#(aka my inability to focus on one thing at a time)

[lxmiko]

Uhm...hello!

This is my first time requesting something....sooo if u don't mind....

Can u do something where luxiem gets jealous?? if you've done this already pls ignore this >¬<

Anyways thank u and I love the way u write!💞

luxiem being jealous / protective . . .

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hello hello !! sorry for the incredibly long wait ;; my first week of school just ended !! i’m trying to set some sort of schedule where i write a lil bit of whatever i’m doing throughout the week and then finish it up on the weekend if i don’t have any big projects due mhmhm, aka updates most likely every five to seven days (due to the fact that how much i write rn is actually a lot for me ••;;)

sorry that this kinda became more of a jealousy/protective thing ••;; wasn’t sure how to write jealousy for some of them ;;

but anyway, moving on to the brainrot >:D

characters: luxiem (separately)

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vox akuma

vox makes it very obvious when he’s jealous, he’s a little more passive aggressive toward whatever’s making him frustrated, and pins it on you (jokingly) afterward when the problem’s gone

he takes his eyes off of you for a second and comes back to see you swarmed by a stranger, and immediately, he begins to frown, but he calms himself enough to approach you quietly. perhaps he’s misreading the situation, maybe they’re a friend of yours, a relative or someone similar (but would they make your brows furrow? make you frown as you shake your head in polite refusal? he hopes he knows you better than that)

“hey there, my love,” he murmurs as he appears out of thin air by your side, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek with his eyes locked onto your confused expression with a smile. even as you stutter out a reply, he keeps his focus on you, completely ignoring the stranger in front of the two of you

his arms stay wrapped snugly around you, his gaze sweet as can be (and he makes sure the person sees the way you return his affection when you place a hand on top of the one he has on your hip)

and god, is vox protective .///. , his attention on you isn’t just for show. his eyes quickly and subtly scan for anything that’s amiss, his arm curling a little tighter at any and every difference he catches (that stranger best hope nothing’s wrong or they’ll be six feet under before they even know it ••;;)

it’s only when they make themselves known with an irritated sigh that vox’s eyes lazily drag to them. his lips curl up at the sneer on their face as he addresses you again. “who’s this, dear?”

it takes only a few minutes for the stranger to leave, frustrated and with a scowl at vox’s blatant attitude toward them (and your inability to stop him even as when you slap him arm and tell him to be nice ;;)

don’t worry about him being a lil shit after they’re gone though!! he means no harm, it’s just that he loves when you push at his chest and look away with a pout whenever he leans toward you with that stupid grin of him, asking, “you did that on purpose, didn’t you, love?”

he pokes fun at you and pouts dramatically when you huff, accusing you of being “so mean” to him when he’s only asking a “simple question”

you can try to win, argue with him all you want, tease him back, or maybe even get so flustered that you die (;;), but all he’ll do is shoot you a cheeky smile and go “mmhm~” >:c

even though he doesn’t get jealous often (as he might try to make you think) since he feels very secure in your relationship and himself ^^, he won’t ever give up the chance to tease you, so watch out for that ;;

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mysta rias

mysta tries really hard to not let you know when he’s jealous ;;

it’s almost like an embarrassment to him. he hates doubting and he hates feeling so insecure no matter how many times you tell him you love him, and he stumbles to come up with lies to cover up his feelings, especially if it’s over something he thinks is stupid

you asked him on a date earlier that day, and he’s currently walking toward where you wanted to meet up. his mind supplying useless anxieties as he came closer and closer. god, he hopes he looks okay, that he isn’t late even though he made sure he’d arrive a few minutes early, but above all else, his heart thrums with excitement with every step ^^

but up ahead, he sees a stranger looking at you so sweetly, your back to him, and he stutters in his step at the sight. maybe you know them, maybe he shouldn’t intrude…

his head floods with numerous thoughts, perhaps you want to talk to them more than him right now, you might’ve asked him to hang out today but maybe you had a sudden change of plans

he hates that his mind jumps to all these stupid conclusions, but he can’t help it, nor can he the resentment that bubbles at the sight of the stranger. he wants to run away, terribly so

before his thoughts overtake his mind, he catches the frown you show them, taking a step back as they take a step forward. you’re uncomfortable, he notes, and it makes him furrow his brow in confusion for a second at the revelation

while mysta’s not the most observant person, something clicks in his mind, and he just knows something’s wrong, especially with the way that stranger’s trying to place a hand on your arm with a leer as you jerk away from their grasp. it makes his blood boil.

mysta quickens his pace, yanking their hand from your wrist, his grip tightening when they immediately try to defend themselves. “don’t touch them,” his scowl grows at their insistence that they weren’t trying to do anything, and it especially gets worse when the stranger tries to ask for your opinion

they ask you to confirm that they’re just a friend, right? mysta’s just overreacting, right? but mysta knows better. he pushes the stranger away with the grasp he has on them, his voice low and mean as he speaks, “i don’t care who you are, don’t touch them or come near us ever again.”

the stranger stumbles away with a curse and disappears among the crowd, and the second they’re gone, mysta’s eyes and hands are wandering over every inch of your body, inspecting for any injuries or discomforts. “are you okay, babe? shit, i should’ve came earlier,” he scolds himself and apologizes profusely despite your adamant refusal to it being his fault

he sulks and pouts, and god, he just hopes you’re okay and that you’ll forgive him (even if he’s done nothing wrong ;;). the whole situation leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but he forgets any and all of his bitter emotions toward the stranger to focus on you (and perhaps if you give him a kiss, he’ll feel even better ^^)

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luca kaneshiro

luca doesn’t really notice that he’s jealous, being one to confuse his feelings at times and overall having a hard time expressing himself as someone other than “the himbo who screams ‘pog >:DD!!!’”

though, it doesn’t take much to get him jealous, but most of the time, it’s not enough to make him react any different than he usually does

it’s only when someone’s bothering the two of you while you’re out on a date that jealousy burns him and anger flickers dangerously within him

he’s only gone for a moment, perhaps picking up the food and drinks you two ordered at the counter, when he comes back to you uncomfortably but politely rejecting someone’s advances ;;

a flurry of emotions and thoughts hit him all at once: anger, jealousy, annoyance, and most importantly, he has to get that person away from you

he approaches you both with a furrowed brow, asking who the person is and making sure the hand he has secured around your hip is noticeable. his presence alone is intimidating, especially with the scowl that begins to grow on his face for every second the stranger lingers, but eventually, they stumble away with a shaky gasp at luca’s glare, out of sight

he turns to you, frowning and quiet, even as you pull him to a secluded area for him to calm down, he still pouts at you ;; responding with mumbles to your questions

but then, you ask him if he’s jealous. he shrugs, thinking that if this is what he’s feeling, the slight weight on his chest that burns and makes him so upset, then he’ll admit it. “yeah, i am, what about it?”

the instant it clicks that it’s jealousy, luca scolds himself in his head. he knows you love him, and he’s confident in all that is you and him (a part of him can’t believe he doubted what the two of you are in the first place)

he flashes you a cheeky grin and showers you with love, pulling you close with arms encircling your waist, his head snuggling into the junction of your neck and shoulder and pressing sweet, little kisses to your skin .///.

it’s a twist that you could only expect luca to pull on you, giving you copious amounts of affection with a smile on his face even if he was frowning and pouting at you earlier

“i love you, honey,” he snuggles onto you as his arms wrap just a little tighter around you, “i love you, you know that?” he repeats and pulls back to admire your features for a moment before giving you a chaste kiss to the lips with a smile

luca knows you’re his and he reminds you he’s yours as well, pulling you out from the secluded area you took him to to continue your date (he makes sure it goes smoothly this time ^^)

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ike eveland

ike likes to think he’s mature enough to not get jealous, and he defines it more as being (over)protective instead when he feels that way at times

as much as he hates confrontation, the idea of you being bothered by some stranger and being uncomfortable when he could be doing something to help you makes him act

he nearly drops the energy drinks he bought at the store the two of you are at when he hears you yelp

there’s someone who has their hand wound tightly around your wrist, tugging you closer as they whisper something about how you’re too pretty to be alone, and ike feels something burning within him, his hands trembling with anger as he approaches the two of you with fast steps

as he draws nearer, his lips part to speak, “let go of them,” his voice is clipped and borderline snappy, but he adds to the end of his demand to be polite, “please.”

the stranger questions his authority over you, as if you’re something to be owned, asking things such as who was he to say what they could do to you, you didn’t belong to him, and ike swears he’s never been so annoyed in his entire life when his hand comes between the two of you, his fingers prying off the person’s grimy grip on you, careful to not hurt you

“i suggest you leave,” he tries to hard to keep his voice even, but it’s so hard when all he can think of is how this person’s an absolute idiot, and how he’s one too for having you to wait outside when he went into the store

when the stranger gives up and walks away, ike turns back to you, his eyes filled with worry as he traces your features, his hands trembling almost undetectably

he smooths out the creases in your clothes caused by the scuffle and murmurs under his breath, whether it’s to you or himself, “it’s okay, you’re okay, everything’s fine.”

he was so scared, he realizes, of what could’ve happened if he appeared a little too late, or if the stranger had been a lot more stubborn

it worries him to no end, but he takes in a shaky breath and sighs, as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters

reassure him please ;; he needs to know that you're fine and that he did enough

no matter what you say though, he'll continue to be wary while the two of you are out, tensing when situations feel dangerous and darting his eyes around the area more often to make sure everything is fine

ike keeps his eye on you too and might worry a little too much (don’t be surprised to see him glancing to the shop’s door every time someone enters to make sure it’s no one suspicious ^^;;) but he means very well and just wants to keep you safe .///.

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shu yamino

shu isn't one for jealousy, and he believes you’re able to take care of yourself without needing him to step in, though it doesn’t stop him for subtly looking out for you either way

he’s always assumed he was pretty dense, but he always seems to notice everything when it comes to you

like the stranger flirting with you right in front of him while the two of you are out on an errand

he’s not entirely shocked, since he usually limits pda since he feels that those things should be kept a little more private, so it’s harder to tell that you and him are dating

but this person is completely ignoring him

whether they knew you and shu were together, they focused only on you, sending flirty remarks as you smile politely, albeit uncomfortably

there’s a weird feeling building in his chest, something that makes him want to snap at the stranger to go away, but he tries to make no mind of it even if his eyes stay locked on the interaction between you and the stranger

he’s usually pretty good at staying out of things like these, knowing you can take care of it yourself, but whatever emotion he’s feelings pushes him to cough and step closer to you, hoping to get the stranger’s attention off you

when they don’t react, he clears his throat a little louder, and finally, the stranger shoots him an annoyed look, but at least he has their attention

he looks to you and leans in with a hand on your lower back to murmur, loud enough for the stranger to hear, “babe, we should keep moving. we only need to get one more thing.”

at the petname, the stranger cringes and immediately departs with a few colorful words and judging stares (something about leading them on ••;;)

you turn to him all confused, asking why he did that for, but he just shrugs and instead tugs you along to continue on with the errand

he slips his hand down to yours, keeping your fingers intertwined for the rest of the time the two of you are out :>>

you can point out that he’s being a little more affectionate than usual, at least in public, but he’ll deny any and all accusations as he subconsciously rubs his thumb back and forth on top of yours as you hold hands ^^

in the end, he’ll probably never tell you his reasoning for getting rid of the stranger, but he’ll admit to himself in the very least that while he’s not a petty person (nijitoxic, fake..), the fact that he had ruined that person’s day made him a lot happier than he should’ve been (nijitoxic, real?!)

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update on discord server !! it’s very much slowly coming together ! i’m not entirely sure what technical things gotta be done to it just yet since it’s a pretty slow process with the only worker being just me (especially because of school ;;) but it’s coming along!! i’ll post an update soon so look out for that if you’re interested in joining ^^!!

[oh-saints]

will you ever write ben chilwell again? another story or part 2 of 'steward'? he's so underappreciated in this platform 😭

this has been sitting in my ask box for too long and since i'm in the mood to write something while arsenal's losing badly and since he came back yesterday (!), here's (mini) part 2 of this!

tired

while every student celebrated the end of the exam week with a mandatory party, scarlett had to stay behind to review the essays submitted. ben had to come to the rescue to make sure his favourite teacher assistant didn’t collapse.

ben chilwell x ta!OC

word count: 1.2k

scarlett swore she loved her job, despite the dismal hourly wage she was getting as the professor’s assistant. she liked it because it provided her space to learn more than she’d had known on a constant basis, and it was always refreshing to see another perspective coming from the students.

the only thing she didn’t like was the fact she had to stay behind to review all of the essays submitted by the students by the end of the exam week. she had to clock in more hours than usual because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t get everything in time for the scores to be published. it drained her to no ends, she’d usually see no sun on particular times like these.

she detested this aspect of her job more because it’d mean she wouldn’t have the chance to go and see benji’s home games. with her working like a normal person and him serving matches on the weekend, she promised her best effort to try to catch her boyfriend in action whenever she could before he’d take her out somewhere for their date, depending on the time of his matches.

somehow, they made it work. and scarlett didn’t want her professional life got in the way to ruin things that were finally working out for her—aka the whole romantic relationship part of her life. call her selfish, for all she cared.

although benji had said he understood her inability to support him from the stands this time and would love her to finish her tasks instead so they could spend more time together during the university’s winter break, scarlett couldn’t help but be restless as she watched the game from the streaming platform. both due to the stress of her job and due to the guilt gnawing on her for not being able to watch the game in person. but if she could pick, she’d choose the earlier.

only when the referee blew the final whistle did scarlett relax a bit, enabling her to focus on the papers stacked on her table she needed to tackle soon if she wanted to come home to benji this evening.

the clock displayed on her lock screen miraculously showed it was only a quarter past eleven. so much earlier than what scarlett predicted herself to be done and over with the essays. the TA couldn’t recall the last time she did something in such an insane dash, as if she was avoiding a loose dog trying to have a bit of her arse flesh.

maybe letting out a mad cry while working on the papers furiously was a pretty effective help in confidence boost.

as if her reflex was programmed to order uber at such late hour, scarlett unconsciously pressed shortcut button. gosh, she couldn’t wait to be a sleeping beauty on top of her plush bed. but before she could place her uber order, though, a text from the devil himself grazed the top of her screen.

benji

finished?

one sentence, and scarlett shivered—and certainly not because of the typical london’s windy, wintery weather. did she date a sorcerer or something?

yesss thank god, sent.

and it didn't even take him a second to send his reply

benji

good because look up

scarlett could feel her heart jumped out of the ribcage as she looked up as instructed and found benji really wasn’t lying when he said he was here, now wrapped in the same black prada puffer as the one he wore when they first met, leaning against his car.

the streetlamp shed a warm light to illuminate the slightly pink nose, growing red due to the coldness of the winter, but enough to soften his strong, rough features. scarlett found this side of him more endearing than the sight she saw last week, when he had just come out of barber with fresh trim.

realising scarlett had seen him from afar, benji threw his hand up, the waving gesture slashed the little ice bits pulled by gravity.

scarlett had never known how delighted it was to see a familiar face welcoming you after a good, beaten day of work. she could feel excitement bubbling up in her, making her giggling uncontrollably as she picked up her pace to cross the empty road laid between the two of them.

“what of earth are you doing here?”

although the tone condemning—because she wanted him to rest after playing a full 90 minute—scarlett was grinning from ear to ear in pure glee as the footballer caught her in his arms. nothing beat the feeling of sharing an after-match emotions with the one you love the most because good or bad, they’d always have your back. “waiting for you, silly. what else?”

and scarlett wasn’t going to complain about the arms snaking on the back of her waist, shedding any last border between the two, because it felt right. this was why she came to the home games. “didn’t i say i’ll be long?”

“i know,” scarlett pulled away at benji’s response,eyes scanning him up and down in disbelief that he was here, in front of her, in flesh and blood. “glad i didn’t listen to you.”

“but why—”

“and let you catch a taxi or something? at this hour?” scarlett didn’t even notice benji’s other hand, the one which wasn’t waving to her earlier, held the signature paper cup from the little café down the street. at the sight, she could only gasp and doubt her eyes because fucking hell; she didn’t know she could use a cuppa now after long working hours on a wintery day. “not happening under my watch.”

“wha—”

“i don’t wish to wonder why you like them so much when it’s not even breakfast, but it’s your favourite english breakfast tea.”

as much as scarlett wanted to wipe off that little smirk benji was sporting, she couldn’t hide the fact that she was utterly touched by both the gesture and the thought behind it. even more at the fact that benji did indeed remember the uselessly thrown trivial of hers, one she did out of wanting to fill the silence between them once an eclipse ago.

it was supposed to be her cheering him not far from the sidelines, as she’d promised, but he was taking care of her instead. she, in all honesty, couldn’t believe how a(n un)fateful night in stamford bridge could lead her to this wonderful man, willing to accept her as she was and committed to making her happy, despite knowing her for a (extremely) short while only before taking her into a tango dance together.

“what’s the tears for, my love?”

only when benji’s thumb brushed clean the watermark did she realise she was letting tears escape her eyes. she was genuinely touched by this man and couldn’t put words to describe how much she loved him. fuck those people who say it’s too fast for them.

“i’m just so happy you’re here, benji,” scarlett tried to smile in between the tears that kept falling down, chuckling at how ridiculous she might look like right then but benji was there, every step of the way, cupping her face in his palm like he’d been bestowed a dragon egg; his way of telling his girlfriend he wouldn’t go anywhere. “i—thank you.”

with the way scarlett thanked him, exhaustion written all over her face and body, benji couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her, kissing the top of her head as she relaxed under his touch. “no need, sweetheart. i'm just so proud of you.”

[topherwrites]

pls pls elaborate singing in the shower & spy au im so curious!! <3

"Singing in the Shower" is the tentative title for a shower sex jake fic with too much plot added in.

here's a snippet from the rough draft under the cut, 18+ only:

His voice takes on a familiar tone, the same one from flight school when he’d be picking apart why a maneuver didn’t work, or more specifically why someone else had failed at it. Like your inability to orgasm tonight is just an engineering problem. A little math, a little grease, and he can fix this. “What isn't working?” “Well, every time I get close I remember whose dick is in me.” He rolls his eyes, his voice taking on a bored tone, “We’ve established that you do not hate me enough for that." You stay silent, refusing to admit that you do not, in fact, hate him enough to deny yourself an orgasm. He hasn't done anything genuinely hackles-raising in some time, having toned down at least twenty percent of his dickishness, so there's less active resentment being worked out while you're fucking.  It's easy and fun being with him. Oh god, you like seeing his texts light up your phone. You enjoy his purposively bad sexts, that you're sure he only sends so you'll come over and fuck him to get him to stop. You come to the horrifying, jarring conclusion that he may very well be your friend, sort of. Fuck. Biting your lip, you amend, “Fine, maybe it's not that.” “I gathered.” He nudges you, “I can tell something’s going on up there, wanna fill me in?” “No.” You admit with a little sigh, “I don't know.” “Well, I'm tired, so we’re just going to sit here.” “Sorry, my pussy is broken today.” Your phrasing draws a little stomach-tensing laugh out of him, eyes creasing as he looks at you. His perfectly calloused palms slide up and down your thighs. His lips are curved into a soft little smile. “It’s fine.” “You can just…” your eyes focus on a water droplet on his collarbone, eyebrows jumping in allusion, unable to really say it, “if you want to.” He catches the implication; he can just get off and be done with it if he wants. Annoyance twists his features, his brow furrowing, though it doesn't feel wholly directed at you. “Jesus, I can feel myself getting soft,” he scoffs, “You're not a fleshlight.” And you actually can feel him start to lose his erection under you.

The spy au I'm currently working on came about mostly cause I saw Greg Tarzan Davis in the newest Mission Impossible and simply couldn't help myself. I also love spy stuff, I've always been intrigued by media that had spies in it since I was a kid. I grew up watching the Bond movies and shows like Nikita, Covert Affairs, Burn Notice, and Chuck. Most of which have a decidedly more pg or pg-13 tone than my au.

I'm planning on it being a few different interconnected series (maybe?).

All of their call signs and the nicknames for the reader are codenames in this.

So, an agent who was previously presumed dead, Spectre, she and Jake, aka Hangman, were partners and after her death he was never really the same. He's been on desk duty for the past two years.

Bob, an analyst on the team, was asked by Jake to put an indefinite facial recognition alert for her. So it kicks off with him getting a hit for her in London. The Operations Manager, Mav, brings Bradley onto the case, ordering him not to tell Jake about the revelation until they know more, and sending him to London to track Spectre down.

There in London, to play nice with a foreign government and give the impression that they respect jurisdiction, he's teamed up with an MI5 agent, Rook.

Shit spirals from there.

here's a snippet:

A last wet little gurgle leaves his throat as he goes still, his eyes left staring toward nothing. His head hangs back limply, red clinging to the corners of his slack mouth, the viscera of his throat exposed. Blood rhythmically drips to the floor. The pool grows beneath him. This sort of thing used to shake you, now you just follow a well-run routine, not necessarily numb, but devoid of the emotions doing something as grotesque as this should provoke. Violence should stir, you know this, you used to be stirred by it.  The first time you killed someone it was sloppy and panicked, you cried afterward. Mav sealed it with the stamp of self-defense, a good kill, but it didn't rid you of the lingering feeling of being damned. Maybe, the last vestiges of growing up catholic. You used to be a mourner, silently giving them their last rights, knowing the weight of every life. A witness to people’s final drawn breaths. Now, you're a butcher. You don't leave the blood for long, scrubbing your hands in the sink before it settles and dries in the cracks.

[melusine0811]

Therapy triumph and neurodivergence

My therapist actually used the word "neurodivergent" with me. This is the first time anyone ever has, even since I was a little girl and being told for the tenth time in second grade that I was lazy. Or my fifth grade teacher body slamming my desk because I didn't do my homework again or lost it. Or completely incapable of getting decent grades in middle school despite the fact that I was classified as gifted. Or told by a dean that I would never become a teacher because of my grades (I transferred, fuck him.)

This makes me feel like so much less of a freak when I sit there and cry to my therapist about my academic struggles up until high school, my current mood swings, a lifetime of impulsivity, occasional angry outbursts, hyperfixations, forgetting to eat, loss of interest, loss of executive function, complete disorder, scatterbrained-ness, lifetime of depression and anxiety, hospitalizations, inability to focus on ANYTHING for more than a few minutes at a time, and complete lack of faith I can do anything remotely challenging because the ADHD will block me and I'll fail. So I just don't bother. Why I have quit things I dreamed of doing (AKA my PhD) Add in perfectionism and well....I try things, I think I fail, I freak out, hate myself, repeat cycle.

Why I never shut the fuck up, and why I tell people WAAAY too much. Why I overshare and why I smother people. Why many of them run away.

Girls weren't diagnosed with ADHD when I was younger, and my therapist says the number of women my age (especially she said during perimenopause when ADHD symptoms INTENSIFY x 10) is staggering because they are so APPARENT now they can't be ignored.

I feel so...validated. Like holy shit. Like I'm not a complete asshole. Like my body is sabotaging me, but I'm doing everything I can to fight it. Maybe I AM trying as hard as I can. And maybe one day I will feel like enough.

Is there anyone out there, a late bloomer ADHDer for example, that has similar experiences?

[thedemises]

things about my ocs cuz why not?

nhell rivers has lots of scarring on her body, especially the right side because of an explosion that was so powerful it blown off her arm and she made herself (with help) a metal arm in place of the missing arm (spoilers: the cause of said explosion was a firework from one of the enemy's grunts but the firework was more explosive than expected).

nhell rivers is also pretty much deaf in her right ear.

kaoru takamura is actually so psychopathic (needs to be in a mental hospital) that she mostly acts and appears “normal” to almost everyone, though that may or may not be a front she skillfully puts on. anyone who do know kaoru well enough mainly avoid her for good reasons, she doesn't care enough to be sad lol.

melaine harrison likes to go cloud gazing by herself since she hates loud noises and most of her friends are too much of a nuisance for her to focus and peaceful relax.

melaine harrison has a scar on the left side of her face that she got from a forest fire (yes, she lives in the woods with her parents that are still alive after the incident).

evgenia yefimova hates blue fire because it reminds her of the day her home burned down alongside her parents and younger sister, miriam—yet she uses blue fire against her opponents and enemies with her urumi sword.

freya danesworth is a short half-sparrow human, and they work as a delivery guy to earn money for a café called Artful Dreams which she works for as a side-job.

brooklyn is pretty much fearful of basically nothing except she fears breaking promises, and she's also a clean freak too- but not the obnoxious type of freak, like, “oh you stepped on a perfectly clean floor with your muddy shoes and thats okay itll be cleaned up in no time” type of freak.

brooklyn loves cleaning actually and is skilled in getting rid of messes she made during her murders and killings.

also part of kaoru and nhell's relationship (somewhat) summarized:

nhell: *gets down on one knee* kaoru: oh my god, it's finally happening! nhell: *falls over* kaoru: the poison is kicking in!!

sucrose qu-yang cannot say no, ever. people thinks she's cursed with that inability but no she just has anxiety x10.

oscar wilde and sucrose qu-yang are besties actually and both work in the same work place, probably gossip and talk about oscar's works (both of them are writers).

penni pennington has a bottle cap collection and refuses to show anyone except for his mother, merryy, cuz she's so nice and radiates warmth—probably named a red jet bird he found after her.

penni pennington has a scottish accent mixed with a swiss accent and speaks so joyously, he never is ever seen mad or the least bit annoyed.

celen nishiruka & kaname nishiruka are opposites like the moon and the sun; kaname is a lot more expressive than celen who is more reserved and stoic—and they're so young too!

krystian karmazin's first name literally means “follower of christ” since he came from a very religious family yet ironically the ukrainian man himself is an atheist and a silly jester who follows no rules (but will respect boundaries and pronouns).

if miriam yefimova happened to have survived the All Blue Fire, she would've been a spy working in the same group of evgenia yefimova who works as an assassin.

both miriam & evgenia yefimova don't like pirozhki that have mushrooms as the filling because both the sisters have allergies towards mushrooms (aka, they both dislike mushrooms).

coventina blackwood likes ghosts and spirits or anything transparent object/creature, and her skill revolves around spirits but they're mainly just arms (kind of like the hana hana no mi, eaten by nico robin).

benjamin baker is the shortest male character (152 cm, 5'0") while krystian karmazin is the tallest (228 cm, 7'6"). kaoru takamura is the tallest female character (211 cm, 6'11), compared to freya danesworth (159 cm, 5'2").

if competing in a competition where who is the most stoic, both evgenia yefimova and izu mikazuki are both tied as the most non-expressive people.

izu mikazuki has been mistaken so much as a woman that he just simply accepted that he'll always be woman in the eyes of people at first glance (he's a male assigned at birth).

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved. ━━  i have so many ocs... I haven't drawn any of them yet (except for kaoru).

[claudiajcregg]

S5 Pregnancy AU - I’d love to hear about!

Welp, this is embarrassing – mostly because this has been sitting in my inbox for almost two weeks, and I kept saying “I need to write something up!” and then… I didn't. (Or rather, I did, then I forgot to post it.) Sorry for the wait, Lil! Thank you for asking <3 (I'll divide this up because I keep writing about the process and how it came to be, instead of any actual, interesting facts.)

I have talked about this one in the past though I don't have a tag for it. The gist is what it says… (Early) S5 but CJ is pregnant. I had this idea over a year ago when I hit mid/late S4 in my rewatch. I thought it'd be interesting to explore some of her disappointment at that time if you added an unexpected pregnancy to it, even if I had the idea before even getting there, lol. Think, the ending-ish of Han, or parts of Disaster Relief. (Both of which do feature! I surprisingly focus a lot on Disaster Relief.)

The thing with S5 is that the timeline is so weird, and I feel I've also created one that isn't entirely realistic but I think it works within the story. (IIRC, the season starts in “May” but also July, then the Shutdown is in November, lmao. A few of the episodes are sneaky two-parters that flow into each other… See 5-6, 7-8.) I've finally gotten out of the no-man's-land I wrote myself into and the next chapter or two, knowing myself, will deal with 7-8! There are a couple of scenes that should be fun to write! (There are so many details I want to mention that are technically spoilers for early twists…)

Every time I had the urge to write it, I'd edit whatever outline I was working in, and though I kept some details… my muse decided to make a big change early on that completely changed the fic's direction. That, and my inability to write anything succinctly. No reason why this story will cross the 100k barrier in a couple of chapters, tops. (It's sitting at 85k across 12 chapters. I think it'll be less than 20 chapters total. Hopefully.)

This might be too long to share snippets, but I've shared some either on the server or here, a couple of months ago.

For more irrelevant details on the “process”…

As I hinted at, I wrote an outline or two around this time last year, because I couldn't stop thinking about it. When I say outlines, it's a general path for the story to follow – ideas, suggestions of dialogue and/or scenes I write to myself; all focused around some sort of chapter structure. I find it much easier to write if I write down where a chapter might go, even if it's just a few lines saying “This happens → then this → finally this;” otherwise, it takes me months. Some would say that I should post it and get encouragement that way but… I hate being dependent on something I can control even less than my muse? That's not for me, thank you. Mad respect for those who work like that.

It was meant to be short – 1-2 “long” chapters per trimester, more if needed, but then interludes in between trimesters. It's not that. Most chapters currently cover 1-2 weeks, but there is not really a pattern. I was afraid of having a fic that would take over my life like the WOWO did three years ago… And it has, but I've also taken breaks and not felt too guilty about them. I definitely don't want this one to sit in my drive and have me wondering what to do with it.

(The novel, aka WOWO, aka IM AU (2021): 150k written in a little over five months, even with extended breaks over the summer. Still hits, even with all its crazy decisions, maybe because of them, but it's also been too long, and it will always remind me of someone who kinda hurt me. Attempts to replace those memories by sharing the story with others, trying to gather whether it's worth posting, have failed, lmao. One day! Maybe!)

But yeah. Uuuuuhhhh. As I've said… Twelve chapters in ten months, 85k words… It's still not done. In fact, I've repeatedly said I am unsure of how to end it (beyond the obvious), but I'd estimate it to be under 20 chapters. I'm not posting it anywhere yet because I want to be able to edit it as a whole and try to make it more consistent; to add little details as I come up with them. There's also the fact that I am not skilled enough to write a compelling story that mixes politics and emotion into something remotely engaging. As a result, the story's politics are very surface-level, and probably repetitive at points, but it's also true I've always been more interested and focused on the emotional journey and the relationship(s) at its center. (Which should surprise exactly no one who's ever read one of my stories.)

But, as critical as I might sound of myself here, I am having fun writing this and I'm committed to seeing it through. I just keep having ideas for stories down the line, putting actual show events through a 'but she also has a kid' perspective.

[anthonyreadsthecards]

Deck Used: Legend of Tarot

The Spark-The Empress-I laughed so hard seeing this. What can spark my creativity? Being creative 🤣. In all seriousness though I think this card is saying that I'm already in that creative zone even if it doesn't feel like it right now. I think my problem is that I want my creativity to be focused in a certain area but my brain is jumping to other avenues instead of where I need it to be. I guess I could always take a detour I just don't want to get so lost that I forget about the things I need to finish.

2 The Blaze-Temperance-This card has been popping up everywhere now. I guess this makes a lot of sense. Balance is key for creativity to really thrive. Too much leads to burn out (aka why I haven't made any more cards) and too little nothing gets off ground to be substantial. At first I thought the pouring of the milk from bucket to bottle meant to strike while the irons hot but I think I was wrong. I think the rushing from one state (inspiration) to another (creating) without the proper amount of time in between could lead to losing something important in the process. There needs to be a balance which is a note I'm really tired of getting but I really should be better about.

3 Ember-Five of Rupees (Pentacles)-This one is a little tricky. The Five of Rupees is about financial or spiritual poverty. Being without the needs to flourish due to pride, overspending, poor management etc. Maybe that's it. Poor management. The loss of all of these creative endeavors come from trying to push something that isn't ready and because it's not properly finished it fails to do anything worth while leaving me feeling empty and cold.

Overall not a bad reading. It's nice to know that I got plenty of ideas kicking in my head but the inability to focus has always been a problem. And having to be reminded that I need to balance things more is a lesson I'd wish I'd learn by now but c'est la vie.

[sohelish]

I feel like I couldn't always word it right... but what I've noticed is that tho hel may not be ro.mantically inclined, she can get attached. and attachment to her means something very particular... it includes people accepting her for who she is and trusting her to change at her own time and pace. since she has been perfectly well living, growing and changing on her own, technically she doesn't need company and yet she seeks it out.

I truly don't know if it's my personal issues with boundaries that often if not most of the time make me write hel against characters I create who want her to conform and change: aka, if you like me hel, then why are you so distant/why aren't you opening up to me more... to which hel's response is often - I have been there for you in the little things, and you never noticed, expecting the grand gesture. and I would tell you more if you payed attention and asked. (I literally cannot shake off writing her against company like that...)

altho hel has a point, I actually have a perfectly good answer to counter her thinking: they're not mind-readers, and hel so often forgets that she was written to be one, oof!! - perfectly intentional tunnel vision here.

trying to build a bridge towards this tho, I've noticed something else. I've stated multiple times that I can't write e.xplic.it content bc reasons, but also it's difficult to focus on helena's approach to it since she has rules: no s.ex with any colleague/adventure companion + one night stands only.

it just hit me yesterday that it's a brilliant mechanism that works in her distancing herself perfectly from possible attachment, and if she were to break these rules she would absolutely be forced to work on whichever relationship forms out of it due to her inability to deny the realism of the situation any longer.

how come it took me this long to recognise that she has an actual strategy that works? idk idk idk

I've ghost-written many scenes where someone would suggest a second night q.ui.ckie, and she would reply something like: friends with benefits don't work, attachment will follow, it depends on who inevitably gets hurt first, and who would go first about telling the other one off and living with it.

the better question is, how did I not take her seriously when it came to this?? actually psychologically important this!

[acalculatedfuture]

part 2 besties i love the sound of my own voice (i’m not actually talking but you get what i mean)

out of the 3 characters i mentioned i’ve already talked quite a few times about how the fandom idea of sycamore is infantilized incompetent and has heavy emphasis on his physical weakness and inability to defend himself because it’s inspired by the heteronormative idea that in a gay relationship between two men one of them has to play the role of the ‘woman’ with all the negative stereotypes that it implies, to the point where it’s the general idea of him even when he’s not written in a relationship with lysandre, and how the hate diantha gets from the fandom is heavily tied to the idea of power levels and revolves around the idea that people can use her as a stepping stone because saying that something’s ‘greater than diantha’ gives it credibility without actually having to explain what makes it good since she’s canonically very powerful but also no one’s going to defend her since she’s unpopular so that makes her a very easy target

(that was supposed to be a summarized version but i cannot shut up)

i haven’t talked much about malva but her stereotype in the fandom is a darker version of lysandre, someone with all of his flaws but none of his positive traits, specifically so she can be used as a foil for him and make all of his sympathetic traits stand out more, but on top of that she’s also written as a genderbent version of lysandre and there’s an interesting contrast here because the same traits that are used to make lysandre seem regal, imposing and charismatic are used to make malva shrewd, venomous and manipulative, with most of her ability to get people’s attention being because she’s attractive

and i mean malva’s design is a banger but if you took the same concept and made her a man or an older woman the sexpot baroness angle would be much less common and the focus on her journalist career would be much greater

because of that there’s a common link between the three in that they’re all blamed for lysandre’s actions as a way to make him less culpable in the viewer’s eyes, sycamore as the lover that fails to recognize his needs and pushes him further into his own darkness, diantha as the distant idol that doesn’t give him a chance and allows him to retreat further into extremism, and malva as the evil witch with a capital b who seduces him into becoming more and more corrupt, and how everything could’ve been avoided if they paid more attention to him and took care of his needs instead of goofing off with unimportant things like their own lives (or in malva’s case not making an attempt to avoid being hot and evil in his presence) and like the slut shaming approach is a lot more visible with malva but it’s definitely there with the other two as well like diantha being written as a vapid woman that gets by due to her good looks or the number 1 trigger for lysandre villain origin stories on ao3 and the likes being sycamore jilting him (whether figuratively or literally) and/or distracting himself with mundane, superfluous interests aka anything other than lysandre

[starcchild]

how would the events of cacw play out in the ikau then? would she try to convince t'challa not to kill bucky? would she ask natasha to get a team of their own? how would peter parker get involved? bc I don't think she would recruit a 15-year-old like her father did in canon, lmao. also it would be kind of funny that she did so whilst sleeping with quentin aka the person who will try to kill peter in the future. and she's isolated from rhodey who is in the team as well... idk.

((*cracks knuckles* okay, so fair warning this is all still sorta a wip since I need to rewrite the ikau from the beginning, and this may change depending on what happens before it/if I think of something else while writing! And I might be taking a hiatus next week instead of this week to focus specifically on it, but I'm not positive just yet sdfjdf

so, during this time as you've mentioned, Carter is sleeping with Quentin, and their relationship in general is actually gonna play a bit more of a role during this time. He's working for Stark Industries during that time and working on holographic illusion tech, but dreams of being bigger. But... he's limited by SI, because what he wants to do can be weaponizable, and he knows his project will be shut down if he reveals it, so he focuses on what they want instead. He's going for a... I'm going to have my cake and eat it too, kinda deal, where he gets his project with SI created and functional and out in the world, but then on the side, also working on his whole Mysterio thing, since he knows that "superhero" gig will definitely get him the attention he believes he deserves. Now, with Carter, he's absolutely using her, though there... might be some feelings there? It's complicated for both of them, but she doesn't realize he's mainly using her for his own gain, since she has access to tech he doesn't at SI, and she isn't seeing his goal. But, instead of using her to then throw her aside once he gets what he wants, he's trying to loop her into it - that she doesn't need the Avengers, she just needs him, and together, they can be unstoppable. She's confided in him that she feels like she's nothing without the Iron Man mantle, that Ross wants her off the team (which I'll touch upon here in a mo), so he's trying to get her to leave them behind and just be with him - that she doesn't need them if they're going to throw her away like that. But, with her thinking she has feelings for him and with them being fwbs (or fuck buddies, as that one anon so delicately put it dsfgjhfdsjh), her judgement is absolutely clouded, and doesn't see the red flags. But, she is hesitant to accept his offer, and keeps pulling back on that. Never outright refusing, but definitely avoiding. Frankly, the only thing that's keeping Quentin from pushing her aside completely because of her inability to decide is the nature of their relationship, which she also doesn't see. In general, their relationship is unhealthy and there is an imbalance, with Carter... not at all being in the right headspace to be in such a relationship and her failing to seek help and being prone to panic/lash out, and Quentin not really caring about her and using her in more ways than one while being incredibly possessive over her while making it clear she "wasn't his".

as for Rhodey, since I do wanna touch base on him and Carter for a hot sec, her isolation from him at this point is purely self-induced. Obadiah is dead at this point, but... Carter feels betrayed in a sense. In her eyes and from what she's been led to believe, he abandoned her. Twice. Now, currently, im3 happens the same time as cacw in the ikau, but in the rewrite, I'm going to be moving im3 back to when it happens in canon (so post the first Avengers), and Carter and Rhodey kinda reunite in it. It doesn't pan out the same as in canon, but similarly enough in certain aspects, and Carter believes she has her Uncle Rhodey back. That... he didn't mean to leave, and that things were going to be okay again. But Obadiah sweeps in and carefully isolates her once more, and... Carter blames herself. She thinks there's something wrong with her, because why else would Rhodey leave twice? She's angry at him, but mostly at herself, and it's... awkward. It's uncomfortable and everyone can see something's off with them. Rhodey tries reaching out to her following aou with Obadiah dead and him now being part of the team, but Carter pushes him away, and it's not going to be until after cacw do things begin to repair between them. But, with Rhodey joining the team, as well as Vision, Wanda, and Sam, Carter begins to feel expendable. She always felt that way, because Obadiah told her she was and she needed to watch herself, but after having other people join the team who could do what she does or do more, she... realizes she can be replaced, feels like she is going to be replaced, and that really feeds into her relationship with Quentin, since they get together sometime post-aou, though I will say they knew each other beforehand.

now with cacw overall, Lagos still happens, and Carter isn't involved. She's been growing more distant from the Avengers and from her position as Iron Man following aou, but isn't willing to give it up because, it is her identity - she's just more... hesitant about joining missions, and for that, she was assured she wouldn't be needed. That it would be simple enough, and the others could handle it just fine. Which... spoiler, things go very wrong, and it's just the kind of fuck up Ross was waiting for to come swooping in with the Accords. And Carter hates the Accords, but Ross more so. Ross... reminds her too much of Obadiah, and she's terrified of him but refuses to show it. However, despite her fear, she's hellbent on making his visits to the compound hell. She argues with him constantly during the meeting, even despite the others telling her to back off, though it's not really clear if her issues are solely with him, the Accords, or a mixture of both. She's also more volatile during this time in general, and has been since Obadiah's death and since she started seeing Quentin (not that that is known by the others), so her opinion... isn't really regarded as well as it would be if she were more stable/willing to not be as aggressive with him and everyone else. And, with her behavior and seeming inability/refusal to accept blame, Ross outright calls for her resignation. Something she's been terrified of for a long while. It shuts her up real fast, but with a general shock from the others and hesitation as to whether or not it's necessary... pushes her further away from them. But, despite her poor handling of the situation and her opinion generally being viewed as hotheaded, she does raise valid concerns with regards to their safety, the completion of the Accords, and the general issues of the UN handling them/the cooperation of 100+ countries on such a huge thing in such a short amount of time. This post sums up issues with the Accords as a whole and has points Carter would make, though warning for rape and genocide mention. I feel like I've talked about that before a lil more in-depth? but I can't find it rip fsdgjhfds

as for Peter, that's also on Ross. Ross in general has a larger role and is more antagonistic, but not an outright villain. That aside, he brings Spider-Man to the Avengers' attention, doesn't care they literally have no idea who that person is, and tells him this new "hero" is their responsibility now so they better figure it out with the Accords, since Spider-Man would also be affected. Maybe Natasha goes to talk to Peter once they figure out he's Spider-Man, or maybe even Hill idk, but Carter wants nothing to do with bringing a kid onto the team despite becoming an Avenger at 15 herself. But, overall, Carter's... more occupied with her resignation, since she knows that's not a choice like Ross is making it sound, an increasing tension between her and Quentin because he's now getting fed up with her refusal to give him an answer and her emotional baggage, and then the explosion during the UN conference supposedly caused by Bucky Barnes.

Carter knows Bucky was the Winter Soldier. She does not know he caused the death of her grandparents or father. She does not know Steve (and Natasha) are hiding more information from her (and probably the rest of the team by extension) regarding Bucky, despite Carter offering to help Steve's search for him. She may have her issues with the Avengers, both in her head and actual issues, but, again, she cares deeply for them, and does want to help. Because... if she was in Steve's position, and it was with her dad... she'd want the others to help her, too. But she also finds the whole thing... convenient. Because, Bucky, as the Winter Soldier, went decades being a ghost and... he now happens to be caught on camera? He now happens to be caught redhanded on such a huge explosion? It's not adding up but no one cares because, to them, it's incredibly cut-and-dry as to who caused the explosion and why, but she doesn't buy it and, once more, begins to make problems with Ross. She challenges him when she sees him next after Bucky's been detained, pissed off he also detained Steve and Sam in the process regardless of what they did being wrong, and hears alarm bells left and right the moment Bucky is being questioned. Something is clearly going wrong, no one wants to listen to some nineteen/twenty-year-old with anger issues, and then Bucky breaks out. The fights still happen, and I can still see Carter taking Tony's place in which Bucky, who's now wiped, try to kill her but her blocking it with the gauntlet, and then all that going down. Accords be damned, there are bigger issues to deal with involving Bucky, and now Steve and Sam who are off-radar.

but, as much as Carter would like to ignore them, the Accords are still an issue, and the team is heavily divided. Whether or not there's an actual fight between them... I honestly don't know, and I might leave that up in the air to vary from thread to thread. If the battle happens, it'll still be the same lineup team-wise, but Carter's not involved. She will not fight the other Avengers, and what was Team Iron Man is now Team Ross, as the fight is still based around who is for or against the Accords, and whether or not Bucky should be taken in. That's, of course, before it's revealed it was Zemo who wiped Bucky and who caused the explosion like in movie, but if the fight occurs, Carter is elsewhere. Not sure where, possibly either fighting the Accords against Ross elsewhere, or perhaps even dealing with whatever shit is happening with Quentin, but I'm leaning towards the former with struggling to deal with the politics of it all while the rest of the team hash it out. And cause more political problems. Because of course. She gets info on where Steve and Bucky are going from Sam, regardless of whether or not he's in the RAFT, and she follows after them.

in Siberia, Carter convinces Steve and Bucky she's not there to take Bucky back and is there to help them, and heads inside the abandoned facility, fully prepared for the fight of her life. Low and behold, all the other super soldiers are dead, and there's Zemo, hiding behind the viewing room or whatever, and with a little tv sitting out that he wants them to watch. And Carter gets to see the Winter Soldier (since she is aware Bucky is not the Winter Soldier and he was brainwashed into doing shit he had no control over) murder her grandparents, and then sees records of the Winter Soldier being the one responsible for the accident that killed her father and effectively ruined her life. Obadiah's involvement may or may not be revealed then.

Carter. Is. Furious. She's deeply betrayed by the fact Steve hid that from her, and it's the straw that breaks the camel's back. She wants to turn against him and Bucky - to lash out and make them understand how much she's hurting - but she doesn't. She knows better, she doesn't want to be like Obadiah who willingly hurts others, and instead directs her rage to Zemo. She tries shooting the glass he's behind, but it barely manages to stay intact, and she screams at him to come out and face them. Steve tries to talk to her, but she recoils and snaps at him, but then leaves - unable to be there any longer in fear of losing control of herself. T'Challa still realizes he was wrong about Bucky, and still brings him, Steve, and Zemo to Wakanda.

upon arriving back to the States without Steve or Bucky, Carter ignores the Avengers (at least, those who aren't locked up depending on if the fight happened), and is effectively on a warpath. She is going to tear the Accords apart, and is hellbent on bringing Ross down with them, and even her, if it ends up being her last hurrah of sorts. It might not be an actual battle, but she is fed up. She's sick of the politics, sick of being controlled, sick of being lied to... and the Accords are directly in her way. And Obadiah was not a good man, but Carter picked up a few of his tricks, and by digging up some of Ross's shady past (his manhunt for Bruce years ago, because I really have a hard time believing multiple countries would've been cool with the US sending in an army after one person and causing absolute destruction, so I hc that there was a lot of coverup on the US's part and on Ross's part, with the blame of the destruction falling on Bruce/the Hulk), and confronts Ross about it. He believes she's bluffing about having blackmail on him, and dismisses her. Carter shrugs, and the next morning the media is in a frenzy about Ross and the US, and every country in favor of the Accords start panicking. For starters, they were all in shaky agreeance at best because, well... each country had their own agency to begin with, because politics are messy enough in one country, let alone when over a hundred are involved in one thing, and the fact that the man spearheading it all had caused massive destruction in other countries and the US covered it up was not a good look, nor something that was a rallying call, and the Accords fell apart. There was no control, no agreement, and suddenly the Avengers were less of a problem when it felt like it might've been a scheme by the US for further control.

and it's exactly what Carter wanted to happen. She knew the Accords were going to fail eventually, she just... sped things up, and got a little dirty doing so. But... she doesn't feel good about it. She doesn't feel victorious. The Avengers were torn apart, and if the battle happened, she still has to deal with the ramifications of half of them being imprisoned on the RAFT and getting them out, if Steve and Natasha don't break them out a little bit later on. Her anger is gone, and she's... doing worse mentally and emotionally. She feels betrayed and used, and the next time she goes to visit Quentin, things... turn sour real fast. They get into a heated argument when he presses her again about leaving the Avengers to help him, because clearly the Avengers are a lost cause, and it's an epiphany through her paranoia for her because she finally realizes he doesn't care about her and that he was using her for his own gain. She's angry again, but this time far more hurt than angry, and finally ends things, and... realizes she has nowhere to go. No one to turn to.

that's when Rhodey comes back into the picture. Carter finally returns to the compound but is avoiding everyone, simply saying that Steve and Bucky were safe with T'Challa and that Zemo was apprehended, and it's... clear she's not okay. But she lashes out at anyone who won't leave her alone, so no one can really do anything for her, because she won't accept their help. For her, with suddenly feeling like she can't trust any of them and feeling like she doesn't belong, she decides to leave. It doesn't matter where, she's just... going to disappear. Rhodey catches her before she leaves, and although Carter is incredibly standoffish and reluctant to hear anything from him, he convinces her to at least go back to California with him, and... she does. She's broken at this point, and doesn't care about what happens to her anymore. If he's lying to her, fine, she's at least clear across the country from the others and can go elsewhere just fine. But, it's what she needs. Rhodey is able to get through to her, because Carter is desperate for someone to care. It doesn't matter who, she just... needs someone to care, someone who won't give up on her, and it helps that it's Rhodey, because she knew him. He had been there for her when she was a kid before Obadiah got in the way, and she had trusted him fully once before. And then Pepper steps back into the picture, as does Happy, and... Carter finally has that safety net. She has her family back, and she falls apart. It's rough and messy and it hurts, but it's the start of the healing that she desperately needed for years. She's no longer part of the Avengers and is back living in Tony's Malibu mansion (because that never gets destroyed in the ikau, since Carter won't be doxxing her childhood home's address), and is getting the help she needs professionally. She does end up returning to the compound on occasion later once she gets her head on somewhat straight at least, but is more of an engineer. She still has the suit and can fight just fine, but... she finally steps away from it in favor of herself.

also, just to cover it because I have a feeling it'll come up lol, Quentin is still fired from SI, but no one steals his tech. His work, all or some, might legally be under SI name because he worked for them, but that's a big might right there, but, to be blunt, he had his head way up his ass. Considering how he treated William and the others who worked with him in ffh, I'd imagine he had a few complaints against him to HR, and because he tried to have his cake and eat it to, it turned around and bit him instead. With his focus in two different areas, with him favoring his whole Mysterio thing instead of his actual work, he was let go, and Quentin was pissed. He blamed Carter, since it would've happened after she ended things with him, and believes she pulled a few strings for him to be fired, given he was working for her father's company. It doesn't matter she has no involvement in it and literally only shares a name, because he will not take blame for his own mistakes. He blames him, and with her stepping out of the limelight as Iron Man (he knows she was Iron Man, the public does not), he decides it's time for a new hero, and... it goes from there. EDITH isn't a thing, because Carter has no need or want to make such a thing, but Mysterio is, and so is his tech. His buddies are former SI employees who feel slighted by the company, so it all works out. I'm not sure if Carter would get involved or not with the ffh plot, but if she does, it wouldn't be until the final showdown, but Peter's identity wouldn't be revealed to the public, and Spider-Man wouldn't be painted as a villain by Quentin.

also also, because I wanna throw this out there, Carter does end up opening the mansion to the Avengers! It's way too big for just herself, but she doesn't want to give it up, so it's... a home away from home, so to speak, but more as a safehouse!

[wishfxljikan]

A Conjoined Reunion / The Final Frontier Chapter 1 / Drabble 2/4 - aka Silvanus finally being reunited by his thought to be dead Celebi and Dusknoir at long last. This is where he’s been, whoops (Will be reblogging this in the morning, too) Word Count - 1,854

Kicking beside a rock, the Grovyle, cloaked up in a day of gloomy, dark clouds and a drizzle of rain, Silvanus walks alongside Midnight Forest. It’s been a long time since he’s been here, it used to be a mystery dungeon, like many other places, now it’s just a place to sight-see. It’s a beautiful forest, and sometimes Latios is there at the end of it all. Hell, even so, Silvanus hasn’t seen them here in years, granted, he himself hasn’t been here in years either. Can’t blame him. But the past itself makes the Grovyle lament about certain things. This was where he first fought Darkrai, over a decade ago, and the madman had barely slipped from his grasps.

Had told him that he’d murdered Celebi and Dusknoir with ease. Silvanus screamed to not believe it, but—over the years? He’s never seen them since. And had given up all hope, choosing to finally move on from the pain and the mourning process to focus on further improving this universe to the best of his abilities. After awhile it became a tireless cycle of wanting to believe otherwise, but always going back to the task at hand, but now that Silvanus had all the time in the world to sit down and take it all in? It hurt. It really did hurt. Finding himself in a large clearing, a gentle sound of a waterfall, one that wasn’t here in his timeline, but, is in this one. He finds himself guiding himself over to the waterfall, and sitting himself down in the shallow creek before it.

A long, exasperated sigh, he’s going to sit there in silence for at least a couple of minutes, the evening sunset disrupts the night-time feeling of this forest, but the sun’s warmth, the skies beautiful autumn colors, it brings him to a state of peace for the time being. His soul for once feels as if it is at peace. So much so that Silvanus spaces out and hums out a soft tune, digits tapping gently against the water, He’s brought no instruments with him. It’s just the water, the sunset, and his own, soothing voice. All alone, with not a soul to hear him sing, not a soul to hear his harmonizing hums and vocalizations. Silvanus is under the impression that he is alone, that not a soul is watching, spacing out as he lays back, and brings himself to sing for the first time in months. His singing voice was slightly different than the other Gecko, but it was still as soothing as one may think.

“Alone I cry aloud—The Truth’s hid away and it can’t be found. Those ridiculed don’t have a place to call home—I try to remember, but no emotions come out. Why am I crying when I don’t have a reason to?”

Silvanus’ raw emotions with the singing shine through, what-ever he’s singing about, it’s sure to have symbolic meanings behind it all, there’s no real way to figure any of that out, getting onto his knees as his voice fills the forest, two figures don’t make themselves known as the gecko stares at his reflection as tears drip down his face—taking a deep breath as he continues, his resolve unwavering.

“I can’t feel the warmth of the weather or mankind-I can’t help but steer clear of their helping hands. Love keeps on oozing out of the open hole inside my chest—An eye peers in at me as I feel I’m about to die. “

It’s obvious he’s singing over his past, the times he has broken down, the eye of Darkrai looming over him, waiting to kill him before the gecko lashes back. It’s a crude, cruel game of tag. Silvanus and Darkrai constantly trying to get each other killed for the sake of the universe. One destroyer and one protector—one protector that couldn’t protect the ones he cares for the most. Silvanus picks up the pace and sings with an emotive rage towards his inabilities to save his friends.

“You appear before those who’ve given up, ALWAYS with that sneering face of yours, I wonder how I must look to someone like you. I take a deep breath, now I’m ready.”

As he’s standing up, he sings into the sky, eyes red, blistering with tears dripping down his face, water dripping from his entire body as it begins to finally rain down upon him, the sound of the rain vibrates as his eyes lock on to the two post important figures that he’d thought he’d lost so long ago, but the shock hasn’t fully set in, a mirage, a hallucination, a few times to blink and the familiar shadows aren’t the ones he hoped for them to be, just a couple of pokemon taking a stroll before running off as his gaze pierces through him, when they leave, Silvanus’ tone drops—

“Come on, I can’t remember a single role I was suited for——“

What he hadn’t realized… Was that he wasn’t hallucinating, for once he falls onto his knees, staring to the sky, soft sobs engulf his distinct vicinity. That Celebi and Dusknoir had revealed themselves to the Grovyle. Celebi notes all the similarities to their friend they’ve thought to be lost to time, had thought Palkia and Dialga were on about a different Grovyle altogether. No. This was THEIR Silvanus, This was their scarred, broken, Silvanus. They fly over to him at an instant, and Silvanus almost out of instinct looks up and falls backward due to the shock of the situation. They’re…alive… They’ve—been alive. Darkrai—his manipulations, his torture, all the abuse.

Not all of it was the truth, not all of it was to be believed. Dusknoir has the little scar over his stomach from his leaf blade, and Celebi’s small little burn scars from the electricity. This was them. They were alone, and Silvanus froze in utter shock over the realization that he should’ve never given up in the first place, he should’ve kept looking—he should’ve… should’ve…His hands ball up into a fist as he turns to them, he smiles, and then gives out. Not a word is spoken from either of the three, but Silvanus lays on the floor of the creek, facing up against the fading sunset and into the night. His two friends, thought to be lost from Darkrai, are standing here—floating, but still here. Silvanus is too far in a state of shock to understand they are here, he should’ve never given up his search for them. He’s got so many fucking questions but the first one to speak is surprisingly Dusknoir.

%”See, I told you he’d be here if you checked all his favorite spots.”%

&”OH quit it! He could’ve been anywhere!”&

Silvanus takes a moment to himself to take a couple breaths of fresh air. The only thing he can hear outside of the two of them jokingly bickering at each other is the soft flow of water from the waterfall nearby. Of course it was a good spot, it was one of the only quiet spots with a Waterfall and a good view, it marked off every figurative point on the metaphorical checklist for the Gecko to be here on the usual. Granted, he doesn’t usually travel out this way, but if..if he didn’t come here today—what’s the chances that they would’ve had to search several more years just to find him? What’s the chances that they’d never see him again?

It wracks at his brain thinking about these things, but just seeing that they’ve all proven Darkrai wrong just by surviving through the past decade and a half. Celebi looks honestly worried by the shock emitting from her best friend. And Dusknoir raises a brow at the Grovyle. They’ve changed oh so much, but so have they. Dusknoir, at first, well, he wanted to be alone, but as the months turned to years without the Grovyle in sight, Celebi had him join her on the search for him. And here they were, so many years later, face to face in the Midnight Forest.

“I... looked for you two for years.. and yet as soon as I give up, you pop up.”

&”Giving up? You? That’s not something you’d usually say, Silv!”& “Well when you deal with not only one murderous entity but five, and all of them love emotional manipulation, I.. I”

%”You don’t have think ‘bout that no more. We’re alive, you’re alive.”%  

Surprisingly, the air between the three of them hasn’t really changed all too much. Celebi constantly worrying about his well being and Dusknoir making sure he’s doing alright. Meanwhile Silvanus--he has barely anytime to think to himself about much of anything, He doesn’t know what’s exactly going through their minds right now but it’s got to be worry and relief at the same time. Celebi comes flying up and hugs him, while Dusknoir stops at the edges of the creek next to the waterfall, just a bit off. A soft chuckle-Silvanus gives out. He’s so much more scarred than Celebi remembers him to be.

“You’d blame me for saying that I was going through timelines and different worlds so often when I was working with Dialga, you could’ve just asked him.”

%”Celebi wanted it to be a challenge.”% &”I DID NOT. I JUST DIDN’T THINK OF ASKING!”& “Ah--C-Calm down you two.”

Wait...did Dusknoir say....we’re alive? Did he read through Silvanus’ panic about everything? How Darkrai manipulated and gaslight him time and time again into believing those two were dead? Maybe they..did the same into thinking Silvanus was dead? Sure, they weren’t going to prod at the dead bush about it, but all three of them almost put out a sigh of relief. Until Silvanus speaks.

“They..merged these timelines together. I don’t understand as to why. Maybe instability in one that needed ours to get it stable?”

&” To my understanding, from Palkia’s words, that’s correct.”& “Then...why’d they call it a gift?” %”I don’t know, your pendant is different. That’s one thing. It’s..Violet, no longer orange.”% &”Oh yeah! It is, it’s no longer green, either, it’s all Violet...wait.. Lendys? They merged you with a timeline that he’s alive in?! We have to go meet him!”& “Woah Woah Woah--Wait! I don’t even know where he is right now!, Celebi.” Silvanus chuckles. That’s right, he should introduce them to Lendys, but.. jeez he doesn’t even feel comfortable going through Treasure Town alone, but he has a feeling that won’t matter, Silvanus, Celebi and Dusknoir...reunited. He doesn’t have anything to fear. They’ll with him, beside him as they make their way through once more.

Together, this time. Silvanus gazes into the skies and smiles. It’s finally turning in his favor, it’s clearing up. It finally is. The road to happiness is coming, he can feel it. Now that he’s been reunited with his friends, now that he knows the truth of the timelines being merged, and now with wanting Celebi and Dusknoir to meet Lendys, there’s no way to let himself down now, smiling and chuckling, Celebi sees her friend smiling and flies around him, Dusknoir sporting a soft grin and scoff in jest.

Just like old times.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

You know? They're not my favorites but I would totally be down for a Asmo or Beel centered lesson. They kinda get shoved to the side too. I know Asmo had that little bit with the shadows section of 70 but a whole lesson of either of them I'd eat right up 😊 I loved Satan's centered lesson.

Yes I would love more lessons centered around them!

Though I'd argue that Levi should be the one who gets a centered lesson first.

Asmo and Beel both got lessons that more or less focused on them and their issues (Asmo's pact lesson, the popularity contest lesson and lesson 70) (Beel's pact lesson - where he opened up about Lilith, Thirteen's cave lesson, in S3 when Beel opened up about his backstory, a look at his greatest fear at the end of S3) but the closest we got to something like that with Levi was in the karaoke lesson with Diavolo.

We very rarely get to dig deeper into Levi as a character. Even his pact lesson was about TSL, rather than delving into his character like most of the others had. And in S2 when everyone was fighting and resolving their problems and so getting deeper character moments because of it, Levi was just chilling??

The other person I think we should get a focused lesson on is Mammon.

No. No. Wait. Listen to me first. I swear this isn't just me being a simp.

We have had many, many Mammon focused lessons.

But how many of them actually focused on his problems?

Even Levi's karaoke lesson focused on a couple of his problems. But Mammon, despite his very obvious issues, is always the problem solver and never gets to talk about himself.

(I'm talking about his problems with his family & the celestial realm not MC. Those two have no issues with talking and soothing things out between them)

We've had moments that skimmed some of these problems but we've never got a resolution like we did with the others:

• In S2 when he called out Lucifer. (He basically said that even if he put effort into something and did something good it'd never be enough for Lucifer) All the others got to talk and make up with the brother they fought with, while Mammon & Lucifer just ignored each other for a while and then went back to normal

• In S3 he says he holds no grudge against the Celestial Realm & Michael, then almost immediately proves himself wrong and we just never talk about that again?

And that's the closest we've ever gotten to talking about Mammon's deeper feelings/emotions/issues

And as frustrating as that is, it also infuriatingly makes sense story wise because Mammon's character in this regard can be easily summed up in that one Devilgram:

They had just Fallen. Aka lost their sister, lost their home, their bodies and magic had changed, they were now living with the people they had considered their mortal enemies throughout their entire lives, their desires were suddenly so much stronger and considered sins etc. Everyone was taking their time to feel all of that. The grief and self hatred and self doubt. Even Lucifer. Everyone except Mammon, who instantly went from looking after his younger brothers and soothing their nightmares to comforting and reassuring his older brother. Did he ever stop and take time for himself? To process things?

I'd bet anything that the answer is No.

This also feels connected to his inability to accept apologies without turning it around and accepting blame for whatever happened.

So it makes sense that he's never had his big emotional breakdown/moment in the story the way everyone else has because it's literally part of his character to lock up all his own problems and focus on everyone else

SIR, PLEASE. STOP. GET SOME HELP. GO TO THERAPY.

[lunaticsandidiots]

What would adrian be like with s/o that has asd/ADHD?? 💜

!!!!!! THIS TOPIC WAS MADE FOR ME BECAUSE I GOT THE 2 FOR 1 SPECIAL BABY !!!!!!

adrian with a neurodivergent s/o…

alright so, i feel like i say this in every single HC i write but i headcanon as adrian as neurodivergent (i mean, it’s been confirmed-ish from james gunn himself so).

i don’t know if he’d have a formal diagnosis or whether he’s just rawdogging it (shoutout to my buddies who r out here freestyling it rn i see u and im proud of u <3).

BUT when he met you, he’d be enraptured.

‘they’re…. they’re just like me… THEY’RE JUST LIKE ME FR!!!’.

if you’re not one to mask, he’d be instantly drawn to your bluntness, so relieved he doesn’t have to struggle to try and read you. all he wants to do is be around you.

if you’re like me and you don’t really have a ‘coherent’ train of thought (aka you speedrun through 15 seemingly unrelated topics in a minute), he’d be able to follow along just fine, maybe even finding it stimulating (and again relieving that he doesn’t need to force himself to focus on (1) singular topic for a billion years like everyone else wants to).

i think this is one of the rare occasions he might have A Thought™, mildly concerned as to why he feels SO comfortable around you (answer: its because he doesn’t have to mask in order for you to take him seriously).

you guys would definitely pick up each other’s stims, communicating half the time through random noises or quotes from tv shows that one of you picked up somewhere.

and if one of you did something cool on a mission, the rest of the gang would watch on in confusion (and amusement) as you both start doing his flappy arms.

(these ones)

i think the hardest parts would be the no-spoon days and the meltdowns, and that’d come down to how the other was feeling in the moment (and how well you knew each other).

in saying that, if you usually just need space to calm down, his inability to coddle people might actually work in your favour (we saw how he comforted chris). you definitely wouldn’t need to worry about him trying to hold you or asking you to explain.

i don’t think he’d be very… proactive about fixing whatever caused the meltdown, but if you’re able to choke out a few words regarding the issue (ie. the musics too loud), he’d be throwing the speaker out the window and smashing it to smithereens with a baseball bat in the blink of an eye. ‘it upset you, so it needs to go.’

your love language would definitely be info dumping about your special interests to each other.

adrian’s very particular about his interests, but even if yours wasn’t something he’d normally be interested in at all, i feel like just seeing the pure joy and passion in your eyes as you talk about your thing would make him want to hear all about it, asking questions to watch you talk more and surprising you with little gifts related to it.

(all subconscious btw, i cant see him actively thinking ‘oh they like this thing, i can be thoughtful about it by doing xyz!’, i think he’d just be so fucking obsessed with seeing you so excited about something that he’d do anything he could to see it again).

also, don’t expect him to bring any sort of order or organisation to the table. it might make things hard at times - if the both of you were struggling a little more at the same time, there might be the potential for miscommunications or meltdowns because of something broken, forgotten or lost.

but he always says exactly what’s on his mind, that’s one thing he can do, so you’re always going to get a straight forward answer from him, and i feel like he’d appreciate the fact that you’re more inclined to be the same way.

[aspoonofsugar]

What do you think are Salem's flaws?

Hello anon and sorry for the wait!

So, actually, it has been a while since I watched The Lost Fable, so take this answer with a grain of salt.

At her root, I think Salem embodies the anti-theme of the series on many levels:

First of all, the whole series is basically a thematic conflict between Salem and Ozpin:

Salem: But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone... darkness will return. So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called "free world", but take heed... there will be no victory in strength.

Ozpin: But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten. Things that require a smaller, more honest soul.

Salem: A smaller, more honest soul... It's true that a simple spark can ignite hope, breathe fire into the hearts of the weary. The ability to derive strength from hope is undoubtedly mankind's greatest attribute. Which is why I will focus all of my power... to snuff it out.

Salem thinks humanity is worthless hence it should disappear. Ozpin instead thinks that even if flawed there is still value in it. Specifically there is value in simple souls that inspire others to be better and not because it is easy, smart or will automatically lead to happiness. Simply because it is right.

It is because of this difference that Salem wants to destroy humanity and does her best to manipulate and divide people, while Ozpin wants to save humanity and tries to bring unity and peace.

This is literally the thematic set-up of the series.

At the same time, as the story goes on we discover things to be a little bit more complex. For example, we realize Salem and Ozpin are deep down playing at being Gods:

To be more specific, Salem is playing the part of the God of Darkness, while Oz the one of the God of Light. This is shown even in little details. For example, Light and Darkness give humans 4 gifts, while Salem and Ozpin have 4 daughters able to bring a little magic back into the world (aren’t children gifts after all?). However, after their fight the girls all die. Even there, we have Ozpin that, like the God of Light with the relics, tries to metaphorically bring them back through the 4 maidens, girls able to use magic that protect the world. Except that both the Maidens and the Relics end up creating more problems than anything else :P.

So, here comes the main problem with both Salem and Ozpin. They are humans playing Gods.

So, Salem’s main problem is that she is a human that forgets her own humanity and negates it.... hence why symbolically she has yet not conquered the Gods’ curse, which says specifically this:

God of Light: You must learn the importance of life and death. Only then may you rest.

Understanding the cycle of life and death does not mean to wish for death... it means to understand humanity... aka to accept death and to love life. However, Salem does the exact opposite:

Jinn: She was wrong. This force of pure destruction could not destroy a being of infinite life. Instead, it created a being of infinite life with a desire for pure destruction.

She is an immortal being that wishes for destruction. She literally goes from refusing death to glorifying it.... hence she is still not able to understand the whole cycle properly.

This inability is psychologically born from trauma. To be more specific grief + abuse are at the centre of Salem’s backstory (and aren’t these 2 ideas also central in Cinder’s backstory + Blake and Weiss (abuse) and Yang and Ruby (grief)?).

As a matter of fact Salem’s whole story starts with grief. Her mother’s death while giving birth to her is what leads Salem’s father to close her in a tower with the excuse to selfishly protect her.

Salem’s father mistakes control for protection and never gets over his wife’s death. Well, he ends up passing these 2 flaws on Salem as well. Salem mistakes control for freedom and is unable to get over Ozma’s death.

She has lived her whole life controlled, so once she is fred from the Tower she feels she has all the rights to be in control over the rest of her life. Even if it means controlling her loved ones and life and death themselves.

Obviously, this is impossible and she ends up projecting on others her wish for control and resentment. She tries to manipulate the Gods (which are assholes, but also symbols of balance) to the point the cycle is almost broken (not sure of what happens if the Gods fight, but probably nothing good... or maybe they need a fucking fight to create a new equilibrium... really not sure). And once she is stuck in her curse, that she feels it is basically an extension of her father’s abuse (protection over freedom becomes immortality over freedom), she chooses to drag the rest of humanity in her own mess:

Jinn: The Gods had hoped that Salem would learn from her eternal curse, and she did. She learned that the hearts of men are easily swayed.

Salem is honestly never a heroic figure. She is sympathetic sure, but she is also extremely selfish. She feels no guilt (that we have seen) about the heroes that die for her sake or the humans she manipulates into a war impossible to win. This is highlighted by Jinn as well:

Jinn: She cursed the Gods. She cursed the universe. She cursed everything, everything but herself. She wandered the face of the planet, awaiting a death that would never come...

So, Salem is selfish, controlling and can’t accept death. Other than these flaws there is another one (she shares with Ozpin):

Jinn: As Salem and Ozma recounted the events which had brought them back together, each withheld parts of their story. Salem, fearing Ozma would reject her, blamed the end of the world on the Gods. Ozma, still unsure of where the truth lay, kept his task and the Relics a secret.

Probably their whole love story was meant to end badly either way. That said, Jinn also highlights that even during their idilliac reunion, neither Salem nor Ozpin are completely honest with the others. And a relationship with no trust is bound to fail.

So, Salem is a character that takes what the protagonists stand for and turned it all upside down. The protagonists believe in the good of humanity and that it is worth to fight for a better world. Salem thinks the world is just a Remnant and it is not worth saving. She is unable to overcome grief and from abused has become an abuser. She is manipulative and controlling of others, even her supposed loved ones. She lacks trust and in the end she makes everything about herself. This last trait is not even something she aquired with time, but it is something she has always had, even if it clearly has its roots in her upbrining.

Symbolically, she is really alchemy inverted. Alchemy is destruction (separa) that leads to creation (coagula), while Salem is literally creation (a being of infinite life) that brings destruction.

Finally, she is clearly an incarnation of all negative emotions that if unchecked can lead someone astray. She is grief, trauma, hate and fear. She is what the Grimm feeds on and what divides people and kingdoms.

These are some random thoughts about Salem as for now!

Thank you for the ask!

[hazelcephalopod]

The Eye of the World Ch 8-11

Disclaimer: this is my first read thru but I’ve watched the first 4 episodes of the show and been spoiled on some things. So… I’m going to lean into that. Enjoy figuring out what I know and what I think in know and what I don’t. Also s/x I add commentary when I edit.

Spoilers for the first book under the cut.

Previews:

Ch 9, “the real beginning”.

ch 10, Have I been spelling Moiraine wrong? Don’t worry about it. It’s fine now.

Immediate impression: This was a tense section! Really gets across that yes they need to go and go quickly and they take it very seriously. Aka “yes we have to run. No, we are not stopping.”

Ch 8

Dude I know you’re going thru it. But he raised you for your entire however many years of life. He’s your dad.

Damn Rand does not like magic. Honestly… I’m interpreting it it as an even greater foreboding than the average person in his case

Jordan: did you notice this thing? Are you sure? Just to be clear you got that right?

… and I’m not even mad honestly I’m still having fun with it. Like, it’s kinda endearing

Oh so Ravens are literally kinda on the side of evil here. Ok. (Or at least even Moiraine thinks so)

Also. Moraine just being the best. She does want to help!

Yup. Doesn’t matter if you walk in the Light. Or not. That tracks. (Certainly helps to not walk directly into the darkness, I imagine.)

Cool. Magic items!

Oh shit. Eyeless! I mean I knew but now I know. And even Lan is afraid of them.

Oof. ‘Well I healed you dad now… uh you’re going to have to leave the only home you’ve ever known and never planned on leaving forever’

Ah yes that Two River stubbornness. Argue and deny until there’s no room left to do so at all

Lol. ‘Yea uh come to the city of the magic women you and everyone else don’t really trust’

Also Moraine is for sure being a bit sly here.

Really? Well you are young

“He had to trust the Aes Sedai” -eotw (Rand). Mmm bad vibes

Yes I’m sure she doesn’t notice any of those looks Mayor

Yes! Get more confirmation.

I trust Moraine. That does not meant Rand should

Yup. Sleep. Glad we finally got there

Yes! What did I say? Hmm? We got there too! He’s your dad!

Ch 9

What? Fast forward? Dream? My moneys on dream

Oh no, this is a nightmare

I’d make a pithy comment about Shai’tan but I know enough of the lore of this world. Like… yup like the real world. Hint hint.

Oh… uh a better dream?

Nope. Not that much better after all!

Ok so… “He could not remember the face, except as terror.” Rand’s dream, I have thoughts. I’ll place them here and elsewhere. I’m the show… I don’t hate the design of scary dream guy but… like I don’t think I’d have shown his face at all? Instead focus on the dreamers face in horror and fear whenever anyone looks at it, lean into the inability of the human mind to look upon it. That’s it. Could be worse but there’s my 2 cents.

And the dream shifts again.

Trap. It’s trying to keep him. So, trap

Ok maybe not the trap I thought but still a trap. Destiny is a cage

Oh no I was right the first time. Trap trap. Always trust your instincts!

Destiny is still a cage tho

And he’s actually awake. No not inception jokes. Eff that

Night falls. Time to go!

“Apparently he had slept with the sword hilt jabbing him in the ribs.” Oww. I know it’s the blunt end but still (&…)

Food!

He actually gets to talk to his dad!? Yes! I’m so happy for them!

“We’re luckier than some…” -Rand to Tam about the farm. And it’s genuinely optimistic too. Which is nice

Right? Remember exact words? No. Absolutely not

Tam always with the good advice honestly. Dude be careful around everyone tho

Yes! Tam also nails that one. Be careful.

Maybe just a friend. Ya know. That’s all some people want. A friend, with a sword.

Oh no. Mat…

But yay May?! At least he’s here. Where’s Perrin?

Ah. Scared people trouble.

Mayor Bran continues to be the best

‘Al’ does mean either ‘son of’ then!

If you wanted the deep lore look no further. (I do want the deep lore!)

“This was the real beginning…” it’s chapter nine I remind you

Ch 10

Have I been spelling Moiraine wrong? Don’t worry about it. It’s fine now.

I’m told it’s the real beginning. Once again.

Btw. Im really curious to see how Egwene and Nynaeve get in on this trip. I’m guessing to go after them and bring them back

Perrin!

Ohhh! I’m wrong -on one account. Of course Egwene knows. She listens in! I’m proud of her

Thoms coming too! Oh yesss. I did like him, despite his flaws

And I’m continuing to like him by the minute

Oh right Bela!

“We will look after each other.” -Egwene. It’s what people need to do

Just a militia

Oh scary bird thing.

No immediate explanation on whatever a Draghkar is? That’s honestly one of the scarier things that has happened! Like… it’s that bad and things are that dangerous? No three page explaination of it’s entire history (for the record I am a bit disappointed. I like the lore)

Ch 11

Egwene not important?!

Also he seems nearly as worried about Bela (a horse) as Egwene lol

Food! Also a village. No not to stop at!

Idk seems like Tar Valon is a long way. Probably gonna have to rest somewhere at some point

Creepy fog becomes friendly mist!

Oh Taren Ferry is like a whole town here! Cool

Oh that ferry is going tonight

Fear and money go a long way

Oh lol. He has to get everyone up. Idk if everyone is people or horses but all the same.

Also all the horrifying screams throughout the chapter and barking dogs.

[superhusbands4ever]

DinLuke (Skydalorian) Fic Rec List

Hello all! Like many of us, I have fallen into Dinluke hell since the season 2 finale of The Mandalorian, so I have compiled a list of Dinluke fics that I love for you all to read. I’ve sorted them by series, and long fics, and one-shots. Incomplete/in-progress fics are marked with **. If you are like me and you absolutely LOVE force-sensitive Din Djarin, those fics will be bolded. If you want a rec list of just force-sensitive Din fics, let me know!

Enjoy!

Series

**Seperate Ways by PepperPrints - Explicit - iconic, exquisite, 1000/10, peak art, would recommend

With Moff Gideon defeated and the Darksaber reclaimed, the rumours of newly named Mand'alor Din Djarin spread through the galaxy... along with the stories of the Child he carries with him. Determined to meet him, Luke Skywalker arrives on Mandalore -- but before he can get any closer, he has to prove himself worthy of Mandalorian standards. 

**Skydalorian by Celestial_Alignment - Explicit

What if Din and Luke met pre-episode 4 and continued to run into each other through the years.

The Mandalorian ends up at Tosche Station and meets a desert youth who is apparently named "Wormie."

**The Vanishing Breed Series by @dosmit-raeh - Mature

The first thing Din noticed was the fire in the hearth. Near the hearth was a small, handmade crib, and from the crib came an excited cry. It spread through Din's chest like a bloodstain, perhaps it had in fact pierced his heart. He knew that little voice.

“Hey, you,” said Din softly. He dropped to his knees as the Kid scrambled out of the crib and scampered to him, crawling into his lap and burbling happily.

“That’s the most excited I’ve seen him in months,” said Skywalker. Din hadn’t even noticed him sitting across the room at a rough-hewn wooden table, nursing a cup of something. He wore the same carefully neutral expression he'd had on Gideon's ship, but his clothes were now desert-colored and hung loose around Skywalker's wiry frame. His hair was in disarray and it made him look much younger than he'd seemed on the ship; there, he'd seemed world-weary and ancient. Now, Din felt an insane need to protect.

Skywalker raised his cup at Din in greeting, a lopsided smile on his face. “He’s missed you," he said.

“Feeling’s mutual,” said Din gruffly.

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The Mandalorian becomes Din Djarin. Din Djarin becomes.

(Luke helps.)

**Beskar and Kyber by Insomniac_with_dreams - Not Rated

“This is going to be awkward,” Luke sighs down at the baby in his arms. R2 beeps besides him and Luke nods in agreement. “Nothing to do but go back.”

His X-Wing is almost completely dismantled, sparking where wires hang limply. There is no way he’s getting off of this cruiser until it’s repaired. There aren't even any escape pods on board all of the docking bays empty. He hadn’t anticipated this, and now he was going to have to walk back to the bridge with the baby and explain himself to a heartbroken Mandalorian.

**you and i have memories by itBlackLeader - General

“What are you doing ?” A quiet voice asks behind his back.

Luke only responds with hums of contentment and a gentle tap on the grassy ground next to him.

(Luke and Din enjoy a quiet evening.)

Long Fic (Multi-chapter & 10K+)

Smoke Signals by Thestorans - Explicit - 23.5K

"Din Djarin"

He hears his name and it scares him enough to throw up his blaster, finger hovering over the trigger that is pointed right at Luke Skywalker's heart.

(or the one where a Jedi meets a Mandalorian and things get complicated.)

More Than His Armor by twoseas - Teen - 12.6K

Din visits Grogu at Luke’s academy more than any other parent. Luke isn’t complaining.

**Fates of the Force by starkjoy - Explicit

Six months after Grogu's rescue, an unexpected encounter launches Din on a quest throughout the galaxy alongside Jedi Master Luke Skywalker—a journey that may alter their fates forever.

the warmest bed i’ve ever known by ceedawkes - Explicit - 11.5K

pre-original series, din djarin is injured on a remote planet and found by an incessantly chatty farm boy named luke skywalker || i won't ask you to wait, if you don't ask me to stay || aka "making out with hot farm boys doesn't count as breaking the creed if he's blindfolded during it". edit 12/29: now with a post-series chapter 2.

**Worlds Apart by PepperPrints - Teen - honestly an absolute favorite, it only has 3 chapters so far but I’ve already re-read each one a million times

Having safely delivered the Child, Mand'alor Din Djarin inherits the Darksaber, a ruined planet, and the burden of Moff Gideon's fate. That burden brings Din to the New Republic on Coruscant, where he's thrown into a shimmering world of galactic politics even less familiar to him than the planet meant to be his home.

Din isn't the only one on Coruscant with his hands full of a once forgotten order - the Jedi is here too, and as their paths cross, Din will be forced to navigate both what's expected of him, and what he wants.

**we could be enough by @snap-dragon-pop - Teen

Din Djarin fights a war he never wanted to be a part of, and Luke Skywalker slowly makes a place for himself in a family he never knew he needed.

**he feels like home by bilgegungorenoo - Teen

Luke is in love.

And Leia doesn’t even need her strong Force bond with her twin to know that.

Or, 5 times people try to convince Luke to ask Din out, and 1 time Din takes it upon himself to do it.

**Family is a Funny Thing by SkylaDoragono - Mature

He promised the child he would see him again; he just didn't realize how hard it would be for him to stay away, even with the responsibility that came with the Darksaber breathing down his neck.

**Kir’manir by @iamonewithyouandyouarewithme - Teen - this one is one of my top 5 favorites already and it only has 2 chapters so far lol

He lets go of everything.

He reunites with his son, sees with his own eyes that he is safe, and just as quickly loses him again.

He gives the child to the Jedi, watches them prepare to leave. He sins, removes his helmet; feels the faintest touch of his son's tiny hand against his tired skin.

And then Bo-Katan shoots the Jedi in the back.

**For All The Things My Eyes Have Seen by Strawbebbi_Daiuiri - Teen

“He missed you.” The Jedi laughed. For a moment, Din didn’t respond, too wrapped up in the moment. Not that he probably would’ve responded anyways, but his focus was on the child in his arms. The feel of the other man’s stare, however, brought him back to where he was. ---- Or, the one where Luke and Din don't realize they're in love with each other for way too long and raise children together.

**no path runs smooth series by @andillwriteyouatragedy - General

"I don't know what game you're playing, here, but you know you have to go with the Jedi. This is your destiny."

"Luke." Din looks up to the Jedi, scanning him through his visor. As if he can see his face — and Din hopes even the most powerful Jedis can't see through beskar — the Jedi smiles at him again. He clarifies, "The Jedi? Has a name. I'm Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin."

One Shots

HOT SINGLE DAD IN YOUR AREA NEEDS YOUR HELP by coldishcase - Teen - crackfest but honestly relatable and funny as hell

A bright red box appears in Luke's vision, declaring in big, bold basic lettering: "HOT SINGLE DAD IN YOUR AREA NEEDS YOUR HELP." He's seen several just like it by this point, each more insistent than the last.

Someone needs his help, apparently. They sure have an interesting way of asking him for it, though.

How (Not) to Meet Your Son’s Boyfriend by fifteenminutesoffame - Not Rated

“You’re blocking the sunlight,” Obi-Wan chides, cast in shadow from Anakin’s hovering, his eyes still closed.

“Will you pay attention?” Anakin snaps. “Luke has made me a grandfather.”

i think i’m gonna marry you by snapdragonpop007 - General

It is an ancient tradition on Mandalore, that before you can ask for someone’s hand in marriage, you first have to defeat them in battle to prove your abilities to care for and provide for the family you’ll have. If you are not a capable warrior, you are not a capable spouse.

Luke didn't realize he had already skipped that step.

Got Me Hypnotized (So Mesmerized) by wasted_wallflower - Teen

“Thanks. For what you’re doing, I mean.” The words come out stilted and slow, and not for the first time, Din curses his inability to talk to people like a normal person. Luke Skywalker smiles at him, ducking his head with an undoubtedly bashful expression on his face, while the kid (Grogu, he reminds himself) chatters between them. “You’re welcome.” He says, that smile still on his face, and oh.

Oh no.

Din Djarin does not have a crush, despite what everyone else thinks. Enter Luke Skywalker.