#I need to make this a tag because i tried to find the OG post for a while and Tumblr's terrible search made that so difficult

[runefactorynonsense]

time loop theory? 👀

You made my day, Anon

I haven't talked about this much publicly because it's an idea I do want to write, but it stemmed from a simple conversation I once had with my significant other, Frank the Enabler™️[aka @adhd-trash-mammal ♥ ][Credit must be given to them for SO much talking about this idea]

(Screenshot of the original post as that's it, that's all the content)

It's since become an idea that lives rent free in my head, how the Time Loop began, how Mist and Ivan become aware, how others might later become aware, how that explains Mist's "old game tutorial dialogue" in a new light, how it looks at Ivan vanishing from the entire middle of the plot...

Replaying the first game with this silly idea in mind really gives some fun new perspective to the dialogue limitations of what is now an ancient game. Mist isn't stuck with line number whatever; she knows she needs to tell you something...

(And when she's surprised that you beat the Tank? The strangest dialogue in the game, like she knows something?)

And thus drawing Mist and Raguna standing in front of the Kardia house, on days both implied to be Spring 1, gave me vibes of my theory... because weather in those days is also important.

Genuinely. It's now a favorite thought train of mine. I have endless notes and two documents for the story started, I just lost steam last year when they got corrupted and I lost some writing. But it's a 4 part idea I want to do (1 part for each "awares" person) at some point, so I'm afraid I won't elaborate specifics any further here on Tumblr

But yes!!! That theory!

[deadsetobsessions]

Lost my shit giggling at Triplet!Tim but also heartbroke? Your most recent post about Bruce finding out is the first I've seen of it, so apologies if you've already answered this! What if Alfred has known since the first time he met one of the other brothers tagged in as Tim? If so he never spilled the beans, would he have tried to compensate in his care in that case?

Hi!

Personally, I’d think that Alfred wouldn’t know about it. But, he’s be the first one to find out. I mean, I’m totally aware he’s trained as a spy and I love him, but to me it’s funnier if he had no clue. It’d be a combination of things, from the triplets having acted as a cohesive Tim unit for the entirety of their lives, the Tims playing chicken, and Alfred’s grief+trying to keep Bruce from dying would distract him enough from finding out. Logistically though, he’d definitely find out first simply because he’s in close proximity and not half dead from running around as a grief stricken vigilante bat guy.

But! If he did know about it, I’d think he’d be like “oh, master Tim, you’re too skinny! You have to eat well to be a vigilante.” And then he’d pack enough food + drive them over to the house. And he’d take notes of which “Tim” it is and their preferred tastes (Archy can’t handle bell peppers, Tim prefers chamomile tea, and Lionel is hungrier than the both of them). And he’d make medical files for all of them, because they get different injuries and therefore needs different recovery times. He’d probably eventually tell them he knows, probably before Jason comes back, and he’d totally help them keep the secret because Alfred is like the OG petty revenge king. He’d be like, “well, master Bruce, if you weren’t busy flinging yourself off of tall buildings and trying to fight the entirety of Gotham’s Underworld with your bare hands, perhaps you’d notice things with more clarity.”

Thank you for the ask!

[falling-star-cygnus]

Lu Guang Vs. The Kitty Allegations

that's right, it's getting a fic adaptation!!! -> i've been trying to make a tag on ao3 based off Lu Guang having rather cat-like mannerisms and decided, well, why not make a fic??

so~ i hope it brings you some joy in these trying s3 times! ↑ posts about it: eyeshine, pokémon, og agenda, cuddlebug

It started with a comment.

An innocent comment! A single text from his sister that sparked up the bet for proof! Or- more proof. They were already pretty sure, but hey-!

Cheng Xiaoshi wasn't going to turn down more pictures! It was only natural, expected even, that a photographer such as himself would want to photograph beautiful- er..

Cute- ...hm..

Attractive...?

There... wasn't really a normal way to phrase that, was there. Even in the safety of his own mind.

Well.

Regardless! The siblings made a list of trials that they- or he- were going to take pictures of.

Every. Single. One.

Every single instance of cat-like behavior and cliches, Cheng Xiaoshi was going to see it all.

Trial 1: Yarn

"Guangguang, hold this! Oh-"

...Cheng Xiaoshi reeaally needed to learn to stop throwing things at his friend..

The ball of yarn- because what better cliche was there to start with- bounces off the middle of Lu Guang's forehead.

It's thankfully leagues softer than the basketball ever was [yeah, the 'ever so charitable Guangguang' won't let him forget about that. Ever], and it rolls onto the floor like something out of that one American horror movie.

He shouldn't laugh. He really, really shouldn't- but... his fair friend was making such a disgruntled expression! His kitten grey eyes were wide and confused, darting from Cheng Xiaoshi to the floor, his brows just beginning to furrow.

"Did you just-"

Cheng Xiaoshi was just a man.

"I'm so- snrrk- I'm so sorr-" cackles slip out between words, and Cheng Xiaoshi finds himself doubling over his knees, "I'm sorry- your face, bahaha- your face...! I'm sorry-"

He valiantly tries to heave in a deep breath.

And promptly loses it again under Lu Guang's judgmental stare.

"BAHAHA-"

"Are you done!?"

Cheng Xiaoshi laughs until he's got a stitch, until Lu Guang is red in the face with embarrassed not-quite-anger, before he finally finally calms down enough to explain himself.

Or- attempt to explain himself.

But his fair haired friend is leaning down to pick up the fallen ball of yarn, and he looks at the thing with a confused tilt of his head. It unravels just the smallest bit to catch on his blue and white sleeve.

On Cheng Xiaoshi's blue and white sleeve, because his friend was wearing his jacket.

That... huh.

thump-thump.

It was big on him, and comfortably so, but the fabric hangs down to Lu Guang's knuckles.

"Is- that my jacket?"

...

NO SHIT IT'S HIS JACKET!?

Cheng Xiaoshi mentally hits himself over the head, screaming internal expletives at asking such an obvious question. He never knew what would send his friend back into his hard-to-crack shell, what if-

"Huh? Yeah," Lu Guang states plainly, his kitten grey eyes looking over his outfit- his stolen outfit, "We've shared clothes before, so I didn't think you'd mind."

And then suddenly he looks nervous. Or- nervous adjacent, this was still Lu Guang.

But he had that same shifty look on his face that he did before he ended up tripping over himself trying to run away.

"Do.. you mind? I can take it off-"

"NO!"

Okay a little too eager there, Xiaoshi. But somehow a jacket felt far more intimate to share than a shirt did. [Boyfriend shirt. THEY WEREN'T DATING!?]

"I mean- no, no, it's fine!" he really was a bad liar, "It's been colder lately."

They were quite literally in the middle of summer.

Lu Guang raises a singular, unfairly [In Cheng Xiaoshi's reliable opinion] judgmental grey brow, but- thankfully- he drops it. That was the great thing about being friends with the fair haired boy; he had his secrets, so he let his dark haired friend keep his.

Equality of the secrets.

The ball of red yarn, still carefully cradled in slender fingers, gets shifted between palms as Lu Guang turns his attention back to it.

"So.. why did you throw yarn at-"

click!

They stare at each other.

Cheng Xiaoshi backs up a step.

"Delete that." his friend says, his tone cool and even like the perfect pretty bastard he was.

His feet take him cautiously to the door, keeping his eyes trained on Lu Guang like he was a feral animal.

"Cheng Xiaoshi-"

step, step, step.

"Xiaoshi."

The pale haired boy advances a single step, and Cheng Xiaoshi books it. Lu Guang gives chase, his pretty face painted in shades of vibrant reds.

"DELETE IT!"

"NEVER!"

Trial 2: Jingle Jingle

Okay the second trial wasn't even Cheng Xiaoshi's fault.

Mostly.

Look, it wasn't his fault his best friend had an attention span the size of a pop-eyed goldfish. Well- at least, for conversations anyway. He could read his novels for hours.

But the dark haired boy was hungry damnit. And it was rude to order without making sure his twig-ass roommate got something too.

"Guangguang."

"Mm?"

His kitten grey eyes don't even glance up.

"I'm going to get food, do you want anything?"

No response.

"Lu Guang." seriously... how did people think this guy was anymore put together then the rest of 'em.

"Huh? Oh- yeah, sure." he says, barely gracing his best friend with his gaze.

Cheng Xiaoshi waits.

And that's all he gets.

At this point, he's around 98% sure his fair friend hadn't absorbed any of their conversation. The air is only broken by the occasional rustle of old pages.

"Okay, what do you want?"

"Mhm."

Okay then.

Whatever, the dark-haired boy finally forfeits, rubbing the bridge of his nose, I know him well enough to get him something an-

jingle

Lu Guang looks up.

...Cheng Xiaoshi stills his hand atop the table.

Lu Guang looks back down.

....there was no goddamn way.

The key, and their uneven ridges, dig into the dark haired boys fingers- sitting oh so innocently. There was simply no goddamn way that-

jingle

Again, kitten grey eyes meet bewildered charcoal brown.

No.

The attention lasts about a second before Cheng Xiaoshi starts to lose him again.

"Hey- Lu Guang," he tries, picking his new weapon up by the ring.

His fair friend hums his acknowledgement, already lost among paper words and scenes. Cheng XIaoshi takes a deep breath.

jingle

"What?" Lu Guang asks, and it's a goddamn miracle.

"I'm going out for food," he repeats, trying so so hard to tamp down on his glee, "What do you want?"

jingle

"...what are you doing?"

Goddamn pretty bastard, always knowing the nuances of his best friend. Shit.

That was his 'suspicious' voice, and while it was mostly directed at most [all] strangers, Xiaoshi has been on the receiving end of it often enough. Mostly when he was scheming.

Always when he was scheming. [seriously, how did he always know-]

"Nothing?" his voice does not pitch up, no, "What do you want to eat?"

Lu Guang narrows his eyes at the dark haired boy, with the cutest scrunch starting to form on the bridge of his nose. His suspicious scrunch.

He starts to look back at his novel.

No, no, no-

jingle

"Eh- huh? Whatever you want is fine, I guess. Don't overspend."

Well.

Better then nothing.

Cheng Xiaoshi shouts out a farewell to muffle the shutter of his phone camera and flees.

There was no way he was losing proof of that nose scrunch.

Trial 3: Affection [but only on his terms] +Sunbathing?

The third trial was really more just a fact of life.

Sunflowers turn towards the sun [or each other, if it couldn't be found], Qiao Ling was a master of extortion, milk tea was delicious [even moreso with his friends], and Lu Guang was incredibly

irrevocably

clingy.

AT THE WORST TIMES.

Sure, sure, he'll act all aloof and independent when there's more than one person in the room. But the second you leave him alone for any stretch of time, suddenly it's a problem.

Cheng Xiaoshi had been trying to weasel a cuddle out of his best friend all day, in all different spaces!

The counter, which was met with a palm to his face. And... fair, to be honest... he didn't know what he thought was gonna happen when he did that where anybody could walk in.

The darkroom- which was met with a second of allowed contact before he suddenly was making a quick exit. [Xiaoshi doesn't know why Lu Guang hated the darkroom so much.. maybe he was claustrophobic?]

Their desk, but Lu Guang was immersed in a photo and it felt- wrong, to take advantage of that.

Cheng Xiaoshi stopped trying out of guilt.

But now, after all those failed attempts, now was when his roommate decided he wanted to be close.

Right when the dark haired boy was going to play his mobile game.

He had finished all his work [with the obvious assistance], there were no more chores that needed to be done [as if, when one lived with a clean freak], and the. Store. Was. Closed.

There were no responsibilities, no expectations- just Xiaoshi, the couch, and his phone.

And Lu Guang apparently.

Sprawled atop his chest like the spoiled princess he was.

The dark-haired boy's view, or would-be view, is blocked by a floof of white hair that decidedly does not taste as good as it smells.

How did this even happen?

"Move over." "What? No, I got here first!" "You sound like a child, we can share the couch-" "Or you could sit in the chair-" "Move over, or I'm going to lie on top of you." "...you wouldn't-"

Ah.

Right.

Lu Guang, in fact, would.

For all of Xiaoshi's internal [and external, but shhh] grumbling... he didn't- actually.. mind... this arrangement. His friend was warm under the slowly setting sun, and his breaths relaxed.

It was nice.

Cheng Xiaoshi rests his palm against Lu Guang's spine, and idly traces over the knobs he finds.

This wasn't bad at all. Certainly not how he expected to spend his free time, not by a longshot. But nice, to get cuddles from his skittish best friend.

He raises his phone back to eye level.

click!

Cheng Xiaoshi's arm will get tired eventually, but right now Lu Guang is too deep in dream-town to disturb.

So he'll take his stolen picture, in this perfect bubble of time, and watch his videos on mute.

[bluedandylyon]

Rewatch Rambles (tm) Season 1

Sword Pt. 2

I'm making every ep into a separate post and just making season-specific tags bc otherwise the og post would turn into "do u like the color of the sky" and nobody wants that.

I love the series-long payoff of finally talking to this hologram properly on failsafe. Is this room the crystal castle main chambers? I feel like I don't remember seeing the giant she-ra mural but I might be wrong and it's the same room Adora always goes to when training.

Ughhhhhhh mannnnnnnn it’s just watching Adora at her first party is so sad bc she gets to be an actual kid for the first time ever. Catra should’ve gone with herrrrr waaaa I know we wouldn’t have a show but waaaaaa

LIKE DUDE THE SECOND CATRA SEES ADORA AGAIN SHE POUNCES ON HER AND STRADDLES HER AND PURRS ARE U KIDDING ME SHE LOVES ADORA SO MUCH 

SC = 3

RAHHH the mocking “what are you wearing?” And Adora throwing the flower she was wearing to the floor bc it’s a symbol of softness and vulnerability and they can’t that with each other yet. 

Oh I’m going to bite my arm off actually. The LOOK on Catra’s face when Adora says “they’ve been lying to us, manipulating us” she looks so freaking HURT. She’s like “YEAH DUDE IVE BEEN PHYSICALLY ABUSED IN FRONT OF YOU MULTIPLE TIMES LIKE WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT”

idk I used to really not understand why Catra didn’t go with Adora here but now that I have a deeper understanding of the show I totally get it. Dude this is the moment Catra really internalizes that Adora thinks that some of her mistreatment was warranted. Like the fact that Adora leaves bc the horde is hurting civilians but not Catra must have destroyed her. And like I GET IT. BC ADORA HAS BEEN MANIPULATED HER WHOLE LIFE BUT LIKE AAAA SHE’S ACTUALLY SO UNEMPATHETIC IN THIS MOMENT TOWARDS CATRA. And it’s cuz Catra doesn’t give a shit about the civilians so Adora feels hurt by that too bc “how can Catra not care about this?” and she’s in shock and her entire life is falling apart in front of her and like I get it but NGHHH this whole interaction once u understand the characters is UGH.

This post is an incredible breakdown of their miscommunication here, they are both understanding very different things from what the other person is saying. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

RAAAA RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. 

I want to talk a second about how BPD coded Catra is, specifically in this moment (although there are many great examples later). 

With BPD, there is no sense of identity, that is like, one of the main symptoms of the personality disorder, so it makes sense that for Catra, I’m leaving the Horde = I am leaving YOU. Catra reacts so intensely bc she’s conflagrating both the horde and her. And from her POV it also makes sense bc it was Catra that went to find Adora, not the other way around. We know from promise, this is something that Catra feels resentful about too. 

I also find Catra’s reaction really interesting because it’s one of the only times Catra physically hurts Adora as Adora and not She-Ra. There is no distinction to cognitively hide behind here. She immediately jumps to hurting Adora when she feels that perceived abandonment and then immediately feels guilty, but will do it again to not be abandoned by her once more. And it’s also coupled with the fact that there is the fear of abuse from Shadow Weaver if she doesn’t bring Adora home too. It just shows how poor her impulse control is when it comes to her splitting and idealization/devaluing symptoms. 

Love this pose, love the hiss. I just appreciate when voice actors who are portraying anthropomorphic characters SOUND like the species they're portraying. S1 Catra means everything to me bc she has the most cat-like behaviors in the show. As she grows, she tries to hide those behaviors and try to act more human-like, esp when S4 rolls around.

Glimmer saying “We need you, we need she-ra” ope I’m sure that phrase won’t add to Adora’s hero complex !!!!!!!!!!!! 

God and the way Adora can’t talk to anybody about missing Catra bc everyone in the rebellion (rightfully) hates her. She just has to pretend that she doesn’t care at all about losing her best friend and home. Rewatching the show makes me realize just how fast Adora erases herself and becomes She-Ra basically full time to the point that ppl don't call her Adora, they call her She-Ra. And it's cause she has no idea how to deal with emotions, so she just shoves all of that grief aside and buries it in all of her new duties and responsibilities.

[bfdiredux]

Absolutely loving this blog. Do you fw the head cannon that Leafy would hate the taste / smell of yoyelberries after being forced to eat them for years?

Also your opinion on having any romantic relations in redux! since the og series doesn't have any romance at all.

Sorry if this sounds a bit awkward I wasn't sure how to phrase everything.

No need to apologize Anon!! It's all fine, I understood !

I do fw that headcanon. I can imagine--

Months/years in isolation destroyed Leafy.

She hated herself. She punished herself. She pushed everyone who tried to help away. She told herself that she deserved it.

Yoyleland had very little food sources. She turned to yoylebushes and their budding fruit: yoyleberries.

Fresh, ripe, unprocessed yoyleberries.

The cool smell of the leaves, like mint, while the fruit was balmy. The initial sweet flavor on the tongue, followed by sour the longer it sat in her mouth. The metallic aftertaste.

Sometimes, she can still smell and taste it. Nobody will bring it up and she can feel it on her tongue, in her nostrils.. she HATES it.

-

Now, in the romance department!!

I am not that much of a romantic myself,,, but I know a thing or two about writing it!! And I've confirmed romantic attractions for several characters.

I think it's a wonderful idea!! Part of the redux is presenting different dynamics and relationships. Healthy, unhealthy, or otherwise.

I think Match had feelings for Pencil around BFDIA-IDFB. It began to die down in BFB, especially after both of their eliminations. They suddenly had problems. (Six years of trauma) Doomed toxic one-sided yuri!

I also considered Needle and Pencil, which would also be toxic and probably doomed because of the way Pencil was with Needle in BFDIA and how she is with her whole team in IDFB. (inspired by this tiktok)

I toyed with Golf Ball and Tennis Ball but I find it didn't go anywhere, I didn't like it. I ended up giving the flirtiness between them in BFB to Lollipop. The old character proposal I made for them is getting a huge overhaul!

Lollipop flirts with every friend she makes but she is a lesbian!! If Teardrop stuck around after BFB ended, the two of them would've kissed. TD is demiromantic!!

Pen, Blocky, and Eraser as a polycule mayhaps? With Blocky splitting off following BFB post-split and maybe doing something with Woody. I like queer relationships I am queer

Price Tag and Book could be worth something. They're both in a good headspace for it in TPOT!

If the audience has any suggestions, I am all ears!! They do not have to be healthy. They can be toxic and doomed.

[pinkarsonist0]

Idea for a Hazbin Hotel rewrite:

BTW I renamed Vaggie to Valena, with Valli or Vana as her nickname in this, I actually have a few name ideas for her. First 2 are not mine.

Vannie

Vega

Valley ( I feel like if it wasn't a word, it could work as a name)

Vinnie

Vanna (Actually considering making this her actual name)

Vassie

I was actually gonna renamed her to Valine but 1. It sounded too much like Vaseline, 2. It's the name of an amino acid. It's better than naming someone after a private part, but I still think we should give her an actual name. Besides, googling the meaning of the name Valina made me switch it this, because it means strong and healthy. This suits Valena a lot imo

Here's her when she was an exorcist

Hated how the exorcists looked like an army for hell instead of heaven, so I made her exorcist design look more angelic. Also made her a knight because lady knights are rad.

In this mini rewrite, Valena is still a fallen angel. However, she still died.

I was scrolling through the hh critical tag and saw someone point out how Molly not being involved in the Mafia thing along with her father and brothers would make a little sense, because children in the Mafia are raised to be in the Mafia as well. However, Molly was sent to Heaven because she fought for good while in the Mafia. And after reading that I got the idea to rewrite Vaggie. Sadly I cannot find the og post.

Carmilla Carmine was her mother in human life, Carmilla was an assassin alongside her husband before he died while on a mission. Odette and Clara could not join the gang due to them not being old enough. However, they still helped their mother with her job in any way they could.

However, Valena was the only one directly involved. Valena instead fought for good and used her gang background to defend those in need.

All was fine, until Carmilla died due to a fight with a rival assissan group. Now, Valena had to support her sisters. In order to support her sisters, she entered prostitution and completely cut ties with her parents gang, it wasn't what she wanted, but it got her sisters food on the table.

Valena thought leaving the gang would be the end of everything, but the gang took this as a sign of betrayal and raided her home. Valena fights back in order to defend herself and her sisters, but she fails, and the gang takes her and her sisters lives.

Valena dies at the age of 30, protecting her sisters and is sent to Heaven.

However, even in death, Valena wanted to continue fighting evil. So, with enough training she was able to become an exorcist.

She spent years killing sinners alongside her fellow exorcist sisters. (In this rewrite I feel like it makes more sense to make Angels and the MorningStars the only people who have the ability to kill sinners) She felt as if she was still doing something good, she was continuing her legacy even in death.

But this takes a turn one extermination.

Flying high with her exorcist sisters, she spots three female sinners among the crowd.

Filled with pride, she offers to take care of them alone.

Angelic sword ready, she corners the three sinners.

Just when she is about to make her attack, she recognizes the sinners' features.

The sinners she was about to kill were her mother and sisters.

Valena knew her family wasn't perfect. She knew her mother wasn't the best person. But she can't help but feel shocked seeing them, let alone in Hell.

They were SINNERS.

She had been killing them for years. They had bad things in life, she was supposed to punish them!

Then why can't she make her attack?

Valena tries to fight the feeling, but seeing her mother and sisters is gluing her feet to the bloodied ground.

But, Valena isn't the only one who recognized them.

Carmilla and sisters know it's Valena.

With a shaky breath, Valena tells them to go. She couldn't stand seeing them now. Too painful to even look them in the eye. God was she pathetic...

Odette and Clara flee.

Yet Carmilla stood in front of her.

Expecting her mother to fight for trying to kill her and her daughters, she readies her weapon with shaking hands.

Instead, Carmilla isn't mad. She wants her daughter back.

In desperation, Carmilla tries to get her daughter back. Carmilla tries convincing Valena to come back to her and become a family again.

Unfortunately, Valena can't accept her mother's offer and tells Carmilla to flee.

Carmilla has no choice but to listen.

And Valena has no choice but to lose her family again.

Almost forgetting her surroundings, she feels someone pull on her arm from her behind with such force she thought her arm would be gone. Only to have Lute stare back at her.

Dialogue time yay :3

L: "What did you just do?! Go after them!"

V: "I-I can't-"

L: "Fine, you can't, then I will..."

Without saying another word, Lute flies away to track down Carmilla and her daughters.

Valena looks around, the extermination isn't over yet.

In a panic, Valena flies after Lute in hopes of protecting her family from Lute.

As Lute is searching, Valena knocks her down midair.

Dialogue time again:

L: "What's the matter with you?!"

V: "You can't kill those sinners, they're my family-!"

L: "Sinners are NOT your family, they stopped being your family once they were sent to Hell. If you can't wrap your head around that I'm afraid you won't be seeing Heaven anymore..."

V: "Go after some other sinners, just...Just leave them alone, please..."

L: "You said you wanted to fight against evil, what happened to that?"

Valena stays silent, but still refuses to go after them.

With one last glare, Lute pushes Valena to the ground and ripes out her wings.

Not only that, but Lute takes Valena's eye as a reminder of how she turned a blind eye to a sinner.

Lute flies away after another extermination, leaving Valena bleeding out and one-eyed.

At this point, Valena accepts her fate. She's nothing now.

No family.

No home.

No respect.

No friends.

Nothing.

So, Valena lays there in her own blood, hoping some cannibal will make her dinner.

But no, instead, the sinners that find her aren't cannibals looking for a meal.

But Odette, Clara and Carmilla.

Despite everything, her family came back to her.

Despite trying to kill them, they come for her...

Turns out, after the extermination, Odette claims to spot Valena. Her suspicion is only confirmed when they get closer.

Heartbroken to see her daughter like this, Carmilla can't help but try convincing Valena to come back to them. She wants her daughter back, even after spending years in Heaven killing sinners, she wants her baby girl back.

But Valena can't see what Carmilla sees. To Valena, she is undeserving of her getting her mother and sisters back. She doesn't deserve them back after everything she's done, for God's sake she tried killing them! If she hadn't recognized them, she would have killed them.

Filled with shame, Valena flees.

Carmilla can only stand with her girls and watch, accepting she just lost a daughter. Something she swore she'd never go through again.

Here's her post-exorcist design

I imagine winners keep their human appearance even in death, but I imagine in this rewrite, winners who become fallen angels lose their human appearance. Valena hair turns white, and her skin becomes gray. Valena still grows her wings back, but instead of angel wings, her wings come back as a moth. To symbolize her becoming one with hell and not feeling ashamed of her decision to not kill her mother and sisters.

Valena still ends up in the hotel and still ends up dating Charlie. I never liked the whole "mean lesbian who hates men" Trope, it just felt like an awful stereotype. She no longer hates men, but doesn't feel comfortable being alone with them due to her becoming a prostitute. She's still rough around the edges, grumpy and protective of her loved ones. I like to think she spends her days alone in the hotel library in her own space Charlie made for her. (Kind of like Amity Blight)

A lot people have been saying they dislike how it seems like Vaggie supports Charlie's idea not because she herself likes it but because it is CHARLIE'S idea. So I decided to fix that.

Valena supports Charlie's idea because she wants her mother and sisters to be redeemed. When Valena was still alive, Valena knew Carmilla never wanted to do what she did, but she pushed through in order to support her daughters. She was never proud of what she did. She made that clear. Valena knew her mother would want a second chance. She knew her mother and sisters would want a safer place to stay even in death. Even if she can't be right there with them, the least she can do is try indirectly helping them.

That's all I have for now, I'm getting really invested right now honestly. Having a fallen angel character would have been really cool, just wish it was written better within the show.

[redandymated]

INTRO! - REDANDYMATED

Welcome to my AU blog! [NOTE THAT THIS BLOG WILL LIKELY BE ARCHIVED]

Run by @theythemzilly

Chances are whoever is reeding this is one of my friends who (for better or for worse) ALREADY KNOW A LOT ABOUT THIS AU

though if anyone new comes across the blog :

TAGS :

#RDM LORE

(self explanatory)

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(ditto)

#RDM REFS

(usually introductions and such, as well as designs and trivia on the characters)

lore context! :

Dandy is much more experimental with the ichor operation.. making ''some'' modifications and experiments to test the limits of the substance. Though after the outbreak, he tries his best to cover up anything indicating his involvement. Vee finds out though, resulting in her death after a violent confrontation. Guilt got the best of Dandy, causing him to just barely put her back together enough to get her to function again. Vee does not remember how she died or why, and Dandy won't leave her alone

Universe A - the more angsty of the universes, much more death, violence, etc [Dandy dies] universe A will have its own tag : #RDM UA universe B won't because that's the one im more focused on

UNIVERSE B - similar to universe A, except its more interaction focused [Dandy lives]

What will I be doing on this blog?

Lore dumps

Doodles

Q&As

(may respond to questions with doodles if I have the motivation)

some ships are canon in this au! The explicitly confirmed ones are: Queerplatonic Petalprawn Shellvision Veescals (oc x canon [hi Corasia])

and much more once I have the motivation

DOs and DONTs (aka whats fine and whats not)

do:

asking the characters questions!

asking ME questions! (as long as its about the au)

oc interactions and crossovers (they're so fun!)

dont:

sending nsfw asks

basically anything that doesn't follow common courtesy

MORE INFO ON ASKS AND THE CHARACTER UNDER CUT!

Characters are quite different from canon, whether it be due to the horrors of the lore of my own personal spin being applied!

Dandy

[despite universe A self being dead, both versions accept asks]

the star of the show and the one behind the ichor operation. He feels very guilty for his actions, despite his habit of just doubling down and making things worse for himself. He is very protective over his friends, though is afraid that they don't need him anymore.

Dandy speaks in regular text, though his name if it is signed off will be multicolored.

Vee

[both accept asks]

the first person to confront Dandy for his involvement in the operation, only to be brutally murdered, and reanimated with zero memory of the formerly mentioned. as the plot progresses she gains awareness of everything going on around her, though. Everything she has been through has made her much more timid and anxious, and often prone to emotional outbursts.

Vee speaks with various numbers and symbols, as well as inconsistent capitalization. (LikE th1S or tHi5), and itll be colored green

Shelly

[both accept asks]

She helped the others keep an eye on Vee before things went south completely. She had part of her face shattered, as well as her legs being broken. She is still recovering post-canon, though she's holding up alright. S

Shelly speaks in orange!

[more characters will be added eventually]

FYI: ALL CHARACTERS ACCEPT ASKS! ITS JUST THAT SOME HAVE BIOS IF THEYRE DIFFERENT ENOUGH FROM OG!DW

[blukiar]

For the sake of others

(I notice my rb answer doesn't show up on the og post, neither in the tags so I'm gonna make it a separate post for the sake of Anon and any other persons curious to know about the situation)

Now first and foremost - this post is NOT to address the situation itself as I HATE drama but I HATE being apart of it MORE. This is about an earlier situation that I think people should be aware of. Trust is key, and misinformation destroys that.

(For the nevermore situation I recommend reading this Red FIRST, then navigate to the others as there are a COUPLE responses from several different folks so Idk who to link. In the end it is up to you to decide who you support/who you believe is in the wrong. Personally, BOTH are in the wrong)

Now to the point of this post: I'm keeping the name in because it's not a personal acc, and the person behind it has announced stepping away from the fandom entirely. REGARDLESS DO NOT GO HARASSING THEM NO ONE DESERVES HARASSMENT!

Earlier today upon checking my dash I saw this and immediately got upset about it because this is unacceptable. On a normal day I'd just roll my eyes and scroll away from drama related posts but THIS one grind my gears so much that I HAD to confront OP on it. What happened next made me even more disappointed as this acc was literally the only nevermore content acc that I follow on tumblr...

About an hour after confrontation, I checked back to the post only to find that my comment was removed/hidden by OP as shown below

It's funny how they and a couple others are calling out how Red tries to silence folks speaking out on the situation by deleting comments and leaving out stuff etc, etc, YET they are no different...

All I asked is why they blatantly lied to Anon about the situation? Knowing FULLY well that's NOT what happened. The least you could have done was to direct Anon to RnF page/or to the accusers posts to read the response to the situation and have them formulate their OWN opinions and conclusions to it. But instead they chose lie to Anon and hide/remove my comment.

Now I get it, OP didn't have to answer me, they're NOT obligated to, they could have ignored me or even block me! They have the freedom to do so, who am I to get angry for that? YET they chose to silence me. The same thing they accuse Red of doing, for a simple question?? Wow...

Then OP proceeded to add "evidence" to their earlier summary that, mind you, DOES NOT support their earlier claim here. It's just screenshots of Red talking about the Crimson situation, you know, about the 1 single individual - OP's summary made it sound like it's the ENTIRE moderation team that are groomers and that Red allowed it

The point here is that OP lied and silenced me for calling them out on lying to someone who was unaware and genuinely trusted them to tell a truthful rundown of the situation

And honestly, I wish OP well, I hope they take the time to take a breath and reflect. I wish them a blessed day/night and I hope that Anon gets the truthful information they need cause this is just disappointing...

Again this post was made for the sake of those unaware of the situation and is just looking for a TRUSTWORTHY and a non bias source to go by. For that I think it's best to read Red's response first to get the gest of it then navigate to the others and make your own conclusions.

Thanks for Reading, and sorry for ruining your day with this nonsense.

[conron]

leon & ashley fic

hi hi! i love you leon kennedy thank god for him amirite? this is a platonic fic which i feel like tumblr needs more of lol (u guys r lowk freaks haha....) i see their relationship very brother sister coded so thats how i will write them.

tags: OG RE4 ASHLEY AND LEON!, although it probably wont change much if youve only seen the remake, dont let that stop you!, post re4, ashley is a cutie, re6 section at the end, I RETCONNED IT A BIT, the president in re6 is graham here, dont judge me, i didnt realize ok, out of character im sure, typos, bit of a character study on leon, religion mention!, hugs !!!, villain and violent, infant and innocent

not beta read we die like....... resident evil side charracters....?

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Her hands have a box in between her manicured nails. They’re clear but groomed to perfection and he looks from the box to her face. He’s…. a little confused. 

“It’s not my birthday,” He chimes in with a light smirk tugging at his lips. Brown eyes roll at him and his shitty one liner before she takes one of his hands in hers. They’re soft to the touch against his rough and calloused ones. Untouched and the scars from being kidnapped slowly fading to the back of her mind. He can see the metal banded bracelet adorning her wrist that he had to see every time he pulled her along when she was too scared to move. Turning his wrist so his palm faced up, she placed the box in his hand. 

“I don’t even know when your birthday is,” Her voice is unamused and it makes a grin be pulled to his lips. And she sure as hell won’t be finding out now. 

It was something that seemed a little too delicate for his hands that held grenade launchers and rifles. A box from plush hands that have scraped by with death from the minds of evil people. 

“It’s a gift,” Her voice says with a small smile. The same one she’d give when grinning at him when he shot down another B.O.W, “for saving me.” 

It makes his eyes widen as he looks down at the box. It’s black and wrapped in velvet on every facet of it. Her hand leaves his and the warmth of someone who’s less scarred than he is leaves his touch. He looks back up at her with something growing in his chest. 

“You… you really didn’t have to, Ashley.” Muttering under his breath as the wind blows past them. The leaves from the trees are changing seasons and falling around them. He can hear the sound of other people her age conversing about college and he finds that he can’t remember how it feels to be that young anymore. 

“It’s my job. Getting you home safe is the only thing that matters.” He continues as he tries to give back the gift. She’s the president’s daughter, of course he had to save her. So she doesn’t need to repay him because that already came in his paycheck. The repayance was bucking her off the jetski for a little laugh when he knew they were safe. 

Of course, she doesn’t accept this. Because this is Ashley Graham. Brown eyes and short platinum blonde hair. Invisible freckles across her cheeks and nose. The girl who would yell out his name every time something went wrong. Who never failed to comply with his orders so she stayed alive. Who wrapped her arms around him every time they found one another again. 

Of course, because she’s a young woman who’s so stubborn that she got kidnapped again when he saved her. 

“Come on, Leon.” A sigh leaves her lips and he quirks a small grin at her annoyance. “You saved my life like 3 times.” 

… 

That was very true. Actually, he’d argue that it was more times than that. But he doesn’t speak these thoughts to the woman, lest she start to strangle him in aggravation. His eyes look back from hers and stare down at the box again. His fingertips slowly grazing the felt, she laughed and said-

“Well at least open it. I’m making you take it no matter what.”

He scoffs slightly to the air, a little laugh hiding under it. His fingerless gloves cover most of his hand but he can still feel the soft felt. Creasing underneath the pressure as he slowly opens the box. His eyes are greeted with a necklace. Glittering shiny to his eyes and he already knows it has to be the most expensive thing he owns now. 

That isn’t the only thing that catches his eye. Planted in the box, the base holding it as if it was shaped for it. It was a shining cross. The actual cross was a bit small, about the size of half his pinky. It was encrusted with white gems that he’s sure, individually, would be enough to buy a house in this economy. The chain is secure and if he pulled, even with all his strength, he knew it wouldn't break. 

His head turns back up to meet Ashley's smiling face. She stands in her school uniform, her sweater vest pulled taut around her body. An orange scarf adoring her neck as well. 

“Well? What do you think, Leon?”

…

He stays quiet as he looks back down at the necklace. The cross adorns the corner of his eye as the gems glitter secrets into his ears. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not religious.”

Ashley’s eyes turn to ones of confusion before her hands place on her hips. She seems annoyed with him, something he was accustomed to for the few grueling days in Spain. 

“That is not what it’s about, Leon.”

“Then what’s the summary? Two sticks and a chain?”

She rolls her eyes again. It’s not that religion is really a problem, he mostly just wants to mess with her a little. Although, after being kidnapped by a religious group and infected with a virus that made her cough up blood; he’s surprised she’s still religious. 

From under her scarf, she holds up her own necklace. Glimmering under her soft smile at him. 

“Look, we’re matching.” 

She flashes a toothy smile at him as the necklace that is almost one to one with his swings from side to side. And suddenly he feels oddly shy. He was used to orders he had to follow and guns that made his hands shake when he held them for too long.  A little out of his depth for a gift that obviously had a lot of thought put into it. 

(And a lot of money…)

“C’mon Ashley, I can’t accept this…” He mutters as he closes the box, hiding away the innocent gift that he knows he doesn’t really deserve. Not really. Not when it was just his job that he saved her. Not when she got hurt under his watch, snatched away from his grasp over and over again. Forced to be kept away in cramped spaces with eyes of disgusting people staring at her. 

He doesn’t deserve this when she went through all of that. 

He doesn’t deserve a lot of things anymore. 

Not really. 

But her dainty hands cover his. Warmth blooming from her fingertips and watering his cold and rough ones. He looks from the box to her face and the way she smiled softly looking at his gloved hands. Something very soft in front of him. Something he’s afraid he doesn’t understand anymore. 

“When I was kidnapped, I prayed for God to save me. I’m pretty sure my nails made my hands bleed because of how hard I was praying.” The light wind carries her voice to his attentive ears. And her hands may be smaller than his and softer, but they grip his tightly. Sure of herself.

“And God didn’t save me.” She mutters, a little bitterly. Her smile turned downward at her own words. Gritting her teeth before she remembers something. As if something quelled the frustration at her disillusion with her own religion. A smile replaced her lips as she looked up at him. 

“But you did.” 

He feels his heart tremble and shake in the hands of a woman who was 7 years younger than him. Eyes who have not seen the extent of bioterrorism nightmares. Eyes that have been kidnapped and traumatized in their own way. Her smile, he feels, is undeserved. Something so grateful and sweet. HIs eyes widen slightly and he can’t even open his mouth to say a retort. 

“You did… and like-! I get how stupid that sounds…” She trails off as she looks away, her hands start shaking with the same tremor his heart is feeling and he feels a sudden urge to wrap her in his arms. 

“But I was so scared, Leon… I thought… I was gonna die alone. Or you know…” Her voice leaves empty to the possibilities that could have happened. The possibility that every woman was afraid of happening to her. She didn’t know she was supposed to be released back to America like some lab experiment. She didn’t know anything. 

The brown in her eyes swirl with tears before she stares at their hands that are on top of one another. Her lips not moving as she’s sure she doesn’t need to say more. Not needing to. Not when he understands so thoroughly. Those big brown eyes softening as she slowly descends to one knee. Bowing her head down with a little giggle. His lips cannot muster a smile at her. Only stares with a certain sadness in his eyes. 

“Thank you, Leon.” 

Her voice says through the wind and the blowing leaves. They blow past her face and get a little tangled in her short platinum blonde hair. Her smile makes her eyes crinkle, her teeth flashing white up at him. She looks younger than she really is, childish and grinning up at him as if she was a little kid. His lips purse a frown. 

“You’re my hero.” 

Her hand clutches his as he stands before her, forcing his fingers to curl around the box. On her knee as if she was a knight bowing to the royalty she was sent to protect. Switching the roles they were in when they were trapped in Spain. The setting sun glowing a brilliant golden on her visible freckles as he stares down at her. His own eyes drowning in a feeling that makes his chest ache and ache. 

When she stands, she rubs the back of her neck and laughs about how that was a little embarrassing. The moment has passed but it leaves a dull ache in his body that he hides with a cross of his arms. Rolling his eyes as he mutters, “think about how I feel…” 

This makes her roll her eyes as well as she knocks her hand against his arm. He hides his mixed emotions behind a small snarky smile as they walk next to the trees at her university. Their shoes crunching on the grass and leaves as her voice complains about menial things. He listens, of course he does. With his gloved fingers tucked within his pockets and small comments replying to her words. 

And when it’s been long enough, they stop and she smiles at him. A smile he’s familiar with. They hug and she smells like apples and cinnamon sugar. Her hair smells like the season as the strands tickle the side of his face.

He smells like mint and sweat, a small lingering scent of alcohol that she smells. It’s inevitable as she buries her face in his chest where he’s wearing his jacket. She laughs, looks up at him and says he's nasty, that he reeks of sweat and alcohol. An over exaggeration of course. This rolls right off of him as he reminds her that she jumped down a trash chute with him. 

And they laugh, carefree with no looming threat of death over them. Not concerned with saving their lives. He messes with her hair and he knocks away the hand that tries to mess up his. He bids her goodbye when she sees her friends. Her face glowing as she gives him one more hug and he smiles ruefully as she runs to her friends in the same big brown boots she was wearing when he saved her. 

For a moment, he allows himself to watch her walk away. Surrounded by people who care about her and that are making her roll her eyes at the moment. She gives one last look to him before she grins and gives a little wave at him.

He stands alone, the wind blowing through his hair as his own hand raises to give his own half hearted wave at her. Her friends sneak glances at him, poking at her side. She rolls her eyes as she turns away and walks away from where he can protect her. They disappear and he lets out a sigh as he stares up at the swirling colors of the sky. The small velvet box tucked away safely in his jacket pocket. 

When he gets home and sits at his desk, it is only then he really looks at the necklace. Sinking into the plush material as his fingers hold up the cross. Matching with hers. His, now that he really looks at it, is a bit darker. Has a bit more intricate designs around the cross. A little bigger than hers. His eyebrows furrow as he holds it in his hand and wonders what to do. 

He wonders if he should give it back or maybe donate it, it would definitely be a great idea for his financial situation. But then he thinks back to her grinning up at him and he feels a sharp pain in his chest. She decided to get him this and he was thinking about throwing it away? She got him this to show how grateful she was for him. Something he was not used to at all. 

(And he cares about her.) 

So he takes it with grace because Ashley Graham is one of the only people he can really really care about. He lost contact with Manuela a long time ago and Sherry is lost to the years, he can’t afford thinking about her. He took that risk to protect her, working with the government. 

Putting himself through that torture that he despised so heavily.

His job was too unforgiving for such luxuries to think about such things though. To love people he can’t even lay eyes upon. To focus on people who are no longer in his life. 

So he clasps the reliable chain around his neck and he feels the responsibility he feels materialize on his neck. It does not pull him down or drown him though, secure around his neck. Settling on his chest as he sighs once again and clutches at the cross. Closing his eyes as he fingers with the diamonds and gems that cover it. Encrusting it with magic that suffices to drive his every movement. 

He treats it gently at first, taking it off to shower and leaving it at home when he’s assigned missions. Though, he ends up just wearing it everywhere. Too exhausted to remove it one day and it stays when he showers. He’s worried it will rust but it doesn’t even when he wears it multiple times in the shower or when he works out. 

He texts her about it and she replies a few hours later, “that’s what you get when you’re the president’s daughter!” with a touch too many emoticons. He smiles down at his phone as his other hand fidgets with the necklace. Okay, he’ll wear it everywhere if he can then. 

So he does. 

Tucked under his shirt on assignment, away from hands that will rip it off of him. Out in the open when he goes to work, even being asked by one of his co-workers if he’s religious. His eyes are pulled down to the necklace that he received two years before. By a woman who’s 22 now, who’s going to graduate college soon and threatened him if he didn’t attend. He lamely shrugs at the co-worker he cannot even remember the name of and replies that he isn’t, turning away and leaving the office. 

The president sometimes sees the necklace when Leon forgets to tuck it away and Leon schools his poker face when the president is staring at him. His hands getting clammy from being folded in front of him, assigned to bodyguard during a dinner party the aging man was at. 

“My daughter has a similar one.” The man says with a kind smile as he looks at Leon and his stony expression. His eyes crinkle with understanding and Leon feels the suspicion crawling up his back that he knows who really paid for it. Finally, the president turned away from the man who was standing still behind his chair at the dinner party. Leon lets out a silent relieved breath as he carefully reaches up to tuck the necklace away from view. 

More years pass and he drinks more, keeping a flask in his jacket pocket for emergencies. Ashley sees him sneak a sip at her graduation and she pulls on his cheek with her manicured nails. She’s unimpressed and the regular look, concerned for him. He quirks up a smile as he puts it away. His eyes seeing her in her graduation gown and cap, her face seems to have aged a little more. Still baby faced though and its something that has him let out a little laugh. 

He’s 29 now, a little more jaded. A little more tired. She eyes the bags under his eyes as she waves over her photographer. He scoffs a little at the fact she has her own photographer at the graduation and raises his eyebrow.

His hands resting inside the new leather jacket he bought, sweating a little because of the sun above them. Spring seems to suit Ashley just as well as fall did. Her face gleaming as she tells the photographer to take a picture of them. 

She passes her diploma to one of her other bodyguards and gives Leon a mischievous smile. Before he can quip at her, she unzips his jacket and reaches over the collar of his button up. Her fingers pulling a cross necklace from under his shirt, something that glitters under the sun. Her laugh is overpowering as she smiles up at him. 

“You’re wearing it!” She says, as if she was surprised. He doesn’t know why she is. Of course he has it on.

(He doesn’t tell her that he wears it everyday. That he fidgets with it when he’s nervous. That when everything gets a little difficult, he clasps onto it tight and remembers every reason to do what he does.) 

“Don’t have any other jewelry,” He says with an easy going smirk, hiding the emotional attachment he has for the gift given to him two years before. Although it was true, he really doesn’t have any other jewelry. This makes her roll her eyes as she turns to the camera and reaches under the collar of her own gown. Pulling out the matching piece to his as his eyes widen. 

“Hold it up,” Her voice says as she turns to meet his eyes. Life in her eyes and a future head of her. His mind goes blank as he can only see Ashley in her gown and cap. Flickering to an orange sleeveless sweater and teary brown eyes. 

“Let’s take a picture!” She says before she mouths something to the photographer. But he doesn’t focus on that, a realization dawning on him as he watches her. Reaching up to clutch at the cross before bringing it up robotically. 

This is the life he saved. 

This is the future he protected. 

He has no other time to relent on this before she tells him to smile. So they stand side by side, her fingers holding hers up to the camera. He copies her before quirking up a lazy smile at the camera. A smile he’s practiced to perfection. 

The photographer takes the picture but for some reason doesn’t stop. His eyes swirl in confusion before he feels arms wrapped around him. Ashley’s cap has fallen to the ground as his eyes adjust to the weight on him. Her face buried in his chest as his eyes see the overgrown brunette roots of her platinum blonde hair he was used to. 

His arms automatically wrap around her as he scoffs out a smile. Genuine as Ashley stands wrapped around her. He doesn’t hear the flash and sound of the camera, too focused on the woman before him. Chuckling as he ruffles her hair, messing her hair up on the day of her graduation in the name of affection only he can give to her. 

A gasp resounds as she looks up at him, her face offended but her eyes relaxed and satisfied. He quickly steps out of her grasp before she can mess up his hair. He realizes he’s laughing as he picks up her cap and throws it lazily back on her head. She huffs as if she’s annoyed. 

They smile at each other as other graduates bustle around them, looking for their families. Loud as joy is in the air and the sun shines down on them. Eventually, she goes back to her friends and father. He follows behind as he is tasked with protecting the president and his daughter at this event. 

He doesn’t smile when he’s mailed blown up pictures of himself and Ashley a few weeks later. Definitely doesn’t clutch tight onto his matching cross when he sees the genuine smile on his face when the photographer captures her impromptu hug. He doesn’t frame them, why would he? 

And another thing, he does not cry when he comes home from an awful mission to clutch tight onto a framed picture of himself and a blonde woman holding up matching necklaces. 

So even if he’s not religious, he carries the worn out cross. Wearing it everywhere. Even though it’s lost precious gems and diamonds over the years because of overuse. Because Ashley got him it.

It was his one physical representation of his efforts. Medals meant nothing. Handshakes and fake smiles at ceremonies don't matter. Something he fiddles with in his down time means more than grandiose speeches stroking his ego. 

Something that reminds him of why he’s doing any of this.

I want to save people. 

He remembers his younger self saying as he curled up in a ball at his parent's funeral. 

He remembers being carried away by a man in a blue uniform, clinging onto the material. Hushed whispers trying to be kept from his ears and a strong voice telling him it’ll be okay. 

He thinks of people who have been in his arms. Smiling at him with tears and gratitude. Battered and having lost the air of innocence in their eyes.

He feels his heart constrict and want to wrap around these people. Holding tight to the only reality he knows and it’s protecting the not so innocent light in their eyes. 

Sure, people love to tell him that he likes playing the hero. They assume he loves feeling the praise of saving another human life.  He can only think of someone shivering and terrified. Scared that something out there will harm them.

It’s a cross that gives him solace in the neverending hardships of his career. To give him something to touch other than the cool material of another pistol. 

He may not believe in God but he believes in the lives that he saves. 

And when Helena and him stare down at the president’s dead body, her eyes turn to him as his breath picks up. His hand reaching into his shirt and clutching onto something she cannot see. His other hand searches for his phone as he clumsily clicks on it, the only words from his mouth come out ragged. Repeating a name that she’s heard before. 

He sounds terrified. 

(The only thing Helena can compare it to is when her sister got lost when she was younger. Helena searched for hours through tears, desperation seeped into every bone.) 

Ashley, Ashley, Ashley-

[sol-consort]

I didn't expect the Thane post, i even forgot my og ask, but by chance, I saw it scrolling through my homefeed (which i dont often check bc im not super active on tumblr) and omfggg, the scream I scrumpt. What a happy suprise! We Thanemancers got fed GOOD. Thank you. My heart feels healed. Now, I will need to invest in creating a time machine, clone you, and send your clone back in time to work on me3. Perhaps make a whole army of clones to make each clone work on the writing for every romance. The Kolyat inclusion is peak. Thank you for not forgetting Kolyat, he really is so inportant to Thane. Geniunly made my entire week. I want to print your post out and chew on it everyday. Thank you!

🫡

I felt bad for taking so long because the chances of the original requester actually seeing the finished fic got more and more slim by the day.

And by some twist of fate you actually end up seeing it!! Even though I only started being active again a couple days ago?? Even though you rarely open tumblr??? The fact it was on your homepage rather than you specifically looking for stuff on the Thane x Reader tag???

I'm beyond happy <333

Most of all, I'm really glad you liked it! That fic might not have been the most intricate vocabulary wise, but god, it drained me creativity wise, having to come up with scene after scene, second doubting myself, erasing and rewriting.

I will never underestimate storyboard writers and script makers after this. It felt like a world champion boxing match where I only managed to win by an inch. Damn that story got hands.

I had to scrab the whole Party and Identity Theft II mission stages because words wouldn't register in my brain anymore. Maybe in the future I'll go back and add them, but for now I'm clinging to my beloved short drabbles.

Then there was this whole letting it rot in my draft for months out of petty bc I thought no one was reading my stuff either way, what's the point in posting it– I got upset at the idea I spent so much effort on one story only for it to possibly end up never read by a single person.

I tried not to gloss over Thane's condition or his impending doom. I didn't want it to be a full escapism–which is ironically my ideal style–but a proper sweet goodbye, a final dance, the chance to experience life by his side a little bit more, a small extension on the deadline before the curtains fall.

And I wanted Kolyat to share the spotlight as well, he deserved so much more. Shepard was there during the confrontation, aware of it or not, you were a turning point in his life as much as his father finally stepping up to take full responsibility for his past actions.

Kolyat and Grunt being best friends came out of nowhere tbh, at that point the characters had a mind of their own. And it hit me, Kolyat grew in the hanar world, it's mostly oceans, he must have gone to swim a lot, he definitely knows about the aquatic life.

What if I give him an interest in marine biology? What if that's what he's persuing in his study in uni, hanar granted him a fully paid scholarship—another bittersweet benefit he got handed in exchange for the ruthless job his father took—while working a part-time job himself, living in a modest apartment and leading an independent life.

But Kolyat is a loner. He has no friends, no significant other, or even pets. Which causes Thane great concern, Drell society values finding a parter a lot. Maybe that's why Thane moved into his apartment to help make him feel less lonely and subtly push him into making friends. Blaming himself for Kolyat's antisocial nature.

So, with Grunt being very fascinated by sharks, a massive extrovert, a natural leader personality, zero hesitation to speak his mind and aim for what he wants. He makes the ideal friend for Kolyat!

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The wedding imagery and symbolism in the casino stage are my absolute favourite details. Part of it was because I saw a mod for "wedding dresses" back when I was playing ME2 for the first time, scrolling through the mods page for a nice looking dress to use in the casino mission.

Writing Thane's distraction lines was fun ngl. One scrapped line was about him walking up to a human security guard, mentioning how he's actually dating a human and wanted to get some advice on how to woo you and act, what do humans consider romantic?

But then I remembered Garrus has a similar line, just a little more sexual and I didn't want there to be repetition.

Thane didn't seem like the type to hit on the security guards like other characters, even as mere pretend. He's too devoted to his partner for that. Half of his lines were genuine, wanting to hear about the human's family back on earth as a way to help them vent.

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Lastly, you're so kind <3 Thank you so much for your sweet words fosjofjskfks It made me so happy to receive this. I never expected it, which made it just more sweeter.

100% on board with the whole cloning thing, it should've been me on that ME3 writing board! I would've given Cerberus justice I swear! I would've kept Thane alive by the sheer power of love...maybe some prothean magic too.

Like you receive an email for him stating his concern for Kolyat getting into trouble again, he's been coming home more and more late each night. He asks you to investigate, you oblige.

First stage is following his son through the Citadel stealth style, exactly like Thane Loyalty mission in ME2. But it's much shorter and ends once you see Kolyat board an unmarked spaceship.

You follow him, ofc, try to confront him. He's surprised by your presence but then expresses relief rather than acting what you'd expect from someone caught red-handed.

He explains he read in an asari research paper about a prothean technology that could possibly help repair damaged organs, or at least prevent them from degrading even further. But the research has been abandoned since the war and developing biotics took priority.

Kolyat informs you that he's been investigating and managed to get a copy of the whole unedited first draft of the published paper. Some scrapped information in it were apparently the theorised location of the prothean artifact.

He's going there to retrieve it, with or without your help...but he'd be very thankful if you came. He doesn't know how to uh...hold a gun you see, some skills don't pass down in genetics.

You can agree - Thane lives, Kolyat lives

Both of you go there and you can pick only one other teamate. Kolyat is a bit of liability, but bringing him along opens shortcuts and grants you so much lore about him, his late mother, and Thane's past self. It is Kolyat's loyalty mission in a way. You gain the hanar Marine biology branch as a war assest afterwards. You Gain Thane as a new recruit.

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You agree, but demand he doesn't come along - Thane lives, Kolyat dies.

He went behind your back and boarded a different shuttle, without the Normandy abilities...the ship barely makes it into the atmosphere before the prothean technology defences shoots it down.

Thane is very visibly depressed and apathetic for the rest of the game. You gain Thane as new recruit.

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You refuse and demand he hands you the papers - Thane dies early, Kolyat lives

Plays out the same in canon. You gain Prothean research papers as a war asset.

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You refuse - Thane dies early, Kolyat dies

Same as canon but no funeral this time since Kolyat isn't alive to make preparations. You don't gain anything.

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I imagine the mission to be your run of the million clearing out a base, etc. Maybe throwing in some stray collectors who were hiding their for old times sake? Bringing Javik and Lara gives unique dialogue, but you can't bring both unless you sacrifice Kolyat.

Bringing Javik informs you early that this technology isn't a miracle maker and doesn't magically fix organs. It simply delays the inevitable a little bit. It grants the sick a short extension on their lifespan, the pain mostly disappears, their health is restored...but it's a mirage. Nothing in reality changes much, placebo is hell of a thing.

However, despite you telling Thane about the placebo, it still takes effect. He makes the most of his time, realising he doesn't want to spend the last of his moments in a hospital bed.

But if you don't bring Javik, then you never discover that fact, which makes the eventual death scene when both of you realise his health is still deteriorating, much more painful.

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Ik you're joking about the munching thing, but if you want to save a copy for yourself or just to keep in your files and reread, then I'm more than okay with that. In fact, I crossposted the fic to AO3, which natively lets you download it in any format.

[fandomsimnation]

welcome to chaos.

no seriously that's it. It's the SIms so....

"If I can't find the fanfics, I'll make them myself!"

streamed live sometimes on https://www.twitch.tv/fintastica

I make my own custom characters, using CC from various places and salso from packs. I also decorate everyone's houses based on what I'm doing with that. Feel free to ask, though I probably won't respond fast.

If you find any good CC let me know please <3 I tried, but I can't really do it well.....

Fandoms I have so far:

Persona 4/Golden Main post: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomsimnation/718186348858802176/explaining-this-wholw-thing?source=share tag: #sims!persona4 They all live in San Mayshuno. It's a kinda small save. Working on a redo now that I have packs.

Hetalia Main post: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomsimnation/737919270250528768/the-sims-4-nordic-five-and-sealand-and-ladonia?source=share tag: #fsn simtalia , #simtalia This is like, the most active one purely because unlike everyone else they can wear regular clothes and don't need a ton of CC and also they have enough characters to actually fill in the worlds with households with more then one person.

Yuri!!! on Ice Main post: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomsimnation/731897048130093056/rebrand-update?source=share tag: #fsn yoi I have about half the cast. I downloaded a skating mod for them. I need to redo some of their stuff though but they live in San Mayshuno and I can't put a rink in the apartment so that's a WIP.

Honkai: Star Rail Main post: tag: fsn hoyoverse I downloaded a bunch of stuff but I can't find CC for some things so right now it's just the Trailblazers, Luocha, Kafka, Jing Yuan, Blade, Yanqing, and Fu Xuan. Waiting for more CC to come out because i can decorate but finding fitting clothing is way harder and also I gotta redo it cuz now I have seasons. THEY ARE GOING TO DIE OF WEATHER-

Genshin Impact Main post: N/A tag: #fsn hoyoverse I just downloded Freminent, Lynette and Lyney's stuff. Haven't made them yet but I'll probably combine it with HSR so there's more people in the worlds.

The Railway Series / Thomas and Friends Universe Main post: N/A This keeps getting redone cuz I can't decide their living situation but it features all the OGs plus some newbies. I'm working on it.

Monster High Main post: N/A This save is inactive until I stop dragging my feet about the werewolves pack but I do use their items and I have their household made.

Packs I have (incomplete) Get to Work, Get Together, City Living, Cats and Dogs, Seasons, Island Living, Snowy Escape, Discover University, Cottage Living, Growing Together Vampires, Parenthood, Jungle Adventure, Realm of Magic Luxury Party, Romantic Garden, Kids Room, Tiny Living, Bust the Dust, My First Pet Holiday

I don't remember the rest.

A lot of CC. Like, enough to make people cry and for me to have a lot of broken stuff.

You can find me at: lunz67836ue0 (I have some of my builds (not all) and things.

Or my twitch: fintastica , where I stream myself putting this together.

Or my youtube Orcality Gaming , where I post the VODs

[lemmetreatya]

HELLO if you are free at the time can you write and eren x reader insta post prt 2? With both of his moms again that was really good if that isn’t to much may I ask if it’s like him spending money on her too ? LOVE YOURE WORKS BTW

Eren’s Insta Spam (Pt.3)

eren x black!fem reader

part 1

part 2

AHH! Yes thank you so much for the request! A part 3 was definitely overdue so thank you for reminding me lool! Hope you enjoy beloved 🫶🏾 Also: BIG UP! TUN UP! to @erenxh for helping me out with a few of the translations for Carla,, you truly an OG 🫰🏾💙 + @quiveringdeer as the honorary tag for these aus

Okay so as we know, Eren has a lot of ‘fans’ who are genuinely really nice to him — but only him — and so whenever he takes you out, he tries to be low-key.

Buuuut it doesn’t mean YOU have to be lowkey and so whenever youre out and about you take pics of him and he occasionally posts these

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ej__jaeger dump! taken by the one who captures me thru the lens of love xx @ynprivnotpriv

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ynprivnotpriv the caption??? you’re so cheessyyyy 😭😭 luv you thoo 💖💖

grishaj__ 👍🫰

ej__jaeger @ynprivnotpriv only this cheesy for you my love

ej__jaeger @grishaj ❤️❤️

But besides that, Eren loves to take you out and spoil you with stuff. It’s kinda controversial though because look okay, Eren’s not a bum per se, but he also HATES working or doing anything labour wise so it’s really Grisha’s money he’s spending on you 😭😭😭 Like he gets a lil money from sponsors and that but its barely liveable earnings

And although you don’t mind, at times it’s like “Okay, Eren. We need to get you a job.” Because he’s at the checkout but on a phone call with his Dad talking bout “Just send it to me now, I’ll explain when I get home.” And you really dont wanna be spending Mr. Jaeger Sr.’s hard earned surgery money like that shdjdjd but Eren wouldn’t take the initiative to do any of that shit himself so you get Carla and Dina involved

“What about a Barista? You’ve got that cute hipster look to you, they’ll love you there.” You said.

All four of you sat in the living room around your laptop, scrolling on various job searching sites to find Eren an occupation. He however seemed to be the least enthusiastic.

“Noooo. Too many of my fan— People, I know go there. It’ll be too bait.”

“That’s okay!” Carla exclaims. “It means you can give them discounts and talk to your friends while you’re on your shift.”

You stifled a giggle, knowing those weren’t the type of people Eren was talking about but alas, we move.

Annoyingly bouncing a tennis ball onto the ceiling and then catching it, Eren sighed as he ran a hand through his hair and paced around the room.

“Man, I need something that pays good money but small hours and allows me all the flexi shifts I want.”

“öyle iş istiyorsan git de sihirli fasulye ye!” Carla tuts.

The brunette whizzed round in shock.

“You urging me to become a drug dealer?!”

“What?!” You look towards Carla with a gasp.

Shaking her head and hands, the woman tried to clear the allegations her son stuck on her.

“No! I told him to go eat magic beans if he wants a job so easy!” Carla explained but then followed up her words with a taunt in Eren’s direction — a warning not to make her look bad.

“Well, what about Zeke’s place? I’m pretty sure he could get you a nice position over there.”

All of you looked towards Dina who had a rather elated expression on her face. This also seemed to pique Eren’s interest seeing as he stopped pacing and gave Dina an intrigued look.

“Wouldn’t that make me a Nepo baby?” He asked.

With a straight face you narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Boy, that’s really your concern?” You deadpanned. This seriously couldn’t be the most testing factor of working with Zeke of all people but apparently Dina and Eren were on the same page.

“I don’t think it will.” Dina made a thinking face before bringing up her phone to do a quick search. “I only think it affects you if it’s passed down from a parent and not across from a sibling.”

With a groan, Carla threw her head onto your shoulders, feigning fatigue.

“Oh my goodness, my annecim only wants to be rich. Not a hard working bone in his body — Oh! I’ve failed.”

With a soft laugh, you patted the woman’s head.

“Sorry, Carla. I know you tried your best.”

At the end of the day though, Eren makes sure he always spoils you with nice things and doesnt mind spending maintenance money on you! He’ll always have coin for you regardless and loves when he sees you all dolled up under his appendage

he’s THAT Guy: he’ll wait for you when you get your manicures done and talks smooth with all the workers so he can get discounts and shii dhjddk 😭😭

“Girl, can I just say, your boyfriend is such goals? Like how he so smood with it?”

The nail technician briefly removed her face mask to whisper that to you, eyeing the way he was making easy conversation with the other woman.

With a small laugh, you tapped on side of your Airpod to pause your music so that you could also turn round to observe his antics.

“Yeah, no he treat me real well.”

Turning round back to her, you gave her a knowing look.

“You want me to hook you up with one of his friends?”

“What, they just as good as him?!” She whispered.

“Oh, nobody as good as him but they good.” Giving her a knowing look, you pursed your lips over at the woman.

With a nod and an impressed look back, the techniciane moved back to continue her work on your nails, her mood more excited.

“Okay, okay. I’ll see what you got to offer.”

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ej__jaeger she keeps saying her feet are cold but she never wants to wear socks 🤨⁉️ LIKE??? if your lil white manny toes are cold, SOCK EM! 🗣🗣

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sashabear7891 FOR FREE EREN???? FOR FREE???! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

uchihabapegod put dem dawgs away son 🌭

ej__jaeger @sashabear7891 you always know where to get the prem shit thoooo

ej__jaeger @uchihabapegod okay zeke so now that youve said that explain to me why exactly youre perceiving my girls toes??? 🤨📸

ej__jaeger @jeankirjr_ I am giving you three working minutes to unlike this post.

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ej__jaeger ROD 🚀

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mikamikamii THATS A BIG ROCK??

uchihabapegod Marriage?? In this economy???

carlaakarjaeg_34 Eren Text Me Right Now. Please Eren

yummir @ynprivnotpriv lmaooooooo i know you aint sleeping rn bitch come explaaiinn???

conniethe_conman only reason i know you lot are playing us is bc i know eren DOES NAWT have the funds for that and because y/n wouldn’t say yes to an unemployed MAN 😆😆

ej__jaeger @conniethe_conman the way you’re the only one to not fall for it but DAMN???

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Snk Characters at the Cookout

tags: headcanons, black!reader, gn!reader, food mention

a/n: another repost of one of posts from my og account. we’ve all probably wondered what it would be like having snk characters at the cookout and interacting with our families, i still say reiner and mikasa would have the absolute best time

eren

every now and then at the cookout, there is a fight and chances are eren would be in one, probably with one of your cousins cause they said some problematic shit

eren is the guy you bring that your relatives haze asking what his intentions are, why he grew his hair out, and of course, the staple threats of what they will do to him if he ever hurts you

he lowkey worries if your family dislikes him which you say is ridiculous

eren will totally side eye the hell out of you when you hit him with the ‘we about to leave’ text right before you spend 20 minutes saying ‘goodbye’ because you caught up in last minute convos with your cousins

he on thin ice after that fight, but he gets invited again because sure your family can be crazy but he fits right in even if he gets clowned for not knowing r&b classics playing on the stereo the entire day

the one to get irked the most by comments asking why you got yourself a white boy instead of dating a brother and it becomes an entire car ride and a half of a discussion on the way back home

armin

armin is that guy you date you lowkey think your mom loves more than you and literally texts and calls your mom daily to talk, so that is a no question that he gets invited to literally every family get together and leaves with so many leftovers

you know that uncle that goes “y’all don’t nothin’ ‘bout this right here” when candy by cameo or earth, wind, and fire comes on? armin always ends up with that guy and somehow ends up getting dragged out to learn how to do the electric slide

aunties adore this guy. it’s cause he is so teeny

like armin is their baby. “oh you need to eat more than that, baby, get some more of them greens” and insisting he comes over more often so they know he is fed

you always end up staying longer than planned because he gets so caught up talking to your family

hell you probably end up staying the night because armin insists on staying to help clean up

mikasa

now mikasa might not be the most active person at the cookout because she finds a corner to sit in but she shines best before when you spend the night at your momma’s to head out as a family

she likes hearing stories of how you were in your childhood and if your mom doesn’t offer to show off baby pictures, mikasa asks preemptively to look at them herself

at the cookout itself though, mikasa would probably spend a lot of time with the grandmas and aunties who would be the ones encouraging her to spend time with the young people

you get pulled aside by at least three different cousins that double check to make sure you together because they would wanna hit on her and if someone just straight up tried, she instantly says that you’re dating before they can much game in

seeing you have fun and spend time with your family makes mikasa very happy so she enjoys taking candid photos that become her lockscreen pics

you worry if you’re family is overwhelming for her, but she always tells you she enjoys getting to know your family

sasha

would sasha be invited to the cookout? that’s a no question

this girl loves to eat and you know damn well she would be down to eat some soul food

your momma loves her because sasha helps out in the kitchen and learns all the family recipes. deadass, her collard greens tastes just like your grandma’s and that came from your grandma herself so you know sasha shouldn’t take that compliment lightly. sasha probably also adores your grandma just as much as your grandma adores her

when they are cooking together, sasha goes on about her family and their traditions and how when her family does something, your family will be coming over to try their dishes

sasha doesn’t look like it, but she’s a dancer and if she hears dancing music you best believe she is dragging you out there the moment she hears a good beat and a “get down on it if you really want iiiit”

due to her high energy, she is pretty good with the kids and it wouldn’t be strange seeing her playing tag or racing games with them and while she can be competitive, she lets them win to build confidence

hell fuck it, sasha’s family would be invited to cookouts to plan out the wedding

reiner

reiner would be so good with the kids

you literally spend most of the time smiling to yourself because he’s playing football with them one moment and showing them how to pass the ball proper or he is giving piggyback rides 

like, if you were to bring him to get makeup done to have a tea party with plushies because your younger relatives wanted to do that, reiner would go the full nine yards and if your mom wasn’t already asking if y’all were planning to have kids she would very strongly hint that you should cause “just look at him, he would be such a good daddy”

would bring his cousin gabi along so she can make some more friends and she always ends up eating herself sick and reiner apologizes though it gets laughed off

when ain’t too proud to beg comes on, reiner gets david’s part. it is over the moment you hear the “I KNOOOOOW YOU WANNA LEAVE MEEEEEEH” but if a slow jam comes on, reiner is making sure you have a romantic dance together at least once

don’t even try coming to a family event without reiner, they will do nothing but ask why he isn’t there

[megamindsupremacy]

preface: so I started following bc of all the excellent dc posts, then also saw you have a dcxpjo crossover tag and was excited about that. Since then I watched dp because of the avalanche of new posts on my dash I needed to understand (the fandom seems way better than the show)

my question is: has anyone ever done something with danny phantom characters and magnus chase? Dead immortal teenagers with superpowers being the common factor here

Okay, so I went and checked ao3 and there appears to be three DPxMagnus Chase fics, two in English and both of the "throw twenty fandoms into one fic" variety. I haven't actually seen any DP/Riordianverse fics, aus, headcanons at all, which surprises me now that I think about it because PJO is a fairly large fandom and it gets crossed over pretty often.

I think a crossover with Danny Phantom and Magnus Chase would be wild, honestly. Magnus learning that ghosts are real and being like "yeah, fuck it, sure, why not, i guess ghosts are real, it's not like my afterlife isn't batshit insane enough already". Danny finding a hotel full of quasi-immortal kindaVikings that all kill each other on a regular basis and being vaguely concerned for all the inhabitants before remembering its Not His Problem and doing a 180 into having the time of his life starting shit. Danny haunting the halls of Hotel Valhalla while housekeeping tries to vacuum him off the ceiling and the entire time Magnus is just like "I don't know this guy, I have never met this dude before in my afterlife, this is definitely not my fault."

Also, (I Will put the ghost king au in all of my headcanons) Magnus being confused about the Realm Full of Ghosts Danny is in charge of, which includes gods (ghost-gods? ghosts of gods? gods of ghosts? ??) and trying to figure out how the ancient pantheons fit into it. Which is my excuse to share this snippet I wrote forever ago and never had a chance to use anywhere. It was literally just me trying to figure out how other afterlives fit into a universe where the ghost zone exists

“Hades?” Danny turned to [idk some stand in dude]. “Which Hades are we dealing with, here?”

“Neo-pagan, my lord.”

“Thanks.” Danny turned back to [original asker of question]. “Yeah, I’d rather just let Hades do his thing. Neo-Pagan Hades is pretty chill, but I don’t want to upset him over something like this.”

“What do you mean, ‘Neo-Pagan’ Hades?” [og asker of question]

“There are all sorts of gods,” Danny explained, eyes giving off the green glow that sometimes came when he was explaining something. Sam called them his ‘professor eyes’. “As king of the dead, I rule over all death gods, from all pantheons. Gods, unlike other entities, are sustained through belief- that’s what makes some gods splinter off from each other and create new ones. Beliefs change over time though, and sometimes the same god is created, but a little different. There are a few incarnations of the really old gods running around, those guys are a pain to deal with. Their neo-pagan versions tend to be more reliable, chill.”

“And sexy,” [stand in dude] piped up.

Danny sighed. “And sexy.”

also headcanon that the various afterlives are all alternate dimensions within the ghost zone formed and sustained from the belief of the occupants

edit: i had more thoughts

[ibuprofinator]

continuing my tags from the og post since I hit a limit w/o it telling me

Previous tags:

#what i'm thinking rn#post dai when he has the cure for the blight#he's tested it on blighted animals or w/e and it's all good#the wardens are officially ignoring him but there's a small group that are down w/the shit he's doing#he just can't find a volunteer among the wardens#so al is like hello beloved#this shit concerns the fuck out of me but i'll be your test subject#so he starts doing the same thing he did on the animals on al#but it isn't working the same so he's trying to adjust as he goes#and it's not working#al is just getting sicker and sicker and ilya physically can't reverse what he's doing#and he just...slowly dies

#this is obviously after they have a surprise baby and their daughter is just a few years old#and ilya is coping BADLY because of fucking course#but he's determined to get it right#so he does the same process on someone who got blighted#and it works the same way as it did on the blighted animals#so clearly it's the joining that's the issue

#he focuses entirely on curing people who got blighted normally because they won't let him get close to any of the joining materials until-#-post dav#but he's never able to fully cure it#you still gotta take meds every day but it's fairly simple to make on your own so he doesn't need to micromanage it

#he writes this whole ass book pre-dav including instructions on what you need to do to yourself to access the kind of magic required#and then the step by step process for mage wardens who do all that to follow in order to cure someone

#first warden denounces it and spreads a lot of bullshit about him among the wardens bc there's a lot of blood magic involved#and it's super risky to the mage warden who tries to do what ilya did to himself#also it'd kinda make an army of near immortal warden mages#but he can't just quietly kill the hero of ferelden

anyway so the first warden is hiding the info. and ilya's like. you fucking asshole my husband died for this. we can save people. but obv this is after the Great Blood Mage Bullshit of DAI so he doesn't want anyone touching any of this shit since it'd be very public. Ilya meanwhile doesn't gaf because he'll kill an army of templars if he needs to.

so basically the entire time between then and dav (max probably a year or so) he's trying to find wardens to help him. he gets velana and maybe a few other wardens here and there but none of the mages are willing to do that to themselves. i think he probably tries to find out if anders is still alive at one point out of desperation.

then dav happens (spoiler zone after this) and well, now there's a whole ass blight in the south again. morrigan collects him bc she's been taking care of his daughter alongside kieran (who's an older teen/young adult by this point iirc) and (very easily) convinces him to stop wandering around and help the inquisitor unite the south.

so now he's just working nonstop as someone who cures blighted people. has a whole team. sometimes goes out to areas just to cure the blight there. but it's not enough if he does it alone, and if a mage warden starts the process he went through to access this magic it'd be years before they could help with that and they need to focus on killing darkspawn en masse. it's really just his group of wardens that don't go back to weisaupt because hello? there's so much blight happening in the south? are you CRAZY?

and so he just keeps going. never really took the time to mourn alistair, doesn't slow down at ALL. helps jaya manage everything when he can as something of an advisor, goes up to the north with morrigan to get info on what the fuck the gods are doing, etc. really just doing fucking everything and constantly running on next to no sleep.

but then it's over and the blight has calmed the fuck down. he has to do significantly less to keep it in check and clear it out. the wardens that are left are much more unified and there are volunteers lining up to learn from him. and he's functionally immortal, too, so he just persists on like this with these wardens he's trained working with solas to permanently calm/eradicate the blight everywhere - including the black city.

at some point post-dav he and morrigan get unofficially married (just kind of quietly commit to each other, they were already co-parenting for ages before al died anyway) and take a few vacation years together with their kids before getting back to work.

his daughter that i still haven't fucking named yet has a family of her own. she's also a mage and I'm kind of playing with the idea of her inheriting mythal after morrigan but idk yet. so he has an active family that grows and ages and dies while he does all of this, but it's still a huge source of comfort to him once he learns to deal with outliving them all. anyway when it's all done in however many decades or centuries he's like tight. killing myself now LOL.

what if i just kill alistair in ilya's canon

[vicioux]

DARKLINA FIC RECS // part two

annnnnnd i'm back again with another 🌔 alarkling / darklina fic rec list 🌒 after i made one last month before the show premiered with all my OG darklina favs. i just had to after the massive influx of quality content + shippers (passing 1000 fics on the AO3 tag today!!) after Shadow & Bone premiered on Netflix last month (BIG shoutouts to episode 5) which actually made this quite difficult because i wanted to put everyone's lovely work on here! maybe that's the universe telling me to i'll need to keep making these lol without further ado here is PART TWO of my favorite post-show darklina fanfics for y'all to enjoy! happy reading!! p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here

multichapter (aka canon-divergence galore)

EQUALSVERSE series by della19 In which Aleksander is (mostly) what he pretended to be, and Alina learns about power. In this world, they get to be equals //note: y'all trust me this series is a must read!! parts 1, 3, 4, 5 are *chefs kiss*

SONG OF DYING STARS by andromedabennet His first dreams are of the darkness that frightens him and a little girl who can call to the light. He makes it his mission to find her, no matter what it might cost.

TEN SUNS IN THE SKY by presidenthades Alina has a happy childhood in a border town that never gets razed. Her father is a clever otkazat’sya blacksmith who labors over creations to rival any Fabrikator’s. Her mother is a Shu Inferni who teaches her daughter to embrace the sunlight in her hands and their heritage. When the family makes a fateful attempt to cross the Fold, the Darkling finds not a pawn but a queen.

TELL ME WHAT IT MEANS TO FIND GOD IN YOUR SOCK DRAWERS. TELL ME AGAIN (WHAT IF LOVE WERE ENOUGH FOR US) by lifeitself Two months before Mal and Alina are charted for their journey across the Fold, Alina enlists the help of the Darkling when the Fold begins to shrink. One Shadow Summoner -- and a Sun Summoner who has practiced her power every night since youth underneath thin duvets.

WHEN THE SUN RISES by ineedyoursway Alina is taken to the Little Palace after her Grisha test and given over to the Darkling to train. But there is one catch - when she comes of age, she is to marry Vasily Lantsov and continue the royal bloodline.

ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD by rist He returns to the war room shaken, and finds an Alina that cannot leave without at least having tried.

A LIGHT IN THE SHADOW by sleepydragon19 It was the fate of the Sun Summoner to be born, her fate to meet the Darkling, her fate to save Ravka. How this happens, however, is up to her and the choices people make. Alina is five years old when she first meets the Shadow Man. It changes everything.

LIKE A TEAR ON A CHEEK by arianakristine She escapes, late the night of the Fete. She knows she is a fool for what comes next, but can't forget the heart in his eyes all the same.

AN ORDINARY NAME by emmathescribe When Mal is killed on their first crossing of the Shadow Fold, a new power awakens within Alina. Traumatised and bereft, Alina finds herself thrust into the dazzling world of the Grisha, where she must try to grieve for Mal whilst navigating her growing relationship with the mysterious Darkling.

alternate universe

BLACK SMOKE WHITE FLAME by littleloststar The shadow made her an offer: stay in the castle with him, and the regiment would survive the harsh winter that had trapped them all in the ice-sheeted valley below. beauty&thebeast!AU

A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD by secretsarenotforfree An authoritative voice, lightly accented and full of power even when kept low for secrets sake, his back to her. A briefcase so neatly made it had to be bespoke. The tall bob of the top of just criminally beautiful hair. Puzzle pieces. Alina’s favorite. Especially when she was given the chance to assemble them into a whole. suits!AU

ALL ALONG THERE WAS SOME INVISIBLE STRING, TYING YOU TO ME by fionakevin073 “The universe made you for me,” Aleksander says, black eyes glinting with delight. “No,” she corrects softly. “The universe made us for each other.” (Alina and the Darkling are soulmates, but she doesn't know that yet) soulmark!AU

THE WITHERING by blonddragon Unrequited love is a beautiful horror. A white narcissus that falls from his lips. That strangles him from within. The Darkling is dying. Will Alina return his love before it is too late? hanahaki!AU

AWAKENING by sol_moon “If there was a way to cure your cancer, would you take it?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper, silver eyes boring into her. She fought back a snort, despite the tense air. There was no cure, she knew that. But she might as well indulge him in his fantasies. “In a heartbeat.” modernvampire!AU

oneshots

I SHOULD LIVE IN SALT by larry_hystereks Alina returned back with the Darkling to Little Palace after he destroyed Novokribirsk. years pass. they grow together, build together, work together. And then she’s taken. (an exploration into their dream connection, a marriage, and finding their home)

ROYALS by larry_hystereks The married rulers of ravka celebrating their first anniversary together (au where they’re married and aleks surprises her for their anniversary with a puppy)

TALES FROM THE LIZARD BRAIN OF ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA by presidenthades The Darkling is a centuries-old mastermind with utter control over his basest instincts. His lizard brain does not always follow the agenda.

THE CALM BEFORE THE THUNDER by ceris_malfoy (Child, the Stag says. To the one that mattered, you were always enough.) When the Darkling asks, none of them seem to know why she isn’t waking, why her light feels like a slow drag in her veins to him instead of the rapids it usually is. On the 3rd day, he finally swallows, gathers his nerve, and mutters, “Her body is rejecting the amplifier.”

smut 🌶️🌶️🌶️

REFLECTIONS OF A SAINT by lightning_strikes_twice He tugs on the tie to her robe and she doesn't stop him. It's easy to shut her eyes, let herself drown in the feeling of assurance and right-ness when he touches her. It's not so bad, Alina thinks, to make mistakes in the dark.

SACCHARINE by valkyrhys Not many people surprise me, Miss Starkov, he had said all those months ago. Now, Aleksander sits back on his heels and looks down at his beloved Sun Summoner, his pretty little pet reduced to a mess of trembling limbs and gasping breath by his hand.

CONTROL by maleficar Aleksander impresses the importance of control on Alina. She is a quick study.

WE COULD HAVE HAD THIS by solnichka Alina cuts a deal with the Darkling in exchange for Mal's life, and the Darkling takes more than was bargained as they cross the fold.

AND MY BODY FOUND THE WIND by redbelles Alina rides a horse, and then something else entirely. (The Darkling. She rides the Darkling.)

LOVE AND WAR by starwarringavengers How the Winter Fete scene should have gone, if they weren't interrupted.

RAVENOUS by under_the_rose For obvious reasons, it's not widely known that the queen prefers the company of the General of the Second Army for her heats.

anything and everything by these authors

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