much more is felt. Soon in this I do wish for them to confess and speak about it. A headcanon I have for noncanon is the two are soulmates. Their dragons helping along with this as the three had long been together before the two brothers were even born. They'll crave for each other, ache to be close and bond again. Its one of the reasons the two brothers are so close. They always crave to be by each other's side. Whether it be themselves, their dragons, or both.

Fair warning if and when smut comes to be I see Hanzo being a submissive bottom so just letting you know now. Kinks can also be spoken about before we begin. I am really open and comfortable with most besides unsanitary stuff (piss, scat, ect.).

Reference Pics for Hanzo's Uniform and Appearance; https://www.deviantart.com/fire-soldier/art/Blackwatch-Hanzo-Overwatch-662041352

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Since their father's death Hanzo had taken on being the head of their family, their clan. It was very stressful and exhausting, but someone had to do it for things to stay peaceful. All his life he had been trained, raised to be the heir of the clan, but never did he think it would be this draining. It definitely doesn't help that he also has to keep a close eye on his younger brother Genji. Genji was spoiled beyond rotten as a child by their father and lived the 'playboy' lifestyle as it had been mentioned before. He truly wished for one of them to enjoy their lives so he continued to allow Genji to do as he pleased, but made sure he was truly safe when he went out. The meeting of the clan leaders came and went. Hanzo had been given orders to get a hold on his brother and change his ways of life. He didn't wish to do that. He didn't wish for Genji to be miserable.

Time went on and soon he was brought to another meeting with them. Demands of him taking action was given. "Something has to be done! The Shimada image will be damaged permanently if you do not put your brother in his place!" Hearing that had anger boiling within him. He was about to speak when another spoke up, quickly shutting him down. "Genji Shimada needs to be gotten rid of. Whether it is by your hand or someone else's is up to you Hanzo." Red had entered his vision and he could *feel* his dragon roaring with the same rage he felt. No harm would come to their brothers! They would not allow it! Trying to keep his composer was difficult, but he managed. His dark brown eyes piercing those that sat in front of him. "If you dare think to have any harm sent my brother's way I will not hesitate to kill you." He snarled out before turning quickly and leaving without another word. A threat from him would be taken wisely.

When he arrived back at the estate he was beyond furious. Did they truly think he would allow any harm to come to his brother? He would kill any assassins that dared to step foot near Genji! In his state of rage he did not see his brother nor hear anything he said. It wasn't till hands were him, cradling his face so gently is when he snapped out of his rage induced state. Dark eyes met with dark eyes. Worry shining within the pair he stared in. His own hands shakily reached up and rested on top of Genji's, he can't stop himself from leaning into the touch. "I- I apologize Otōto. The meeting did not go well." His voice is soft, barely loud enough for Genji to hear. Hanzo wished to spill everything of what happened to the younger, but how was he suppose to? How were you suppose to tell someone you loved and cared for you were tasked to kill them?

[flowerwrites06]

bow to you VI — jjk

Pairing(s): King!Jungkook x Queen!OC (Name: Belle) x King!Yoongi

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Genre: Royal AU | Marriage AU

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags & Warnings: infidelity, cheating, lots of crying and screaming, marital problems, a lot of mentions of miscarriages and losing children, royal marriage troubles, a crap ton of back and forth fighting,  jungkook is something else dude, ANGST, coarse language, mild violence, sexual content (both explicit and non-explicit)

Authors Note: here you go, another part! sorry for the large gaps between chapters truly but my other duties just demand a lot more time and attention so I need to put this on the sidelines. Hope you like this update! 

Three months passed since Belle left the Kingdom. Spring had never arrived so numb and quiet amongst the peach blossoms. Jungkook spent most of his nights emptying cups of makgeolli until he couldn’t see the other end of the room. He would yell at the servants to shut the windows so those ghastly flowers were away from his sight. The smell of tea angered him. Some servants learned to gain reflexes to ensure they didn’t get injured by a thrown plate or cup.

Mei was full in the belly with his second child. Jungkook had seen her roundness a few weeks ago. His first child; a son born by Lula was a sickly one. He had fevers, needed to kept inside and often suffered from infections that rendered him a crying mess for days on end. Physicians informed him that the child wouldn’t survive the winter. Jungkook needed to seed again if he was to have a spare heir.

Tonight Ichiko entered the room in her bright orange gown. She stood in front of Jungkook as he sat in his velvet chair and bowed. “Your Majesty.”

“I’m feeling a bit tired.” It was a lie. He just didn’t care. “Do you mind leading for me?”

Ichiko smiled in glee, unencumbered by his behaviour. “Of course, your Majesty.”

She looked the most like Belle. With her long, brown hair and pretty eyes. The smile wasn’t the same but Jungkooks’ mind was clouded enough for him to imagine.

Ichiko knelt down with a clink of her anklets and spread his bent legs. Untying his trousers, she wrapped her genteel hand around his member and took him into her warm mouth. She never wasted his time. He liked that.

Jungkook relaxed himself, taking another sip of makgeolli and letting his imaginations run wild. All he could see from his field of vision was a blurry head of brown, bobbing up and down his cock. None of them cared whether he was completely interested. Holding the Kings’ baby in their bellies seemed to be their only goal. Except one person had bigger goals.

The door squeaked open for a figure of green to walk through. Jungkook only saw from the corner of his eye but didn’t move.

“What’s going on?” Lula asked in a tight voice.

Ichiko latched off him and gently wiped her lips. She didn’t look at Lula but Jungkook. “Should I keep going?” Large, pretty eyes blinked as if this was a minor disturbance to their dalliance. In some twisted innocent way, she may have even been mocking Lulas’ so-called importance.

Jungkook sighed. “What do you want, Lula?”

“What—what do I want?” Lula hissed. “Tell her to leave.”

“I don’t remember giving you any kind of permission to tell me what to do.” Jungkook faced Ichiko properly, touching her shimmering chin. “Just rest over there until I’m done.”

Ichiko flushed more with the minor touch. She tied back his pants happily and walked over to the bed, lying down with grace.

Lulas’ eyes were burning and glazed but she didn’t argue any further. “Your child is not taking my milk again.”

Jungkook finished his cup of makgeolli. “Give him that soy substitute then. The physician gave it you specifically.” He waved his hand towards Lula. She looked taut while she obeyed his silent order and refilled his drink. “Is he sick?”

“I don’t know.”

“So why’re you here and not trying to feed him again?” Jungkook peered through his glass.

“I wanted to see you,” Lula spoke simply. As if he had sympathy specially built for her.

“My child is hungry right now and you left him. Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Well—”

Jungkook grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her down so she was resting on her knees. She whimpered and gasped but said nothing to fight back. They all looked like her but none of them acted like her. They were dolls. “You interrupted my night, left my child hungry and tried to tell me what to do. Power reached your head faster than it did mine. That’s not a good sign for you, dear wife. Do you still want to be called that?”

Lula tried to take a breath to say something defiant. Anything that could mimic what she was. But it could never work. None of them were her. “Yes.”

“Go find a way to feed my child.” Jungkook yanked her hand away so she staggered back. “He’s the only reason you’re here. Don’t take him for granted.”

Lula stammered once more. She struggled up to her feet, anger flushing her face when she noticed Ichiko watching the whole display. The orange adorned girl lay proudly where Lula used to be. The favourite. The secret first consort. Whatever those concubines called it in their private politics. With reddened cheeks and fingers shaking with anger, Lula walked out of the room.

Jungkook down the entire cup of makgeolli and threw it on the table. He dropped onto the bed, easing the aching on his back.

Ichiko smiled and caressed his chest. “Can I continue now, your Majesty?” She failed to hide the satisfaction in her voice.

He nodded, seeing her blurred face. “Hmm.”

Ichiko undid his pants again and mounted him without another word. She made pretty noises, gripped his loose hands and placed them on her bare breasts. Jungkook let her do all the work.

When he closed his eyes, the imagination grew stronger. He imagined Belle on top of him instead.

-

Morning arrived with plump peaches served on gold platters, so ripe they could burst from a touch. Golden light painted like rainbows through the mosaic glass and the smell of jasmines suffused the air. This was the beauty of the Garden Kingdom. Her home. It was the place of endless summer and gentle winters. However, summer came with its worries especially when it came to extreme heat that led to fires.

Amber potions were accidentally placed on the edge of the windows in a school and they ended up bursting into flames when the morning sun touched them too long. Thankfully, no one was in the school so there were no serious casualties. So today Belle stood in the small hall discussing new plans to rebuild the lost schools.

She wore a peach dress, mostly translucent and her hair partially tied with a ruby clip. Sweat created a soft sheen on her skin. “The sandstone and glass arrived but we need more builders to create the large spaces otherwise the schools will be overcrowded. In this heat, it’ll only cause sicknesses and less parents might be encouraged to send them.”

Yoongi rested back on the chair. The Mountain King had an uncharacteristically thin black shirt on. It was obvious he wouldn’t resort to his furs in this heat but he seemed like a man dedicated to whatever he wore. Sweat made his dark hair wet, matting it to his temple and forehead. “My men and I could build it.”

“You’ve already done enough.”

“That wasn’t me.” Yoongi chuckled. “I only gave it a little backing.” He gestured his hand. “If we are to be allies, you can let me take care of you too. You don’t have to hold it all on your own.”

Belle smiled. “Thank you.”

The double doors cracked open with the clinking of jewellery and a shrill, familiar voice.

“My earrings don’t match the necklace shade!” Harmony, Belles’ sister cried. She had even curlier hair than she did and her eyes looked like carnelian gems.

“What?”

“And the silk for the ceremony has been ripped.” Harmonys’ curls bounced along with her as she held up a ripped piece of red silk. “Everything’s going to ruin, this wedding is going to be a disaster!” She shrieked.

Yoongi tried his best not to snort too loud, covering his mouth with his fingers.

Belle immediately cupped her cheeks, pressing some of her curls with it. “I will get a seamstress to fix it for you.” She gently wiped the wetness underneath one of her eyes. “You’ll be fine, these things happen in weddings. And believe me, a perfect wedding is probably a bad sign, take it from me.” Nothing went wrong in her wedding with Jungkook at least.

Harmony sniffled. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Belle took the red silk carefully. “Let’s get this fixed.” She looked over at Yoongi.

The Mountain King smirked, keeping a soft gaze on Belle. He’d made a habit of looking at her like that. Belle didn’t think too much of it at first but eventually the flutters in her stomach grew thick like blossoms in spring. She began smiling at him back and sometimes found herself looking at him before he did. It was unspoken yet so loud that she needed to address it somehow. Not now though. Her sister needed her.

“I’ll take care of the construction.” Yoongi spoke in the midst of her trance. He gave her a smile and walked out of the room. Leaving Belle with a yearning pull in her belly.

-

After calming Harmony down and having her rest for a few minutes, Belle walked down to the education district in her main city to watch the school construction. Builders’ skin glistened in the golden sun and grunting suffused the air. People occasionally served them with cold, pomegranate juice to refresh while a group of giggling girls served a large man some ripe mangoes.

Belle walked under her parasol, guards in their ivory armor surrounded her for protection. One could tell the Mountain men from the Garden ones. Their bodies were like gods and beasts, treating even the largest piece of stone like it was a feathery light cloth. She heard stories of the Mountain Kingdom being built by the people together, both highly respected officials and lowly builders. The more she learned of this Kingdom, the more she came to respect it.

In the distance, Yoongi lugged blocks of sandstone on a wagon. Tattoos littered down his arms and scars littered across his torso. He had a smaller build than Jungkook but the muscles were still taut and rough from training his whole life. Sweat made his hair extremely dark like the dead of night, stuck to his temples.

Belle gripped onto her parasol, trying her best not to stare too much. “Prepare some cold tea, please.” She gently instructed one of the servers and they obliged at lightning speed.

A mat, floor table, assortment of fruit slices and cold chrysanthemum tea was prepared a few feet away from the construction site. Two men set up a canopy with curtains so she could be protected from the dust. Though Belle wanted a clearer view of the work, she didn’t protest either.

The chrysanthemum tea was sweet and refreshing on her tongue and the fruit was a taste she still missed dearly after living in the Silk Kingdom. Their fruits were nice but nothing beat the Garden Kingdoms’ produce and flora. Belle took every day for the past few months to appreciate what was lost in the seven years of her marriage to Jungkook.

Yoongi then walked through the curtains, absentmindedly dabbing the sweat off his face. “Your kingdoms’ heat never stops being brutal,” he breathed out.

“We make up for it with good tea and fruits.” Belles’ eyes flickered down to the shirt in his hand, wiping off the sweat on his toned abdomen.

The Mountain King sat on the other side of the floor table as a serving girl hurriedly served his cup of cold chrysanthemum tea. He immediately downed the first cup, making her refill it in the span of seconds. “I saw that, you know.”

“Hm?” Belle felt her heart jump to her throat.

Yoongi smirked, leaning forward on the table. “I can see when your eyes start to wander.”

“Would that mean you were staring too?” She took a delicate sip of her tea. Excitement thrummed through her belly as the Mountain King laughed.

“I suppose I’m also a culprit.” Yoongi took a bite of a mango slice. “You can’t blame me though. You’re difficult to ignore in Garden Kingdom attire.” Black eyes took no shame in taking every inch of her form now; a quiet revenge for Belle drinking in his.

Garden Kingdom wore extremely thin, translucent layers that barely covered most parts of the body. Even the royal family. Only in weddings and high-tiered ceremonies did anyone wear their best clothing but for a regular day, they preferred the freedom of movement with feather light fabric.

“It’s not proper to be so blatant with the Queen, Your Majesty.” Belle smiled.

The Mountain Kings’ face lit up. No one would ever see a look of such euphoria on a man’s face when challenged. “I’ll take my chances.”

-

“Many of the people were willingly took his side,” Namjoon uttered news of the day in the small council room. “There hasn’t been major casualties other than a few injured. Ten soldiers died in the battle but King Taehyung seems to be taking over the villages in a non-violent way.”

Jungkook didn’t know how long Namjoon had been speaking but he was only listening to bits of it. Taehyung began to make moves towards his Kingdom, only a month after news spread about his separation with the Garden Kingdom.

“The people are also travelling to the Garden and Mountain Kingdom as refugees.”

His attention soon arrived. “So they’re all working together now?”

“Not necessarily. Most of the people in the Silk Kingdom switched their allegiance to Queen Belle.” Namjoons’ eyes flickered to each side nervously. “A lot of them weren’t highly approving of your behaviour in the summit.”

Lula tried to hold his hand for comfort before Jungkook discovered his rising anger. He didn’t realize that she was sitting next to him. Lulas’ comfort wasn’t something that tugged at his heartstrings. Not when their son was still sick.

Pulling his hand away, Jungkook raised his chin at Namjoon. “Ready the men. We’re going to ride out to Taehyungs’ base.”

-

It’d been a long time since Jungkook rode out to the borders of his kingdom. Alcohol still lingered in his veins from the cups of makgeolli in the morning but his strength in riding never subsided. His bannermen rode with him to the sea of honey-tinted tents scattered around the villages that used to belong to him. Now they were tainted by the coward King.

Unmounting his horse, Jungkook made his way to the largest tent, heavily guarded. They were ready to sheathe their swords to stop him.

“Taehyung!” Jungkooks’ voice boomed.

Taehyungs’ hum sounded from the other side. “Let him through!” There was far too much excitement in his voice for Jungkook to calm his fury.

Roughly pushing the curtains aside, he was met with a King with beautiful white robes and golden jewelry. As if he wasn’t on a war ground but visiting a pleasure garden. “My! It’s so nice to see you again, your Majesty!” Taehyung held his arms out, a cup of wine in his left hand. “I heard about what the Queen did. How sad.” He failed not to look too proud of himself.

“I understand you have a problem with me but this is getting silly,” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth. “Call off your men.”

Taehyung chuckled, placing his wine cup back onto the table. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. See, I’ve discovered that your people are in need of a different King after your little issue.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes…I mean, how many of your people travelled to the inner villages?” He waved his fingers and Jungkook had the greatest need to cut them off. “I’ve barely touched anyone here, they all either leave or come with me.”

“You came with bannermen. Of course they were going to try to do whatever possible to save themselves.”

Taehyung only laughed louder. Jungkook came to a conclusion that he was no less drunk than he was. “Come on, Jungkook. Even you know that’s stretching it a bit.” He leaned forward on his polished wood table. “While you were dancing around with your new lady friends, you seemed to have underestimated how much security and loyalty your wife mustered for you.”

Jungkooks’ brows furrowed. “And you’d know that more than I do?”

“I’m not the one losing people.” The drunkenness in his voice disappeared soon. Confidence of the same King that carried the hearts of people returned to tower over Jungkook and his vulnerabilities.

“Call off your men now and I’ll go easy on your pretty little face.” Jungkook unsheathed his sword.

By one call from Taehyung, the curtains were drawn and the metallic tip of the guards sung near his ears.

“I wouldn’t make too many threats here if I were you, Your Majesty.” Taehyung put his hands behind his back, walking closer to Jungkooks’ figure. “The sun is going down on you soon. Too bad, you couldn’t get over your pride.” The pretty King took advantage of tapping the bottom of Jungkooks’ chin, mocking him of his frozen stance. “You’ve lost your wife and now you’ve lost your kingdom. I’d almost feel sad for you if you hadn’t humiliated me.”

“Assassinating me isn’t going to solve anything,” Jungkook said. He tried shifting on his feet but each side of him was a sharp blade, ready to cut him down if he moved too fast.

“That’s why I’m not going to assassinate you.” Taehyung smiled, not a glimmer or shine in his eyes. “I’m going to humiliate you. And you’re going to live a long life remembering it.”

-

Harmonys’ wedding was an event filled with flowers of spring decorating every corner of the palace and kingdom; petals of all colours fell onto the pools as she was escorted to the private bed chambers for wedding conjugation. Belle filled her belly with honey cakes, peach tarts, chicken drowning in red chilis and peach tea.

Her two other sisters were ten cups into their makgeolli and singing old songs from their childhood as their bodyguards tried to keep a close, worried eye on them.

Belly full and warm, Belle looked around the fray of chatting and flushed people. All of them drunken in their excitement. Except one face was nowhere to be found. The one face she really wanted to see right now. She waved for one of the Mountain men to come towards her. The large, bearded male bent down to listen. “Where’s King Yoongi?”

“He’s gone to work a bit at the construction site,” he answered plainly. “Doesn’t like parties for too long.”

Belle nodded and smiled in thanks.

After a small announcement to her sisters’ bodyguards, she asked two men to escort her towards the construction site. The moon had been high and round in the black sky. When the days were hot, the nights were a gentle cold to which Belle wore a thin robe to cover her translucent, honey dress.

She heard stone lugging and metal grating from the construction site. A thin sound compared to the bustling night marketplace, open all night for the wedding celebrations. “Please wait here.” Belle had her eyes on the resting tent.

A yellow glow beamed amongst dark blue, one silhouette slowly passing through before sitting down. Belle desperately tried not to run too fast despite the pounding of her heart. Past the scatter of stones and soil, she gently pushed the curtain and entered the tent.

Yoongi swallowed down the cold gulp of water when he noticed her. “Your Majesty…” His voice was rasped from heavy breathing and his hands were flushed from working.

“You’ve been working hard.” Belle tried to keep her knees still.

“I did promise to get this finished.” Yoongi leaned his elbows on his knees, black hair covering most of his glinting eyes. “And I like building things.” He gave her that look again. “What about you? Out here so late at night?”

“I can visit places in my own kingdom.” Belle rested back against the edge of the table.

“Of course.” Yoongi got up to his feet. “You’ve shown a more Queenly side of you. I was bit worried by the tone of your letters.”

She scoffed. “I think you forget my kingdom sent yours running when I was seventeen.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?” Yoongi padded closer and stood toe to toe with her.

“Did it hurt your feelings?” Belle had to grip onto the edge to keep her legs calm. She’d forgotten what it felt like to be this melted and excited over someones’ presence.

“I feel a little wounded.” Yoongi touched his bare chest, his voice so low that it was mostly rasps. “Will you make me feel better?” He lowered his head. Noses barely brushed.

She grinned. “Only if you ask nicely.”

“Now that’s a challenge.” Yoongi chuckled that Belle couldn’t help but share. The Mountain Kings’ expression had softened then—a strange gaze that she hadn’t seen before. “It’s good you’re smiling.” Glinting black orbs pierced through her very core, bringing out a vulnerability that Belle hadn’t faced in months. “That old kingdom took your shine away.”

Swallowing down thickly, she took a moment of bravery to touch his collarbone. “It’s thanks to you.”

Yoongi clicked his teeth. “It’s not thanks to me, I already—”

Belles’ mind couldn’t catch up with her actions. She closed their distance and kissed him. Not quite gentle but still full of passion that her heart hadn’t expressed in so long. Yoongis’ warm hands cupped her cheeks, pressing her body flush against the table until she was made to sit on it.

Breathless and flushed as they broke away, Yoongi kissed her cheek tenderly. “Being thanked isn’t so bad.”

Belle playfully slapped his chest. “That’s not what it was for.”

Yoongi groaned under his breath, smirk tugged softly on his lips. He lifted her and laid her down on resting mat, scattered with silver embroidered cushions. The oil lamp flickered in and out of darkness.

Clothing peeled off their sweating skin, flesh suckled and bitten to purple, nails dug into the pillow while the groaning and whimpering of pleasure blended into the loud cheering from the night market. Belle watched the flickering oil lamp in the blur of her bliss. Yoongis’ hot kisses trailed down the slope of her love-bitten neck, movements rough yet his each touch desperately tender. He wanted to prolong their time. Belle reassured him that they had all the time in the world with another passionate kiss. She was free now. She would happily be his.

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[megsironthrone]

On Wings of Dragons

Based on this request: Hi. :) I was wondering if you could write with Viserys? Inspiration from the drabble you wrote for me earlier. Perhaps where they still have the dragons and finally have conquered the 7 kingdoms? :D from @xwennie

Here you are, lovely! I decided to take the drabble I wrote you, use it for the first part, and then expand on it! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Warnings: AU-ish. Angst, blood, violence, death. Dragons. Fluff-ish

Pairings/Characters: Viserys Targaryen x fem!reader. mentions of Joffrey and Cersei.

Viserys gaped at you in disbelief. This was not what he'd been expecting to come back to after storming out during a disagreement. He'd expected you to be asleep or crying or something. But that was absolutely not what he returned to. You were still sitting in front of the fire where he left you. Only this time, you weren't alone.

"What are those?!" he snapped, gaining your attention once more. You looked up at him with surprise in your eyes. "Dragons," you whispered, "They were real. The eggs weren't decorations at all. They were real eggs." Viserys couldn't believe it. He was the dragon! Targaryen by blood! How was it that you had been able to hatch dragon eggs and he hadn't?!

Something in Viserys' gaze must have told you what he was thinking because you got up, cradling one of the two dragons to your chest and walked over to him. "They are ours, Viserys. Yours and mine. And with them, nothing will stop you from winning the Iron Throne."

You handed over the tiny dragon before stooping to pick up the other one. Viserys held the creature in his hands, letting his violet eyes meet those of the dragon. It almost looked like it was smiling at him. Viserys chuckled softly to himself. It seemed like he wouldn't need Drogo's army after all. All he needed were his dragons and you.

*time skip*

Viserys felt the wind whipping through his platinum hair as he rode his dragon across the sea. He glanced over to see you on the second one. You grinned at him. The two dragons had grown quickly, but Viserys had raised them with help from you. They were obedient only to the two of you. Anyone else made them wild and untamed. And nothing made them happier than the daily training in flying. Now, though, it was different.

Now, you were flying across Westeros, toward King's Landing. It had been you that had pointed out Daenerys pulling away from him. You were the one who warned him of her possible betrayal. That had been the catalyst for Viserys' decision to gather whatever belongs the dragons could carry and fly to the nearest seaside city. There, Viserys had purchased a small fleet of ships. They had sailed underneath the flying dragons. One more step toward the Iron Throne even if the journey hadn't quite gone the way he'd planned.

After arriving in Westeros, the rest seemed simple enough. Take over Storm's End and what remained of Stannis Baratheon's army. Then, head for King's Landing, gathering more soldiers along the way. By the time Viserys was ready to take on Joffrey, there was no stopping him. With his newly acquired army, your support, and his dragons, there was no way Viserys could lose.

"Give Joffrey a chance to surrender, my love," you told him softly as you landed the dragons just outside the gates of the city. You couldn't destroy the city. Then who would you rule? You were the voice of reason for Viserys. You were the reason he knew he wouldn't go mad like his father. Viserys didn't reply, but you knew he'd heard you.

As expected, you were greeted by the Gold Cloaks, all of them ready to run you through on Joffrey's orders. Viserys didn't pay them any mind. He had the upper hand and he knew it. "I have come to offer you the chance to surrender. You will relinquish the Iron Throne to me, as is my right. Do that, and there will be no need for bloodshed." His voice was deceptively sweet, but you knew better. That was the voice he used when he was fighting to keep his inner dragon under control.

Joffrey stared at him for a moment before scoffing. "And why should I do that?! You have come here with a stolen army I'm certain would gladly fight for me for the right price." You placed a hand on the back of Viserys' arm. No one else could see it, but Viserys recognized your support.

"I have two dragons circling the city from above. I could destroy you and the city in a storm of dragon fire and blood and bone, if I so choose. For the sake of honor, I chose to offer you this chance. I suggest you take it." Joffrey looked ready to soil himself at Viserys' threat. He knew Viserys wasn't bluffing. The question was, would he surrender or would the child king doom himself and the people of Westeros to death and destruction?

Joffrey rose from the throne, gaze shifting between you and Viserys and the people in the throne room. Everyone waited with bated breath to hear what he would say. He opened his mouth to speak, but a thunderous roar was heard overhead. Joffrey practically jumped as he realized that Viserys wasn't kidding. He had dragons and was not afraid to use them. It was only because of you that he hadn't already.

You watched as Joffrey thought about what to do. "I should have my Gold Cloaks remove your head from your shoulders." Viserys chuckled. "Try it, boy." Joffrey nodded his head and you heard the sound of swords unsheathing. Viserys didn't even flinch. In a bored tone, he simply replied, "Sweetest?"

You could feel your lips spread into smile that was almost feral. Without warning, you launched into an assault. The Gold Cloaks were so caught off guard that they didn't know what to do. You managed to take out three before one landed a hit on you. You kept going. You told Viserys that it would be a bad idea to destroy the city. You never said anything about killing a few of the Kingsguard that dared threaten your husband.

You fought until Joffrey screamed at the Gold Cloaks to cease. You were back at Viserys' side in an instant. Joffrey and the remaining guards stared at you in disbelief. "What? You truly didn't think he married me just for my pretty face, did you?" you asked with a laugh, "No. In Viserys Targaryen's army, the only things more deadly than I are the dragons."

"Now that you've seen a demonstration of the power I possess, what is your choice?" Joffrey looked even more pale than usual, all sense of bravado gone. He reached up and removed the crown from his head. He tossed it to the ground in defeat. Cersei cried in frustration as Viserys took a step forward to grab the crown.

"Behold! The Dragon of House Targaryen and the new ruler of the Seven Kingdoms!" he declared. You gave him a curtsey, prompting everyone else in the room to do the same. The smirk Viserys wore was one of pride and you couldn't deny it thrilled you to your core.

"Now, leave me and your new queen! But first, take these two to the dungeons!" Guards wasted no time in grabbing Cersei and Joffrey and escorting them out. Once the throne room was cleared out, you turned to Viserys. He eyed you up and down, admiring how looked splattered in the blood of his enemies. "You did it, my love!" you exclaimed. Viserys grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him. "Yes. I did. We're back where we belong and I will fight tooth and nail to keep it with our dragons. There will be a Targaryen on the Iron Throne for eternity." He then claimed your lips in a searing kiss, only parting when another roar came from overhead.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[yostresswritinggirl]

Abandoned By The Altar

Part 1; When you were young.

A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc's bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young.

Pairings -> Diluc x Reader (Currently both young)

Word Count -> 3611

Themes -> Initial Fluff, don't be fooled by the title and summary, not yet at least lol-

Series -> #Bonafide Specials (100 followers event) Part 2

Warnings -> None, tooth-rotting adorkable fluff, this is part 1

The redness of his hair poked out like the moon in a blanketed, dark sky at the dead hours of the sky. His glaring flame of a hair starking in contrast against the sea of cecilias.

There were three knocks to the Winery that day and his father, renowned businessman, had greeted a new set of faces to their humble abode.

Diluc was but a mere child who had lived for eight years and he had exercised his mind to remember the people that had come and go. They were always regal in aura, high in stature, brimming with promises of riches. This occasion had the same weight, but with a lesser intensity with the politeness the merchant family carried.

As usual, business matter were talked about by the adults and Diluc, the young had no means to pry.

So when he finally stared at you, he was pleasantly surprised. Visitors were usually taller, more mature, and came there to talk about adult stuff... never had he met a child the same as he come with those that come talk about finances.

You slightly flinched back when your stares connected, from what he did not know why, but you carry the same shock and intrigue he felt. "H-Hello there!" Crepus ghosted a look at the two children with a wistful and amused look, softening at the sight. His sole child had always been demure and the distance from Mondstadt had kept him away from opportunities of friendship, so when your parents revealed you as their tag-along to their business proposal, he thought it was too good a coincidence to pass. He, however, didn't expect Diluc to be the first to talk.

"Hi, hi!" You bounded up to him as if barreling, your initial nerves dominated by childlike wonder as your eyes darted over him, so fast even that he doesn't know where they had already gone. "Your- your hair, eyes! So pretty!" You placed your hands on his shoulders enthusiastically, missing a distant horrified gasp and a slight shush. "Like, like... fire tornadoes!"

"Fire tornadoes...?" Diluc asked warily and you vigorously explained how the wildness of his hair carried the chaos of tornadoes that had caught a raging flame in its razor winds.

You had always been an eccentric child, your mother reasoned with the older Ragnvindr but earned a hearty chuckle. No harm done, he assured as he can't seem to take his eyes off the two of you, even tho his business was right in front of him.

After proper introductions between the two children, and a promise of a longer talk, your supposed quick visit somehow made its way to dinner.

The many servants of the Winery had caught wind of the sudden changes in the itinerary and they were quick to adapt on the preparations of dinner. In the backdoors of kitchens and maid halls there were surprising chatter that accompanied them as they work. "Young Master Diluc and the merchant's little girl seems to be getting along quite well," the nanny and the other maids started the gossip with fervor at the intriguing news. "It's greatly the reason why Master Crepus had entertained them this long, the gardener caught wind of how amused he is just watching the two interact." When the banquet table was completed before the diners had arrived, a lot of the servants hid behind the cracks of the doors to watch the spectacle for themselves, to guarantee if the rumor that spread like wildfire was true and not some hallucination.

There was a quiet series of gasps and 'aw's when the main door opened to reveal the owners of the house and its current honored guests. The towering adults parted to display you clutching to Diluc's sleeve as he guided you to extra long table, a display that you seem to not be used to based on their observations as you felt lost on which large seat to take.

And the young master thought of this as the perfect opportunity to show off the things he had learned in his sessions of proper etiquette. Locating the nearest seat, Diluc pulled the chair out and gestured you to take a seat before gently pushing it back under the table. Satisfied with the distance, he made his way opposite of you as a sign of respect for his guest.

Crepus, your mother and father watched in amusement... as you two took your seats at the other end of the table farthest from them. But they paid no mind to call you two over when they saw how engrossed you are over your own conversation.

The chatter that night was boisterous and lively on all parties, for besides business and wine, all had talked with the atmosphere of good friends.

And dinner turned into a promise of a sleepover, how generous of the Ragnvindr family. The master of the house simply reasoned that Mondstadt was still a distance from the Winery, and it was too dangerous to travel at this time of night. But the servants knew more than they had let on, for they too felt the somberness in the eyes of Diluc when your parents announced your need to departure.

At this point, this whole visit was now held up by the fact that it was their young master's opportune time for a play date.

The whole day you two had been inseparable. Either being connected physically or just naturally stuck to each other's side through and through. Despite his innate nature to be a recluse or lack of communication among his age group, Diluc find himself not at all minding the way you stuck close to him like this.

When everyone else had departed, you and Diluc were still wide awake in the parlor in front of the blazing fireplace, your hands buried in his wild hair as you talked about your travels before coming to Mond. The young man hums as replies with his eyes closed, concentrated on the way you weave your hands through his fiery locks as you made tiny braids here and there.

Once Crepus had finished tonight's negotiation and seek out his own child (of which was missing from his room) he happened upon the two of you coddled up between a fort of pillows and blankets. The fireplace long been extinguished as the children slumbered.

You were noble not by blood, but by high commerce. Your parents had been travelling all over the continent to procure business opportunities and partnerships, and their duo of both financial prowess and economic behavior mastery had earned them a place in high society and funding. Noble merchants who had found themselves in the city of freedom with their sole child in tow.

The true goal was to establish at least one commerce ports and business services in EVERY nation in Teyvat, and that requires a lot of scouting and connections to do so.

Because of the constant move, you had seen A LOT and met quite a thousand of people in every walks of life. At your young age you barely remember them all truly but the loneliness within you was not something that can easily be quenched, as travelling meant leaving everyone behind for an indefinite time.

Diluc was a one of a kind boy, most probably because you had yet to step foot in the land of the Pyro Archon, but his red hair intrigued you to wit's end. It was reminiscent of a campfire that protects you from the cold of the night, the last hues of sunset in the horizon over the cliffs of your expedition, the sweet taste of fresh strawberries hand picked from the Inazuman plantations.

So at the news of settling down for a few years in Mondstadt reached your ears, unadulterated tears of pure happiness flowed out of your eyes so shockingly that you didn't even notice them immediately.

Not until you felt small hands cup your cheeks, its thumbs fervently swiping at the wetness. Your wide eyes met Diluc's worried ones and he asked if you're alright with a gentleness you've never heard from him. You grinned, "We can play again tomorrow, Diluc!"

And the three adults in the distance sighed in great relief as your mood lifted.

You cupped back Diluc's cheeks to reciprocate and gasped in overdramatic wonder at how soft and squishy they were, squealing, and then tackling him back into the soft beds of Cecilias.

"They've really become quite close ever since we touched Mondstadt," Crepus smiled behind his cup of tea and reveling himself with the warmth it brought to his throat.

"Honestly, our daughter needs to learn manners after him. She's always been so rowdy, I was scared the young master would have run away from her brashness," your mother quipped in before picking up her own cup to savor.

Crepus shared a glance with your father as they both found their gaze back to the both of you. "Practically inseparable," they hum, "I'd say we might as well seal them together to make sure our bloodlines prosper."

Your mother choked. "Are you implying- Diluc and (Y/N)?!" At the mention of your names, you and your companion turned your heads to the adults. "An arranged marriage? At such an early age too!"

"What's an arranged marriage?" The children spat out at the same time, informing the older people of the audience they had brought upon themselves. Crepus smiles warmly at the sight of your tiny arms wrapped around Diluc's shoulder as the redhead holds a Cecilia in place by your ear.

"It's a serious promise," the Ragnvindr started, "it makes sure that both of the people stays together forever their whole lives. After a grand ceremony." Diluc knew when his father talked about serious business and that's when he usually pays attention to his words, even if majority of the time it's something he barely understands.

But the thought of being able to be with each other together forever, the young boy slowly turned his head to face you, which urged you to look at him too. There was the same color of his hair splattered at his cheeks, but his gaze on you was wide and wondrous, as if asking a silent question, "I would love to be with Diluc forever! How about you, Diluc? Do you, do you?"

"I-I do! Yes!" The young redhead tried to match your enthusiasm as the older men chuckled, your mother silently dying at the predicament.

"Then that settles it!" Crepus mused, "Even tho I didn't expect my son to be the one getting proposed on."

April 29th, the day before Diluc's 9th birthday, the first birthday of his that you would be in attendance.

The servants of the house had been busy preparing for the grand event for days now, and tasks were more than piled up on the day before the true date. Hence why you'd find yourself playing with Diluc outside of the mansion without adult supervision. Your parents had helped in organizing the party with Diluc's father, as it also doubles as an opportunistic moment of meeting nobles and honorable businessmen all over Teyvat.

"Are you excited for tomorrow, Dilu? Just imagine the towering cake, so many food, and toys!" You two were passing by the grapevines of the winery, fascinated by the shining grapes under the direct gaze of the sun.

"Mmm, there would be a lot of people tho, lots of talking and talking," you plucked a healthy looking grape from the vine before you finally looked at your companion, finding a cute little pout between his smooth and chubby cheeks. "You know I'm not good around many people."

You cooed at the confession, indulging momentarily by patting his cheek (Diluc raised an eyebrow at your weird obsession over them) before patting his shoulder, "Well, well, as your fi- financee?" Fiancée, he corrected. "Yeah that! I'll be right by your side, if you need help, I'll be right there!"

When you saw him relax under your enthusiastic grin, you patted yourself on the back before expertly throwing the lone grape into your mouth. And crunched.

"Well, I guess you're much better with people- are you okay?"

The sourness. The undeniably waxy peel. Your teeth colliding with the core seed. Diluc watched your face contort from surprise to disgust to pure horror as you frantically whip your head from side to side in search of something, yet finding nothing you slightly bow your head.

"(Y/N), hey, what's wrong-" he reached his hand out and under to cup your jaw and raise your face to meet his, but in a manner of time seemingly slowing down, these events happened: you opened your mouth to discard the disgusting grape to the ground when in some funny coincidence, Diluc's open hand reached out under your chin, the wet and slimey prune of a grape plopping on his palm spot-on with a sound of disgust escaping you.

When you'd open your eyes, you gasped at the sight before you. Whipping your head up, you've seen the most horrified look Diluc had ever worn as he stared straight at his hand, barely moving and breathing.

When one of the maids finally caught sight of the two children, she'd found you crying in distress as you wailed 'I broke Diluc, I broke him!' while the boy himself stood and looked just the same as you'd seen him last, still staring at the disgusting grape in his hand.

The festivities started the next day with you not by his side.

Guests were already swarming in given that the night has started its period. Crepus made sure that all of the preparations are in accordance with the party, yet he knew just how distressed and frantic his son has been acting, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

He kneels in front of Diluc, finally getting his frenzied stares to settle on him. He offers a reassuring smile. "Are you looking for her?" Diluc was bashful in being caught but nodded regardless, earning a chuckle and a hand ruffling his hair. "Don't worry, she will come."

"But what if she doesn't?" His stubborn nerves replied still with uncertainty.

"You two promised to be together, no grape can easily break that," at the mention of the incident, his son gagged and whined at the reminder, causing another robust chuckle form in his throat. When Crepus has heard of the 'incident' that transpired yesterday, he had to stop himself from wheezing to comfort his own son.

At the better reminder Diluc found himself smiling again brought upon his faith on you and Crepus sighed in relief. That was when they heard a familiar voice shout from the distance.

Your little form broke through the crowd that had obscured your form, dressed up in a simple red chiffon dress and a massive white bow that holds as a belt. Crepus stepped to the side so you could approach the birthday boy yourself, presenting the red box in your hand with a trembling grip, you stood with nerve-wracking composure they've never seen you don before. "H-Happy birthday, Diluc! I uhm I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday, I really am! So I- so I bought you some gloves, so you'll never have to worry about your hands next time."

Crepus quirked an amused eyebrow at the 'next time' as he watches his son take upon the gift and opening it immediately, inside was a simple pair of white gloves with gold lines across its back and a pop button to keep it in place. When he fitted it, it was just the right size and fit his normal attire perfectly.

You watched him warily when you finally met eyes, opening your mouth to ask if he had liked it— when you were suddenly met by a hug, his fluffed up hair almost covering half of your hair. "Thank you, I like it. But you're late..." you laughed in relief as you squeezed him so tight, saying you were sorry with a giggle.

Diluc's father then watched on with a smile as the two of you held hands, disappearing in the sea of guests to mingle and admire the decorations they had put on for his birthday. At least, this time, he didn't have to worry that his son felt alone.

Your reckless imprudence and its adverse karma took a lot longer to manifest than anyone had expected. But it came with a paradoxical event both good and evil when you and Diluc were aged 10.

It was a rare occasion that it was Diluc who was visiting you (instead of the other way around) in Mondstadt's walled city. His father had the tavern to tend to that day and had entrusted Diluc's presence to you, the one who had been roaming the city for about two years now.

In your excitement and his cluelessness, you dragged your friend around the city for an impromptu tour guide. The cathedral, the statue, the HQ of Ordo Favonius; you exhausted him all the way as you somehow managed to find your way past the bridge and into the lush greenery of the outside of the walled city. He needed a breather, and you found the fresh air and quiet to be just the perfect spot.

The sound of rushing water in the distance helped as white noise for your relaxation, as you both stared up in the clear sky together, occasionally pointing at objectified clouds. At some point, Diluc had closed his eyes when the faint breeze urged him to rest more and he gave in just as easily.

The sound of your light musings grounded him just the same, together with the flowing stream and the distant pitter patter against the grass... pitter patter?

"DILUC, WATCH OUT-!" A force came bouldering against his side as he cried out in pain and shock, barreling against the grassland as he unceremoniously tumbles with the perpetrator. He snapped his eyes wide open and sat up quickly to look at what had come to your area—

And you laid there next to him, remnants of frost littering your clothes and climbing up your skin. As Diluc gathered you up in his arms, he felt the sting of the cold as he pulled your trembling form against his chest. At his peripheral he distinguished a few cryo slimes a few feet away, where he sees the dent on the grass he once laid on just moments prior.

"(Y/N)- (Y/N)! No, nonono stay with me, you're okay, please tell me you are," his body wracked in suppressed sobs as you desperately clung to his warmth. Your eyes were squeezed shut in pain as your teeth clatter and whimper from frostbite. He squeezed and pulled you closer up to his chest, desperately hoping the ice would melt before it engulfed you whole.

His gloved hands gripped at your back when he locked eyes with the slimes, watching them slowly advance to the both of you and he watched helplessly without any weapon at his arsenal to protect you two.

For the first time in his life, Diluc felt utterly useless and helpless at the face of looming death. And he prayed with eyes shut, to any Gods that spared him an ear, to give them divine intervention to help you two. To pray that there was something he can do, to pray that if only he was stronger—

And his world turned red around him.

Frost melted.

Grass charred.

Slimes dissipated.

In front of him a Vision was born.

...

A year and a half after that ordeal, you find yourself in the dimly lit hallways of Dawn Winery.

Diluc had expressed his intention to join the Knights of Favonius a day after he received his Vision, with a resolve you've never seen him wear before. He looked at you with longing yet courage of another promise, when you came to the same day. Ever since then, your visits became scarce and your play time had lessened, as you were left to watch him train in every hour of his day with either his father or one of the adept guards of the Winery.

You've never thought you'd wish to be able to wield a sword greatly to par that of a knight, if only to be trusted enough to wield the weapon against him in the guise of training. Ever since that incident everyone had treated you with utmost care and gentleness, even your dearest friend who had always gone along with your reckless spurs of action.

Today you were hoping to catch him on a day off from his sessions but it seems awfully quiet this time around and you were left to ponder with your thoughts as no one came to aid you with answers. You would press your ear against the numerous doors, linger to hear anyone, and then moved on to another if you come out empty-handed.

You were on your way to the last door of the hallway when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You whipped your head in the thought that you had found your person of interest—

"What are you doing here?" But instead of the fiery red you were seeking for, you met a cold blue gaze that carried hidden hostility and confusion. You blinked at him as he did at you, an agonizing second passing with silence, and he opens his mouth once more to ask.

"I like your eyepatch!"

Somehow, you seem to have a knack on making people stutter on your first meetings.

Kaeya was no exception.

I didn't expect this to end with a cliffhanger holy shit, I loved writing this so much but I got caught up with so many other works and— it just became too long to continue...

Part 2 tomorrow midnight once again!

@creation-magician @boxofteenageideas @your-local-venti-simp @indigodreamtime47

[wutheringmights]

I just read the newest chapter and I loved it! ♥ ♥ ♥ I was wondering if you had some hcs about the engineer that you could share?

Awww I'm glad you like it! I just spent 5 minutes trying to figure out what "HCS" meant before realizing I'm a tired idiot who can't read lol

But yeah! I got some headcanons for the engineer/Spirits I can share!

These headcanons are a mix of things I generally believe for any iteration of the Hero of Spirits and a few things exclusive to CTB. It's pretty obvious which are which.

Technically this is slight spoilers since most of this is not mentioned in-story, but Warriors is a such a self-centered asshole that I'm not sure when I can get him to explicitly ask about Spirit's backstory lol

This got super long and kind of just became me talking about Spirits's entire backstory, so enjoy:

Spirits is sixteen during the course of Spirit Tracks, mostly because that was the vibe I got from him when I first played the game (I made him younger for CTB)

He's not descendant from Wind (who I maintain disappeared instead of settling in New Hyrule); instead, he's Aryll's great grandson

His family name used to be Outset, but when everyone who originally immigrated from Outset island took on that last name, they changed it to Aryll to reflect the family matriarch

So Spirit's full name is Link Aryll, though there is a branch of his family that uses Macaryll instead

The Aryll/Macaryll family is huge; everyone has at least six aunts and uncles on all sides of the family and they can trace back how they are related to Aryll

"I'm Grandma Aryl's third son's second daughter's fifth child." -someone Spirits is related to, probably

He actually never met his great grandmother; she died before he was born.

Spirit's dad was full-blooded Lokomo while his mother was Hylian; his mother passed a few months after he was born after never truly recovering from childbirth while his father died in a fishing accident when he was eight

He went to live with an aunt and uncle who owned a general store; their relationship was polite at best. The aunt and uncle told Spirits upfront that they intended to give the store over to his cousin when he was older so Spirits needed to come up with his own life plan

Spirits didn't necessarily mind since he never wanted to work in a store for the rest of his life, but the ultimatum made it clear that they didn't care for him like a son

To this day, their relationship isn't strained and he doesn't hate them. But whenever they meet, he's overly polite; they're more acquaintances than family

He's cool with his cousin though. They have different interests so they aren't best friends, but they're okay.

Spirits also always had his spirit-sensing abilities. It's really like a sixth sense to him, as normal and automatic as seeing and hearing; he actually didn't realize this wasn't normal until he was a little older

His abilities at this point are limited to sensing vague ideas of a person's spirit (if they're light or dark, etc.), and seeing ghosts (which are really rare. You have to have a lot of power yourself to become one)

(Note: I'm not the only one who headcanons Spirits as having spirit sensing abilities; if you know who can up with the idea, please let me know so that I can tag/credit them!)

The elder of his village told him that select Lokomo had minor spirit sensing abilities, and those who did were traditionally made elders of their villages; being more of a follower than a leader, Spirits adamantly dismissed that idea and refused to be trained on how to hone his spirit senses. He also never learned any of the religion behind it

Which was a little worrisome since his abilities are way stronger than most

Besides, he's always liked trains and it's been his dream to travel around the kingdom as an engineer; being some town's elder would get in the way of that

Anyway, Spirits had to pass a written exam before being accepted as an apprentice engineer, so he's very studious and has a lot of drive (pun unintended?)

He went to live with his Uncle Niko during his apprenticeship in another town; Niko isn't related to him, but he's been a friend of the family for so long that everyone secretly thinks he's actually related to someone and they just forgot who

Niko is his real family, hands down. Those two are as thick as thieves and bring out the wild side in each other

A preteen Spirits used to think Niko was a little lame and kind of embarrassing, but now that he's older, he's all for Niko's weird old man-ness and has even picked up on some of his weird old man-ness himself

That being said, they're both disasters. Neither can clean or cook or do any kind of housekeeping and their shared house is cluttered with Niko's art projects and Spirit's half-finished tinkering

Growing up, Spirits had no idea he was related to the legendary Hero of Wind; Aryll died before he was born, but even in life she was filled with too much grief over her missing brother to discuss it often. Within the family, being related to the Hero of Wind is a rumor at best.

Of course, Niko knows but keeps it a secret from Spirits; once he got back from his LU-adventure, Wind told Niko about the curse of the Hero's Spirit. Then he went missing post-New Hyrule's founding, which really drove the terror of the curse home. Niko thought he could keep Wind's family from falling victim to it by not inadvertently encouraging them to follow in Wind's footsteps

So Niko kept it a secret

And obviously, that didn't work

Spirits' quest to save New Hyrule resulted in him realizing that he needed to embrace his Lokomo heritage and get a handle on his spirit powers; Anjean gave him a little training during his quest but afterwards he traveled around the kingdom to find as many people as he could with abilities like his

They were all really excited to teach him what they knew, especially the religious aspects of the abilities; Spirits is still not the most religious person, but he at least understands and embraces the cultural significance of what he is able to do

This is where he learned how to read a person's Spirit to get an idea of their life experiences and the kind of person they're like; he can also detect where a person is without having to put much effort into it

At Zelda's encouragement, he also got more sword training from the Castle Guard. She offered him a place among them, but he turned it down in favor of remaining an engineer. He still helps around as a swordsman when he can and will act as Zelda's body guard

Speaking of which, he and Zelda are 100% in love. Their relationship started out as puppy love but over the years as matured into a deep connection built on mutual respect

When he's working on designing new engines or parts for his trains, he occasionally brings his drafting materials to the castle gardens so that he can work alongside Zelda; sometimes she falls asleep leaning against his arm and he has to be careful not to shake her awake as he works

Whenever she need to go anywhere in the kingdom, she rides in his train and teasingly criticizes his conducting; he takes a lot of pride in his conducting, but he lets her get away with it since her critiques are objectively hilarious

He keeps a tiny pictograph of her taped to his dashboard

But there's a bit of a problem with their relationship, and it's that he doesn't know if he wants to be the prince consort or not. He does love her, but that would mean giving up being an engineer in favor of being stuck at the castle all of the time

Plus, he's doing great as an engineer; he's saving up to open his own garage that produces his own train designs

Eventually, he leaves for the War of Eras

His experiences with Warriors leaves him more sure than ever that he doesn't want to be the prince consort, resulting in him ending his relationship with Zelda shortly after he returns home

It hurts for a long time to be around her since all of his old feelings keep coming back, so he keeps his distance for a long time; it takes a few years for him to go back to hanging out with Zelda as friends

But now she's approaching marriage age, and he spends a lot of time when he's on body guard duty super jealous of these princes and ambassadors from foreign kingdoms who try to court her

But again, he knows he can't be in a relationship with her so he respectfully and silently pines over her (I'm just a sucker for pining, okay?)

Okay, more random headcanons that are a little less sad

Spirits likes super spicy food, but since he can't cook to save his own life, he just eats whatever he can get his hands on

He's super dirty all of the time, just the epitome of scrappy; there's always a smear of oil somewhere on his person

He actually really hates bathing and only keeps his curly hair in check to comply with train safety regulations

He's really polite and a little shy, but once he loosens up, he gets talkative and personable

He's also very contemplative; he likes conducting so much because he gets to spend long stretches of time alone with nothing but his thoughts

His trauma/stress response is to shut down; he goes quiet, loses energy, and sleeps for longer periods of time

He tends to gravitate towards socializing with people who are older than him, which gets him labeled as being no fun by his peers (despite having someone as cooky as Niko for a uncle)

Post-adventure, his best friend is Linebeck III. They're drinking buddies. Neither can really explain why they even like hanging out as much as they do

(I just like the idea of Linebeck accidentally getting attached to one kid and his whole bloodline getting forever tangled with Wind's; they're bros for multiple lifetimes)

Not only is Spirits good at designing and building new machinery, but he's great at tinkering; he can fix almost anything and will buy broken things on purpose just to have something to fix

No one really knows he's a hero; he doesn't like the attention and, at his request, Zelda did her best to keep his involvement with Malladus a secret

Because not many common people know about his adventure and records of New Hyrule are very rare, he's considered in Warrior's time to be a forgotten hero; some scholars believe that a Hero of Spirits may have once existed, but if he did, no one really knows who he was or what he did to serve the bloodline of Hylia

[ladyartemesia]

Yooo your love story straight out seems like an e2l slow burn tumblr fic. Do you have any plans using at as a plot?? I would def read it 👀

I don’t know if I would truly call it enemies-to-lovers because—although I got irritated with him and his behavior and did snap at him from time to time—we were not really enemies. In fact we were barely friends for most of the years we knew each other—

Well.

Ok. So that’s not totally true...

We fought online constantly. From the time we graduated college (where his crush first developed and I routinely forgot his name) the two of us were always fighting on social media—usually about politics—and occasionally about other things but both of us were too smart to ever truly get the better of each other so there was a grudging respect, (his mom said he used to yell at his computer screen about me). We had it OUT several times online even though we rarely—if ever—spoke in person.

My poor sweet boy DID get himself in trouble over me in more ways than one though—even if we’re weren’t close yet...

His college girlfriend set him up to fail asked him who he would date if the two of them weren’t together and he answered immediately—vehemently—

“Viola. I would definitely date Viola if I could.”

🤦🏻‍♀️ (oh...honey...no)

(That would become a huge THING in their relationship. Every time they got into a fight his ex would shout “why don’t you just go date VIOLA then?!”—When he married me he said he felt like a real winner in that particular collection of conflicts. Playing the long game I guess 🤣😂)

Back then I was all about the music/dramatic arts scene and I was dating a string of empty headed pretty boys who bored me nigh unto death because I was young and completely stupid.

In contrast my someday-boo was painfully quiet and shy (though not really with me because he was too busy trying to prove me wrong), but everyone who met him or spoke to him really liked him and respected him.

After college we were were still in the same extended social circle (and—as previously mentioned—fighting online), but I went to grad school and my not-yet-husband decided to chill for awhile and take a job as a landscaper while he figured his life out and... here’s where it gets complicated because...

—that’s where the girls came in. You see... he’s always been a really nice guy... maybe a little too nice 🤦🏻‍♀️

The term fuqboi tends to conjure up impressions of a cocky frat bro who slyly shags his way through a mountain of willing women with disconnected efficiency and a subtext of emotional constipation.

But that would not be the case here.

You see my husband is a listener. He’s an INFP. He, unlike many of his brethren, understands emotions and can really make a woman feel seen. Combine that with his good looks, brilliant mind, and broody nerditude and you have a recipe for women who were ‘just friends’ randomly dropping to their knees (and a lot more) for him.

Never one to stand in the way of a lady’s dreams, pre-me-hubby figured that if they were that determined to (*insert miscellaneous sexy stuff here*) with him then—well—he’d let them.

I mean why not, right? No harm done.

Wrong. 🤬

And here is where our paths truly began to merge (in the real world) for the first time.

As the FOURTH girl (just in my friend group) he graciously allowed (🤦🏻‍♀️) to have her wicked way with him sobbed in my arms, I became determined to put this ridiculous man-child IN his PLACE—this time in the tactile world as well as the virtual one.

...Poor Liz

She realized that he had absolutely no desire whatsoever to be in a relationship with anything other than his WoW account and she was insistent that he had broken her heart.

So I cornered him and we had it out. (Call me meddlesome, but to be fair he was four friends deep at this point.)

The problem was that... the more I talked to him...the more he was not really what I expected... I found myself...oddly...intrigued?

Later it would come out that I was the first girl—ever—that he actually pursued. And I was not even aware of it for like the first three months.

He was pretty slick after all when it came down to it.

That man convinced me to ‘help him’ with women—to make sure he didn’t get himself into another situation where some girl with heart eyes was tearing off his clothes and expecting commitment.

HE ASKED ME TO BE HIS ‘EXCUSE.’

🤦🏻‍♀️(...I know. I’m an idiot.)

“We can hang out. You’ll teach me how to spot if a girl is about to catch feelings and take off my pants. And I will have an excuse when they call as to why we can’t hang out” (—and ...they really were always calling. It was wild.)

....I mean he WAS shy! It SEEMED plausible!

So yeah my dim self agreed to it. (🤦🏻‍♀️)

I considered it a valiant attempt to save the rest of my social circle from the most clueless ‘accidental’ fuqboi on planet earth and maybe even an opportunity to teach him how to be a real human being and what not.

And before you think ‘fake dating’—we weren’t. We were just hanging out as friends. You see when I went to yell at him (and chased him down after he laughed at me and tried to escape) we ended up talking in his car for like four hours. And then that happened like three more times randomly so... I... actually... wanted... to be his friend... 🤷🏻‍♀️

I was still 110% not interested romantically.

Your girl (me) was after some bland banker dude (🤦🏻‍♀️) and so I blissfully fell into friendship with my actual soulmate without a single second thought. And I never worried about either of us catching feelings because I had a crush on someone else and he had heavily implied that I was not his type. (He told me later that I just assumed this and he simply never corrected me 🙄)

I don’t remember falling for him. I never decided to. I never thought about it...

But one day after the whole crew was hanging out at a restaurant (and the waiter kept giving me free drinks which may have pissed my once-and-future man off) the two of us went out to his car to have our customary three hour post-chill chat...

I was teasing him about something—some girl he was still attempting to untangle himself from—and I said—as had become my habit (seriously I said this so many times as a joke)—“It’s too bad I’m not your type—you could just tell her you have a girlfriend.”

(Now. I know what you’re thinking. But I was still firmly on team platonic ok! I was just a flirt. And maybe part of me was starting to feel weird things about him—but those feelings weren’t like anything I recognized so I thought I just needed to cut back on sugar or something.)

(Have I mentioned I’m an idiot?)

ANYWAYS he looked me right in the eye. So serious. And instead of saying “that’s too bad”—LIKE he ALWAYS did—he said—

“You...are my type, Viola... You’re exactly my type.”

To which I responded—“....What? No I’m not. You said I wasn’t.”

“Never said that. You assumed.”

“You LET me!”

—followed by a good ten minutes of me having an existential crisis/yelling at him for allowing me to believe he didn’t find me attractive and lulling me into a false sense of security. He was infuriatingly unapologetic.

At the end of it all he asked me to give him—give us—a chance.

And I agreed to go out on a few dates with him (mostly to prove to myself that there was nothing there).

(🤦🏻‍♀️)

The only thing I ended up proving was that I was wrong about what I wanted and even more wrong about what I needed.

You see...

Those weird feelings turned out to be love.

(🤦🏻‍♀️)

And it was a really special experience to sit in a room full of girls who had cried in my arms over him—girls I had lectured repeatedly on the dangers of his heartless ways— and admit that I was his girlfriend.

🤦🏻‍♀️

Love was—and continues to be—nothing like I expected and frankly I couldn’t be happier.

... to answer your questions

1. I have considered writing a fic based on our story called Broken Road. The title is taken from an old Rascal Flatts song that—as insanely cheesy as it is—really reminds me of us. Don’t know if I will actually write this. Thought about it a lot though.

2. Tags I would use for this story?

#enemies-to-lovers / #idiots-to-lovers / #college au / #outgoing!fem reader(me) x shy nerd!accidental fuqboi / #reader is also a huge nerd actually / #she’s just a loud one / #frenemies-to-lovers / #the love is requited / #they’re just idiots / #pining (his) / denial (mine) / #reader has terrible taste in men / #except for that last one / #she really redeemed herself there at the end

[iloveallmyocs]

the letter of response

the letter in reply to the one counsul!Alastair wrote Thomas. If you haven’t read that, you can find it here.

the complete order of reading is:

part1 => complete letter => part 2 => this letter => part 3 (unfinished) => (epilogue-ish content, unfinished)

To my darling Mr. Carstairs,

There are many things I wish to write to you in response and don’t know where to begin. I think shall begin by addressing your additional remark. ‘Please stop crying’? I must inform you, if you don’t want me to start weeping like a child then perhaps you should stop sending me letters with content that make me want to do so. Christopher had come to check up on me after I finished reading it! Are you able to form a picture in your head? The absent-minded Christopher was in a better state of mind than I was!

Regarding your statement about me invading your mind when you are supposed to be working, I have nothing to say other than that I truly do not blame you. Us lightwood men are known for the charisma we ooze. Wipe that smirk off your face, I know that is the reason you fell hopelessly in love with me!

I promise that I have concluded with all my jokes and now be moving on to talk of heavier subjects. My dearest, you do not have to repeatedly write to me saying that you are doing this for a cause greater than us. I understand that. 

Growing up with my parents who were both irritably in love with each other, I had become something of a hopeless romantic. I always looked out for a great love story, like the ones you read about in fairy tales. as time went on, I eventually matured and lost hope, thinking I would never find anyone who would love me as my mother loved my father and that I would never love them like my father loved her. That was when you came in. 

With you, I didn’t realise that I was falling in love until it became too late and not a single day passed with me not thinking about you. My heart beat faster every time my friends simply mentioned your name. If you still don’t understand what I am trying to say, I mean that I will wait how much ever longer it will take. And I know that the wait will be worth it. For you, it will be worth it. Because you are my great love story, like the ones you read about in fairy tales. I wouldn’t have married you if you weren’t.

Yours and only yours,

Thomas Lightwood

didn’t see the plot twist coming, did you? (you probably did). either ways, let me know what you think.

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@pillarsofsuccessrighthere ahh I almost forgot you!

[black-mesa-slut-voice]

THE ERRANTEL

[ More info below the cut! ]

Due to popular demand, I finally made a ref sheet for the species my Swap Benrey’s belongs to- the Errantel. 

Their name, originally, had no human translation, since they are not from Earth. Benrey himself describes it as loosely translating to “Unkillable hobo”, though Tommy thought it was too long, and seemed... rude, almost. So, with the help of his friend Forzen, they came up with the term Errantel; a combination of the words for “immortal wanderer” in french. 

Biologically, Errentel are very interesting species, as they’ve earned their reputation for being “unkillable”. They’re essentially the equivalent of giant, interdimensional tardigrades. They can withstand nearly all conditions- the vacuum of space, temperatures hot enough to usually make things combust, and temperatures nearing true zero. This grants them safety when they manage to worm their way through dimensions and travel to different planets that might be otherwise inhabitable. 

Not only that, but they are also proficient at rudimentary “shapeshifting”- they can compress and expand the mass of their form, ranging from very very small to extremely large; rivaling skyscrapers. Their average size is normally a healthy in between- the size of a two-story house (the size that Benrey took during the final battle). 

They can also shift the amount of limbs, mouths, eyes, and other features they possess, with some restrictions mentioned above. This allows Benrey to take an arguably very humanlike form to better fit in with his coworkers.  Their diet is extremely varied. Their near unkillable state and rapid healing is because of their physiology. In short- their body is made of completely different things than ours, so they need a wide range of nutrients and minerals to stay healthy and unkillable. This is what causes the most competition amongst them- sometimes even eating other Errantels for the specific nutrients in their bodies. 

Socially, they’re sapient; generally human-level intelligence, sometimes slightly above (mostly due to their outstanding lifespans). How they are seen, however, varies wildly between dimensions, planets, species and societies. In some places, they’re considered normal people. They could, arguably, wander into a space McDonald’s and get a job, and be treated as a normal person. In other places, they’re considered wild beasts, to be avoided or even hunted for sport. 

Amongst their own species, they’re pretty extreme. Honestly, because of their extreme lifespans and nearly unkillable status, the only thing keeping their population in check is... well, their own species, and the fact that they’re so widespread. 

When an Errantel meets another (or honestly, any species they see as ‘equals’), they see them as competition. Rivals, in a sense. One of the few things that can truly threaten them. And so, their main goal is to remove that competition by any means necessary. This can go one of three ways:

Put enough distance between them that they don’t have to compete. This is pretty easily done, considering they can worm through dimensions and travel through the void of space to reach entirely new planets.

Kill each other. Errantels are, unfortunately, highly cannibalistic. The can and will eat other Errantels if they see them as threats, or even as weaker. Some of them will even eat their eggs and young in times of duress or if they simply don’t want to have any at the moment. 

Become partners. And I don’t put that lightly- Errantel ‘partnerships’ are almost complete codependency; putting their full trust, safety, heart and soul into each other. They’ll trust each other with their lives, share their food, young- and even other partners. It’s not unusual to have a group of 2-5 Errantels all in a polyamorous partnership. This eliminates the competition and threat of death through a much more friendly way.

So, a meeting between two Errantels usually starts as a long winded display at a distance, dancing around each other and judging whether or not they’re going to partner up, fight, or flee. There are no half-measures among them- you will almost never see two Errantel hanging out together for fun. Though, of course, in a social situation, most of them can behave long enough to share a space in a formal environment (think about having to go to a meeting with your ex. Sure, you don’t like it and there’s tension, but you put up with it for formalities). 

When communicating, Errantels use a communication system composed of a high-dense light, sound, and color they can expel from their mouth, which can help communicate emotions both visually and sensually (”Sweet voice”). My guide for Sweet Voice is the same one I use for the Errantels.  They’re very intelligent, however, and commonly learn other languages as well. 

When it comes to reproducing, Errantel can go two ways. They can reproduce both sexually and asexually! All Errantels have both bits, so any Errantell can reproduce with another. When done sexually, it’s pretty much only ever with those they’ve partnered with- there’s very little ‘infidelity’ amongst partnerships, or even one night stands for single Errantels. The children produced are just like humans in where they can have features of both parents, though other mutations are pretty common. 

When done asexually, it is something they can choose to do if they want a child but either don’t have any partners, or their partner can’t reproduce for some reason. Young produced this way are usually very similar to the parent- if not identical- but not always! Due to variations in DNA and self-alteration of sexual cells, as well as mutations, asexually produced young are usually slightly-off versions of the parent. Joshua, for example, was created this way- he’s almost identical to Benrey in every way except for a slightly different skin tone, and different colored eyes. 

Also, because they don’t differ at all between what’s in their pants and travel so many dimensions, Errantel have little care for gender or how they’re perceived. Most will go by whatever neutral pronouns a language has, or will simply use any pronoun- though of course, some do enjoy being gendered and are free to do so. 

Errantels also lay eggs. They’re usually in batches of 1-3; any larger and you risk the parents eating the extras to save resources. They’re usually the size of chicken eggs, and Errantel will often shift down smaller during this to hide away and go unnoticed. 

A freshly hatched Errantel simply looks like a very small adult- except for the fact that their ‘fur’ is white instead of black, and they’re usually much more covered in it. As they become juveniles, their white fur quickly starts molting away into the signature black color. 

Once their fur is molted into being fully black, they’re technically able to survive on their own. However, good parents often keep them around much longer than this, until they’ve reached full and true maturity. Once they’re old enough, they usually voluntarily leave to go find their own territories and partnerships!

 Errantels can continue to breed throughout their whole lifetimes, and so their territory will often be surrounded by the territories of their children- and so each child reared often has farther and farther to travel to reach an uninhabited space. This can be quite dangerous, but most make it. And thus,  the whole cycle starts again!

FAQ

So this is what your Benrey is? Sort of. Mainly just my Swap AU Benrey and Joshua- my other Benreys are all completely different, really.

What the fuck is your Swap AU? It’s my Roleswap AU for HLVRAI. Benrey is the scientist and Gordon is the guard, etc etc. You can find out more about it here, and this is the tag I have for it on my tumblr!

Can I make an OC of this species? Fuck yeah! Go nuts, dude! The only thing I ask of you is that 1) You give credit if anyone asks what they are, and 2) send them to me! I’d love to see them! 

If I do make an OC/Use this species, does it have to be HLVRAI? Nope. Because they travel dimensions, they can arguably appear in any media- if you want you can use them for anything. Original universes, other fandoms, other AUs of any sort, etc etc! Same rules apply as above- credit, and I’d like to see them!

Can they be albino/melanistic/piebald? I’m gonna say yes because it’s cool as hell. Love that shit.

My question isn’t answered here! Help??? I have an ask box and you are 100% welcome to use it! I’d love to talk more about these guys and anything I didn’t cover.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 289: Looks Like the Gang’s All Here

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “you guys don’t really need to know what’s gonna happen to Deku and Shouto right now” and cut away to Toga and Ochako before anyone could get a word in. Skeptic utilized the power of Freak Shounen Coincidence to magically zero in on Ochako and Tsuyu amongst the fleeing crowd. Toga was all “IS THAT OCHAKO” and immediately leaped down to fight them, ignoring Spinner’s heartfelt speeches about Villain Found Family because fight now, hug later!! Down in the streets of some unidentified crumbling city, Ochako was approached by a sweet old lady and was all “I better help this sweet old lady who is definitely not leading me into a trap”, which unfortunately turned out to be poor decision-making on her part. Anyway so now she and Toga are going to throw down. AND ALSO, P.S., BEST JEANIST IS STILL ALIVE, and that doesn’t really have anything to do with anything right now, but BY GOLLY I JUST HAD TO SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS.

Today on BnHA: Iida and Hadou are all “is it our turn yet”, and Horikoshi is all “yes”, and so the two of them finally burst onto the scene and are all “hello Shouto, Gigantomachia is on his way, btw do you need help” and so they all get ready to fight Tomura together. Meanwhile in Unnamed Ochako And Toga Fight Town, Toga is all “what’s up Ochako, oh is this the All Might doll Deku gave you, I guess you must like Deku as well, just like me, we truly are the same, btw I can use other people’s quirks now” before she vanishes in a flurry of knives and ambiguity, as mysteriously as she came. So that’s a thing that happened. The chapter ends with Gigantomachia and the League STOMPIN’ ONTO THE SCENE, JUST IN TIME FOR ENDEAVOR TO WAKE UP AND BE ALL “OHHHHH SHIT.” YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT, “OH SHIT.” Finally the pieces are in place for Dabi to reveal his true identity to Hadou and Iida, JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED.

before I start, thank you so much to everyone who sent birthday messages on Wednesday!! I had a good day; my quarantine impulse purchase guitar that I ordered months ago but had been backordered finally arrived, and so now I can do something productive with my time as I continue to while away these months in isolation! not to say that capslocking over fictional characters and their shounen escapades doesn’t also count as being productive lmao. anyways, my fingers hurt so typing is kind of a bitch right now, but I’m having fun still. IF KAMINARI CAN DO IT THEN SO CAN I

anyway so let’s see what mishaps my various catastrophe-prone children are getting up to this week

okay there are several things happening in this panel which I want to comment on

IIDA!!!

HADOU!!!

“some time after” jesus fucking christ though, how long have Deku and the rest actually been fighting?? like it’s absolutely absurd to imagine that they’ve been managing to hold off Tomura for more than a few minutes, and yet everything we’ve seen these last couple of chapters suggests that this is indeed the case. which is just pure insanity tbh. excuse me sir, but I have an emotionally maturing son, a homewrecking grandpa, and a sleep-deprived one-legged platonic husband who are all in DIRE NEED of medical attention just FYI

lastly, I direct your attention to these two cool cats in the background who are both riding on hover surfboards. living it up like it’s Back to the Future. why are there two of them. do they both just happen to have the exact same quirk. what are the odds. ARE THEY TWINS. I want to know everything about them dammit

anyway so Hadou is asking Iida why he’s tagging along, because unlike the others, he can’t fly and is thus vulnerable to Tomura’s attacks and such

well Hadou I’ll have you know that it his DUTY AS THE CLASS PRESIDENT to tag along and THAT’S WHY

oh shit you guys IIDA SAID “FUCK THE LAW”

“plus Bakugou-kun, whom I am not particularly close to, but nonetheless hold nothing personal against!” well uh, kind of a weird distinction to make there bro, but okay. listen everyone, it’s a tense situation; if Iida feels the need to clarify the ins and outs of his interpersonal relationships with each of the people he’s rescuing then please just respect that okay

anyways though have I mentioned how much I fucking love Iida Tenya though you guys. feels like I haven’t mentioned that enough. I LOVE HIM. there

FINALLY

AFTER THREE WHOLE WEEKS WE FINALLY CUT BACK. OH MY GOD. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG OF A TIME THAT IS TO BE HOLDING YOUR BREATH. [EXHALES]

is it bad that my immediate reaction to this page was A LOT OF LAUGHING, though. fkldlksh this entire situation is SO ABJECTLY TERRIBLE that if I were Shouto I would almost be fighting the urge to look around for a hidden camera at this point. ASHTON KUTCHER WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE. OH THANK GOD, IT WAS ALL JUST A PRANK

anyway so uh. heh. how screwed are we at this point, exactly. oh and also, whose speech bubbles are these. who the fuck would look at this situation and these bleeding children and say “HA!” what kind of monster. just ignore that paragraph right before this one please

OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT

TOMURA I CANNOT BELIEVE I’M SAYING THIS, BUT PLEASE LISTEN TO AFO FOR ONCE AND JUST LEAVE

pretty please. we kind of have a situation here. not that I wouldn’t love to see what this icy flamey boi could do if push came to shove, but I also have had just about enough of watching children get maimed for today though

OH SHIT

THE TIMING OF THIS MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE AT ALL BUT I DO NOT CARE!! THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED THANK GOD

“WHAT UP GUYS, WE BROUGHT YOU SOME TERRIBLE NEWS” FKLSHLKHLK

WELL GEE IIDA THANKS SO FUCKING MUCH!!

lmaoooo a wild Lida has been spotted what the fuck is this translation though

I don’t know which is better, the “Lida” (DO YOU EVEN READ THE SERIES BRO), or the “CHRIST” gkfhkg. CLASSIC LIDA

OH SNAP HADOU

sobbing at Manual cradling the still-warm corpse of Gran Torino like a tiny baby khlk;h. BUT ANYWAYS HADOU SAW HER TEACHER ALL BLOODIED UP AND IS READY TO THROW DOWN, YESSSSS, THE MY LADIES ACADEMIA ARC CONTINUES

(ETA: listen you guys, there were many things at the end of this chapter that brought me joy, but perhaps none more than the inclusion of Hadou in the final two page spread looking all serious alongside the Todorokis, as if she has any fucking clue at all wtf is going on slfkhlkhgghsl. what I wouldn’t give to see her and Deku and Iida all making frantic bewildered eye contact at each other throughout the next chapter lmao.)

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DEKU

ARE YOU PROPPING YOURSELF UP WITH YOUR ARM THAT’S IN SPLINTERS, I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW. SOMEONE PLEASE SLAP SOME SENSE INTO THIS CHILD. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

LMAO TODO’S READY TO TAKE AFOMURA ON. THE SHARED HERO BRAINCELL HAS ALREADY EXPIRED. FUCK IT LET’S DO THIS

“true, I already watched him murder my dad, my boyfriend, my other boyfriend, my teacher, and dozens of other people, but gosh darn it, I just feel like the fifteenth time’s the charm you guys.” shit, I ain’t even mad. who’s up for yet another episode of Todoroki Shouto Attempts to Murder a Bitch

-- “TIME TO CUT AWAY!!” laughs Horikoshi as he gleefully dodges out of reach before I can punch him, that SON OF A --

goddammit. you’re just lucky that I’m invested in the girl power fight too

YESSSSS OCHAKO

DON’T BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS! NEVER BE SORRY FOR KICKING ASS

damn, looks like she managed to touch Toga’s shirt but not Toga herself. both of them are so fast

now Toga is monologuing from the shadows

we’ve all been there, Toga. sometimes you see someone you really like and it’s just like, ahhhhhh gotta kill them am I right

lol I love Toga so much you guys, but I’m also kind of wincing in anticipation of whatever essays are gonna materialize out of the fandom this week explaining how hero society has failed her utterly and she is just a victim here. CAN YOU NOT SEE HOW SHE JUST WANTED FREEDOM TO BE HERSELF AND MURDER A BUNCH OF PEOPLE flhkklhl

OH SNAP SHE WENT AND TOLD HER THE THING!!

and it was fucking awesome and scary as shit, Ochako. like damn, still sends a chill up my spine just thinking about it

anyway so now Toga is continuing to explain that she can use the quirks of whoever she transforms into

and Ochako is kind of freaking out, which I don’t blame her for, since it’s probably really upsetting to hear that your stolen blood and quirk were used to murder a bunch of people. shit

so now she’s all “WTF WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TELL ME THAT”

??? was this somehow the wrong answer?

for fuck’s sake. Toga you literally came down here to ask her if she would be willing to kill you, and here she is telling you “I would never be happy about killing someone, that’s fucked up”, and you’re all “......”

like come on though, what else do you want her to say?? and why does Ochako look so shocked now

OOP

LMAO

THEIR FACES DKSLHFKG. TOGA NO THAT IS MEAN. and jesus christ Ochako it’s just a toy. I know it has Sentimental Value and shit but is this really the thing to be getting distracted about right now

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

JIN-KUN WHOM OCHAKO HAS NEVER FUCKING MET?? THAT JIN-KUN??!

OM NOM NOM

this entire confrontation makes absolutely zero sense to me you guys. just. Horikoshi was all, “this is the kind of stuff girls talk about when they’re battling to the death, right?” just, are you okay my dude

anyway so Toga has somehow deduced that Ochako got the doll from Deku, which means that she and Ochako are exactly alike in every way, and this is somehow an important plot point, and now they’re finally getting back to the fight lulz

OH SHIT

OCHAKO BOUT TO SLAP THE SHIT OUT TOGA WITH THIS BOOKCASE ON A STRING AND THIS LOUIS BAG OH FUCK

so now Toga’s all excited and she’s all “THERE’S SOMETHING I OUGHT TO TELL YOU, I’M NOT LEFT HANDED EITHER” oh snap

fuck, it almost feels like she’s trying to warn her. Ochako idk maybe you should run shit I do not like this ( ﾟдﾟ)

but of course she is not running, and she’s all “I’ll have you take responsibility for your actions”

HEY NOW

WHAT IS FUCKING HAPPENING, DID TOGA JUST FUCKING MURDER TSUYU, WHAT THE FUCK. I AM TERRIFIED, I DON’T WANT TO SCROLL DOWN, SHE THREW LIKE FOURTEEN KNIVES INTO THE DARKNESS, WHAT THE FUCK

OH

IT’S POSSIBLE THAT I MAY HAVE OVERREACTED

so did Toga just Swip a bunch of knives for no reason and then abscond, lol what. CAN ANYBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE PURPOSE OF THAT ENTIRE SCENE WAS. ASIDE FROM GETTING TO SEE OCHAKO TRY AND YEET A BOOKCASE AT SOMEONE

fuck, she was crying??

DID MY GIRL TOGA JUST KILL AN OLD WOMAN, NAKEDLY LURE OCHAKO INTO A BUILDING, ANTAGONIZE HER INTO SAYING “I’LL MAKE YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR KILLING A BUNCH OF PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT LIKE IT”, STEAL HER DOLL, GIVE HER DOLL BACK, TELL HER “OH SO YOU LIKE DEKU TOO HUH? BTW I CAN USE OTHER PEOPLE’S QUIRKS”, AND THEN RUN AWAY CRYING??? BRUH

-- OH SHIT, OH FUCK

[SIRENS BLARING WILDLY] [AUDIENCE LEAPING OUT OF THEIR SEATS] [T-SHIRT CANNONS BOOMING IN THE AIR] [VIKING WAR HORN SOUNDS IN THE DISTANCE] FUUUUUUUUUCK

well never the fuck mind about Ochako and Toga and WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT ALL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE, I guess, BECAUSE!! MACHIA MADNESS HAS ARRIVED. SPEARS SHALL BE SHAKEN!!! SHIELDS SHALL BE SPLINTERED!!

AND LOOK WHO WOKE UP FROM HIS NUMBER ONE HERO BEAUTY NAP RIGHT ON CUE, TOO!!! ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS... IIIIIIIIIIT’S TOUYA TIMEEEEEEEE