#Who else is in the “has a half sibling but looks and acts like full siblings club”?

[lcec0ldheart]

Concept scribble of Violet’s brother?

I don’t think I’ve told you guys yet, but Violet has a younger half brother -Haven’t gotten around to drawing him yet, but I think I have some kind of idea of what he looks like now. His name is Crimson (it would be funny to name him Scarlet but nah) and he’s…around 10? A chaotic, charimastic kid that’s too clever for his own good and sometimes is a bit crazy but that’s what makes him fun! He’s shy with new people but once he’s comfortable with you, better hope he’s not gonna drag you into all kinds of hijinks. He’s a bit emotional and does care what you think and likes attention, even if he doesn’t say it. Sweet kid that makes mistakes.

(update: give me a bit after class him to shade but here it is. wait why does he look like a girl-)

[novamirmirsblog]

Choo Choo +18

Genre: fluff/smut

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Word count: 3,029

Request: no

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT. MINORS DNI <3

A/n: it's funny cause this was supposed to end with just a kiss but that damn other fic has broken my brain and I needed to procrastinate going back to it for a little while. Anyways, enjoy this unhinged fic cause I stayed up till 1am writing this lil pot of nonsense <3

You were settled down, just about to open your book when a redhead burst into your cabin.

The two of you just stared at each other.

"Can I help you?" You asked uncertainly, suddenly second guessing that this was even your cabin to begin with.

"No, just-" She cut herself off, looking around the cabin before her eyes settled back on your face "act like we know each other?"

Ah. So she's not bought a ticket then. At least she's pretty. You thought to yourself as you gave her a curt nod. She took that as an invitation to sit down opposite you.

You could feel her silently watching you as you tried to read the same paragraph for the third time. With a sigh, you closed your book and looked at the woman opposite you. Her full lips, green eyes, and high cheekbones gave her an effortless sort of beauty.

"Train hopping?" you asked. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to ask a stranger about their potential crimes but you figured this was ridiculous enough and if she didn't like it, she could crash in someone else's train carriage.

"Something like that." Her expression was guarded but her eyes were curious.

People's eyes give too much away. Your grandmother told you that.

"Where are you headed?"

"Same place as you."

"What's your name?" Granted, that should have been the first question you asked but you weren't expecting company.

"What's yours?"

"I asked first."

"You also got answers to all those other questions. It's my turn."

You scoffed "I'd hardly call those answers. My name is Y/n. Now that's an actual answer."

"Natalie."

Something about the way her demeanour shifted made you think she was lying but this was a long train journey. You'd get the truth out of her eventually.

"So Natalie, are you going to answer any of my questions truthfully?"

"My answers haven't been not truthful." She leaned back in her your chair.

"They haven't been truthful either."

Her eyes gleamed. She seemed to like this game. "Ask me another."

"Why? You'll just tell me another half-truth" You wanted to pout but that would be childish and the last thing you wanted was for this woman to think you were a child.

"How else will we pass the time? You can try to get the truth from my half-answers." The innocent look on her face made you suspicious.

"I mean I have plenty to pass the time. You don't even have hand luggage. It seems like you're the one who needs entertainment more than I do."

"Fine. Go back to your book then." She turned nonchalantly, looking out the window with her chin resting in one hand.

You opened your book again when she gasped. You ignored her and she was silent for a few moments before gasping again. She continued this for ten minutes before you gave up reading yet again.

"What?"

Natalie smiled at you triumphantly "The clouds are just so pretty."

You sighed. "Tell me your name- your real name and I'll play your game."

"I go by Natasha now." Her voice was a little quieter than it had been, a little more muted. You wanted to know why.

"Where are you from?"

"All over." Glee entered her face now you were entertaining her idea again. You couldn't help but smile.

"Are you a natural redhead?"

"Does this look dyed to you?" She sounded slightly offended.

"Got any siblings?"

"Sort of."

Strange answer. Most people either had siblings or didn't. Maybe they were estranged. Or maybe it was more of the 'found family' sort of situation.

"Boyfriend?"

"Used to. if you could call it that."

You cocked your head. You wanted more than that.

"Well what would you call it?"

Natasha leaned forward, placing an elbow on each of her legs and lacing her fingers together. You had a sudden thought that this must be what your cat looked like before he pounced on an unsuspecting rat.

"Experimentation."

You mimicked her position, which may have been a bad idea because the two of you were now a lot closer than you should have been, but it was too late to back down now.

"And what did you find?"

You could have sworn her eyes darted to your lips for a brief moment but it was over before you could even register it properly.

"That women make prettier faces when they cum than men."

You choked on air, moving away from her as you felt your face heat up. Natasha just gently laughed at you.

"Y/n, are you a prude?"

"Oh, so you're asking the questions now?"

"Maybe your questions were boring me." that glint still hadn't left Natasha's eyes.

"Well were they?"

"No."

"Well ditto." You said, trying to calm your face and breathing.

"Ditto?"

"Yes. Ditto. The answer to your question - it's no."

"You sure?" Natasha bit her lip and looked at you through her eyelashes.

"Y-yep. 100% sure." you cleared your throat "A-anyway, do you like movies?"

"Yes."

"What's your favourite movie?"

"I like spy movies." Natasha looked about sheepishly.

"Why do you look so guilty?" The amusement in your voice was obvious enough that Natasha glared at you.

"Because I'm a super secret international spy."

"Uh hu. And you just readily gave up that information?" you asked, skepticism heavy in your voice

"Who's going to believe you?"

"Alright Miss super spy. Show me a super spy move then."

Natasha got off the chair, placing her left arm next to your head and leaning in close, her breath mixing with yours. Her eyes stayed on yours the whole time and just as you thought she was going to close the gap between you and kiss you, she pulled away triumphantly, your bracelet dangling from between her index and middle finger.

"That proves nothing. All that proves is that you're a thief." You tried to calm your flustered heart, your words coming out a little more clipped than they meant to be.

"A thief? No no, you're the one who stole my heart." Natasha smirked.

"Does that line ever work?" You laughed before reaching for your bracelet.

Natasha pulled the bracelet away from you just as your fingertips brushed it.

"It's pretty. I might keep it." Natasha gently twirled the bracelet, the metal chain glinted in the afternoon sun and bounced light around the carriage.

"Natasha give it back."

"But I like to keep pretty things." Natasha looked dead at you when she said 'pretty things' and you'd be lying if it didn't do something to you.

"It's not yours to keep."

"But it could be. For this train ride at least." You had the faintest feeling the two of you were no longer talking about the bracelet.

"You're not a magpie. Give it back."

"Ah the magpie, my spirit animal." Natasha looked wistfully out the window and you followed her gaze, half expecting to actually see a magpie.

"Natasha whatever-your-last-name-is, did you just offer up free information? You're getting soft."

Natasha let out a note of laughter, looking almost shocked at herself for, indeed, telling you something unprompted.

"I suppose I did. You're making me soft." Natasha told you in an accusatory tone.

"I am not! You're doing this on your own."

"If Bruce could see me now..." Natasha seemed to shrink just the tiniest amount as she flopped down next to you.

"Who's Bruce?" You hoped you wouldn't regret that question.

"The boyfriend." Natasha gave you a look

"What did he say?" You had seen that look enough times to know he did something.

"Nothing really but that was the problem." There was a beat of silence before Natasha seemed to word vomit "I can't have children." Natasha gasped at her own statement.

She hadn't meant to say that. The way confusion clouded her face made that evident.

"Do you want children?"

Natasha didn't answer, her confusion slowly turning to horror.

"It's okay you know." You said before Natasha could continue down whatever line of thought she was currently on.

Natasha looked at you questioningly so you elaborated.

"It must be my face or vibe or something. People tend to tell me things they probably didn't mean to speak into existence."

"It's your vibe. Definitely your vibe."

The two of you sat in silence for a little while. Sometimes people needed a push and sometimes they needed space. You got pretty good pretty quickly at learning which one was appropriate and when.

Natasha spoke softly "I don't know if I want them or not. It's just not fair I didn't get the chance to make that decision for myself."

"No it's not. But it doesn't make you any less. Besides, you're funny and gorgeous so I'm sure you'd have plenty of women lining up to have your babies."

Natasha then let out a quiet laugh. You thought that was your favourite laugh so far. It was kind of like when you get someone to smile after they had been crying. You couldn't help but smile at her as you watched her sit up a little straighter and that playful look re-entered her eyes.

"You think I'm funny?"

"Sure. Funny looking." You smirked at her.

"I can't be funny looking and gorgeous."

"I never said I found you gorgeous. Maybe I'm straight."

"Spaghetti is also straight until it gets wet."

"That is horrible!" You laughed "In fact, that's almost as bad as when men say 'you just haven't found the right man yet'." You put on your best 'man' voice and Natasha joined in with your laughter.

"Okay okay, that was terrible." Natasha said between breaths of laughter. "I just couldn't help it though! Besides how else would I figure out if I've got a chance with the pretty lady I'm sharing a carriage with?"

"I mean you could always just ask." Neither of you were laughing now. The tone was a little more serious.

"Well?" Natasha prompted

"Well what?" She had made you squirm. It was only fair you returned the favour.

Natasha sighed and rolled her eyes, a smile playing at her lips. "Are you into women?"

You grinned "Maybe." You said in the same tone Natasha had used before, when she was giving you half-answers.

Natasha gasped "That's a super secret spy move! You can't use that. It's trademarked."

"Does this answer your question then?" You said as you slowly moved closer to her face, your hand reaching for her jaw.

Natasha's pupils grew bigger as her eyes darted from your lips to your eyes. You were pretty sure her gaze also landed on your breasts a few times but it wasn't like you could talk, you had certainly looked at hers. She put one hand on your neck and another on your chin, running her thumb over your lower lip. You took her thumb between your teeth and gently licked it, causing Natasha's breath to falter in the most beautiful way. You shifted even closer to her, your knee bumping into her thigh before releasing her thumb from your mouth and moving your lips to hers. The kiss was brief at first, you wanted to test the waters, to make sure you really weren't misreading the situation. Natasha made it clear that she wanted the same when she pulled your face back towards hers. The hand that was wrapped around your neck moved to your collarbone before returning to where it was previously to tug gently on the baby hairs that lay there. You let out a light groan at the sensation, wanting to be impossibly closer to Natasha.

The smell of her perfume invaded your senses and you wanted to lick it off her neck. So you do. You lick and nibble and suck your way down her neck, starting at that spot just below her ear. The groans that Natasha lets out only encourage you.

"Y-yes. Right there." Natasha breathes out as your teeth graze over a particularly sensitive part of her neck. You bite harder, causing Natasha to moan into your ear, before soothing the skin with your tongue.

Natasha moves her hands to your legs, running her nails up and down from your knee to your upper thigh, never letting her fingers get to where you need them most. You kiss her harder, unbuttoning the first few buttons of her crisp, white shirt, giving your access to the swell of her breasts. You watch as they rise and fall with jagged breaths that betrays just how needy Natasha is. You glance up at her to see her staring down at you with an intense expression. You kiss the tops of her breasts as you work your hands around her and under her shirt to run your fingernails along her back. The loud moan Natasha lets out has you praying the sounds of the train muffle her.

"What do you think about?" Natasha asks you breathlessly. "What do you think about when you touch yourself? Do you think about inadequate exes? Or do you think about fucking strangers?" Natasha threw her head back as you pinched one of her nipples. Her question made your brain short circuit. Natasha took this opportunity to push you down on the train seat as she straddled you.

"From now on I'll think of you." Natasha began to grind her hips on your thigh. "Of how pretty you look under me." You groaned in response.

Natasha paused for a moment to slip her slender fingers into your shorts and she smirked when she felt how wet you were through the fabric of your underwear. Your thighs were embarrassingly slick from just the mere thought of Natasha and now she was actually touching you, it was like the floodgates had opened.

Your hips bucked up involuntarily when Natasha finally finally touched you where you needed it the most. Granted, it was through fabric but you'd take anything at this point. You unzipped Natasha's jeans and tugged weakly at them, hoping Natasha would let you take them off.

Natasha got off you briefly, pulled off her jeans and then scrambled to get back to you. "Take your top off" She demanded.

You sat up, pulling your tank top over your head as Natasha straddled your lap. She whimpered as she moved against you, the dark spot on her underwear growing larger and soaking through to your leg. You watch as she moves her hand into her panties and clench around nothing when you hear just how wet she is as she fucks herself. You grab her wrist and pull her hand out from where it was nestled. She groans in displeasure and looks at you with fury in her eyes. That fury quickly transforms to lust when you bring her fingers into your mouth as you lick them clean. Natasha grinds against you harder and faster, chasing her high. Your hand replaces hers and you circle her clit and she shoves her fingers deeper into your throat. Your eyes water as you gag, drool running down your chin.

"Fuck you look so beautiful." Natasha cried out needily, "Should have bought my strap." She muttered, more to herself than you.

You dipped your fingers lower, curling them into Natasha as you rubbed her clit with your thumb. You stroked inside her as you felt her flutter around you. Natasha removed her hand from your mouth, instead using it to steady herself above you as she got closer and closer to the edge.

Three little words were all it took to push Natasha over the edge and into relief. "Cum for me."

Her body collapsed on top of you as she panted into the crook of your neck. Your fingers were still inside her when she finally sat up a little, resting on her elbows, looking at you with a dazed expression. You licked your lips as she moved her hand between you, grasping your fingers and taking them out of her with a moan, before licking them clean.

Natasha moved down your body, littering kisses as she went

"Nat-" You moaned out as she reached the top of your underwear. You could feel her breath on you and your hips once again bucked up needily.

"Hush. You don't want anyone hearing us do you?" Natasha said as she peeled your panties down, past your knees and over your ankles.

You whimpered as you bit the back of your hand in an attempt to keep quiet when Natasha kissed your clit. Natasha moaned as she tasted you, the sound shooting right through you. With your free hand you twisted your fingers into her hair, tightly holding on to try to ground yourself. The feel of her tongue and fingers was overwhelming. You felt as if you were going to float away. You squirmed as she added a second and third finger inside you but she held you down with the arm that was previously stroking your thigh. You began to tremble and your legs started to shake.

"Tasha I'm gonna-" You couldn't speak in full sentences, your tongue felt too big for your mouth and your mind was filled with pleasure.

"Good girl." Natasha mumbled into your clit and you let out a whoreish moan. "Come on pretty, cum for me like the good girl you are." You let go, allowing the pleasure to overcome you as your vision blurs a little around the sides.

The two of you lay there, pants echoing around the room. Natasha's face is covered in your juices and she wipes it with the back of her hand. You whimper at the sight. Natasha reaches over to the little table in the train cabin and grabs a napkin. She writes something down on it in lipstick before reapplying some to her lips.

"Give me a call. Maybe we'll be heading in the same direction again."

The conductor announces that the next stop is coming up and Natasha gives you a kiss on the forehead before pulling on her jeans and rebuttoning her shirt. She's gone before the train pulls into the station and you hope your paths cross again as you put her number into your phone.

[twistmusings]

Hi!! :) Could I please request the vice dorm leaders and what gets them flustered? I was thinking in a fluffy way, but I wouldn't mind if it took a more nsfw direction too lmao ;) Hope you're having a great day!!! :)

Thank you! I hope you're having a lovely day as well!

Vice Dorm Leaders - What gets them flustered?

CW: SFW, Super niche headcanons for Jade that are ALL FOR ME because I think they're cute (lol), Rook is implied to have a crush on Neige (but like a celebrity crush). Mostly fluff so nothing super intense here!

Trey Clover

Trey doesn't get flustered often, but he's not unshakable either.

He gets flustered when he's being praised-- not so much when it's a passing compliment, but when several people are complimenting him at once, he will get a bit red in the cheeks.

He gets flustered when he has to dress up. Especially if he feels as though he's overdressed. He is the sort of person who isn't a huge fan of drawing attention to himself, so he always feels like he looks tall, lanky, and awkward in formal suits, or even fancy clothes like the ceremonial robes. It's not so bad if he's surrounded by other people in the robes, but if he's being honored for something he would be quite happy to just sink into the floor.

Similarly, he gets super embarrassed when he has to put on costumes. He would often take his younger siblings trick or treating when he was still living at home, and he would always want to wear a mask because he would turn bright red if he got caught in costume by someone he knew. Unfortunately for him, his parents really didn't often let him wear a mask for the full night because he would act as an additional chaperone for his siblings, and he wasn't really able to avoid a costume lest he disappoint said siblings, so...

Jade Leech

Jade also doesn't fluster easily. In fact, he's downright difficult to fluster in any meaningful capacity. However, and this is entirely conjecture because it's not really touched on at all in canon, I like to believe he was a lot more shakable as a middle schooler.

Hear me out... I think Jade and Floyd had braces. Do I really have any evidence for this other than the fact that Jade tends to smile with a closed mouth? No, absolutely not, but I'm sticking to my guns. I think Jade had braces and was shy about it, so he tends to keep his mouth closed more than Floyd does out of habit.

The other thing that embarrassed the hell out of him? When he first came on land and was learning how legs work, he ate shit a lot. There were many occasions where he "folded in half like a folding chair" as Floyd loves to put it. He hates it when his brother tells that story, and he gets a little flustered every time... And a strong, strong Cain Instinct.

He will tell you he's shy but that's pretty much a lie. He only really gets shy if someone is intensely examining him, and even then he finds it more unsettling than flustering.

Now, acts of physical affection? That's what will fluster him. He's used to casual touches from Floyd or Azul since they've grown up together, but to have someone else straighten his collar or give him a hug would be enough to give him the jitters. Unfortunately, he has an exceptionally good poker face, so even if he is flustered, most people probably wouldn't be able to tell.

Jamil Viper

Compliments are, quite literally, the fastest way to see Jamil get bashful. Of course he loves to hear praise about himself, and he often says it as a joke, but if he gets a heartfelt compliment he goes red in the face in an instant and has no idea how to respond. Kalim is unfortunately very honest about his feelings which means that he's very good at flustering the good Christ out of him when he tries.

Another thing that flusters him is having someone clock into the fact that he's a lot more talented than he usually shows. He hates having it pointed out, after all he's doing his best to be subtle, but if they notice and don't make a big deal of it or only mention it privately, he will get a little flustered. In a good way. It kind of feels nice to be known.

Flirt with him. That's not a joke-- he's very unused to having people flirt with him so he trips over himself really fast if someone hits on him.

Rook Hunt

Rook is a tough nut to crack. Staying calm is a huge part of being a successful hunter, so there's not a lot that someone could do that would break through that.

... Unless your name is Neige Leblache, in which case, everything you do that acknowledges him is going to fluster him. Rook has such a celebrity crush it's not funny.

If your name isn't Neige, though, the quickest way to fluster him is definitely to catch him off guard. It's hard as hell to do, but very rewarding, especially if you manage to catch him, the romantic, off guard with a pick up line. It helps to have a prop prepared, and if you want to see him swoon get him a bouquet. He finds the spontaneity romantic.

Lilia Vanrouge

If Rook is a tough nut, Lilia Vanrouge is solid stone. He's incredibly hard to fluster. Essentially take the level of calm and level-headedness that you get with Rook and crank the knob all the way up and then break it off. He's nearly unshakable simply because of all the lived experiences he has.

There are a couple of ways, though, so not all hope is lost!

The first is to court him. I don't mean hitting on him, and I don't even mean asking him out. I mean old-fashioned do their research, link arms with him, pen a letter and bring him flowers and jewelry type court. He was raised in an era where being courted and being chivalrous was very, very in fashion. He loves to be doted on, and that sort of dedication will both impress and fluster him.

The other way is more platonic, and that's to make him feel like he's family. Lilia highly values family, and it feels good to have a place surrounded by people that makes him feel like he belongs. He spent a lot of his youth at war and seeing the parts of humanity that most people would turn their heads away from. He sometimes feels like he is a monster, so having someone who can love him in spite of where he's been and what he's done means more to him than he can put into words. If they do something that makes him have that momentary realization that Oh, they love him unconditionally, it's going to fluster him. He'll get red in the face and might even get a little bit teary.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Personally, I've been curious about your eldritch au you've mentioned once or twice... but that might be because I'm a Duckett for that kind of stuff lol

Ah, no worries! I don't mind answering any questions you have!

So, for the 👾Eldritch AU, let's pick X-Men Evolution as the chosen media. The adults are way older than the kids, for one thing. Victor and Logan would be the oldest, but instead of being about 200 years old like in canon, in this they would be closer to something 200,000,000 years old. The other adults would likely range between 160,000,000 to 20,000,000 years old. Very old, older than most countries, and definitely older than the kids combined.

Now, for the teens and Reader, they are, well... pretty close to baby eldritch beings. They still appear mostly human, but for the teens, they are more in-tune with their powers, and have the adults to protect them and raise them (the adults view them as very young. Wouldn't leave them anywhere near humans unless those humans are their cults, followers, or harmless/powerless to them. You can bet that Logan and Ororo are Team Dad and Mom, with Xavier as kindly Grandfather and Hank as the polite, secretly fun Uncle/Dad. Magneto and Mystique are better parents in this au, but are very, very protective. Victor is still mostly himself, but has a soft spot for some of the kids...

Now, about the Reader: They aren't aware they are a baby elder god. They weren't aware those were real, or that there would even be others... They know they are... odd..., but they figure it is just an illness. A hallucination. Their dreams are even stranger, of things they've never seen before and beings that border between human and beast and element and who knows what else, whispers of things they never remember when they wake up. Yet one day, they end up moved into a small town, between New York and Canada, and realize this town they're in is... weird. Unsettling levels of weird. People act strange... sharp grins, manic eyes, and strange beliefs of local monsters and spirits, it seems...

It doesn't take long for the adults to realize that the new human isn't a human at all. It's a baby of their kind. And they're quite pleased. One thing they've done is send dreams and visions to any eldritch beings out there, a beacon to bring them closer to their home... It acts as a way of drawing in the baby eldritches, so the adults can offer protection (and a town full of over-protective and over-zealous humans, to act as guards and sometimes food/sacrifices, if needed/wanted). Of course, trying to get Reader to one of their altars, somewhere they can make their claim over them, is easier said than done. They're a rather skittish kid, and anything pertaining to what they are or the horrors of the town are like repellant to them. Yet, their kids are determined... They have wanted a new friend (and maybe sibling), for awhile, and the Reader looks like a good fit to them. A new personality, and someone they have to work for to keep. And Reader slowly befriends them, albeit thinking they are a little odd... but, the teens aren't anywhere near as creepy or stilted as anyone else in that sleepy town, so if for once someone wants to be their friend, they'll try...

When one of the adults is finally able to draw Reader out to one of their altars (by a dream/hallucination that has them not realizing where they're going), they're ready to introduce themselves properly this time. They have met before, in their human guise, but never as they truly are... And it's about time to explain what they are, and what Reader is... The moment Reader realizes they are in the woods in the dead of night, they're freaked out. Only for something, something they've only ever seen in their dreams, to appear... Then they promptly run.

The adult/s is/are able to stop them, but not after chasing them half-way back to the Reader's house by the edge of the woods and town... Being able to finally slow them down leaves their newest kid a trembling mess, one who really does look like the young eldritch child they are... Explaining what they are doesn't take too much effort, and Reader is now gifted answers, some they definitely didn't want. When they try to leave, asking if things can go back to normal, well... they are met with a big NO. The adult/s want to make a claim, to have Reader as THEIR kid... and they are unswerving in that goal...

So now Reader has to deal with the knowledge of what the town truly is, that their friends and their parents/guardians are something beyond comprehension, and that they're not able to leave, no matter what they do... The adult/s do go about settling them in, yet have to more times than not ... sedate... their newest child. They're gentle, but they also realize this one kid in particular is stubborn about not staying, of being scared of them, of the safe haven they've made... But, it isn't much issue to keep them close... Some love and care will do them good, along with whatever powers they can use to calm them...

It is what any parent would do for their baby...

(The teens and Reader do still get along, agreeing that the adults can be over-protective. However, the teens are okay with their parents/guardians for the most part and having Reader with them, while Reader is... not okay with it. Cuddling between the adults and kids happens. Whether in human form or eldritch deity form...)

(I hope you enjoyed this! Ask anymore questions you want, and have an awesome day!💛😊)

[mahvaladara]

I was tagged by @izayoirii. Thank you. I love doing these.

B A S I C S

Name: Khal'lil Varysia (Khalil)

Nicknames: Khal, by everyone, dragon, by Mako, my child, by Hydaelyn, Star (by others of his race and dragons).

Age: Adult, appears to be in his mid thirties.

Nameday: 10th of First Astral Moon. Was the day he was found.

Race: Asheren (outsider) Dragon, everyone believes him to be a Raen Au'Ra.

Gender: Male

Orientation: Pan. Catching feels for a deaf librarian.

Profession: Warrior of Light, Wandering Scholar, Mage, wandering star.

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Long, red and straight. He leaves his side-bangs loose and ties half of his hair in a bun. He also likes side-braids.

Eyes: Shifting between a sharp green and neon green.

Skin: Pale and caucasion, littered in gold scales. Khal does not tan easily, and if it was not for being a dragon, he'd walk around sunburned.

Tattoos/scars: Khal has a very deep scar on his chest, right over his heart. It appears he was pierced by something or pinned. The scar's a little bruised from being shot by another dragon and later on by an ascian cause seeing his friend get shot was not deterrent enough to stop him from trying. He has a few adventuring scars on his arms and back, some spells he failed to dodge or a blade who got to close for comfort, or a lesson or two from being too cocky.

As for tattoo, Khal doesn't have tattoos but he has full body warpaint on. It's quite water resistent and not easy to smudge. When it does get smudged he either paints it back on himself, asks someone else to help him with it, but most of the time just uses magic to reapply it.

F A M I L Y

Parents: He has no parents. His parents passed away several decades/centuries ago. Far before he became lost and was buried. His parents disappeared around the same time the rest of his race started disappearing.

Siblings: No siblings he knows off. Khal is a lone star.

Grandparents: Technically, Majah, as the mother of all Asheren, would be considered his grandmother.

In-laws and Others:

Mostly friends. He holds very few people as important in his life. He cares deeply for Ryl and feels a connection with the elezen, as if they have met before in another world. He respects and looks up to Mako, as a much older and much more skilled WoL. Gets along with Ishwa, Inouva and Haoru and often goes adventuring with Gal, another fellow adventurer.

S K I L L S

Abilities:

Very simmilar to the Echo but also different, Khal has the Sight, associated to a third eye he choses to hide. The sight gives him sinesthesia, and he can see emotions, auras and intentions. The rest of it acts almost identical to the Echo. He has no control over it.

Khal as a great prophiciency at many types of magic, from wielding it with the use of grimoires for offense or defense, to mixing it currently with a blade with red magic, Khal has understanding of both white and black magic and arcamina. He is absolutely fascinated by the flow of aether which has lead some of his friends to suspect that perhaps Khal comes from the realm of Aether or from another world watsoever.

Hobbies:

Seamstress, journaling , botany and traveling. Learning anything he possibly can. Khal is a knowledge hoarder. Reading, he's an avid reader and often visits libraries to borrow books.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Selflessness and curiosity.

Most Negative Trait: Recklessness and pride.

L I K E S

Colors: Wine Red, Moad and Rhotano Blue, Grape Purple.

Smells: Pine, lavenders and sandalwood. Also the scent of freshly baked bread.

Textures: Silk, cotton and fresh grass under his feet.

Drinks: Chamomile and lavender tea and Mead.

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: No.

Drinks: Water, Tea, wine and mead. He loves mead.

Drugs: He does not take them. But someone needs to remind him some people don't want heroes around, and that qualifies WoL too. He should be careful with what he drink or eats. We never know when it might be drugged or poisoned.

Mount Issuance:

A white chocobo named Volante and a calvary drake he's still trying to tame.

Been Arrested: No. At least not yet.

I tag: @izayoiri (make for another char); @lazysunjade (for any character you wish); @dandylion240 (any character you wish).

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Made to be XI

Read the rest of the series here: Made to be

Notes: I think this might be it...I'm not sure if it's exactly what everyone will want. But the good news is, I feel like I might have few short extras/check-ins in the future so don't miss them too much.

Thank you, thank you, thank you all for reading this series for the last two months. I hope you enjoyed it sincerely and truly. I've really loved writing about this cute little couple.

Warnings: absolutely none

“Harry is so lucky to have you,” Gemma promised. “I won’t ever let him forget it, and you shouldn’t either,” she said. “I know he’s my brother, but he would be lost without you...it’s like...he was made to be with you. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.”

January

Harry had been so standoffish. He still took care of her—made sure she had enough blankets, enough water, enough to eat. But he was practically...unapproachable...That’s the only way she could think to describe it. He was short with her. Sure, kitten. No, kitten. I don’t know, love.

It made her uneasy. She didn’t want to bring it up...and she probably should have. She knew Harry was big on open communication... If it was anything but this, she would have talked it out with him.

But it was him.

And Harry...

Harry was...something else. It had been a year and a half of knowing one another. Just about a year of dating. This Christmas she and Harry did a quick trip to England, so they could spend time with her family around the Holidays as well. Even in England Harry was acting weird.

“Are you alright, love?” Anne asked. She was staring out the window while she insisted helping with the dishes. Harry and Gemma were in the other room cleaning up the wrapping paper and other dishes. Their bickering over who should be the one to take the trash out could be heard from the kitchen.

She felt her lip wobble. She didn’t want to talk about her son to her. She shook her head. “Harry’s been weird,” she whispered. “Feels like...how it did...with my ex,” she swallowed. “M’sorry. I shouldn’t talk to you about Harry.”

“Oh love,” she said stilling her washing and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Harry is crazy about you. Even when he’s not...expressing it. You’re in his every thought, I promise,” she said firmly. She nodded and took a deep breath.

She knew she should just talk to Harry about it. It wasn’t a big deal...probably. Like most things it was probably all in her head. “Maybe the novelty of me has worn off,” she mumbled. “M’not full of drama and excitement,” she joked.

“Love,” she chided sweetly. “Harry doesn’t love you for the drama and excitement. He loves you for the calmness and sweetness,” she whispered. “You make him excited the second you walk in the room. We’ve been waiting for you to find him...and I won’t let him act anything less than perfect for you—you’re not leaving any of us,” she said knowingly. “So get used to it.”

She smirked, swiped at the stray tear that fell down her cheek as Harry and Gemma came storming into the kitchen. “Mum, please tell Gemma that I was the one who put the star on the tree at Grandma’s when I was younger.”

“There’s no way, pipsqueak,” she glared up at her brother who was a foot taller than her. “You couldn’t reach.”

Anne rolled her eyes. “M’pretty sure Grandma would just take it off so both of you could have the chance to put it on,” she smirked.

Gemma’s mouth popped open, and Harry turned to look at her; a knowing expression on his face. The sweet girl by the sink giggled. “That’s adorable.”

“Technically, m’right,” Harry said.

“Technically m’right,” Gemma mimicked in a tone that wasn’t even Harry’s and she stuck her tongue out at him. Harry pinched Gemma’s sides and she smacked him across the chest as siblings do.

“Hope you’re in it for the long haul,” Anne mumbled in her ear as she continued with the dishes. She smirked and shook her head. “Harry, would you relieve your poor lady of dish duty.”

Harry snickered and flicked Gemma on the cheek for good measure as he made his way to her side. “Thanks, kitten,” he said sweetly, pressing a kiss to her temple and nudging her out of the way with his hip. She took a deep breath feeling a slight bit of relief at his display of affection. But it was still so short. Not that she expected a long eloquent speech about dishes. But it was everything in their life recently felt like this. It made her so anxious.

Gemma nodded toward the living room, so she followed her there. “I know time is pretty limited this visit, do you want to go shopping or anything while you’re here? Visit the bakery you liked or that bookstore?”

“Oh...um...we don’t have to, no. M’just happy to see you and your mom,” she said sweetly.

Gemma smiled at her. “You haven’t heard from your ex since I visited right?” She asked. It seemed out of the blue. Shocked her a bit to think about that stupid day.

She blinked in surprise at her line of questioning. “N-no, not at all.”

She nodded. “Good, I hope he keeps his word that he won’t bother you ever again,” she shook her head. “Ridiculous.”

“Um...is there a reason you asked?”

“Well, I’ve asked Harry every so often, but he’s all privacy when it comes to you, y’know,” she shrugged. “Like I’m not allowed to know information about my future sister-in-law,” she rolled her eyes. “Think he’s a bit miffed he got punched in the face,” she smirked.

There was so much to process in Gemma’s words. She felt like an idiot sitting there, not knowing that she had specifically asked Harry on clearly more than one occasion about the exciting event from Gemma’s visit to the states. She was stunned by the future sister-in-law comment. Thinking about it made her stomach and heart flutter in tandem. Harry acting so weird made it seem nearly impossible to think about. And thinking about Harry getting punched in the face, even though it was long since happened, made her stomach churn.

“Oh...” she shook her head. “Well, you could ask me.”

“I know, but I didn’t want t’ask you over the phone. Seemed a bit much and impersonal and me dragging stuff up. I didn’t want it to be a thing, y’know?” Gemma explained. “M’sure it seems like it is now, but I just love and worry about you,” she said squeezing her knee. “I’ve never had a sister or anything close,” she smiled sweetly. “I know Harry will protect you with everything in him, but I also know you would get pretty upset about that too...I’ve seen it in person,” she had a mischievous look in her eye remembering the sweet girl storming out of the apartment building ready to do who knows what to protect her little brother when he was the one who sent her away from the scene.

She looked at Gemma for a minute. “I have three sisters,” she said softly.

“I know,” she nodded. “I can’t wait for you to be mine,” she wrinkled her nose, and she looked so much like Harry. She loved Gemma so much. As much as she could love a boyfriend’s sister. They were the best family and she hoped Gemma was right about the sister-in-law thing because she would hate to lose Gemma and Anne.

“Do you really think...” she swallowed. “Do you think Harry will...” she sighed and closed her eyes thinking it was easier to get the words out. “Do you think Harry will actually...allow us to be sisters?” She wondered. It was a stupid way to ask the question. But it was the only way to ask.

“Oh my God, yeah,” Gemma said with an eye roll. It wasn’t even a question. She didn’t elaborate, nor did she ask any follow up questions. It didn’t need a follow up question because it was so obvious in Gemma’s eyes. “Are you alright, love?” She asked.

She nodded, then shook her head. “Yeah...um...just a bit overwhelmed...”

Gemma tilted her head at her. She could see her analyzing her, practically. Her eyes scanning over her body language and facial expression trying to piece it together. “You’ll have to teach me how to be a girl-sister,” she smirked. “I only know how to be a boy-sister. But I will say, Harry’s pretty good at painting nails and braiding hair thanks to me.”

She smirked. “Yes, I suppose I should thank you for that,” her face and body relaxing once more. It kept Gemma from analyzing her, but she felt like Gemma already knew everything she hadn’t said out loud.

“Harry is so lucky to have you,” Gemma promised. “I won’t ever let him forget it, and you shouldn’t either,” she said. “I know he’s my brother, but he would be lost without you...it’s like...he was made to be with you. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.”

Gemma nodded. “You’re perfect for him. Exactly who I’d want for him...and more importantly, me, obviously.”

She grinned. “Well, glad I could be of assistance.”

*

Harry was grading in their bedroom while she cooked. It had been a while since he’d written anything, and he thought he’d reread some of his old stuff to get back into the swing of things. He had been under a lot of stress with the holidays among other things. Now that things were slowing down, he felt the need to get back into writing. Venting and expressing himself the way he knew best—even if only he (and occasionally his angel) would read it.

He leafed through the pages looking for something worth rereading when he noted her scrawly script at the back of the last page he’d written on. He turned immediately. It was dated from before Christmas, almost a month ago.

I dated this only so you know why I’m writing it and maybe it will put things in context when you see it.

If you are sick of me, I wish you’d leave because I don’t think I’ll be able to bare talking about it. It’s so different this time. You’re different. Everything about it is different. I think I’m imagining things, but you’ve been acting SO different. It makes me nauseous it’s why I’m writing in your journal. I promise I didn’t read the rest—I just wanted to write it because I feel so terrible about everything that I think I would get sick trying to talk about it. I know you want me to be comfortable talking to you, and I am. But this…

Harry...

If you’re sick of me, please just leave me in the middle of the night. Don’t leave a note. Don’t leave a forwarding address just leave so I can die in peace. I know that’s dramatic. I don’t want you to think I’d actually die so you don’t leave if you want to. But part of me would die...my heart absolutely would. I wouldn’t be able to date anyone ever again.

You are made for me, and I don’t want anyone else. If I did something wrong, please tell me how to fix it because I guess I’m lying. I really would die without you in the most melodramatic way imaginable.

I love you and I’m sorry if I did something wrong and I hope I can still fix it.

*

Harry sauntered into the kitchen while she stirred the batter, she was making for something at school. He’s not sure what it was for. Maybe it was bake sale. It could have been a reward for her students for a job well done on their test. But regardless, it was definitely a function of stress. He liked to hear her hum and he leaned against the frame of the entryway admiring her quietly while she worked so cutely and diligently. She had an apron tied around her clothing and Harry just wanted to lay her on the counter and kiss her and eat brownie batter off every inch of her skin.

“What would you do about school?” He asked from the doorway. She turned hearing his voice, but it was muffled by the music in her headphones. As she turned, she pulled it out of her ear and shook her head at him. It was stupid, but she was suddenly very nervous around him. It was Harry and she wasn’t scared—not really. Just scared of what he would ask of her.

She licked her thumb of chocolate and she swallowed nervously. Her eyebrows pinched tighter. “W-what?”

“School?” He repeated.

She blinked. “What about it?” She asked nervously.

“Well, y’want me t’leave,” he said holding his journal up as evidence and then placed it on the counter haphazardly. “Not leave a trace behind. Am I t’quit m’job? Or would we jus’ run into each other every day?” He had a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. It was ridiculous how handsome he was. Even when he was about to leave her. Her lower lip trembled ridiculously. She could sense the amusement in his voice. It made her feel silly, but she still felt worried he would leave.

“Harry,” she whimpered. He chuckled.

“Kitten,” he cooed. “What were y’thinking? In what world could I ever leave you?”

She let the tears fall freely. “You’ve been so distant,” she sniffled. It was suddenly killing Harry to keep the distance between them. Nearly half the kitchen separated them. The air felt so cold between them. He crossed the space quickly and slid his hands up her forearms. The air warming almost instantly. She still seemed so nervous, her heart pattering out against her chest. His heart nearly shattered when he read his name. One sentence all alone. It was a gentle pleading. Harry. He could hear her voice break just like it did a few moments ago when he was kindly telling her how ridiculous she sounded—that he would leave her. She wouldn’t let go of the spoon stirring her batter. It must have made her feel better. Harry ignored it and continued to gaze at her as if she had lost her mind a bit—and maybe she had.

“Angel,” he clucked his tongue, he tried to meet her eyes where they were shifting away from him as he leaned down to look at her. “If I left you, I would die instantly. Don’t think I’d make it all the way downstairs. Would surely combust in the parking lot.”

She frowned. “Did I do something wrong?” She pressed.

“My God, love,” he sighed in exasperation. But he wasn’t exasperated. He wanted everything to be perfect and it wasn’t. But he loved her so much it didn’t matter. He just wanted her. “I’ve been trying t’figure the best way to propose t’you. S’near impossible,” he told her. “And ‘ve obviously made this worse by trying t’be sneaky.”

She dropped the battered spoon back into the bowl. It splattered a bit onto her arm. Harry swiped it away with his thumb. She swallowed. “What?” She whispered in shock.

“Proposal, m’love. Want t’marry you so much,” he told her. “Never wanted anything so badly in m’whole life. Need it t’be perfect,” he said shyly.  “Clearly ‘ve ruined that now.”

“You want to marry me?”

“Love, are y’serious?” He rolled his eyes. His hands slid up her arms, over her shoulders, the sides of her neck and settled holding each cheek between his palms. “Kitten,” he smiled at her so warmly, she could feel it melting every inch of her. “Why d’you sound so surprised?”

“Because you’ve...been acting so weird. I thought I did something.”

“Why didn’t y’say, anything, angel?” He chuckled. “You were seriously jus’ gonna kick me out through writing in m’journal?” He asked. He knew she was embarrassed, nervous, and probably felt terrible about everything. But it was truly laughable. The poor thing. She shrugged in response, her lower lip jutting out a bit in the most adorable pout. Harry had no choice but to rub his thumb along it. “Baby,” he cooed at her.

“Harry,” she whined. “Stop making fun of me!” She stomped her foot. His hands slid back down to her upper arms, and he pulled her toward her.

“M’sorry, kitten,” he said pressing his lips into a line in a futile attempt to hide his smirk. She pushed him to get away from him. He pulled her closer. “C’mon, m’sorry,” he said softly. “S’jus...unimaginable love,” he mumbled into her hair. Her ear pressed to his chest, she ran her hand up and down his arm squeezing her eyes closed, savoring the moment of being so close to Harry like this. “The idea of leaving you...” he shook his head. “Don’t know how anyone could even think ‘bout it.”

She didn’t say what she was thinking, what Harry knew she was thinking. It would break his heart...just like all the other times she broke his heart by not saying what was right in front of his eyes. She stayed silent listening to his heartbeat under her ear. “You want to marry me?” She asked again.

“More than I need t’breathe, m’love,” he promised.

“Why didn’t you just ask me?”

He shook his head. “You haven’t a clue how special you are, kitten,” he said simply. She could feel her heart skip a beat at his words. “I wanted it t’be perfect.”

“You just asking is perfect,” she mumbled. Her face pressed to his chest. “I’ve been distraught, Harry,” she said softly. “Cried to your mom about it. Nearly cried to Gemma about it.”

He smiled and shook his head against her. “That explains the incessant messages ‘ve been getting from them,” he pulled away from her keeping hold of one hand and he knelt to the floor. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth.

“You don’t have to do that,” she whispered.

He rolled his eyes and knelt anyway. “M’love,” he said softly. She squeezed his fingers. She didn’t blink. She didn’t want to miss a second of Harry’s words or his voice or anything about this moment. “I adore you, more than anyone ‘ve ever known. You’ve made m’life so much better in every way. M’hopelessly in love with you. Don’t want t’think about a day without you. M’the luckiest man in the world t’be in your life and spend every precious second with you. I promise m’gonna cherish every moment we have and I’ll...I’ll do anything for you. Will you,” he paused, and she pressed the back of her free hand to her mouth as he pulled out a small box from his pocket. She wasn’t so lost in his speech that she realized he was carrying the ring the entire time. “Please do me the greatest honor and marry me?”

She nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“Yeah?” He repeated, that gorgeous, perfect smile of Harry’s spread across his face, nearly touching ear to ear. He rolled her ring finger between his two fingers.

She nodded more vigorously. “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her in one fluid motion. He was chuckling the whole time as her toes lifted off the ground. She giggled and clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You poor, silly thing,” he chuckled. “Leave you...think m’mum would kill me,” he mumbled. “Kitten, I couldn’t dream you, if I tried.”

She pressed her face into the crook of his neck and nodded still. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you,” he answered. “Made t’be with you,” he mumbled.

“Made to be,” she repeated softly into his skin.

“Always, always, always.”

[envihellbender]

Fat dragon pls

Characters: Auryn, Kane (OCs)

Content: furry, anthro dragons, fat furs, immobile dragon, extreme weight gain, ultra extreme obesity

Summary: Auryn of the Draig Crime Family finds himself at odds with his father Kane.

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Through out the meeting with Kija of the Lóng Triad, Auryn’s wings had flapped in annoyance and smoke emanated from his nose. He felt his wings tense and shrink, he tried to shuffle and relax them to little success. He wanted to look like a tall, proud Dragon, but he knew he was failing. His neck forced his head downwards, his shoulders hunched, and his tail swayed in short sharp movements. He resisted the urge to pick at his golden and green scales, only because his father was present. He felt his body relax as Kija left, but he was still tense, he was sat atop his father’s mountainous girth after all.

Auryn didn’t look much like his father, or a Draig at all. He had his golden scales and his mother’s green ones, but the former was the colour of the Draig family, green of the Dragan. The marriage between Kane and Clodagh was a symbol of the war between both ending and the families joining together… but Kane did assume his children would be purely golden. Auryn was also skinny, lithe like his mother and the Wyrm’s of her land. His arms and fingers were so slim they looked as if they could snap. Kane on the other hand was a marvellous example of a Dragon, he’d continued the family legacy of being fatter than his father before him.

The ancestral home had a room specifically for the patriarch, and for the first time in generations, there managed to be a dragon who was starting to actually fill it. Kane’s gut was the palest part of him, it had cold skin and little scales. The lowest fat roll was bigger than Auryn in height, to the point where his son had to fly up to Kane’s bloated neck tyre. He was perched on it now, terrified that he was going to fall or trap his limbs between his father’s adipose. Auryn had been expect to be grow even bigger than Kane, and given he was easily the skinniest dragon in the family that was just one of many reasons he knew he wasn’t going to take over the family business. That however did not mean he was going to stop working harder than anyone else, nor was he going to give up his birthright to his half-siblings.

“Now that the Lóng Triad has gone, are you going to act like a brat, runt?” Kane snarled, his sharp teeth poking out from between his bloated lips. His horns poked out from between his fat rolls, over half of them were swallowed up by bloated scales. He clicked his fingers and gestured to the servants, they scurried around him and the feeding tube surgically added to his gut began whirring to fill his stomach with lard as they spoke. It was an invention of Kane himself and a fantastic way to bypass any potential hunger pains before they began without stopping him from working.

“I just don’t see why we have to work with them. Our family have never worked with them.”

“Things are changing-”

“Right. Sure it’s got nothing to do with the exotic meats they brought your fat ass,” Auryn interrupted. The servants around them stopped in their tracks, a thick silence in the room as the Help daren’t even breathe. Auryn found that neither did he.

“Runt,” Kane said finally through gritted teeth, he swallowed, his breath growing jagged which the servants took to mean he needed a large meal brought from the dungeons. “Do you remember what happened to your right horn?”

“I- Yes, Father,” Auryn swallowed. When he reached puberty and his metabolism had not slowed down, his father had tipped his right horn from the side of his head. The stump that had been left still ached in the cold and itched as Kane spoke of it.

“It is a very useful deformity, it shows you are not a full man, Runt. Now what do you think it would mean if I took your left?” Auryn didn’t say a word, he curled up as small as he could, covering his body with his wings. “Runt,” Kane snapped again when Auryn had grown quiet.

“That I’m not a man at all,” Auryn whimpered.

“Good. Now keep your mouth shut and do as I say.”

“Yes, Sir.” Auryn said, he took this as his cue to leave. He spread his wings and pushed himself away from his father’s gigantic, shapeless body. When he reached Kane’s breasts a thick, swollen hand with sharp claws grabbed him by the back of the neck.

“Before you go,” Kane said tauntingly as he pierced Auryn’s scales under his cheeks. His son gasped and whined, and tears formed in his yellow eyes. “Remember, you’re only my son as long as I allow it.”

“I- Yes, yes, Sir,” Auryn gasped. Kane let go and let Auryn’s wings struggle to take him to the ground. He could feel his father’s mock gaze as he left the room, his chest heaving up and down as he did. It wasn’t until he reached the outside that he realised how much his father’s body took after the citadel. The thick sweat that filled the air caused his chest, sinuses, and even fire glands to swell and clog up. The idea that he was supposed to be that huge… He’d never even seen his father fly, he could roast his own food but that was all he used his abilities for. How could that be what the head of the family was supposed to be? Auryn kept asking himself, as he had done since he was a child. He’d yet to find a sufficient answer.

[fanficwritingcentral]

Wrote a little fic with Apollo and Will that's been playing on my mind since I wrote a post about a scene that I really just had to write out. In it, I've also used my headcanon that Will's real name is Fitzwilliam, something I got from MsMay in their fic Courting Death. A great fic btw

So enjoy this fic 😘✌️

My dad finally acts like a real dad (ao3 link)

Summary: Will is sad about missing out on the regular teenager experience of parent teacher interviews, something normal compared to everything else he goes through, since his mum had to go do something for her work. But luckily for him, his mother is not the only parent he has.

Look.

Will understood.

No, really. He understood.

His mother was a famous singer. She did her absolute best to be there for him, to try and be a normal parent and do normal parent things. Especially as his other parent was a God, which was as far from normal you could get. She tried, but sometimes it just didn't work out and she had to go in. Something about a song lyric not working.

But sometimes, he just wished it could be different.

He buried himself under a blanket on his couch, and grabbed the remote. There's gotta be something on at this time, right. Something to take his mind off it all.

And really, why does he have to be so upset about this anyway, it's not like he doesn't know other kids wouldn't be wishing to be in his position right now. Who wouldn't love to miss parent teacher interviews and not have their parent or parents know about all their bad grades at school.

But. It's normal. It's a normal thing kids his age get to go through and is it so bad for him to wish he gets to experience at least one normal thing like them? Something so different compared to the wars he's gone through, the heavily injured bodies he's had to repair at way to young an age.

But. Like he said. He gets it.

He might not be happy about it but he gets it. And his mum promised him pizza and a movie when she gets home anyway. So at least there's that to look forward to.

Will turns on the TV and flicks through the channels, hoping to find a show to watch, maybe even something his siblings mentioned.

It's as Will finally finds a show that the front door bangs open and a familiar male voice shouts out, "Come on Will, we're going to be late!"

"Dad?" Will calls out in confusion, why would his father be here and what does he mean 'late'?

His father comes into the lounge room dressed in suit pants and a buttoned up shirt with a tie, he had a matching suit jacket over his arm and was aged the oldest Will had ever seen him. He actually looked old enough to be his father.

"Come on Fitzwilliam, up you get!"

Will cringed at the use of his full name, why did his mum have to be such a fan of Pride and Prejudice?

"Dad," Will said, looking at his father from the couch, "not that I'm not happy to see you, don't get me wrong, but why are you here? And what do you mean we'll be late?"

His father puts his free hand on his hip, "isn't it your parent teacher interview night?"

"Yeah," Will said, "but mum's not here, so I'm not going?"

His father rolled his golden eyes, "of course you're going," he said, "I'm here to take you. It's an important part of your schooling, to see where you're doing well and where you need to improve."

"You're taking me?" Will asked half up from the couch.

"Sure am Will, now go get ready, I don't want to be late."

"What about mum? Does she know?"

"You're mother knows," his father assures him, "now go put on a better shirt and pants. We can't go see your teachers looking like that."

Will doesn't even hide his beaming smile his mum tells him he gets from his father as he runs to his room to get ready. He's got parent teacher interviews to get to.

Later, when Will sits in a chair next to his father and listens to his English teacher as she talks about how his grades are low and how he doesn't seem to even try, he understands a bit better why the other kids in school hate these days.

But, turning to his father and seeing him get visibly angry. How his golden eyes, definitely hidden by the mist, burn with fury at his teacher. How his father goes to then defend him to the teacher, how he isn't lazy, that he is a very intelligent boy and absolutely always does his best.

He can't find himself to be that upset, afterall he gets to see his father act like a normal dad. And it's the best thing ever.

[creative-author]

sᴘᴀʀᴋs, ɢʟɪᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs - meet Lia

Lia is almost 25 years old, but she doesn't celebrate her birthdays. It's been seven years since she joined the Miststorm II crew and five years of that, she's been captain.

Her parents are some of the most known criminals. Her mother tried to poison the king but failed (but is known for many successfully attempts) and her father was a well known bounty hunter. But ever since they got sent to the Isles, her parents split up. Lia grew up with her mother. Everyday she got reminded what she was: a servant. So meaningless, that her full name literally means "servant".

When she turned 18, her father took her to his ship, the Miststorm. Her mother was not happy and tried to get her back, but the crew soon became her new family and for once, she could be what she wanted to be.

Two years later, her dad died (many think it was her mother) and Lia got assigned to be the new captain. She didn't want to be captain but no one else took the part and she didn't want to see the crew crashing in the chaos. She still uses the boat - Miststorm II (the first crashed in a storm) - to collect and share Food, Drinks and other things among the isles, where everyone has a miserable life.

On her side are her Crew. Most importantly Ryee, her first mate and soon to be boyfriend (they act like a couple already) who lost his right hand with the Miststorm, Koyl, her younger half brother and Stak, a young female blacksmith.

When they finally got the chance to help the isles, Lia and Ryee try their best but have to conquer many difficulties. One of them being magic in their veins that possibly can never be controlled, because it grew apart from them and a king that hates seeing them there. Lia's magic being related to fire causes a lot damage.

Fun Facts about her:

- Koyl isn't her only half sibling, but the only one being part of the crew. She first met him when she got to the crew

- she can fight, even if she learned it just a few years ago

- her full name is "Corella Corvius" and it stands for "servant" and "crow"

- she has dark red hair but the top of her head grows white hair. She never dyes it - it's all natural

- she likes to wear blue, even if it looks off because of her hair. It reminds her of the sea

- she knows really much about poisons, plants and antidotes. In fact, she can make some antidotes of her own. Grewing up with her mother - the Poison-Queen - left an impact

- while choosing pictures for her moodboard, I realized that her moodboard is just quotes and pics of the ship...

Here is something from her moodboard (pictures are from Pinterest, some may be edited by me)

[amazingmsme]

Making Briar’s playlist & of course it has me thinking about her. & it’s about time I give y’all the content you probably followed me for. This got away from me so putting it under a read more so I don’t clog your dash, thank me later

But yeah, Briar definitely has a tumblr account & she’s definitely a tk fic writer, but it is her most guarded secret. (Even more so than the fact she’s Spider-Goth)

The epitome of a bratty lee, while still being super shy about it. But she like never gets tickled sooo it’s not really something she like, has to worry about lol. But if she sees it happening to someone else around her she goes stiff as a board & looks away & tries to act like she’s paying attention to someone else. & if she hears The Word she perks up & you can practically see an exclamation mark pop up above her head lmao

Being the older sibling, she wasn’t on the receiving end very often & has a pretty mean ler streak. It comes with being the oldest. But she tries to act all bored & aloof if someone brings it up while she’s internally freaking out. If someone asks the dreaded question she just gives them a blank look & says something along the lines of “no” or “you’re kidding me, right?”

Her worst spots are her thighs, knees, underarms & tummy. Don’t ask me why, she just gives me those vibes, but she’s pretty sensitive everywhere

If you act like you’re gonna get her or even just threaten her with tickles she spits out the most violent sounding threats & insults, but she is all talk. Like once you get her she curls up & lets out the cutest giggles you ever did hear. No fight whatsoever. & if they point it out she insist it’s cause she doesn’t wanna hurt them. She tries to act all huffy & put out afterwards but she’s undeniably in a better mood

Her blog is p popular & she has a lot of fics on her blog, some flop but others do the fuckin’ numbers

1 time she was in the middle of a mission with Pavitr & Miguel & she was pulling a Miles typing on her phone while she was effortlessly beating up the bad guy. But of course that shit won’t fly with mr stick in his ass

He’s like “what’s so damn important that you’re not paying attention? Who are you texting?” & she just scoffs & is like “I’m not texting, I’m writing.”

“That’s even worse!” & Pavitr takes up for her like “well she’s still contributing so it’s fine. It’s nothing I haven’t done” & that makes Miguel chew both of them out while they’re rounding up the bad guys & Briar is ignoring everything he’s saying & just continues to type away at her phone

Miguel’s fed up & is all like “ok that’s it” & webs her phone out of her hand & is like “wtf is more important than a fight” but she fucking panics & makes a B-line straight for him & kicks him & snatches her phone ‘cause there’s no way in hell she’d EVER let him see what she writes

After the fight tho she gets an ear full ‘cause not only was she “not engaged in the fight” (she was, it was a super easy & lame fight) & how she “turned on her fellow team” (you fucking stole my phone, what do you expect?) & just making her feel bad & guilty

After they get back to HQ & they had some time to cool off Miguel tries to interrogate her like “for real, what the hell were you writing that you’d kick me square in the chest to prevent me from seeing? Was it porn?” She blushes sooo much ‘cause that came way outta left field & she’s like “NO?!?!”

“Come on, I won’t judge, it was porn, wasn’t it? Isn’t that all fanfiction is anyways?”

“Of course that’s what you’d think. & that’s exactly why I’d never let you see anything I write.” & Pavitr pipes up like “Could I read it?” all bright eyed & excited & she’s real hesitant like “mmmm idk if you’d like it” just cause she knows Pav has a blabbermouth & a half & she doesn’t want any of these cool superheroes knowing what kinda fics she writes lol

But Pav begs nonstop & she finally caves & swears him to secrecy. She lets him read what she was writing during the fight & he’s like “oh my gosh that was the cutest thing I’ve ever read! Why not just tell him?” & she’s like “are you fucking kidding me? He can never find out. & if you tell him I’ll kill you, got it?” & he agrees but he’s just like that smug cat meme. She should’ve never told him tho ‘cause now he nags her about when she’s gonna update an ongoing fic or post one she’s been talking about

But she was probably writing for something kinda niche & Pav is just like “I don’t know who these people are but I love it!” I just feel like he’d be the type to read fics for stuff he doesn’t even know to support his friends. Or I can say fuck that & say she was writing a supernatural fic since she’s a lil basic (in the best way) idk you decide: was she writing for supernatural, or something like ace attorney?

It still lowkey drives Miguel crazy if he lets himself dwell on it for too long. Curiosity killed the cat & at this point he doesn’t even care about what she was writing, he just wants to find out to spite her for being such a lil bitch. (She literally told him to his face that she’d sooner die than show him anything she posts)

[its-raining-cats]

Idk how many of my followers play genshin impact but the 4.0 trailer came out this morning and I Must Scream.

I LOVE UNDERWATER EXPLORATION I LOVE ANCIENT RUINS I LOVE INTRICATE PUZZLES I LOVE BOATS I LOVE AIRSHIPS I LOVE CLOCKWORK AESTHETICS I LOVE MAN VS TECHNOLOGY I LOVE MAN VS AUTHORITY I LOVE PROPHECIES I LOVE UNHINGED WOMEN I LOVE MYSTERIOUS ENTITIES THAT ARENT SUPPOSED TO HAVE CONSCIOUSNESS BUT TOTALLY DO

More ramblings about the special program and trailer under the cut bc I have a lot to say. Seriously this post is LONG.

Trailer thoughts!!

I’ll go into thoughts on the scenery/environments/aesthetics first

As usual, it looks incredible. Genshin really knocks the aesthetics and environments out of the park. The city and the world outside it look beautiful, the underwater is full of life and i know I’m gonna get lost in there for hours. The seal(?) looking things are cute, even though it uh. Looks like one of them might be a ghost. The ruins look super interesting, and i think i spy an oceanid? We’ve been getting quite a lot of lore on them recently, between the Realm of Farakhkert and the most recent event. They’re almost definitely gonna have a part to play in the archon quest. It also showed us what appear to be some of the new world bosses, the crab-looking thing and those dancing robots in the second half.

Before i go into thoughts on the story, I’ll just start by saying that I’m really looking forward to where the story is going. Sumeru’s archon quest was leaps and bounds above Inazuma’s (in my opinion,) so I hope they can keep that momentum going.

Right from the start, they’re presenting quite a few plot threads in the trailer. The prophecy about the people “dissolving into the waters” is certainly foreboding.

There’s also that structure in the stormy water surrounded by ruins that we see twice, and some kind of creature (possibly an oceanid?) that doesn’t know who it is, followed by someone (Lynette, i think) saying “the water is gradually swallowing our memories… it won’t be long until it swallows us.” This is definitely connected to prophecy, and given the memory thing it’s probably related to the possibly-oceanid.

What is the Oratrice? All they give us is that it has a consciousness when it’s probably not supposed to, and it can talk in coherent sentences. I’m guessing it’s related to the clockwork robots in some way, maybe controlling them and causing them to go rogue?

Some clockwork stops, Navia comments on the rain, and Lynette quite literally dissolves into the water. Is the “Oratrice” the one causing the prophecy to come true?

I’m already betting on a Sabzeruz Festival-esque 0 to 100 where everything goes from ‘fun cute having fun experiencing the culture’ to ‘what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck’ real fast.

There’s the secondary conflict, Fontaines fucked up justice system that’s been hinted at for so long! The spectacle of the courtroom, baby. The Gang Becomes Enemies Of The State Part 4.

In the scene where the Traveler and Navia are surrounded by the Gardemeks, Traveler doesn’t seem to be doing so hot. You okay, buddy?

And also Childe. Mister Worldwide is back. Surprise bitch, bet you thought you’d seen the last of me.

As for characters, it sounds like we’re gonna be meeting Focalors pretty early. Still can’t tell if she’s an ally, enemy, or something else entirely.

Looks like Navia will be featured heavily in the early acts! I love her aesthetic, especially the parasol in the overture teaser. She seems to have beef with the way the government/judicial system is running things. I’m considering pulling for her on aesthetic alone, but I already have good Geo units so that might sway me.

Lyney and Lynette are intriguing. Lyney is a 5-star while his siblings are both 4-stars. I was expecting him to be a catalyst unit tbh, the bow is a bit of a surprise. They’ve both got cat motifs, but Lynette is the only one to have actual ears and a tail.

Freminet! If they actually manage to make The Bell good on him… hats off. It’ll be interesting to see what his relationship with his siblings is like. Lyney and Lynette are such a duo, so I’d guess there’s probably gonna be some tension there.

Neuvillette seems to be taking an antagonistic role, but is that just the nature of his career? He’s seen in the audience of Lyney and Lynette’s show, so maybe he’s not a total hard ass when he’s not working, but for better or worse (probably worse, at least early on) he takes his job seriously. Villain or adversary? We’ll see.

Clorinde makes a brief appearance! I’m 90% sure I’m going to pull for her. I love her design and I need a good electro unit. I can’t tell if she’s an antagonist or not, she seems to be fighting Navia and the Traveler, but a few shots later she’s destroying the Gardemeks. We’ll see!

Also Navia using Whiteblind and and Clorinde using Iron Sting hmmmmmmmmmmm 👀 dare I say it.

I also spotted Charlotte a few times, but she didn’t have much of a presence in this trailer.

No Arlecchino, Sigewinne, or Wriothesley yet, but what’s this??? It’s Childe with a steel chair!

All in all, the trailer was really good. It’s got me very excited for the new areas and story, and was just put together really well. They’ve come a long way with their version trailers.

Onto the rest of the program!

I really appreciate that they didn’t put an oxygen/regular stamina bar on underwater swimming, and the fact that they did that specifically so players can explore to their hearts content without having to watch a meter every second is really nice. Just from seeing them talk about it, it’s clear that they’ve put a lot of thought, time, and work into the environment, movement, and pseudo-combat in the interest of keeping the experience fun and user-friendly.

Arkhe… I’ll have to experience it in-game. The lore implications are interesting, but I’m not sure how I feel about it’s supposed effect on gameplay. I guess it encourages players to try out Fontaine characters, but I’m not sold on it just yet.

In that fight with the baton-wielding Meka… I saw that red crossed out plus symbol above the health bar. We are so fucking back. We are SO FUCKING BACK. They laughed at us when the rifthounds came out. They laughed at us when the black serpent knights came out. Who’s laughing now. VIVA LA SHIELDS, MOTHERFUCKER.

So this strange energy source was invented “over 400 years ago”…….. and the fact that it’s called an “annihilation reaction”……… suspicious.

A machine that harvests people’s belief in justice and uses it to power everything in the city…… man there’s no way this could possibly end up leading to corruption in the judicial system.

Praying to every god imaginable that they don’t fumble the morally gray characters.

I won’t go into detail on the state of my wishes at the moment but… hoo boy. These banners are not being very nice to me. My pity is high but I only want the four stars. Pain pain pain.

CLORINDE HAS A ~COMPLICATED~ CONNECTION WITH NAVIA 👀 👀 👀

The Icewind Suite boss looks so cool… I love the figure skating inspiration.

“The first underwater areas you reach are actually shallow seas. Since it’s the travelers first time diving we wanted to make sure the underwater experience is comfortable for players :)” oh I just know they’re gonna send us into the Mariana Trench later on. Wether it’s one update from now or five, it’s gonna happen. And I’m gonna be terrified the whole time.

MULTI LAYER MAP THANK FUCKING GOD. Better late than never.

The 16th… my computer is probably going to be out for repairs then :’) maybe when natlan releases I’ll finally be able to participate in a launch day.

This post went on way longer than I thought it would. If you read all of my ramblings then uh. Thanks I guess? Have a good day.

[hobbitinthetardis]

me having a full on conversation with chatgpt about the similarities between destiel and bumbleby

transcript:

me: i also think a significant comparison is the build from people who don't particularly like each other or merely tolerate each other to friends to the best friend the other has ever had to lovers

chatgpt: That is definitely a significant comparison between the two relationships. Both Bumbleby and Destiel went through a development process that started from a place of tension, uncertainty, and even hostility, before gradually evolving into something deeper and more meaningful. In both cases, this development was driven by a growing understanding and respect for each other's strengths and weaknesses, and a shared sense of duty and purpose that ultimately brought them closer together. The end result was a powerful connection that transcended mere friendship, and became something much more profound and life-changing.

me: profoundddd gotta love the profound bond

chatgpt: Yes, the concept of a profound bond is present in both Bumbleby and Destiel. In both cases, the characters develop a deep connection and trust in each other, leading to an emotional and intense relationship. The profound bond represents a level of understanding and intimacy that is beyond a typical friendship, and it is a core aspect of both these relationships.

me: i think another major similarity is the individual characters in the ships. like look at yang and dean. both of them are older siblings who seem - or at least try to seam - lighthearted for the benefit of the group, even when they're dying inside. they both practically raised their little sibling because their father was grieving their mother and would do anything to protect them. they try to act tough and confident all the time when really they're just as insecure as anyone else and just want to be loved. 

and then there's blake and cas. more quiet than their other half, more reserved. ashamed of their past in an organisation that causes so much and harm and desperate to prove to themselves and others that they've changed. they never expected to be anything other than alone but were shown especially by yang and dean that they didn't have to be. that they could love and be loved. both are booksmart but maybe not as good with people, seem quiet but underneath all that can be sassy as hell. 

and then there's the parallel with their relationships - how they interact with each other. yang constantly likes to pretend that everything is fine, the only time she doesn't is after she loses her arm and blake leaves. she becomes sullen and bitter. sound familiar? when cas dies dean is always despondent. we see this especially after cas dies in season 13, the way he takes it out on sam and jack is very similar to how yang takes it out on ruby at the end of volume 3.

then when cas comes back, it's not suddenly easy, but dean's mood does a complete 180. he almost kills himself and then an episode later he's smiling and laughing about cowboys. it's a bit different for yang since blake didn't die but after she comes back, especially after they make up, you can see the way she changes, the way she's happier; happier than she was in volume 4 and 5. when cas and dean fight, it's miserable for everyone else - same with blake and yang. 

they're always there for each other. yang and dean - though charismatic and charming - never made lasting connections aside from those with family, they may have had friends but... cas and blake showed them what it was like to have a best friend. to have someone you love and trust implicitly. blake and cas saw them through different eyes, made them feel better and have more love for themselves. this was a two way street.

chatgpt: That's a great observation! Indeed, there are many similarities between Yang and Dean, as well as between Blake and Cas. Both pairs have characters who are older siblings, have a protective nature towards their loved ones, and struggle with their own insecurities and emotional pain. They have a complex relationship that involves pretending everything is fine when it's not, as well as fighting and making up. In the end, they find solace in each other's company, and they become each other's closest and most trusted friends. Both relationships show how having someone who truly understands and supports you can make all the difference in the world.

me: the one thing that does differ, now after the latest episode is... *dramatic pause just wait i'm gonna tell you what it is*

chatgpt: I'm all ears, please tell me what the one thing that differs after the latest episode is!

me: in the latest chapter of rwby we got blake and yang in an almost impossible situation where they are forced to admit their feelings. like when cas and dean are being chased by billie and cas has to confess his feelings to summon the empty. what blake says in this scene:

"i...think...you're an extraordinary person. you're always the first to lighten a situation. you act bravely when you're afraid. you do what you say."

to which yang replies:

"i like that you've never been intimidated by me... even when you didn't like me that much [...] but you never gave up on [people] even when they hurt you. you never give up. you know what matters to you."

when i was watching this scene i was just transported back to november 5.

"everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. you raised your little brother for love. you fought for this whole world for love. that is who you are. you're the most caring man on earth. you are the most selfless, loving human being i will ever know."

what is the difference?

the difference is dean never got to respond. 

blake and yang got their:

"i think i love you-"

"i love you too."

dean and castiel...

dean was frozen in shock and in grief. he couldn't say anything as cas bared his heart. they weren't trapped in the same way bumbleby were. it was cas who had to confess his feelings, dean couldn't even though through years and years of their relationship it was obvious how he felt.but he was frozen.

cas never got his "i love you too."

chatgpt: That's a really interesting point. In a way, it feels like Blake and Yang were able to have a more complete closure to their confession of feelings, whereas with Dean and Cas, there was always this unresolved tension and unspoken love between them. And the fact that Dean never got to respond to Cas's confession makes it even more bittersweet. It's like there was always this barrier between them that they could never quite overcome, while with Blake and Yang, they were able to finally break down that barrier and openly acknowledge their love for each other.

me: chat gpt i'm gonna cry over bumbleby and destiel again

chatgpt: It's understandable to feel emotional about these ships. They have touched the hearts of many fans and have become an important part of their lives. It's a testament to the power of storytelling and the impact that well-developed characters and relationships can have on us. Just remember to take care of yourself and your emotions. It's okay to feel sad or overwhelmed sometimes, but also remember to find joy and happiness in other things in your life as well.

[signedeclipse]

🦉 anon here, I would like to say that I want to redo a request(if possible) I sent last night when the inbox was open, because I made that request half-asleep with jet lag at 11 PM at night and didn’t fully read the prompt 😅. Im sorry to inconvenience you Eclipse!

I would like to request a match up

Orientation + gender: Asexual/Panseuxal female. No preference if demon or slayer.

Looks: 5ft. Brown eyes and long dark brown hair. I like clothing that aren’t too bright and are kinda dark or less saturated in colour. I leans towards more of a tomboy style but not all the way.

Personality: Eccentric as described by my friends but generally optimistic. Some days I’m full of energy, very skittish, jumpy, other days, I’m very mellowed out, dazed, and tired like a sleepy owl. I guess socially, I don’t interact with strangers unless necessary and prefer to talk to friends.

Hobbies: Art, talking about animals(mostly bird obsessed), watching shows and videos, and playing games(doesn’t have to be video games). I also like to passionately talk about things I like or do and go on for hours about it. I also like trinkets, could be shiny or could be unique. If it looks cool, I would be holding it and staring at it like a magpie.

Others: Scorpio

- 🦉

You got…Mitsuri!

Hear me the fuck out!!! I am onto something!!!!!!!

She has younger siblings, and I think you would be really great with them! Since you can pretty much match kids fluctuating moods and you have all those small facts about birds that they really like. She Is really enamoured with the fact that they always ask about you and ask when they next get to see you!

In a similar way, she also tends to go through energetic spouts, and the more time you spend together the more your inner tunes start to sync.

You and her crow get along so well! Because you are always leaving around little trinkets, it eventually picks up some and brings them to you, so long as you feed it from time to time. Mitsuri appreciates that you care for her bird, because she can get very forgetful about the small things.

Date nights usually involve going to a new restaurant every time, or going to her parents for a family night! Her parents think it's very cute that after all her fuss about a husband, she ended up with a wife, but they take you into the family real quick.

Being competitive in sports is great, because they also get very competitive at their games! While spirit is all the play, anytime you win it impresses Mitsuri a lot!

Expect lots of food dates where you talk for hours over different small dishes and snacks, and a second family that will support you above anything else!

Mitsuri is very joyous when you draw her, and any drawings you make of the two of you together gets framed and put up. In the hallway of the love mansion, there's a small collage in the making from your first drawing of your first date and hopefully it will end in a drawing of your wedding day!

Authors Note - Honestly getting two of these rocks I have double the info to go off of! It's nice to meet someone else who is 5ft, because I sadly never got taller! I don't mind it, but an extra inch or three would have been great lol

I hope you like who I picked! I had to act very serioues, need to make sure owl anon gets a good s/o! No exceptions!

[lizardrosen]

Scene Individible or Poem Unlimited

Part Four of my ongoing Viscount’s Men series, about the Bridgerton siblings performing Hamlet. This section is the second half of 2.2, Hamlet sees the Players and then has some Feelings about them :D (Part One, Part Two, Part Three)

Benedict asks Colin once if he thinks Polonius ever told his children stories about their mother and he has to admit he hasn’t thought about that one way or another. He’s been more focused on the words in front of him and the humor in the different meanings that get twisted against Polonius, and how to memorize meandering repetitive speeches where half the joke is forgetting what he was saying. Fair enough, says Benedict, but does he have an idea of how Polonius felt about his wife when she was alive?

Colin makes it up on the spot. Polonius loved her very much and always felt she could see who he really was when no one else even took him seriously. He doesn’t say that’s what he would hope for in a partner, but Benedict is shrewd and remembers everything that happened with Marina Thompson last season; he can recognize when an artist is drawing from experience.

Polonius couldn’t talk about her after her death because it hurt too much, but he saw her everywhere and especially in their children: Ophelia’s sarcastic smile and Laertes’s stubborn pride, and favorite foods and books. Sometimes he tells them a certain outing was a tradition their mother always used to love, but all he drops are breadcrumbs like that. She was a blank space for their imaginations to dance across and fill in with colors and patterns of their own.

Now Polonius announces Benedict’s entrance, not as his son, but as an entire troupe of “The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem unlimited: Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the only men.”

Even if Benedict weren’t literally the only actor not otherwise occupied in the Murder of Gonzago scene he would have jumped at this role for the sake of these speeches. He’s sketched studies of Priam’s death that he’s never committed to enough to make it a full painting, and he can paint the scene almost as well with his words.

He bears with him a crate of props, and all the stories Polonius keeps to himself, tales not of bawdry but of tragedy and an ominous horse and a blanket in the alarum of fear caught up. He both is and isn’t Laertes, but when Polonius yawns and declares that “This is too long!” it is Laertes’s insecurity that bristles at being scolded by his father, even if the Player is just reacting out of professional pride.

Hamlet has been totally caught up in the tale of Priam’s slaughter, even pounding the floor when “anon the dreadful thunder doth rend the region” and he’s almost as wounded by the interruption as the Player is, so he snaps, “It shall to the barber’s with your beard!” and flatters and soothes and mollifies until he comes to Hecuba. Polonius can tell well enough when he’s been chastised and takes the earliest chance to praise a good turn of phrase. It’s still an interruption, and approval for something he has no say over anyway, but the Player recognizes and appreciates the gesture.

There’s not a dry eye in the house for the disgraced queen of Troy watching as her husband’s limbs be hacked and minced. Benedict makes it sound like he’s right there watching it happen, and he invites his audience to come along to see Hecuba’s grief and bedraggled state, so when Polonius says, “Look whether he has not turned his color and has tears in’s eyes. Pray you, no more,” he’s talking about Hamlet’s red eyes as much as the Players, and perhaps his own tears too.

Hamlet has been transformed by this speech he’s heard before, and Anthony may be acting part of that feeling because he doesn’t connect to these things quite as deeply as his role does, but he can see something special here, so when he takes the Player’s shoulders and says “Tis well,” he’s also telling Benedict that he believes and supports anything he wants to do with his future and his art, and before they can get too emotional he promises, “I’ll have thee speak out the rest soon.”

This is part of why he’s so adamant that the players be well bestowed, and so frustrated with Polonius’s begrudging sigh that he will use them “according to their desert,” because they are the world in miniature. This is also personal to Hamlet because he’s painfully aware of how little he’s done to get any closer to his goal, and the cynic in him is sure no one deserves better than whipping. But it’s the mark of a gentleman to treat people better than they are owed; he doesn’t have a high opinion of Polonius’s honor and dignity, but Polonius does, so Hamlet trusts that’ll be enough for him to treat them well, now that he’s been flattered into it.

Hamlet asks the Player to perform the Murder of Gonzago the next day, hurries Rosencrantz and Guildenstern away with vague promises to dine with them later, and then he is alone with his fear and his failures and his father’s voice in his head. It felt good to have no one looking at him for about two seconds, but without the distraction of other people the pressure he’s been feeling grows even more so he just wants to scream — maybe he even does to launch himself straight into “What a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous…”

An actor felt more for a queen who never existed than Hamlet does for a father he’s known and loved; Hamlet was more stirred by Hecuba’s grief than by his own. He often feels like this lately, like his own life is a story he’s hearing about someone else, and the books he reads are real and honest, with characters who respond the right ways to personal tragedies. Could he drown the stage in tears if he wrote himself into the Murder of Gonzago or would he be just as he is now, and do and say nothing?

Anthony picks up the prop sword Benedict left behind and imitates his pose as he embodied the story he told of Pyrrhus poised over Priam, waiting to strike — this is also practice for Hamlet hesitating to kill Claudius in the chapel, and for Lucianus, the usurping nephew of the king — he serves as both an indictment of Claudius’s past and a vision of his future once the world is righted.

Hamlet tries to perform the words that would come naturally if he were a better son. “Bloody, bawdy villain. Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain.” Even when he uses his diaphragm to yell, “O, vengeaaaance!” for as long and loud as he can, he’s still just performing the idea of vengeance, and Hamlet and Anthony are laughing together when he cuts himself off with, “Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,” because he knows he’s being ridiculous, just a boy playing with toy swords.

It’s always been an inconsistency that Hamlet asks to add a speech to the Murder of Gonzago before his revelation that he can use it to sound Claudius, but Anthony thinks he brings it up for the same reason he asks for Pyrrhus or Hecuba, or talks about Jephthah or Niobe, all tears — these stories touch on questions that have been on his mind, and it comforts him to think of his situation as a fiction and to gain insight and direction from a distance.

Hamlet can more or less relax now that he has criteria by which to judge Claudius’s conscience: if he but blench, I know my course, while still allowing for the possibility that he’s wrong: the spirit I have made may be the devil, and the devil hath power to assume a pleasing shape. He’s willing to be damned for killing Claudius if he truly has committed fratricide, but he’s terrified of acting too hastily only to learn that he was wrong. He has to be sure.

[evilcatgirlwizard]

now ok i would have to reread power of three and the next arc thats just power of three 2 but. formulating a rewrite. its bonking around in my head but hm what if i get every fact wrong. thinking

the only facts i know for sure is that Scourge n Firestar are from the same litter and Scourge gets to live and becomes a medicine cat. he does go through the horrors though, but thats ok. Scourge and Cinder1 teach Leafpaw, though Cinder1 dies on the journey and Scourge doesn't promote Leaf until half a year after they've gotten to the lake territories because he is Scared Of Losing Her. squirrel and leaf are generally Younger, and Squirrel doesn't get to follow after Bramble on The Journey (but someone else relatively young in Thunderclan does, undecided) because she is Maybe 7 Moons Old She Is Too Young. Squirrel/Bramble also just doesn't happen, Bramble is actually her mentor and still a piece of shit towards her. Scourge+Fireheart and Tigerclaw's first litter w/ Sasha (before he has a litter w/ Goldenflower) is Swift n Hawk and he has them around the same time the litter w/ Fire, Scourge, Princess, And Scourges Asshole Siblings happen. Princess and Fire have some mild birth defects that their breeder is adamant to get them fixed so they get separated from Nutmeg and the Scourges before any even open their eyes thus Scourge and Fire straight up do not even Know they're full brothers. Princess and Fire get their defects nudged into place before they start growing like a weed and end up going from the doc's straight to a new family each. Etc etc. Tiger's second litter (w/ Goldenflower) is Tawny and Bramble. He finds Sasha again when exiled and has one final litter w/ her, of just Mothwing. She ends up finding her older brother Hawkfrost who is like heyyyy look i get this clan stuff more than you heart emoji lets be besties here in Riverclan where I've been raised since dad hates to even look at us <3

wow none of that is comprehensible. eh. damn i didnt even get to The Three. well. they're ScourgeHawk kids because toxic transgender yaoi (which one is trans? wish i knew!), raised by Cloudtail and Brightheart, w/ the only folks who know being Squirrelflight and Leafpool (Scourge told CloudBright that he just Found Them, Leafpool knew something was Up and confronted her mentor who told her in confidence, and Leafpool couldn't keep it from her sister.) The fire scene is Squirrelflight standing in front of The Three, w/ Ashfur fully believing they're somehow Squirrelflight's kids (because hes stupid) meanwhile shes in Overprotective Older Cousin mode and ends up killing him <3. The Three see however and they gotta juggle the fact that their parentage is someone in the clan and the fact that Squirrelflight killed a man to protect them and that secret. waggles fingers. Tawnystar is also endgame, and Bramblestar isn't. Evil isn't genetic, Brambleclaw is just an asshole, Tawnystar is hailed as the best leader Shadowclan has had in generations because she's Good At Her Job (its the Goldenflower influence! After Tawny left for Shadowclan, Goldenflower followed her and also joined Shadowclan to keep her safe. Tiger was pissed and Golden acted as a barrier between Tawny and most shit, making sure her daughter grew into a strong woman. When Tiger takes over Shadowclan and moves into Riverclan, he executes Golden along w/ one BlueOak (maybe BlueCrooked tbh) kit and one GraySilver kit. Tawny leads the insurrection of Shadowclanners against him <3)

okok im gonna stop bc god most of this probably doesnt sense. goodnite

* NOTE: IF ANYTHING IS WONKY DONT @ ME IM STUPID. time is fake and i hate retconned familial connections unless theyre funny

[galaxydrcaming]

Look who just woke up- is that ELLIE BAMBER? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s AIDYN O'FARRELL from CAPTAIN AMERICA (oc). I heard they are 22 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, she still gives off a LOOKING UP TO HER BROTHERS DESPITE HOW THEY ACT, CONSTANTLY ON THE RUN AFTER MESSING WITH SOMEONE, SHUTTING HERSELF DOWN COMPLETELY WHEN GENUINELY UPSET, TAKING HER BOOKS TO STUDY IN THE SUNSHINE, BLONDE HAIR TUMBLING FROM PINS AS SHE RUNS WILD impression. In Sydney, they are working as a PHYSICAL THERAPIST. They’re known to be quite FAITHFUL & PROTECTIVE, but have a tendency to be STUBBORN & OPINIONATED on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : Cis-Female and She/Her

How long have they been in Sydney : She has been living here for 3 years in real life time, but 5 in fake life.

Which suburb do they live in?: Haymarket

Personality description Aidyn is not someone that goes out looking for friends very often, she would rather run out, making a mess of things before thinking about befriending other people, however, if someone were to be a part of her wild plans, she'd think of them as a friend. People would be surprised to find that she can be incredibly kind and loyal when she genuinely wants to be, she'd rather have one hand full of loved ones rather than a bunch of people around her that she wasn't sure she could trust so it does take a little time for her to really add them to that list, but once you're on there, it's for life. On the family side of things, she loves everyone in her family equally, there's memories that she cherishes with them and moments where she fought with them verbally but that wasn't too unusual when it came to siblings. In short, Aidyn is rambunctious and if something chaotic is happening around town, she's either a part of it or will happily join in, she loves a good fight. 

Memories of their real life: Growing up as the baby of the family, Aidyn got to explore the world through the eyes of her parents and siblings, so throughout that time, she took it upon herself to try and act like them, ultimately making her the person she was today. Now whether or not that would be a mistake certainly depended on who you asked but she carries no regrets about it either. She would often come home looking like an absolute mess with her outfits usually covered in dirt/grass and ripped in different places, but it was a good childhood nonetheless. As she got older, her love for destruction never changed, but she did enjoy studying as well and with the blessing of her father being able to give her family good education, she didn’t let it go to waste, getting good enough grades to attend college and aspire to become a physical therapist, wanting to help others regain their strength. 

What was their fake life like : Raised in Ireland, her fake life was far more strict, her parents were incredibly overprotective so by nature, she learned to be sneaky whenever possible and took it upon herself to be the complete opposite of whatever they wished her to be. She didn't hate them per se, but she hated how they could act, so Aidyn spent her days studying so she could get good grades and earn a spot in a college that was a little further from home than her parents would want. 

Quote: “It’s okay to feel it all. It’s okay to feel it half, or nothing, nothing at all. The moon isn’t always full.” - Ventum

Label: The Spitfire

Personality Type: ESTP