#a rose : blossoming in the snow ; headcanons

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Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)

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Heya! The name is Brittle, I go by he/him and I’m a writer for a bunch of things Cookie Run, you’ll probably find me on the Cookie Wars with the various stuff I put out on the tag! Welcome!

[Requests: Open!]

MASTERLIST #2 >>> HERE

[Guidelines]

Gender neutral readers are my way to go, so everyone can enjoy my fics! :D (This will always be the case unless the fic states otherwise)

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The type of writings can vary, which could be either be headcanons, one-shots, etc etc. Whatever I feel like works best for the time.

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Angst, fluff, yandere cookies, it’s all good with me!

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Also, please keep your asks short and simple. Paragraph long ones just make my brain silly.

[Masterlist #1]

Ovenbreak/Kingdom

The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar V1.5

I’ll Miss You (Ancient Cookies)

Downstream Part 1 (Affogato Cookie)

Group Findings (Cauliflower and Peperoncino Cookie)

From Afar (Croissant, Lime, and Sour Belt)

A Jammed Heart (Original Cookie Character)

A Forced Hand (Ancient Cookies)

Y/N Cookie Blurbs (Various Cookies)

A Very Much Invited Guest (Hollyberry Kingdom)

Pet Times (Carrot, Cheesecake, and Baguette Cookie)

Duel of Hearts (White Choco and Rose Cookie)

Tales of Sweetness (Valentine’s Day Special)

Fashion Week 2?

Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to (Carrot, Beet, Spinach, Rambutan Cookie)

Costume Concepts

Ya Like Raisin Buns? (Black Raisin Cookie)

Star of the Industry (Popping Candy, DJ, Rockstar, Parfait, and Shining Glitter Cookie)

Even More Heartbreak (Black Pearl Cookie)

Antagonized

But the Dance is Today! (Hollyberry Kingdom)

Undeserving (Affogato Disciples, Dark Cacao, Adventurer, Captain Ice Cookie)

Anguish Before Matrimony (Pure Vanilla and White Lily Cookie)

No Dice (Ancient Cookies)

At Your Beck and Call (Pearl Legion/Custard Soldiers)

No Deed Goes Unnoticed (Dark Cacao Kingdom)

Milky Way Cookie Blurb

Eternity (Snow Sugar Cookie)

The Serenity or the Charismatic (Pure Vanilla v. Clotted Cream Cookie)

House is Where the Heart Is (Raspberry Mousse Cookie)

Chaos and Control (Twizzly Gang)

A Handycookie’s Expertise (Time Balance Department)

Good Day for Walks (Pure Vanilla Cookie)

Fish in a Barrel (Affogato Cookie)

Spared No Expense 1.5 (Cheesecake Cookie)

Coworkers Delight (Maple Taffy Cookie)

Memories

Sands of the Sale (Yogurt Cream Cookie)

Two Sides of a Coin (Hollyberry Cookie x Male Reader)

Face the Music! (B.A.D 4)

Seize the Spin

Foul Play (Cherry Stars)

Molded, Battered, Whole (The Five Dragons)

In a Heartbeat (Pink Choco Cookie)

From the Brink

What If: In Your Name

When the Jingle Bells Rock (Christmas Special)

The Flipside

Spared No Expense (Cheesecake Cookie)

For Their Majesty (Amber Sugar Cookie)

Speak of the Tree (Millennial Tree Cookie, Churro Cookie)

The Deal with Ancients

Bake It till You Make It

Polar Opposites (Timekeeper Cookie)

A Phenomenal Photo

Let Me Be Your Relay Cookie

A Tune for You (Vagabond Cookie)

Real Y/N Cookie Birthday Hours

Missing You

Sunrises (Missing You Alt)

The Face of the Future (Director Croissant, Stringy Gummy, Ephemeral Flow Timekeeper)

The Spooky Cookie Tapes

The Deal with Dragons (The 5 Dragons)

The Thrill or The Peace (Adventurer Cookie v. Blackberry Cookie)

Marketplace Ruckus (Hollyberrian Marketplace)

Time Travel, Woo! (Croissant Cookie)

Biggest Fans (Cherry Stars)

The Idol and the DJ (DJ Cookie)

The TBD’s Handycookie (Time Balance Department)

The Apple in this Doctor’s Eye (Dr. Bones Cookie

Heartbreak (Kumiho Cookie)

Pizza’s Here (Pizza Cookie)

The Beloved of Duskgloom Sea (Black Pearl Cookie)

Picnic Time (Cherry Blossom Cookie)

The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar (Various Cookies)

Wars/Jellywalker AU

[Q: Question based. Though some questions do evolve into full on fics.]

Heart of the Horde

Protectors of the Horde’s Heart

Death of the Heart

The Starved Heart

Heart Amongst Legends

Recollection 1 (White Ghost Cookie, Vagabond Cookie, Cream Unicorn Cookie)

Recollection 2 (Financier Cookie, Vampire Cookie, Dark Choco Cookie)

Recollection 3 (Infected TBD)

Wandering

Wandering #2

Gift Mode | Keeping Quiet | Little Ones | Wandering Part 3 (Jellywalker AU)

The News Gets to Them (Walker AU. Sorbet Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Black Garlic Cookie)

The News Gets to Them #2 (Walker AU. Lilybell Cookie, Choco Ball Cookie, Poison Mushroom Cookie)

Q: Various Cookies as Walkers

Q: Various Cookies as Walkers #2

Q: Bosses and You!

Q: Guard Duty (Jellywalker Knight Cookie)

Q: If Y/N Died

Q: Would The Dragons Help?

Q: How did Y/N get infected?

Q: Y/N Captured

Q: Shared Emotion of Y/N Cookie and the Horde

Q: Showoffs of the Horde (Fire Spirit Cookie, Cinnamon Cookie, Skating Queen Cookie)

Q: If Y/N was cured?

Q: Argument Amongst the Horde

[caffeinated-beverage]

HETALIA SMELL HEADCANONS (I worked super hard on this, so pls look at it, appreciate it, and reblog? esp with comments bc i love seeing ur comments ^u^)

N. Italy: Garlic-flavored armpits

Germany: Normally, he just smells like sugar and cinnamon.

Japan: Rainwater

America: Hot dogs and bacon

England: Nosebleeds

Fr*nce: cheese

China: Braised pork belly and warmth

Russia: A mixture of booze and warmth

Canada: Poutine

Belgium: Chocolate chip waffles with a hint of strawberry

Luxembourg: Blackberrie-scented cologne

Netherlands: Money

Austria: Rose-scented perfume

Hungary: Warmth and fresh bread

Liechtenstein: https://www.fragrantica.com/perfume/Sanrio/Hello-Kitty-71771.html

Poland: Cream soda

Prussia: Snow cones

Slovakia: Fresh-baked cheesy bread

Switzerland: Goat milk

Estonia: TV static

Latvia: Hot cocoa & cookies

Lithuania: Lithuania.

Belarus: Mint

Bulgaria: He smeel like he boozin' & loosin'

Moldova: Halloween candies & cheese puffs

Romania: Red-flavored kool-aid

Ukraine: Fresh-baked blueberry bread and warmth

Denmark: Hairgel

Finland: Christmas!!!!!!!!!

Iceland: Hot cocoa & cookies

Norway: Fish-flavored snacks

Sweden: Coffee

Cyprus: Shark.. :/

Greece: Cats

Monaco: Money

Romano: Italian pizza

Spain: Tomatoes & olives

Portugal: Olive oil

Turkey: Roasted turkey

Egypt: Sourdough bread

Cameroon: Fresh-cut grass

Seychelles: the ocean

Hong kong: Mango pudding

Macau: Something sweet

Korea: Milk chocolates

Taiwan: Japanese Cherry Blossom™️

Thailand: Mangoes

Vietnam: Japanese cherry blossom™️

Philippines: A mixture of mangoes and Cucumber Melon™️

Indonesia: Hibiscus and rose hips

Singapore: Strawberries

India: Indian food and warmth ❤️❤️❤️

Australia: Cucumber melon™️ and sea water

New Zealand: Milk chocolates

Cuba: ICE CREAAAM!!!

[helloescapist]

Sincerely, | Daki Headcanons

Word count: 2073

Setting: modern!Daki x fem!reader

Content Warning(s): girlxgirl, yuri, opposites attract, modern!AU

Summary: relationship headcanons for a modern Daki with a shy, introverted partner who is patient and affectionate.

Dear 🐼, I'm so terribly sorry for how long I've allowed this ask to drag on. The truth is, requests for a female character with a specifically female reader is far and few between, so I indulged a little bit. I hope this wrap up finds you well, and meets your expectations. Thank you 🍡 Sincerely, Part I + Sincerely, Part II

No one would blame you if you were to call it love at first sight. Kissed by an ethereal being, hair as fair as snow, and lips painted to shame even a rose from blossoming, fearing to pale in the presence of her beauty, Daki is bold where others would shy. Dares to tread where others would falter. No, no one would blame you for having your heart stolen by the goddess, but to say that Daki returned the sentiment would be a lie.

The first time Daki ran into you, literally, she could hear the other girls’ chattering. Whispered rumors and plunging into question of her chastity. The upperclassmen was already bristled by the early morning hour—she is by no means a morning person, but to have begun the day off with immediate call to her virtue followed by probing eyes by a curious, and clearly perverse gaze, Daki was quite ready to throw hands.

She’s not stupid and having grown up the way she has even in the modern world, Daki has always been exposed by the immoral gazes of grown men, debauched murmurs of hopes and exploration despite her age, she was used to being the object of affection for deviants and creeps a like. Although a girl was new for her, the most that often occurred were the result of prompted jealousy.

Women whose husbands had strayed, offered the younger girl gifts, and clearly questionable invitations, they had never considered their husbands as the orchestrators of immorality. Rather, they often allowed their envious hearts to turn a blind eye to how their eyes followed a child, she had been the object of their scorn. Swore her attentions, insisted she had enticed their husbands, begged for attention, and strayed from their marriages.

All orchestrated by a child.

Others felt envious of the alignment of her unnaturally pale hair. Light by the moon, or the early blossoms of her curvature when a majority of her peers had struggled to fill a B-cup. She had been abundantly blessed. Though none had considered how early her back had begun to ache.

Yet, as you collided into her. Straddled her hips, the clear quiver of your eyes, the heat of your blush that tipped from ear to ear, it had occurred to Daki, that none of her prior experiences applied. Her suspicions only verified by the clear retreat, the horrified quiver of your eyes when it had occurred to you how—excite you had become by the implication of her embrace amongst the crowded train area.

Coward.

As someone who has witness where weakness can lead, Daki does not offer any hint of kindness initially. Rather, she scorns your behavior. Find she nose wrinkling at each shiver of your shoulders, the way your cheeks ignite over the smallest things. The sadist in her is delighted, enjoys causing your heart to strum against your ribs, the rattle of your teeth against one another as you struggle to form an articulate sentence.

Yet, as clear as the hushed cackles of your classmates, she’s quick to catch on that she is not the only one to delight in your misfortune. The girls of your class has found entertainment. Noticed the curiosity of your lingering gazes, small slips of your sexual preference having drawn their ire, and as time presses on.

The way you continue to smile.

The nervous giggle as you pass the issue off, and insist on pushing the conflict to the side.

It. Pisses. Her. Off.

Open kindness, empath that draws and attracts to others, shielding weakness is not directly in her nature. Such open displays of feeble behavior attracts predators, and yet, yet you continue to stumble Rattle shy responses, with draw into your hidden world, so unaware of the whispers of those around you.

Opening up willingly was not an option, and having been met with the safety of your embrace, the quite acceptance, alongside your silence… you’ve never asked her about that night. Not that she would every speak to you of it, well, perhaps one day, but at the time, you were tender. And gentle.

Yet, you never hesitated to intercept.

Nor did you ever hint a touch of blame at her door, rather you simply… remained.

It’s ironic, the one shred of sympathy she had held for you, was empathy that you had repaid her. More so, it had drew her attraction. Cultivated an affectionate for you.

Really, Daki is likely to be attracted to the thoughtfulness of your nature. She is not prone to desiring the chance to open up, and I nfact, you may find it difficult to get her to do so. It will take a long time for her to unfold, allow you to seep into the cracks, and as time passes, she will allow you to see small sights of her if given the opportunity.

Daki requires a patient partner, one that can give her the time to blossom. To allow deeper part of her aspects to draw forth. The slips of herself she had long since hid in a desperate attempt to survive her upbringing.

Daki is a caring partner, and desires to dedicate herself to her partner.

Though she can be pragmatic, Daki is not satisfied with a relationship in which she cannot be her authentic self, nor is she satisfied only skimming the surface of her partner. She’s affectionate, painfully so, and terribly committed to her partner. In doing so, Daki can be driven to questionable lengths for her lover, drawn to questionable behaviors, and going so far as to deny darker aspects of their personality.

She will not hesitate to defend you. In many ways, she has inherited aspects of her brother’s personality. Daki can and will harm another for your sake without so much as an apology.

Harmony is a priority in her relationship, and truthfully in an attempt to maintain the relationship, Daki runs the risk of sweeping a lot of issues under the carpet in the hopes of preserving the mental picture she has of you—she does not focus on the future. All of her hopes, her dreams are in this moment. It can and will lend itself to risky behaviors, only reeled in by your concern.

Do not mistake this as Daki becoming a door mat, or a pushover. She is firm in her own desires, and her thoughts, and will not be swayed.

Daki will allow herself to be swayed by a majority of things, the sweet nothings that you utter, the fall of your words, but in the same regards, Daki will not take slights to her pride willingly, nor will she allow them with kindness. She can be biting when she feels her ego has been bruised, and will attack the issue on sight, regardless of the time or place.

For obvious reason, this could be a hint of issue in your relationship.

More so, you can expect that as a reserved individual, there will at times be a source of conflict in your relationship when it comes to social duties. Your outright continual rejection of experiences will illicit her ire. She can be patient, understanding even of your refusal to join, but if you are not willing to meet her half way and experience life at her side from time to time, she will become bitter.

Daki is however, a fairly affectionate person, and as long as you are always willing to meet her half way, she is willing to approach you to the same ends. If you have gone out with her a time or two, she will embrace your willingness to join her with open arms. Well, with the understanding that she will not be staying for a night in as well. Daki needs flexibility, but more than anything she resents being tied down.

Confinement will draw the fullest extent of her wrath, and you will find that its during these times she may stray.

Ultimately, as long as you remain a akind and patient partner, you’ll be rewarded with warmth.

The Hot Cheeto girl will adore playing with your hair, shopping with your complexion in mind. Go to great lengths to ensure that her girlfriend is dressed adorably, even if you shy away from her cooes.

I can’t justify it, but Daki screams Hot Cheeto girl to me, and I just can’t be swayed.

Being Daki’s partner means that you will have to subject yourself to intensive snuggles. One that secures your soul to her own, anchors you, and claims you as her own. Practically determined to knit her essence onto you, as though someone how the fragrance of her distinct perfume will deter all competitors.

Makes a point of showing up to your classes, and your work as you grow older—makes a big show of bringing your lunch to you. She’s not the best cook, but she cannot allow the opportunity to claim her territory for all to see is not something she can pass up.

Daki is playful, and often times dance son a fine line of childish and sadistic. The way she toys with your hair, or allows her finer to trace down your neck. Captures your cheeks, and quips a knowing gaze.

She lives for your blush and makes a game out of coaxing its existence.

Daki is snarky, her comments can be sarcastic and even biting, but all of them are drawn from love. Affectionate at its finest, sort of like a cat that demands attention, and upon receiving x amount of pats, realizes it appears domestic, and snips at the hand who offered love.

You can expect that despite how boldly Daki declares her love, and adoration, she also has a tendency to suffer insecurities. Likely the direct result of her upbringing, and at times, you’ll find yourself listening to her placing you in bizarre situations. Inquiries such as, “Would you still love me if I were a boy? What if I were a lizard?”

Will ask multiple times if you still love her, despite the fact that you took two trains ,and a bus to fetch her favorite snack.

Shamelessly drags you to the oddest dates. Such as intentionally spiriting you away, purchasing a ticket to no where she knows, and challenging the two of you to survive in the unknown area.

Loves  the opportunity to spoil you, to purchase a variety of clothing. Guilty outfits that she knows you would never wear out in the world, but just knowing that they are tucked in your wardrobe, where only she knows—a coy smile tucked at the glimmer of the item in your closet peeking out at her. You hadn’t thrown it away after all.

Daki has a variety of social medias, and probably thrives as an upcoming influencer.

Despises kids.

She hates the competition, and struggles against the concept of splitting her attention with you. Even for a babysitting job.

So much so that Daki can become bitter at the concept of having to allocate part of her attention to another, and because of this, you’ll find Daki childishly tugging you—mad glaring at anyone who takes your eyes off of her even for a moment.

Literally the type to do the “watching you” symbol, openly.

Will impulsively bring home a dog.

Seizes opportunities to wrap around you in public, to captivate your waste, pull your back into her and hear your squeal. Clings to opportunities to remain in physical contact with you.

At times, it’s strictly because she enjoys teasing you, hearing your adorable squeals, the shy way you bat her away in public, or in private, but mostly, Daki is in all forms of the word, touch starved. She craves the contact, the connection.

More than anything, I just feel like Daki would just delight in teasing you, even going so far as to openly taunt you before your relationship has established, but at the same time, I think she would balance this out with being a genuine simp.

Praises everything you do with open adoration, brags to any who will listen.

Yet, to the one who needs to hear her voice most, you’ll hear biting remarks brought on by her own embarrassment.

[cdragons]

Crass Family Moodboards & Headcanons

These are moodboards and headcanons for the Crass Family in my Snowbaird AU story, "Feathers & Threads Soaked in Red." I also plan to make some for the Snow Family and the Covey in District 12. If you are curious after reading these, please visit this page and read the story!

Icarus Magnus Crass - played by Richard Madden

Icarus Magnus Crass is the Head of the House of Crass. He was an only child and had an extremely strict upbringing.

Before his current position as Secretary of Defense, he was the youngest soldier to quickly rise to the rank of General.

Icarus was groomed to be the next president by his father should the elderly President Ravinstill have an "unfortunate" demise

He lived an extremely isolated childhood - his education consisted of private tutors before attending the Academy & University

His only comforts in his childhood were Sephia Rose & his piano

Had a long-term engagement to an obscenely wealthy heiress before he went public of his relationship with Sephia Rose and was sent to the military

When he married Sephia Rose, in his vows he told her: "I was born to love you."

He would often use the secret tunnels to watch Sephia Rose sleep when she first came to the manor - he had never met anyone so different and pretty.

Icarus is someone who had every opportunity to grab power, but he chose happiness. In choosing love, he lived a fulfilling life with a wife who he loved more than anything and was blessed with children he would give his life for in a heartbeat. He is who Snow could have been if Coryo had just been medicated.

Sephia Rose/Kore Hayes - played by Haley Bennett

To the Capitol's Elite, she is Kore Hayes. But to herself and her family, only then can she be Sephia Rose.

She and Icarus have built a life together in the capitol, where she is the mother of three children with all Covey names.

Sephia was very scared of Icarus when they first met as children - she didn't know if she was safe around Capitol children.

But she and him quickly got along after he would show her his piano and even play a song of an old lullaby.

Before she founded her clothing brand "Lis et Rose", she modeled for some of the most exclusive clothing brands in the Capitol and even found ways to model her own clothes.

When Icarus enlisted in the military, she presented offerings in the garden to pray for his protection

During the war, she would write letters to Icarus every day while he was on the war front, and she always place a kiss at the end of each letter.

SHe made sure that he children knew all her Covery's skills, including how to garden and cook.

Sephia Rose lived an incredibly harrowing life. But her resilience for hope had helped her find light in the darkest of tunnels. She never lost touch with her roots and often told her children stories of her childhood. She is grateful every day for the love that blossomed between her and her husband.

Laurus Orion Crass - played by Josha Stradowski

Laurus Orion Crass, or Laurie, is the firstborn to Icarus and Sephia Rose and heir to the Crass House and fortune.

Because of his position, Laurie always had a lot of pressure placed on him due to society's expectations for him to be a military man like his father.

He knows that he is very fortunate to have such incredible role models for parents who only gave him support and love while teaching him how to exercise caution

He was a premature baby by almost 4 weeks and had to be placed in the ICU due to his lungs not being fully developed and still sometimes has asthma attacks

Before his godmother died, he would often play at her office whenever he visited due to his health issues as a baby, and this inspired him to want to become a surgeon.

He learned the piano from his father, and it would serve as a great way for them to bond when he came home from work.

He is very proud of the name his mother gave him - Laurus, which means victory, and Orion was his dad's favorite constellation.

Laurie is not a fan of Casca Highbottom - he noticed at a very young age that the Dean would always stay too close to his mother whenever they came in for parent-teacher meetings.

Laurie Orion is no stranger to the Capitol's dangers and hypocrisies and makes it his personal goal to fulfill his godmother's wish of establishing clinics in the districts before her "death." He may or may not have a crush on a particular girl he met in District 4. He is Sejanus Plinth if the boy had some goddamn impulse control.

Agalia Iris Crass - played by Annalise Basso

Agalia Iris Crass is the second eldest and only daughter of Icarus and Sephia Rose.

Because of how much she looks like her mom, her father had always been very protective over her

Agalia was born right before the war broke out - just enough time for her father to cry at her birth.

Ambition + Moxie - she has dreams of becoming a principal ballet dancer by her early 20s.

Her endless curiosity and good heart remind Sephia Rose of Kaety Amaryllis - Aggie often wishes she could remember her godmother.

Like her brother, she takes a lot of pride in her name - irises symbolize hope and valor, and Agalia means joy.

She first remembered dancing at five when her mother sang Lavender's Blue to her baby brother.

She designed and made all her costumes since her very first recital and even crocheted all her sweaters and cardigans.

Aggie Iris is the kind of girl who will fool you with her sweet smile and pretty eyes only to tear you apart with her spitfire spirit. While she despises the inhumane nature of the Hunger Games, she still has a little bit of anger towards the rebels since they "killed" her godmother. While she doesn't remember what she looks like, she swears that she can hear her voice every time she plays her music box.

Arcturus 'Arthur' Lucus Crass - played by kid on pinterest

Arcturus Lucus Crass, or Arthur, is the second son and youngest child of Icarus and Sephia Rose.

The sweetest kid you will ever meet in the history of the world - he's also the most likely to accidentally wander off (his parents got him a leash)

Nature kid with the greenest thumb - he will spend hours on hours with his mom in the greenhouse

Out of all the kids, his temperament and behavior most resemble their mother.

Every animal will fight to the death to protect this kid - every single one of Dr. Gaul's mutts loves him.

Speaking of animals, he has a penchant for walking in public like any animal from ages 2-6, and the leash only encouraged him.

Fell in love with crocheting when he did it with Aggie and Sephia Rose - now he has a playground equivalent to the black market for his toys.

His name was in dedication to his birthplace - the grove filled with amaryllis flowers in his family's garden his mother made to honor her Lillycat.

Arthur Lucus may be a bit naive, but he is not stupid. He's his parents' son after all, and although he is young he does know that there are people who want to hurt the people he loves. But he has a heart so big he loves the whole world, and he even has a fairy godmother who tries to help him in a distant wood when she can.

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wait omg I don't have any specific asks abt young adam but I would love to hear any headcanons you have about him and his mom 🥺 I remember that lil flashback we see in the movie standing out to me so much, I just know she was the sweetest woman in the world

often for bedtime stories, his mother would tell him about her life before she became royal. about her brothers and her parents and their animals and playing in the sunshine and warm dinners and laughter. she’d always promise to take him there some day.

adam has early memories of sitting in her room while she got ready for a dinner or ball. he’d sit on her bed and play while her lady’s maid dressed her and did her hair and makeup. eventually, the maid would leave and his mother would sit at her vanity. the moment that happened, adam would slide off the bed and climb onto her lap. they’d spend every minute together until the nanny would come to take him away and the queen would have to join the party.

they played in the garden a lot, particularly around his mother’s roses. they’d run around and play hide & seek and tag. they’d also collect flowers for the vase in her room and sit in the sunshine and she would sing to him. they’d go for walks when the cherry blossom trees were in bloom and the pink petals would fall like snow and it always felt a little magical.

on his birthday (august 26th) she would always make a special little chocolate cake for him, a tradition she carried over from what her mother always did for her and her brothers on their birthdays. she would also often send lumiere and plumette to paris to find a present for him, if she would not be going there with the king around the time.

adam was very quiet by nature, even to his mother, but he definitely lit up the most around her. he never said much to anyone when he was little, but you could quite easily tell he was happiest in his mother’s presence. he’d kick his legs and shake his arms when he saw her. and he’d cling to her dress or hand when others were around.

many nights when there was either a storm or a bad dream, little adam would brave the darkness in order to run to the safety of his mother’s room. he’d run in and climb into her bed and nestle right in her arms. she would wake and hold him tight and sing soft lullabies to him to help him fall asleep.

winter and christmas were also a special time. adam’s father often spent his winters in paris or versailles, leaving his wife and son behind. adam and his mother Loved this, of course. they would play in the snow every day and snuggle in her bed every night, the whole castle always smelling of cinnamon and gingerbread.

one of adam’s core memories, which i’ve written this fic about, so i’ll only say it briefly here, is when he was around four years old and his mother woke him in the middle of the night to bring him to the stables. he got to witness the birth of his first horse, etienne.

adam was very prone to meltdowns, especially if any changes happened or if he couldn’t see his mother when he had been told he could, or if his father yelled or slammed a door or hit him. adam was very sensitive to his environment and it would often bring him to tears and/or tantrums. his mother was pretty much the only one that could get him to calm down eventually.

as he got a bit older and started studying with the private tutors, he took so much joy in infodumping about new things to his mother. she never had a proper education, her brothers taught her to read and write, so she was always so fascinated by what adam told her. he’d spend hours telling her things, sometimes. they’d walk around the garden or ride a horse together and he’d ramble on. (truly the only time he’s ever considered a chatterbox is if he’s infodumping. otherwise he was so so quiet and still is generally).

when his mother got sick and became bed-ridden, she told him to keep an eye on the flowers and horses for her. so every day he’d come visit her and tell her how they were doing. he’d also tell her about what he was studying and reading. he was getting very interested in books by this age (nine). many nights he would stay in her room and read to her. she’d fall asleep before him and he’d eventually close the book and snuggle next to her. he could tell she was getting weaker but he’d close his eyes and pretend they were at the farm with her brothers in the sunshine. hoping one day they’d get there.

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💫　14 associations : Hanaka Houjou

tagged by @archaiclumina & @reconditerune !! ty!

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🌸　animal: red squirrels. ( i genuinely couldn’t think of anything & asked my gf. it’s canon now ig /shrug ) for a ff based creature, she’d be a red chocobo or a tabby coeurl kit. 

🌸　color: pink! coral & rose pink are p distinct on her, but i also think pearlescent white, warm-toned colors, + gold accents are also fitting.

🌸　song: fellow feeling by porter robinson ( most things made by porter are a vibe tbh but THIS song?? oof from the lyrics alone; almost like i could hear the words being said as her own. the sound itself is v modern, but the initial calm that turns into chaos all contrasts so well against with what is being said in the song & kind of silhouettes what i imagine it must feel like for Hanaka to use her Echo / aetheric abilities?? it’s intense, maybe a bit scary to witness. she is incredibly strong when her power is wielded deftly, but it’s a painful process. also her h/c’d english VA* *subject to change is doing the speaking in the song! it’s all v good!! )

🌸　number: 2. She likes multiples of two. She usually prefers to go second in most things in her life, letting someone else take the lead so she can learn from their example. She is the kind to observe first, then act; always preferring a one-two step kind of plan.

🌸　day or night: she is the early morning, specifically the hours of 3~5 AM, when the world sleeps & the stars shine brightest. She is like dawn break over the horizon, shooing the stars to their beds with her sun-like smile. She is the comfort of knowing you’ve survived another night, the bleary sky a meld of purples & pinks into new day blues or early morning golds, dotted with flickering stars who will soon rest behind the fluffy clouds. Hanaka loves the night skies, but she herself is very much the dawn.

🌸　plant: victoria rose forget-me-nots; felt like a fitting plant, as a lot of her WoL narrative deals with remembering / seeing / sharing memories with others. pink flowers for bonus points!

🌸　smell: initially, she smells like the plum & cherry blossoms she likes to use as her daily accessories. Her true scent is of Othardian poppies, Doman black tea, ginger root, natural musk, & a touch of something sweet akin to a marshmallow. ( it’s my headcanon that Hanaka just… always smells good lol because of her ability to sprout flowers from her body to heal herself & she is also just very well-groomed when able! )

🌸　gemstone: angel aura quartz, pearl, or argyle ( pink ) diamond!

🌸　season: late winter to early spring, right after the deep winter frost thaws; still cold outside but the snow is melting, maybe an occasional snow flurry. The plum trees have blossomed & warmer seasons are on their way; bird calls return to the mornings again, signaling the end of hibernation. The crisp air smells of rebirth & sweetness.

🌸　place: Yanxia. She was born in a small farming village beyond the Glittering Basin, now lost to war & time.

🌸　food: hanami dango ( her favorite dango flavor is azim strawberry! )

🌸　eorzean deity: i associate her with Azeyma ( mostly due to aesthetics ), though her patron is Althyk! Althyk makes more sense for her narratively imo.

🌸　eorzean element(s): earth, the element of substance & endurance. Her abilities draw from this element the most!

🌸　drink: maehwa-cha ( plum blossom tea )

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We all have our place in the world. Some simply have found themselves in a nicer place than others. I don't see what's wrong with that. Let the rest be swallowed up in the chaos of life.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Estelle Odette Delacour

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Stella, Siren (by those that dislike her), Petite Colombe (her brother only)

AGE: Twenty Two

BIRTH DATE: September 13th, 1956

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood (1/8th veela, unaware)

AFFILIATION: Death Eaters (neutral, without a mark but working to aid them)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Town house in the heart of London, near Diagon Alley charmed to be more luxurious, hidden from muggles

OTHER: Vacation Home in the south of France

OCCUPATION: Translator, Department of international magical Co-operation, Ministry of Magic

PETS: Felix (british longhair)

WAND: Vine, unicorn core, 11 1/4 inches, hard flexibility

PATRONUS: Stoat

BOGGART: Losing her brother

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: roses, parchment, the scent of the ocean

INSPIRATION

SONG: Breakfast (Dove Cameron), Prom Queen (Molly Kestner), Princesses don't cry (Carys), Killer Queen (Mad Tsai), There are other ways of Epic, Looking at me by Sabrina Carpenter

PINTEREST: here !!

AESTHETIC: Long winding hallways, dried rose petals falling, birds flying as high as clouds, elegant stationary, the scratching of a quill on parchment, the busy halls of the ministry of magic, hells on pavement, the color crimson red, the sound of a piano playing in another room, a glass of wine, spring blossoms opening to the summer sun, a violin playing as snowflakes dance, the imprint of footsteps along hills of snow, a broken mirror with burnt edges, a sincere smile that hides a secret

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Gabriel Delacour (alive), Aurélie Delacour (alive)

SIBLINGS: Étienne Delacour (older brother)

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

EXTRACURRICULAR: Slug Club, Astronomy Club, Herbology Club

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts, Astronomy

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Norwegian, Mermish, Gobbledegook (still learning, in part)

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Hazel

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

HEIGHT: 5′4

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (practicing), Flying (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent)

POSITIVE TRAITS: caring, loyal, resourceful

NEGATIVE TRAITS: perfectionist, manipulative, too trusting at times

MBTI: INFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Estelle Delacour was born on a sunny day in September, the sun pushing aside the rainy clouds of the prior days. What seemed like a good sign was only an indicator of the strong personality that the young girl would eventually grow to call her own. Being a part of a strong-willed family, she was raised in accordance with the expectations and hopes of the society they lived in, the customs clear as to what was important and what to be paid mind to. Estelle loved the dance lessons, enjoyed the language and art classes that accompanied her younger years and were, out of interest, pushed further and maintained for most of her life. It was early on that she noticed that along with being gifted in the art of communication, it seemed almost too easy to make friends. A smile here, a wave there and occasionally a sweet chuckle and somehow those considering her near and dear only seemed to grow. The young girl was later told that it was a gift, but the truth was so much harsher than that. Her duty was clear and the gift only a part of that.

To this day Estelle believes herself to be gifted with good looks, charms, and incredible manipulation skills as she has no clue what truth hidden behind the lies is. Decades prior her grandfather, in search of a wife, ended up falling in love with a woman that had charmed him entirely. Believing her claims to be a pureblood, he got married to her. It wasn’t until their children had been born that he stumbled across the truth. His own wife was a veela. Shocked to the core he scrambled to find a way to work with it, caring for his wife yet knowing she went against everything expected of him. Instead of allowing the world to know of it, the secret was hidden underneath the excuse of the gift and no one was any wiser for it. Estelle is unaware of the fact that she is one eight veela.

The witch grew up admiring her brother as he was almost like a guiding light in the darkness and many a thing was learned from him. When her time to attend school came, it was not Beauxbaton that her parents decided on but Hogwarts; the bigger school to the north. And so she went, on her first bigger adventure. When time to be sorted came, there wasn’t a need to wonder as the hat called out Slytherin before the hat even had a chance to ruin her perfectly-in-place hair. Estelle was determined to make not only her parents but also the brother in question proud with her accomplishments. Making friends was easy enough. The young girl was determined to do whatever it took to secure what her family needed, becoming the person they wanted her to be with burning determination. Of course, her own needs were not neglected as she grew up a smart and accomplished young witch, a perfectionist at heart. The air of mystery around her never quite dissipated.

Upon graduation Stella began working for the ministry of magic, joining the Department of Magical Co-operation as a translator, extending, and using her language skills to the best of her abilities. The job brought security and influence with it and of course it shined a rather positive light on her family; a benefit she wasn’t at all against. Working her way through the ranks she now is in a position to both plan and secure events of the international kind, as well as working as a liaison and communicator between various species. Estelle is all too willing to use her connections to help out those who fight the fight she believes in, entirely unaware that it is a fight against people like herself. A part of her is considering switching to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures as that allows her to use her language skills much more. Only time will tell.

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hi everyone! my name is jane, and i started writing beth a few months ago and i have grown to love her oh so very much. fortunately for everyone, this will be the first time i’ve written her as relatively happy. but don’t be too comfortable! i live for angst, and because of that... beth is still sad, just not as sad as she normally is when i write her! i hope everyone learns to love my little bundle of joy as much as i do! please, don’t be afraid to hmu, and for those mentioned in her things... PLEASE come at me for plots! you’ll most likely get best contact with me through discord, iiimpasse#7313

OOC INFORMATION - 

Name:  jane

Age: 19

Timezone: GMT 2:00

Pronouns: she/her 

Triggers: suicide, especially involving guns.

IN CHARACTER -

Character you're applying for: beth Cassel

Face Claim: charlotte hope

List 3 or more headcanons about your character:

The Cassel's are no stranger to death: Rodrik Cassel lost all his previous daughters and all his former wives. The gods had indeed blessed him when the auburn-haired little girl took her first breath and cried her first cry. Blessed when his wife was there to take care of her, too. But all blessings came to an end when lady Eliza Cassel became ill. Beth was only 5 at the time, nothing but a child with no real concept of what death was. Lady Cassel only lasted four weeks before she died in her sleep.          i. Since losing her mother at such a young age, beth has struggled, especially with becoming close to other girls. Raised by a rough man, beth didn't really understand what it meant to be a lady, but that was what her father wanted to be, and so she did her best to do so. Determination has always driven beth headfirst into her success, and since she was determined to be the perfect lady, she was: the only one topping her in any of their sessions being lady Sansa herself, whom beth became rather close with despite the differences in age. To this very day, beth strives to be more like Sansa.       ii. Beth only has faint memories of her mother, and those memories define who beth is as a person. She recalls her mother being kind, gentle, unbearably loving - so that is who beth became; kind, gentle, unbearably caring. She could remember the sound of her mother's voice, singing soft tunes to soothe her aching heart. So she began to sing. she could remember her mother making silly little sketches whenever she had the chance, so beth began to draw.

Growing up, beth was very shy. Even as an adult, she was timid. She struggled to speak to people she wasn't used to, which made it hard for her to get used to anyone. Her father tried to push her onto the kids around her, doing his best to edge her towards the stark girls whenever she would come to watch him train the boys, urging the boys he taught to ask her to dance during any parties. She rarely accepted, but she became quickly and easily attached to the stark children; since she has grown, she had pledged herself to the family.         i. Beth had little to no friends. She mostly spent her time by herself, singing, drawing, sometimes dancing. If she wasn't doing any of those things, she was watching the boys train. Eventually, her solitude and refusal to leave when Rodrik was training, he began teaching her how to use the bow and arrow at the young age of nine. She caught on quick, and by the time she reached 13, she was a sure shot.         ii. Because of her lack of friendships, romance is something that beth is entirely clueless on. Although she's had crushes in her past: Arryk Stark, Rickon Stark, basically the whole Targaryen family (because they were beautiful: all of them), she had yet to ever experience love. She hasn't called someone hers, and she hasn't belonged to anyone before.         iii. Beth is consistently worried about the fact that she has not found someone yet: what was wrong with her, that no one wanted to love her? She did not believe she was cute, but she knew she wasn't the most terrible looking girl in Winterfell. She did everything a good lady, a good wife, should be able to do. She longs to give her father a grandchild, to have a family, to love a man, and give him a good heir. 

All growing up, beth believed that she would have her family started already by the time she was 22. But a long life of shyness has left her without anything, no husband, no babies, no home of her own. She fears she might be a failure, and that haunts her daily. She does her best to hide it, though. No one wants a sad wife.         i. Instead of having a husband and a baby by the age of 22, Beth Cassel was a sure-shot. She competed against others, won most of the medals, too. She often accompanied lord Arryk Stark on hunting trips, and in any case of battle, she would go with them. Because of her love of archery, she grew close with Theon Greyjoy. The two became friendly but competitive. Beth doesn't like that she isn't as good as him: she aspires to be so. 

CHARACTER STATS -

birth year: 285 ac

marital status:  single

sexuality:  heterosexual

pronouns / gender: female, she/her

moral alignment: lawful good

sun sign:  Sagittarius 

positive traits: loving, loyal, understanding, cooperative, determined

negative traits: timid, naive, insecure,  skeptical, (too) trusting.

CHARACTER HISTORY / BRIEF DESCRIPTION:

Beth Cassel is the only living daughter of Ser Rodrik Cassel and Eliza Cassel and is nothing but a rose blossoming in the snow. She was born in Winterfell in the middle of a snowstorm in 285 AC, known as the spark of life in the middle of all that death. Since she was born, she's had a love for the snow, for Winterfell, for arts of all kind. Although she does her best to talk and interact with everyone who crosses her path and leave them feeling better than they had before they met her, she's shy and has few friends, though she wants that to change. 

[turntechgoddesshead]

Promise

Hey guys! Remember me? I was the rando that said i was gonna write Sally Face fanfic, wrote one headcanons post and yeeted off the internet for a couple days. Well, i’m back and I did indeed write a thing. This is the beginning of a series, if ya’ll like it that is. I don’t know if this will end up as Larry x Reader or Sal x Reader but hell, i guess we’ll see. Anyways, here ya go!

Also feel free to hit me up for Headcanons, they’re fun warm ups. 

Words: 1624

TW: Mention of animal death, Parents leaving, and Juvy.

Y/n Is a girl and uses she/her pronouns, has freckles and glasses. Sorry haha, i have a hard time not writing in those features bc this did indeed start off as a shameless self insert. Y/N also has two dads bc happy pride month. 

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A tiny cry echoed through the hallways of the labor ward, as a new life had blossomed just merely a few moments ago. Her fathers welcomed her into their lives with open arms and tears shedding from their eyes, as they drank in ever tiny inch of her brand-new body. She was absolutely perfect to them, and everything that they had worked so hard for. Her tiny hand gripped tightly onto the finger of the man who held her, her small green eyes cried tears of confusion as the second man beside her smiled and placed a gentle hand onto the top of her tiny head of H/C hair.

               “She’s so beautiful,” The first man spoke to the other, failing to contain his tears. The nurses watched in silent anticipation as the two finally introduced themselves to the newest member of their family. The woman who sat in the bed, smiled happily watching the two interact with the baby which she had carried inside her for nine months. She was finally meeting the family she forever deserved to be apart of, and the family which she had so graciously chosen to give her baby up to. After passing the baby girl off to the nurses, the two men embraced the woman into a teary hug, thanking her for all of her kindness.

               “Thank you so much, for our little Y/N Moore.”

               Days turned into weeks, which casually turned into months, leading to the sudden and unexpected change that occurs within the years of growing up. Five years into her young life, little Y/N and her fathers moved into their own little slice of heaven, room 402 of the Addison apartments in Nockfell.  They happily lived along with the other residents, making friends with the Johnson family which resided in the basement below. Larry Johnson was the only child of his parents, Lisa and Jim, who was just excited to have another child his age in the complex. The two children eventually became inseparable, always in one room or the other inevitably getting into whatever trouble children at the age of five or six get into. Y/N eventually grew into a worrisome little girl, always anxious over whether or not the duo would get away with their latest antics while Larry easily concocted them in that little brain of his. Three years Into the Moore’s and Johnsons friendship Young Y/N and Larry played outside excitedly with a handful of firecrackers which Mrs. Lisa had brought home. Y/N expressed to the young boy how anxious she was about playing with something which her fathers would inevitably be angry about, but eventually calmed down and began to play after her best friend convinced her it would be alright.

               “Larry, be sure to aim it away from the building!” She told him in between her high-pitched giggles. Snow outside fell from the sky and landed delicately into her hair, just to melt moments after.

               “I don’t think you can aim them He-" Before the boy could finish his sentence, the firecracker went off, flying towards the building and into an open window, before exploding into a flurry of pops and whistles. The sudden silence after the firecracker ceased lasted for only a moment as a sudden screech emitted from Mrs. Gibson, the old woman who resided within the apartment. All color drained from the freckled face of the little girl as she gazed up at the window in horror, listening to the screams of terror and anger that omitted from just a few floors above her.

               “L-Larry,” Larry had cut Y/N off before she could even form words. He gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her out of the sight of the window. Hurriedly he tugged her along to the side of the building so neither of them could be seen, glancing around the corner once for caution, before turning his attention to his friend. Y/N’s face had grown ghost-like as fat tears began to form in her eyes and roll down the center of her cheek.

               “Larry, did we hurt her?” She cried, putting her face into her hands. Her sobs turned into hiccups as she constantly attempted to wipe the water off her face. The pressure of her best friends hands gripping tightly onto her shoulders, suddenly pulled her out of her panicked state. She looked up at Larry who seemed as cool as possible, his eyes were sharp as he looked down at her with determination.

               “No Y/N, we didn’t,” He told her, nodding his head, “You were up in the treehouse by yourself, I asked you to play, and you were angry at me remember?”

               Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as she realized the weight of the situation, “No, Larry, I can’t leave you by yourself!”

               Larry shook his head.

               “Go sit in the treehouse, and count to a thousand. Once you do, climb down, and go straight home. When your dad asks you what you did, you say you played in the treehouse by yourself,” He ordered her, as though he hadn’t been coming up with this plan on the spot.

               “It’s not going to work!” Y/N continued to sob.

               “Yes, it is! Tell them you were mad because I nocked your glasses off with a snowball! But you didn’t play with me today, promise me you’ll do what I say!” Larry shook her shoulders slightly in desperation, before the girl eventually nodded to him.

               “Good,” Larry sighed, releasing the grip he had on her shoulders. He watched as his best friend turned on her heal and began to run towards the tree house.

               Y/N didn’t hear from Larry for two weeks after that. Her parents kept her at arm’s reach for what felt like an eternity, as she constantly wondered what her friend was up to. Every day she would ask permission to make her way down to the basement to see her friend, and every day she was denied. Weeks turned into months, as her parents protective grip seemed to loosen ever so slightly, reluctantly allowing her to wander the complex on her own after a plethora of begging on the young girls part.  She sauntered through the hallway, her eyes glued to the stained hardwood floor as she walked mindlessly, wondering about her friend who she knew was just five floors below. It wasn’t until the little girl had bumped mindlessly into another person that she was snatched from her anxiety inducing thoughts.

               “Oh, I’m sorry,” She spoke meekly, fixing the round glasses that sat delicately on her nose. Upon looking up, Y/N immediately recognized the woman with long brunette hair and much more empty than usual eyes.

               “Mrs. Lisa!” Y/N replied, her emotions suddenly too much for her small body to handle, “Is Larry here?”

               Lisa looked down at little Y/N almost painfully, her eyes bore dark circles under them, and she held the mop in her hand tightly, “Larry is down in the basement right now Y/N,” She replied calmly.

               Sheepishly, Y/N let out a small, “Oh,” and stared down at her feet as she rocked back and forth anxiously.

               Lisa smiled just a little bit at the little girl and pulled a small card out of the back of her pocket, “Tell you what though, why don’t you just go visit him now?”

               Excitedly, Y/N snatched the card from Lisa’s hand and hugged her with all her strength, excited at the opportunity to see her best friend once again, “Thank you Mrs. Lisa! You’re the best!”

               In a hurry she quickly ran towards the elevator and stuck the keycard in, which allowed her access to the basement. It took her only a moment to get to the apartment that was underground, but when she did, she eagerly ran to the door. Not even bothering to nock, the little girl opened the door and ran straight for the room where she knew Larry was. She opened the door to his room, noticing him laying on his bed with his hands behind his head and bulky headphones covering his ears as his foot tapped ever so lightly.

               “Larry!” She cried excitedly, jumping on top of the poor unexpecting boy, “I’ve missed you so much!”

               Larry scrambled to take his headphones off and toss his Walkman to the side, “Y/N?! Where have you been?”

               “Where have you been?!” She replied to his question, crushing him in the largest hug all while attempting to hold back her cries.

               Larry grew silent, looking down at his hands before looking at Y/N in embarrassment, “The firecracker killed Mrs. Gibsons pet rabbit.”

               Y/N let out a gasp and covered her mouth.

               “And they sent me to Juvie for a couple weeks.”

               “No!” Y/N cried, grabbing his hand in instinct.

               “Y/N I-“ Larry paused, looking at her before sighing, “I think it drove my dad away.”

               Y/N cocked her head in confusion and tightened the grip on Larry’s hand, “What do you mean?”

               “My dad left a couple days after they sent me away,” He confessed, his face burning red in shame. He looked away from his friend and steadied his breathing, as though trying to contain his own emotions, “I thought I drove you away too.”

               Y/N’s heart jumped to her throat as she defensively rose to her feet, “Larry, you couldn’t ever drive me away! Daddy and Papa have been acting so weird and protective, and now I guess I know why… but it wasn’t my choice I promise.”

               Tears fell down her face, but she quickly wiped them from her face and continued to talk, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, but from now on, we do everything together!”

               Larry smiled at her, pulling her into a hug.

               “You promise?”

               “Pinky.”

[duxpuella]

Oneshot: It's already spring in my heart!

<Atention: Modern AU where Neil lives, and Welton’s a boys & girls school.

Warnings: Fluff; poetry; cheesy flirting; >

Words: 1k;

Note: Y/n - your name/ Y/Ln - your last name/ Y/fn - your friend’s name; As Welton is located at Vermont, i will use it's year calendar. This is based on this headcanon of my.

Plot: spending Valentine's Day with Neil P. - (gn!) reader

Also, here’s my Neil playlist, hope you enjoy it!

image font - credits to @gaydurden;

The snow was piling outside, although the winter was nearly on it's end. It was Valentine's Day week and, every student was utterly excited. Those were the days where couples bound together and love confessions were made. Happily (or not), Valentine's Day would be on Saturday, giving everyone a chance to spend with their significant others or simply ignoring the day if you might.

Mr. Keating, as a romance enthusiastic, couldn't help to give an assignment themed for the occasion. "A confession poem!" he said, which kept Neil thinking for a while. It could be either authorial or from another, already well-known, poet. He searched for hours, and yet nothing seemed to say exactly how he felt about (Y/n).

You've been flirting for a while and, although it was clear that he was into you and vice-versa, no one took action. He did invite you on dates quite often, and you both spent much time alone together (if that makes sense). But still, nothing official. Todd, on another hand, was already dating (Y/fn) for a few weeks. That made Neil both happy for his friend and worried for himself.

He was smooth with his intentions, perhaps way too smooth? But he didn't want to rush things either. Jesus, he frequently held himself back to avoid flirting with you all the time and not make you uncomfortable. Was he holding back way too much? Sure you made him feel like if an entire garden was growing out in his heart, and he could bet that bees followed you around... That's how sweet you were! But did you felt the same?

You both did talk almost every day, and you did laugh at most of his jokes. You called him by a pet name as much as he did with you, and you never excused yourself from his touches. You did flirt back every once in a while and dance with him occasionally too. Perhaps you did feel the same.

Also, Todd and (Y/fn) always encouraged him to confess. That must mean you liked him back, right? With his heart full of hope and inspired mind, he decided to write his poem. The dawn had already arrived, and Sunday was nearly on it's end. The assignment was due on Monday morning, and the students should read them out loud.

Neil did his best, 22h Todd turned the lights off, and the boys went to bed. Neil sent his usual "Good Night, Dove! Sleep well :)" and almost immediately he got the usual answer "Good night, Nightingale :)."

He locked his phone screen. "You know they like you back, right?" said Todd, "How are you so sure?" "Because it's obvious, Neil." "If it's that obvious, I would've noticed, wouldn't I?" "Indeed, but you're way too oblivious for that. And so are them, apparently!". "You're just being nonsensical..." Neil said, turning to his bed corner, "You know I'm not, but fine! Keep up with the denial." and they both give in to sleep.

Monday has arrived and tension floated by the corridors. Today was the assignment day, and nervousness was impossible to avoid. Neil woke up with a knot in his stomach and tried not to give it attention. Perhaps it would go away if he didn't acknowledge it. Suddenly his phone buzzed, Todd looked at him smirking. "Morning Nightingale, excited for Mr. K's class today?" Neil couldn't help but smile. "Morning Dove, sure! Are u?" "Ofc, see you there!" he locked his screen again.

"Shut up, Todd." "I didn't even say anything..." Todd answered, laughing at Neil's (now pink) cheeks. The three first periods were painfully slow, anxiousness keeping him from paying attention to anything at all. Until finally, Mr. Keating's class. He entered the room, quietly, "I hope you made your assignment class. As to open the day, (Y/n) would you do the honors?" and so they stand, answering a short yes to the teacher.

"I chose a sonnet from John Milton, is called 'To the Nightingale.'" Mr. Keating nodded, giving them space to continue. As Neil's heart skipped a beat, and the poets took a glance at him. (Y/n) looked at Neil for a few seconds, enough to make it even more obvious as to who the confession was meant.

Sonnet I : To The Nightingale O Nightingale, that on yon blooming spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hopes the Lover’s heart dost fill, While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo’s bill, Portend success in love. O if Jove’s will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.

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With the reading finished, the class burst into applause. Neil had a smitten look on his face which made you smile. It was a success, and hopefully, he had caught the hint this time. You had tried to confess many times, but his insecurities often got in your way. But this time, you would make your intentions as clear as water.

After you, two or three students tried their luck. But you couldn't exactly pay attention, neither could Neil. When Keating asked for volunteers, his hand automatically rose in the crowd. He walked to the class front once the teacher granted his permission and proceeded to read, out loud, the poem he wrote the night before.

The winter was long gone And for the first time in a Few months I felt the rays of sunshine Extend it's fingers through my skin The spring has arrived And although I liked the white Flowers, rabbits, and bees make me rhyme and feel like writing a love hymn Oh lover, look what you've done! There are roses and dandelions through the whole sidewalk of my house, you thrive your love in me!

this poem is of my authorship;

The class burst into applause once more, until a voice from the back called attention. "Is not exactly spring yet, Neil," said Charlie with a smirk only intending to tease his friend. A few classmates laughed as Neil answered "It's already spring in my heart!" without giving much thought to it. A wave of "Owwn" was spread as you smiled at him.

You both exchanged loving gazes. Your love was finally blossoming.

Hope you like it! I take requests by ask! (info on requests);

Also, you’ll find more of my writing here.

[palesmokeisinthevoid]

So I decided to use the comic creator to show all my cr ships, and I'm going to explain all of them (some of them include oc's)

Advesselene: I had a crack idea that eventually resulted in my shipping Adventurer x Madeleine, and as usual when I ship multiple characters with one character (as I also shipped Espressleine), I made it a poly ship

Alchberry: Did a third Miitopia run where all the characters were randomly picked cookies cookies (with the exception of a few) and for the mother and child I got Alchemist and Onion, and since I headcanon Blackberry as Onion's mom that resulted in Alchberry.

Lattmondfort: Because I shipped Almond with both Latte and Roguefort

Beettot: Cottagecore lesbians

Paraspin: I read a few fics, and this time it was because I shipped all of them with each other.

Chiliryesun: I shipped Chilirye and headcanoned them as Gingerbrave, Custard the iii, and Strawberry's adoptive parents, but I also decided to make Sunflower get attached to the kids and adopt them, so this ship was the result.

RedClover: I read a fic and liked it

Juice bar regulars + Cocoa: Because yes

Dark Grey: As with a few other ships, I headcanoned the two of them as the Chess Choco's parents, and so I shipped them...and now this is my favorite ship and I'm disappointed there is no content with these two besides what I've made

Devilbrave: I read a fic, and I liked the ship, I don't like the author, but I liked the fic and the ship, so here we are

Teaknight: Infodumping to your husband who you ask about all the historical stuff he does

Figorice: Read a fic, liked the ship

Windfireknight: Read a few fics

Malacado: Aunt puns and fire/j

Tigerho: Junglecore lesbians

Lilac cream: Because of canon events. (Addressing the note: for obvious reason this does not apply to the Saguaro bloom au, as Saguaro bloom (aka Yogurt cream) would most certainly not even be close to liking Lilac after the events in the au)

Walnion: I don't know. I just liked the thought of these two

Pastwolf: Same reason as Alchberry, but with the lovey dovey couple

Dark hibiscus: I made Dark Enchantress two of my Oc's mother from when she was still White lily, and then decided to give her a wife, because why not. Pomegranate has a crush on both of them, the feelings are not mutual.

Prinstachio: I liked the thought of these two together .

Milkyam: because of canon events.

Seamoon: Have you seen Sea fairy's quotes and story?

Strawbright: Fanfiction.

Twizzlykeeper: Chaotic sapphics

Kiwistar: their relationship chart.

Pink candy: both are Love obsessed.

Caramel blossom: I was probably on crack when I started shipping this

Orangelime: Lime is a disaster lesbian for Orange

PoppingDj: Because

Scorfruit: I shipped both of them with Pomegranate at some point, I no longer do, but now I ship them with each other

String sugar: I like them.

Trufflebon: Seamstress lesbianz

Rose Mousse: once again, Relationship charts

Not shown: Papnanas (Papaya (oc) x Ananas), Silver tabby (oc) x Melted Snow (oc)

[kettlequills]

Ok so for the headcanons

Miraak: ⛄👩‍👩‍👧👩‍🌾😢

Serana: ⛄🧦🕎👯‍♀️

Neloth: 🧦 👩‍👩‍👧🎭😢

thanks!

Miraak:

seasonal: Miraak prefers winter. The cold tends to cut off trade routes with large amounts of snow. He enjoys the reason to be holed up in a temple for a little while rather than needing to travel, though of course, the dragons would take their priests someplace if they needed to. Spring and summer are times of melting and uncertain ice-paths that can be fatal if you're not watching it properly, as well as a lot of labour tending to crops during the short growing season. Equally, dragons tended to be around the temples more often, especially non ice types, seeking shelter from the harsh blizzards and requiring constant care and entertainment. Miraak enjoyed speaking with different dragons than Naxfusiiz, the foul-tempered ice-dragon who largely dwelt there during summer and spring and Miraak's primary care. This gave him the chance to do vital politicking, ingratiating himself with other dragons and their priests. After earning his own temple on Solstheim, the warmer weather meant that being snowed in wasn't as great a concern, but it was still a reason for the temple's people to gather close and celebrate. Furthermore, Miraak prefers the cold and the snow as it reminds him of his mother, who grew ice-trees.

childhood: Miraak grew up in a small Dragon Cult village in Atmora, built around a central temple. It was a rural settlement of no vast importance, and lowland, surrounded by rich alpine forests and rocky slopes. As a very young child, he lived with his mother, and likely would have been in the care of his older siblings, but he was given to the Dragon Cult when he was around six or seven years old. He had a different name as a child before he earnt his high priest mask, by which he is known today. This was somewhat against his mother's wishes, but Miraak himself blossomed under the care of the Cult. He would have been trilingual from an early age, becoming fluent in Nordic, Falmeri, and Dovahzul. He excelled at cult choral duties, and also proved to be a very curious and eager student of literacy. Once taken on as a formal apprentice of the temple around fourteen he would have been taught how to care for dragons directly. Miraak had a relatively isolated childhood outside of his village, and never left it until he rose through the ranks of the cult, as it was very dangerous to travel outside of the protections of the dragons for extended periods, and the village he hailed from was particularly remote. He chafed at the restrictions, but undertook increasing study and mastering of dragon language and care to fill his time rather than rebelling.

As a result, he spent a lot of time with the same group of people. He had an intense rivalry with another young boy his age, Jyric, who excelled far more at physical pursuits like swordplay and hunting. Miraak's skill in Restoration may have arisen from the need to heal himself after being pushed down wells and mountain slopes. The boys managed to give each other multiple near death experiences before the age of twenty, which may somewhat have ... contributed to Miraak's preference towards bookishness - where at least, the library was usually watched.

work: Miraak was a talented dragon priest who enjoyed a near-meteoric rise to power. Part of that was his dovahsil and his Voice, which dragons could usually sense about him, and which intrigued them, as well as his ... durability. He enjoyed working with dragons, particularly brushing and cleaning, but was very excited to receive his own temple and take on more of a civic governance role as well. He was not the most high ranked dragon priest at any given time, but his quick ascension to high priest at a young age was marked with controversy and gossip. Many priests thought he was doomed to die just as quickly as he had risen, or were otherwise resentful or jealous of his strange reception amongst the dragons. Due to this, he was particularly prickly and defensive with both his people and fellow priests, and though he wasn't disliked, as he was very charismatic when he wanted to be, he was not close to any except, for, possibly, his mother and only surviving family member. His ease with others yet lack of true closeness meant that very few trusted him, and few, if any, openly mourned his passing. The dragons he served, however, were generally very pleased with him, and he enjoyed strong popularity among the dragons, who saw his isolatory nature and defensiveness as both wise and familiar. He trained many young apprentices and had many children at the urgings of the dragons, many of whom were interested in having priests of their own with his unique qualities.

emotions: Miraak is not... really, emotionally switched on. He has a strong tendency to repress and hide his emotions, and he hates being vulnerable in front of others. This makes him very closed off for the most part, and though he is very charismatic when he wants to be and even enjoys surrounding himself with other people, he struggles to connect with them. He will cry in private, and prefers not to speak about his feelings openly. He is actually surprisingly insecure and uncertain in his honest, emotional dealings with other people, and strongly prefers only interacting such with those whose loyalty he is mostly convinced of and he can pull rank on, like his cult, or his controlled dragons, as relating to others is something he finds difficult and uncomfortable. He is content being alone with his thoughts and feelings, and observing a rather casual relationship with his peers that does not touch on emotional openness is his norm (though he is frequently nosy about their secrets). He is actually much more likely to respond to strong emotion in a hidden and withdrawn manner, such as parsing extreme betrayal or shock through stiffness and disassociation. Being a dragon priest is essentially customer service to something the size of a house with teeth longer than your forearm, and much of Miraak's bombast and showboating is a result of a lifetime of being a very good actor.

serana

seasonal: Serana loves early spring. In her mother's garden, that's when the flowers start popping up, and after the gloom of a long winter in Castle Volkihar, the dash of colour is sorely missed. The nights get brighter and the weather warmer, with more exciting spring storms to watch from the coast and test herself against swimming. Whilst winter is usually the time for trips to the mainland, when ice has frozen a walkway, and the nights are dark and long, spring is Serana's favourite time to fly in her bat or vampiric lord form. Migrating bird flocks can cover her tracks in the sky, and the warm winds blowing in from the south reminds her of how her breath used to feel against her skin, when she was alive. It is a time of life and renewal.

domestic: I think Serana would be a tidy person to live with, and probably fairly secretive with her favoured possessions. Expect hidden caches of blood under the floor, sentimental items sewn inside the pillowcases, and journals disguised as any other book. Part of that is having no privacy in Harkon's court, and therefore a desire to control her surroundings and who gets to see what, and part of it is a healthy amount of caution about living as a vampire. I think she would make herself scarce very quickly or shrink into the background if she was living with angry people, like Isran and the Dawnguard, but blossoms when with friendly and relaxed people. At home, when she feels safe, she enjoys wearing comfortable and loose clothes often so well worn and loved that they have been stitched up multiple times, not just because her father would have told her off for wearing them once as unseemly for a vampire princess, but because its soothing to feel soft and familiar fabrics brushing against her skin and reminding her that she can wear what she likes without being on display.

holidays: Serana would get very excited about holidays, I think! As a vampire, most of the things that we would do to fill our time as dictacted by the rhythm of our needs isn't something she needs to do, so life can get fairly monotonous. As a result, something that breaks the pattern is very exciting, and she will be preparing for harvest festivals and winter feasts months in advance. She especially enjoys being in towns and cities for these, seeing all the other people and watching them celebrate.

friendship: Serana is a loyal and loving friend. She is reserved, having been hurt in the past, but once her trust is gained her friends become very important to her. The most important to her, in fact, since it is the friends she makes that add the most colour and vivacity to her immortal life. She enjoys spending time with her friends and prefers to either cohabit with them or seek them out as frequently as possible, especially if said friend is a mortal. She is very bubbly and chatty, and loves a wry trading of wit with someone whose life experiences are different from hers, that she can learn from.

neloth

domestic: I think Neloth lives a life organised by routines. He likes everything to be just-so, and takes his tea at certain times, his meals at others. This is mostly so the habits of a lifetime remind him to eat and break from his work, because he regularly gets so wrapped up in it that he forgets to. Whilst he is an irascible person, Neloth is aware that his lifestyle requires support from others to sustain, and due to his preference for familiarity, pays his servants comparatively well to make up for the fact that he cares little enough about them as people and expects them to take a lot of shit from him.

childhood: Neloth was an ambitious child, with a proficiency in magic, and from a young age decided he wanted to be Archwizard of the Telvanni. He does not remember much, it having been a long time ago, but he recalls serving under a particularly ungrateful and arrogant Telvanni master as an apprentice. Most of what he knows is self-taught from that master's library and notes, and he felt no remorse when he killed him to rise to his place within the Telvanni. As he grew older, his desire for fame and recognition faded into a desire for more real power, and he became increasingly attracted to forbidden secrets and lore.

hobbies: I view Neloth as a very focused individual. His work is his hobby, mostly, and he is usually working on several different things in order to give himself a break from any one thing if he's not making headway. He does like to infrequently test himself by making new and powerful staves, and testing theories cropped up during his research. Teaching Talvas, is in fact, mainly a hobby to him, something to occupy himself while his work is at a standstill and he's otherwise bored.

emotions: Neloth views his emotions much the same way that he views his need for food and sleep - with a detached annoyance and a careful plan to allocate the correct amount of time to tending to them, nothing more. Part of that plan includes Talvas, his apprentice, from which he receives human connection. He is surprisingly self-aware, if not particularly self-caring, and while it would likely irritate him, he's very capable of doing things to soothe himself or tend to his emotional regulation when necessary. It is a vital skill he has learnt to keep his mind in proper upkeep throughout the long years, and focused best on his work.

[love-bokumono-fics]

WIP Wednesday - Trio of Towns

Trio of Towns has no shortage of wonderful works that are in progress. Some of them I know are years in the making and I always look forward to an update.

So here's hoping you find a new story to love!

If you're reading or writing a Trio of Towns WIP that didn't get featured today, please feel more than welcome to drop it in the Submission box and share with the rest of us! (When I only share 10 fics at a time, there's always something that's bound to be missed.)

Two in One - by PineconeTheKitten; WIP, 1/?, 1.3k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationships: Ford/Wayne, Female Farmer/Ford, Female Farmer/Wayne; Characters: Female Farmer, Ford, Wayne, Dessie, Inari, Witchie

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Magic Revealed, Gods, Goddesses, Spirits

Summary: Ford and Wayne were once two people. Now they aren't. Holly doesn't know what to do. As it turns out, Ward is pretty into Holly, and she into him.

Two Individuals in Love can be Asexual, a Case Study - by chickadeequill; WIP, 1/?, <1k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Farmer/Ford; Characters: Ford, Female Farmer, Wayne

Additional Tags: Asexual Relationship, Romantic Fluff

Summary: After years of painstakingly avoiding romance, the town's eligible and single doctor Ford finds himself facing a simple question: is there room in his life for love? It seems the hardworking farmer just past the crossroads is still single as well, and Ford just can't figure out why she keeps declining advances from the other eligible singles in all three towns.

Watered-Down Ideals - by LemWrites; WIP, 3/?, 4k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: M/M, Multi

Fandoms: Trio of Towns

Relationships: Farmer/Ludus; Characters: Original Male Character(s), Frank, Megan, Hector, Colin, Noel | Noelle

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Self-Esteem Issues, Slow Burn, Fluff, Self Confidence Issues, ADHD, I gave a farmer adhd and anxiety, this may have more projection then intended

Summary: Join Steve, the newly appointed farmer in the Trio of Towns world, on a journey full of; useless gay pinning, being a disaster, self hatred and more!

Earth and Rebirth - by TheBeckster; WIP, 17/?, 66k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: Multi, Gen

Fandoms: Trio of Towns

Characters: Holly | Nanami, Frank, Marlena, Wayne, Ford, Lisette, Brad, Carrie, everyone

Additional Tags: Undecided Relationship(s), Additional Tags to Be Added, lots of headcanons, Minor Character Death, Eventual Friends to Lovers, I'm not going to tag every single character, but they will all have a part in the story, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, New friends and found family, world building, Angst with a Happy Ending, Holly is an extrovert, endgame ship tbd, Cover Art

Summary: Holly considered herself fortunate to be living about as close to the dream as any young twenty-something could. A great family, a loving husband, and well, she'd admit their apartment was awful, but they'd be moving onto bigger and better things soon enough. She truthfully couldn't wish for more. But when an accident rips it all away from her, Holly finds herself seeking a change of scenery. Her Uncle's farm out in the middle of nowhere is the perfect place for her to hide to mourn. A familiar story with a twist or two.

Fire and Dew - by Juliko; WIP, 9/26, 73k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M

Fandoms: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Yuzuki/Original Character(s)

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Yuzuki, Sumomo, Lisette, Colin, Wayne, Brad, Carrie, Shizu, Yaichi, Tatsumi, Omiyo, Umekichi, Lynn, Marlena, Daryl | Darius, Ittetsu, Moriya

Additional Tags: farming, Slice of Life, Drama, Family Drama, Family Issues, Autism, Autism Spectrum, Originally Posted on FanFiction.Net, Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), Female Character of Color, Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Friendship/Love, Past Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eventual Romance, Romance, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Humor, Eventual Happy Ending, Comedy, Friends to Lovers, Adoption, Sick Character, Lulukoko characters won't appear in this fic, Falling In Love, Dorks, Ableism, Happy Ending, Romantic Fluff, Break Up, Past Relationship(s), Cows, Chickens, Sheep, Rabbits, Flowers, Stimming, Family Fluff, Bisexual Female Character, Pansexual Character, Lesbian Character, Children, Childhood Memories, Childhood Trauma

Summary: For as long as she could remember, Harper Leigh Maxwell's dream has always been to become a farmer, but her father's job makes it hard to do so, since it involves lots of moving. After graduating from college, she finally decides to take a chance and get her own farm. She's determined to make the most of this opportunity and do what she's wanted. In the process, she makes new friends, learns many new things, and faces many hardships. One of the friends she makes is Yuzuki Fujiwara, a mellow, sweet natured man from the town of Tsuyukusa who doesn't have the best constitution. The two of them form a strong connection that may even end up blossoming into love. But Harper's past might make things complicated, and when it threatens to catch up with her, she may find herself facing the demons from her pre-adoption early childhood. This is the story of two different people, with different interests, passions, and paths in life, walking the same dirt road every day...

Tiny Steps to Big Leaps - by Distracteddiddlin; WIP, 29/?, 28k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Other

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Ford/Holly | Nanami; Characters: Ford, Holly | Nanami, Brad, Wayne

Additional Tags: Fluff, Developing Relationship, surprise parenting, rating and tags will update, NB Farmer, Idiots in Love, Wet Dream, Love Confessions, oh it's fucking started now, Mildly Dubious Consent, for like the smallest split second

Summary: Me while writing this months ago: what if I did that that Ford/farmer fic again but with a twist? Basically it's what if Ford accidentally became a single dad after the farmer meets him

Stranded - by TheBeckster; WIP, 2/?, 4k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen

Fandoms: Trio of Towns

Relationships: Ludus & Siluka, Ludus & Iluka, Iluka & Siluka; Characters: Ludus, Iluka, Siluka, Tototara, Zahau, Caolila

Additional Tags: all aboard the childhood trauma boat!, Pre-Canon, Peril, Wilderness Survival, Mild Blood

Summary: Desperate for an adventure to break up the interminable boredom of a long summer, three kids set to the high seas and get way more adventure than they ever hoped for or wanted. AKA: Let's explore the Lulukoko Trio's shared childhood trauma!

Trio Of Towns - Figuring Out Love - by vampireprincess624; WIP, 6/?, 5k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Multi

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Ford/Pixie; Characters: Ford, Pixie, Wayne, Brad, Lisette, Carrie, Noelle, Colin, Miranda, Frank, Megan, Hector, Other(s)

Summary: Pixie Fawn is left with a mess she has to sort out after leaving Ludus at their wedding because Ford, who had been away for seven months, appeared as a guest. But how is fixing things with the stubborn doctor more difficult than sorting things out with her ex husband-to-be? Are they destined to be friends or will their stronger feelings for each other lead to love? A lot of Ford/Pixie scenes where they figure out their love for each other. This is Part 3 to my series, Life In The Towns, and I strongly advise you read Part 1 (or at least the last few chapters) before this, but it should still make sense anyway. Hope you enjoy :)

The House That We Built - by CherryQDoodles; WIP, 2/?, 8k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationships: Holly | Nanami/Ludus; Characters: Ludus, Original Characters, Lulukoko Villagers, Westown Villagers, Tsuyukusa Villagers

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, story building, Learning from the Past, Tons of fluffy moments, farmlife shenanigans, Festivals, Romance, Dark skinned MC, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: Nicola knew as soon as she was able to talk that she was very different from the family she was raised in. From her dark skin to her snow white hair she stuck out as the black sheep, but she loved them like they were her blood, and vice versa. But Nicola always dreamed of wanting more: to become a farmer. Growing crops, raising animals and everything in between! She just had to convince her father that she could handle the hard work within two years time. Follow Nicola's journey to becoming the best farmer she dreams of, and her adventures in the Trio of Towns!

Ford's Roses - by thelighthouse33; WIP, 5/?, 3k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Farmer/Ford; Characters: Ford, Female Farmer, Wayne, Megan, Frank, Miranda, Carrie, Brad, Lisette, Noel | Noelle, Colin

Additional Tags: My First Work in This Fandom, better late than never, Ford x Holly, Story of Seasons Trio of Towns, Harvest Moon - Freeform, Gaming

Summary: This is a story of how the doctor of Westown, in charge of The White Capsule Clinic, falls in love with the new farm girl...

[aitarose]

𐐪𐑂 HEADCANONS

atla girl’s ideal type (katara, toph, azula, suki)

being parents (zuko, sokka)

domestic life (zuko, sokka)

being her girlfriend (toph)

𐐪𐑂 ZUKO

three years | three more years: y/n’s loved zuko all her life, ever since they were children. she thought he felt the same, until his return to the fire nation. until he returned with mai by his side.

roses: zuko’s main focus was always azula’s health, that was until he reconciled with the girl behind all of her improvement—from then on, all he saw was y/n.

make a wish: they’d deserved more time, perhaps even more than forever—but there was no telling what could’ve been, when all they had is now.

skinny love: years and years of build up, only to lead to absolutely nothing. y/n’s constant emotion was confusion, and there was no changing that when it came to zuko’s feelings.

𐐪𐑂 SOKKA

snow: with every memory gone, every moment between them lost in time, sokka vowed to teach her love again and again—no matter how many times they’d hit rewind.

cactus juice: three kids and a flying lemur stranded in the desert with nothing but the bags on their backs, not to mention the boy that’s high on cactus juice.

what would you do if i didn’t come back?: the hard truth of her relationship with sokka. what all roads lead to when there’s nothing but a path of pain.

𐐪𐑂 AZULA

thorns: though azula always said that she’s never believed in love, she failed to stop herself from falling head over heels for her brother’s betrothed.

blossoms: the world in which azula had admitted her love, rather than hide it. an idea of the life that could’ve been—a life with y/n.

𐐪𐑂 AANG

do you know what love feels like?: some love just isn’t meant to be—and unfortunately for her, this love was one of those sorrowful cases.

[midnightmoonkiss]

I was told by your wonderful wife, birds-have-teeth that you were in need for some asks/requests. How about Izuku and S/O on their wedding day?

She truly is a wonderful wife 🥺💜

Ahh! I dont usually take requests, but this was just too cute to pass up!

I hope you don’t mind that these are headcanons!

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Wedding Day.

Category: fluff

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First of all! I think their wedding would be set sometime in spring. The time of year where it’s not too hot and not too cool, just after all the leaves and flowers bloom. I mean think about it, Sakura petals flowing in the wind on your wedding day? What a dream.

It sounds crazy, but I always imagined Izuku as the type of person to want to have their wedding outside.. Kind of like- in a garden? Or a forest? You know that the wedding Bella and Edward had in the forest? Kind of like that! Except surrounded by flowers!

Flowers like.. Magnolia, forget-me-nots, tulips, and of course - sakura! Or, well, Cherry blossoms~ Just! Flowers that really brighten up the secluded space. You’d need seclusion, after all, especially since you are marrying the number one hero.

Wouldnt it be so cute to be married under a willow tree, a brilliant white arch covered in white roses and vines standing above you both? Ackk vines.. So beautiful. Oh! Maybe there’s even a little rock pathway down the aisle?

The air is fresh.. Because you’re in the countryside! Maybe even in the mountains. Somewhere where a little babbling brook is not too far behind the trees, its soft bubbling noises relaxing the party-goers. 

Speaking of! Wouldnt a little plant themed engagement ring be the cutest? Something like this! 

Wedding ring.. Well you both have to pick that out dont you?

The wedding day is obviously going to be the most important day for both of you! But also, nerve-wracking as hell. Im positive Izuku has probably freaked out five times since he woke up at 6AM. Maybe a mental breakdown. Yknow. 

He’s a sensitive guy! And he’s terrified! Nono, he doesnt have cold feet. He wants to marry you! He cannot imagine his life without you in it, but God is he absolutely terrified that you might be the one leaving him at the altar.

Not that he doesnt have faith in you! It’s just.. His insecurities and anxieties taking over him. Even after all these years of unconditional love, he still cant help but feel you deserve someone way better than him. And he fears one day you’ll wake up and realize that as well.

But you’d have to be absolutely crazy to even think about doing that, huh?

So yeah. Wedding day morning is filled with Izuku’s best man - Shoto - trying to calm the sporadic man down, bringing Toshi and his mom in to aid as well. He may have thrown up. Who’s to say.

You, on the otherhand, are having a great morning. You’re bouncing with excitement! Ready and oh-so impatiently waiting to marry the man of your dreams in the most scenic area you could find. It truly was a catch! A relatively cheap place - the majority of your funds were spent on food and flowers. You can get pretty good deals on wedding dresses if you’re marrying the number one hero, apparently. So long as they get to display one of your wedding photos.

Hell, it’d help a local business boom, and who wouldnt want that? You got a discount on your bridesmaids dresses as well~

A dream.

But the start time was quickly approaching. Tick-tock!

Soon enough, the both of you are ready to start a new chapter of your lives together.

The scene is set! Your husband-to-be stand beneath arch drenched in morning dew, light breaking through the trees reflecting on each little droplet and showering the little patch where your wedding was being held in brilliant lights 

It honestly looked magical, straight out of a fairy tale. Hell, you were about to marry your prince, after all

God this wedding is like every outdoorsy kid’s dream

The piano starts up once the player gets the queue that everyone is ready.

Your friends walk down the aisle first in pairs, bridesmaids with bridesmen, silky gowns flowing in the gentle spring breeze

Soon enough the flower girl trots happily down the aisle, throwing Sakura petals every which way with a happy little smile on her face, dress as white as snow and a little pink belt. 

It was truly a miracle no one tripped on the rocks yet.

Once everyone was in their place, a traditional wedding song began to play. 

Showtime.

Izuku swore he saw an angel the moment those vines swayed to reveal you.

A sunbeam hit you from behind, its golden glow cascading down your body.

Tears formed in his eyes as he watched, paralyzed, as you walked down, heels clicking against the floor

The biggest, goofiest smile cracked onto his face, eyes connecting with yours. All was going to be alright. He had nothing to fear.

He’d probably openly sob while stating his vows, hands trembling as they hold onto yours.. It’d probably be something along the lines of.. “Ever since the day I met you, i’ve become a better man. You helped me grow into who I am today. You guided me towards the path that would lead me to happiness with your loving embrace, with every word of endearment you’d whisper to me, and with love as a whole. I always wondered what it’d feel like to be loved like this, and now that I have it, and that I have you, I don’t ever want to let go of it. Because you’re it, princess. You’re the love of my life, my one and only, my soulmate, and so much more. Every day we’re apart I always think of you. You keep me going. Without you, I wouldn’t be me.”

Something cheesy, yknow! Somethin sweeter than candy corn. <3 what a sap. 

He may have had to wipe his tears a few times… cough.

Surprisingly though, his hands are super steady when he slides that ring on.

A shaky yet firm “I do,” green eyes now a shimmering viridescent as he stares at you with the purest form of love swirling in his gaze.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

His hand reaches up, delicately placing itself on your cheek. He cant help but take this moment in, condemning your smiling, angelic face to memory, the flashes of photos being taken completely ignored as he slowly leans in. 

His lips are softer than they had ever been in that moment, the kiss itself so sugary sweet - the embodiment of innocence and passion. Love.

Eyes fluttering closed, he cant help but kiss you over and over again, each one making both your smiles grow larger until giggles erupt between the two of you.

Oh boy. He had lipstick smudged all over his lips. He couldnt care less, though. Pulling you close to his body, he smiled cheekily over at the photographer for a photo.

HE’S YOUR HUSBAND NOW! IZUKU IS YOUR HUSBAND! Praise the lords. (Y/N) Midoriya has a nice ring to it, doesnt it?

Inko welcomes you to the Mrs. Midoriya family with a hug.

The rest of the day was filled with you and Izuku being stuck together like glue, surrounded by friends and family.

The wedding photos would be filled with you two standing in a meadow, sun raining brilliantly down on the two newlyweds.

ackk just.. sakura petals flying in the wind~ how pretty. Maybe one even lands in your hair and he gets to pluck it out. <3

He’s the happiest he’s ever been.

Hell, he’s sure this is what being high felt like. 

He cant stop smiling! He’s just so so cute.

Of course, a few goofy photos have to take place! Maybe Uravity uses her quirk to make it look like the number one hero is floating away whilst you ‘run’ to try and get him.

There was even one where he and his bridesmen wear parts of their hero costumes to show off a bit. Like Deku wears his hood, Shoto wears his.. Bracelets and backback..? Stuff like that! Truly it’s a weird fuckin photo. But so so dorky and so them.

His favorite photo is definitely the one where he has you sitting on his arm as he flexes. Yep. He turned into a bit of a show off. Could you blame him? Haha.

At night is when the real fun begins. Mainly because of the party! Lanterns are set up everywhere, and due to being so far from the city- the stars are shining in the sky! Much more than youre used to.

Izuku took a dance course, unbeknownst to you (Shoto and Bakugou were forced to join him- talk about chaotic!), so that first dance together is honestly breathtaking. He’s so gentle with you, leading the way and twirling you around.

May or may not have bawled when you danced with Toshinori. 

CUTTING THE C AKE. OKAY OKAY.

It’d probably be forest themed. Green and white blending beautifully together, maybe even a little frosting stream cascading down the side. Hand made models of you and Izuku stood proudly at the top. I guess the flavor would be something you both chose together?

He loves touching your soft hands so holding that knife together is awesome for him.

Oh yea. After the perfect photo is taken, he definitely smears frosting on your cheek - just so he has an excuse to lick it off.

Sticky!

You both leave in a black limo, a “Just Married!” sign placed on the back.

Ahh. honeymoon time.

It’s going to be a long night,

Mainly because..

Well. Traveling- and.. Y’know (;

All in all! It starts off as stressful, and ends in the sweetest way possible.