#and it's a pun on a streak of gray

[mangostarjam]

one night (fruit) stand — bnha, todoroki shouto x gn!reader, fluff, "love" as a pet name, fruit puns sorry, pro heroes, aged up, no quirks mentioned for reader, 2.2k words

written for andie's pretty boy summer collab!

"This is for you."

The low, measured tone is a welcome respite from the joyful chaos of the farmer's market, but you balk as you look up from a basket of oranges — straight into the eyes of your one night stand.

"Wait," you say. Your brow wrinkles. The man — tall, ridiculously handsome, way out of your league — merely blinks his dichromatic eyes and lowers his hand slightly. He sets the cold can of milk tea on the table and reaches up to tilt his bucket hat a little further up his head, revealing a shock of red and white hair that looks vaguely familiar. But that's not the only thing — "You have the same bucket hat as one of our regulars. But he said it was exclusive."

"I do have the hat," the hottest guy in the world says. "I'm Todoroki Shouto. Do you remember me?"

You feel the flush burn in your cheeks and up the back of your neck as hazy memories from last night leap unbidden to your mind. There was the warm buzz of alcohol in your veins — the intimate, cozy izakaya — a flash of a charming smile and mesmerizing dichromatic eyes — your quietly giddy giggling as you twined your arms around a smooth neck to stretch up on tiptoes for a kiss — stumbling into a door, tripping over shoes in the genkan, wrapping your legs around a trim waist as your partner groaned into your mouth —

Of course you fucking remember Todoroki Shouto. That was the best night of your entire life, and he was the cause of it. But why is he standing at your farmer's market stall looking like the world's hottest model for bucket hats?

You left his beautifully rumpled bed this morning way before dawn, yanking your clothes back on and mourning the loss of his strong body curled up around your own, positive you'd never see him again. You know for a fact that he doesn't have your number or any contact info.

But now he's here. At your farmer's market stall. Wearing a disconcertingly familiar bucket hat.

Maybe it's one of those new trends? You don't keep up with heroes and wouldn't recognize their branding if it smacked you in the face, but at the very least you know that when a hero starts rising in the rankings, their merch starts popping up more and more often. The hat looks like it could be one of those — it's a solid black with orange on the inside (that clashes terribly with Shouto's hair, except he still looks unfairly good), a thin line of orange along the edge, and an embroidered… grenade… patch centered in the middle.

Why anyone would walk around wearing a grenade bucket hat, you don't know, but if it's hero merch then it makes more sense. So Shouto must be a fan of this rising hero — a huge fan, to get an exclusive hat like this, but — wait, he's staring at you and gosh, his blue and gray eyes are so gorgeous and when his lips quirk in that little lopsided smile your heart feels dangerously like it'll leap out of your chest.

"I take it you remember me," he says, still in that even tone but with an edge of laughter this time.

Your face heats even more and your hands clench around the basket of oranges. "Sorry, sorry," you clear your throat. "I just… wasn't expecting you."

Shouto nudges the can of milk tea closer to you. "I wanted to see you again," he says carefully. You glance at the can and blink. It's your favorite drink to pick up from vending machines. Did that come up last night?

"And you came here to… give me a drink?"

He nods. A light breeze ruffles the collar of his shirt. His smile tugs a little bit higher on his handsome face.

Well, then. That smile is dangerous.

Shouto waits patiently as you get called to deliver the basket of oranges you're clutching for dear life. He hovers at the side of your stall, looking woefully out of place in his bucket hat and crisp, clean clothes. You can feel a streak of dirt along your cheek and your clothes are all dusty, but every time you glance back at him, he's looking at you steadily and completely unabashedly.

It's embarrassing, but you can't deny the little thrill that shoots to your toes every time you meet his gaze. "Todoroki-san, you really don't need to wait here," you say, slipping back to him during another lull in customers. "Thank you for the milk tea, though! It's my favorite."

Shouto blinks slowly as he observes you. The scrutiny does nothing to help your nerves — it takes two tries to pop the can open, and Shouto looks endlessly amused the whole time. "I would like to wait for you," he says. A pause. You bring the can up to your lips for a sip. "And you may call me Shouto. I appreciated the way you said it last night."

You choke on your drink.

The way you said it last night — gasping into his ear, moaning into his steadily fraying kisses — oh, jeez. "Ah, fuck," you blurt out, eyes widening with horror at the stray flecks of tea you've splattered on his shirt.

"It is alright," Shouto says. He pats at the small spots delicately with his sleeve and then seems to deem it unimportant. You blink as he looks up at you from beneath messy bangs. "Are you feeling… well?"

What a question. What a look. Does he know how lethally attractive he is? You take a very careful sip of your drink. "I'm… sore."

Shouto hums in response and carefully begins rolling up the sleeves of his button up. You watch, mesmerized, as the corded muscles of his forearms and biceps flex with the sure movement. You take a slow sip of your drink with wide eyes as he finishes and sets his hands on his hips. "Let me help."

Jeez, the shoulders on this guy. You can't help staring at the breadth of him as he comes around the table and into your space. A breeze of minty cool air washes over you with the movement and suddenly your brain catches what he's said.

"W-wait, Todoroki-san," you yelp, setting your can down and reaching for him. He continues bending for the large crate by your feet, hefting it up with barely any effort at all, and you're caught standing there holding onto the edge of his shirt. "Todoroki-san, you don't need to help!"

"Call me Shouto," he says. You gape up at him uselessly. "I would not want you to injure yourself because I made you sore."

"I — you — Todoroki-san," you huff, tugging even harder on his shirt. Shouto pouts and moves to bring the crate to the small truck parked behind your stall. You're forced to follow him, wary of accidentally messing up his shirt even more, though you feel a little dazed with his pout etching itself into your brain.

"This goes here?" Shouto asks. You nod wordlessly, still processing the cutest fucking pout you've ever seen on a grown man. "Would you like to hold my hand instead, love?"

Whoa, what?

Shouto sets the crate in place and dusts off his hands before reaching down to very gently detach your death grip on his shirt. You should get your hearing checked. You're clearly hearing things, because the hottest man you've seen in your entire life couldn't have possibly just called you 'love'.

"Love?" you repeat.

Shouto's lithe fingers squeeze around yours briefly. "Would you prefer a different pet name? I recall you mentioning that you liked that one."

You snap your jaw shut. "I… did…" you say slowly. But you said that to your regular, the other bucket hat wearer, the guy who always came wearing a face mask for pollen and dark sunglasses and that exact same bucket hat that you've… never seen anywhere else…

Several things fall into place at once. You stare up at Shouto with slowly mounting horror.

"Todoroki-san, are you… Helpless Produce Guy?"

Shouto laughs. Oh. Oh, you're so stupid. That's the laugh that's plagued your dreams every day for months as you've nursed your silly crush on the worst grocery shopper you've known. "So that is what you call me."

"I've never met someone more hopeless about buying fruit and vegetables," you say blankly. "I remember teaching you how to choose carrots the other day. I can't believe this. I've been teaching you how to pick watermelon for ages and I never knew your name or face. Just that bucket hat."

"Oi, Icyhot," a rough voice suddenly speaks up from behind the two of you, and you spin around to find yourself face to face with a spiky blonde guy who is undoubtedly a hero if the huge, bulky muscles are any indication. He's wearing a face mask and sunglasses, but he's got several reusable tote bags stuffed to the brim with leafy greens and potatoes and apples hanging off his arms.

"If you don't finish flirting with your new partner soon, I'm not gonna teach you how to make my famous curry recipe," the newcomer says. Shouto seems unfazed, simply tugging you closer with your intertwined hands. "Didn'tcha say you wanted to impress 'em?"

"I believe they are impressed," Shouto says evenly, glancing down at you with the ghost of a smile flitting across his lips. "I am helping because they are sore."

It's just the slightest emphasis on "sore", but it makes you itch to kiss that stupidly handsome smug smile off his face. "I'm fine," you say.

"Gross," the other man says decisively. You snort as he spins around and stomps off to look at a particularly enticing basket of celery stalks.

"Sorry, Todoroki-san, I promise I don't call you 'Helpless Produce Guy' that often," you say.

Shouto squeezes your hand. Warmth tingles up your arm and melts your heart into giddy mush. "I don't forgive you." You gape at him. He tugs you a little closer. "I will not forgive you until you agree to call me by my name."

Is he serious? The slight wrinkle in his brow makes you think… yes.

"That's… I don't know if I can," you blush.

Shouto hums. "Then you may call me your 'boyfriend' until I can remind you how to say my name."

Holy moly. This guy.

"Alright, boyfriend," you cannot say it without ducking your head. Almost immediately, his long fingers tip your chin back up. "Are you secretly a five star gourmet chef and you've just been acting like you've never seen a basket of strawberries before?"

Shouto cracks a tiny grin that pierces your heart. "I assure you, the produce help was invaluable. However, I frequent your stall the most because I find you… lovely."

Oh, dear.

"I do not wish for our relationship to remain limited to your stall at the farmer's market," he continues, as if he isn't blowing your mind with every word out of his perfect mouth. "Hence, why I could not help but approach you when I realized we were both at that izakaya last night."

"And you… knew it was me. Even though I didn't have my work apron."

"You were telling your friends about Helpless Produce Guy," Shouto says drily. "I had a feeling I knew the subject — but yes, I would recognize you anywhere."

"Jeez, Shouto," you breathe. Those dichromatic eyes widen a fraction before narrowing as you take a step closer to him. "I didn't realize… where are your sunglasses and mask?"

He pats the front pocket of his button down assuredly. "I am prepared."

You cast a quick glance around. Your coworkers are handling the stall well, and fruits are practically flying off the shelves as Shouto's friend gives a lecture to a captive audience about the importance of fresh fruits and vegetables in a healthy diet. The two of you are tucked out of view, mostly hidden behind the truck.

"And this…" you gesture between the two of you with your free hand. "We're… dating?"

Shouto nods solemnly, but there's a sparkle in his eyes. "Yes, my love. You make my heart beat berry fast."

Your lips twitch before you can help it. "No."

"I think we make a good pear," he says. "I find you very a-peel-ing."

You burst into giggles and Shouto tugs you into his firm chest. The sturdy, steadily increasing heartbeat beneath your ear isn't quite loud enough to drown out your own rapidly leaping pulse.

"If you were a fruit you'd be a fineapple," he says into your ear. You shudder lightly at the low, even tone but snort at his deadpan delivery, soft as it is. "Is this okay? You said once that you liked these puns."

"I do," you nod. "And I'd love to date you. Since you have a peach of my heart."

"Good," he murmurs. You tip your head up to look at him and beam at the gentle blush rising on his cheeks. Shouto leans down to press a careful kiss to your lips, drawing back after a moment with a shaky breath. "I was running out of lines."

"Don't you mean you were running out of limes?" you snicker.

Shouto stares. And then, still with that soft, deadpan tone — "Every day with you will be mangonificent."

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Camp Half Blood Halloween Lookalike Shenanigans Headcanon

My little brother and I decided it would be funny if there was a Camp Half-Blood halloween party where everyone came dressed as a different member of the camp. Our ideas include:

Grover dresses as Percy, borrowing one of his flannel shirts and putting a streak of gray in his hair.

Nico also dresses as Percy, but in the most stereotypical way possible. He keeps pulling massive amounts of blue candy out of his pockets and threatening to fight people with a ballpoint pen.

Annabeth dresses as Grover. She finds a way to get food to look like tin cans and candy wrappers, and spends the whole time eating those while stopping everyone who keeps accidentally littering.

Percy and Jason dress as each other and swear they didn't plan it in advance. Piper also dresses as Annabeth and she and Jason call each other seaweed brain and wise girl the whole time.

Mr. D complains that the whole thing is stupid and he's not participating, up until the day of the party, when he's seen walking around with an orange t-shirt and a nametag that says "PETER JOHNSON"

Connor and Travis are dressed as themselves. They keep saying things like "CLEARLY I'm dressed as my brother," and "can't you tell? We switched necklaces!" when in actuality they did not at all and came dressed as themselves (or as each other pretending to be themselves I guess?)

Will plays the greatest Nico DiAngelo imaginable, wearing all black, carrying around a Happy Meal box, and walking around complaining about how "everyone hates me even though I have no evidence to support this claim" and "oh maybe those Apollo kids are right and I should start actually taking care of myself, but alas! I shall not!"

Leo dresses as Jason. Actually, he's wearing a superman costume and a blonde wig, but it gets the point across. He keeps walking up to Percy, who is also dressed as Jason, and saying "oh great, ONE of us is gonna have to change," and also finding random places to pretend to pass out and knock himself unconscious. He's having the time of his life....

That is, until Hazel shows up from Camp Jupiter in a dirty white buttondown shirt and suspenders, grease staining her face and hair, wearing a cheap dollar tree toolbelt with plastic tools. She peppers a pun into every conversation and jokingly flirts with half the girls there, and even though Leo acts unimpressed, everyone else agrees she almost makes a better Leo than he does.

Frank comes with her. Having mastered his powers of shapeshifting, he manages to shapeshift only his lower half into a horse, thus making a pretty good centaur, and he wears a suit jacket and speaks in a cryptic manner, making for a pretty convincing Chiron. At first, Frank wasn't sure if it was such a good idea. Maybe Chiron would think it was rude, or in poor taste? He ends up very glad that Hazel and Leo convinced him to do it when he sees how much everyone appreciates his costume.

And, of course, Frank realizes he had nothing to worry about when Chiron comes in wearing a hawaiian shirt, with a diet coke in hand, as he calls every single camper by the wrong name.

[ivvyela]

an irondad frozen au that is both not entirely thought out and incredibly thought out at the same time. buckle up. i have a lot to say about this.

the fight with thanos is much, much earlier in the timeline. tony doesn't die from the snap exactly, but he isn't the same. essentially, the stones embedded themselves in his hand. and sure it's weird, but thanos is gone and the world is safe, so it’s a small price to pay. regardless, tony’s seen first hand (no pun intended) how dangerous the stones can be, and is very cognizant of the fact that people may not find it comforting that iron man has the very stones that wiped half the population and nearly destroyed the world, so it’s decided that this new development will stay under wraps for a while.

and all tony really wants is to relax, maybe move out to a secluded cabin by a lake, but there are people who have lost their jobs, homes, family, and he feels partially responsible so, of course, stark industries helps however they can - including hiring a certain recently widowed and homeless nurse for their medbay, and offering her a place to stay while she tries to find someplace new for herself and her wide-eyed ten year old nephew, who is practically buzzing with excitement to be "living with mr. iron man stark sir!"

but the kid is smart, real smart. and tony - against his better judgement and newly bejeweled arm - takes a liking to him. with his aunt's permission, he takes him down to his lab and honestly, tony has never seen anyone so excited. one trip turns to two, then five, and before tony knows it, one peter parker has somehow wedged his way into tony's heart.

peter's full of surprises - the biggest being that once seeing the after effects of the war with thanos, peter's not scared. he's actually floored at how "awesome it is that iron man is magic now!"

so, lab nights became magic nights, too. peter was just so amazed by it, that tony felt like these stones could actually be used for good. they talked about ways the stones can be integrated into tony’s suits, how they could help so many people, how one day tony will build that cabin by the lake, and everyone will come, and they can create anything and everything.

and that was fine, really.

until peter got hurt.

now, tony's seen a lot of scary shit. but watching peter crumble to the ground unconscious and unresponsive, and a gray streak appearing in his hair where he was hit, that was definitely up there.

they rush him to strange, who is, thankfully, able to help. "help", meaning erasing all memories of the stones from peter's mind to keep him safe. they were lucky, apparently, that peter was hit in the head, rather than his heart.

tony won't risk it, though. not again. so, since that night, he's kept himself a safe distance from everyone he dared to care about - especially peter, a kid who almost died because of tony's carelessness.

peter didn't understand. but tony would rather live with peter broken hearted because of him than peter dead because of him.

but peter parker is relentlessly stubborn. and his hero shutting him out one day out of nowhere? that won't fly.

three years pass, and everyday, peter knocks on tony's door and talks to him. tony never responds (he wants to, really, he missed this kid) in hopes that one day, peter would just stop. he never does.

so, tony listens to all of it. he listens to him rant about how some kid with a stupid name keeps bugging him. he listens to him pridefully boasts about how he got a full-ride scholarship to midtown high which tony knows nothing about, and had absolutely no part in.

he listens to peter hold back tears as he tells tony how he had to bury his aunt. listen to him come to terms with how he is the one parker left, worry about where he was going to go now, quietly ask why wasn't tony there, up until he is reduced to hitched breaths and tears.

(tony sits against the door throughout all of it, wishing he could hug the kid on the other side.)

time goes on, peter stays in the tower until they can find him a family, and peter parker lives a lonely little life, wanting desperately to be wanted.

his life becomes decidedly less lonely after a certain gala to celebrate five years since tony stark saved the world with a single snap, as well as tony stark's first public appearance since. for peter, what really matters is that this marks the first time in what feels like forever that he's going to be around people that aren't pepper, rhodey, or happy. he has his first conversation with tony that lacks a door and involves actual responses, and it's awkward and weird, but peter can pretend he''s ten again, in tony's lab, and everything is okay.

he meets this man, quentin beck, who says he knew his parents, and cares about what peter has to say, and wants to adopt him. wants him. and his lonely little life seems to be growing into something full, and happy, and -

and tony says no.

which is rich, considering he does everything in his power to avoid peter. and peter, after years of being ignored, finally lets himself be angry. angry that tony shut him out - and the world out - with no reason why. angry that tony wasn't there when he had to bury may. angry that tony thinks he has a say in this, but he isn’t his dad,

and then, there’s a flash of something, a crumbling building, and tony stark, his fist glowing with infinity stones no one knew he wielded, watching guests cower in fright because of him. because he has the very things that almost destroyed the world, and he hid that.

and shit. peter knew this was his own, stupid fault.

tony disappears to god knows where, and despite many protests, peter sneaks out to find him. he doesn’t remember much from when he was younger, but he remembers a cabin and a lake. and that’s a start.

he asks beck to try his best to keep press away from the tower. he’s insistent that he will find tony, and even if tony was bothered by peter, he would never hurt him. he runs into a scary girl, mj, and her much-less-scary friend, ned, who decide to help him as long as peter can slip their resumes into the stark internship files. and, surely, you can imagine what will come next.

i could keep going, but this is probably long enough as it is. but… please. take this. write it. draw it. make something of it. ask me about it. i’ve yet to see this done and i am begging someone to take this silly irondad frozen au from my incapable hands and give it the life it deserves.

[thepunkranger]

You know what concept y’all are sleeping on? 40-something Death Island Carlos

Carlos with a salt and pepper beard and streaks of gray in his hair

Carlos with laugh lines at the corners of his eyes that you can see best when he smiles at Jill

CARLOS WITH A DAD BOD. I repeat: Carlos with a dad bod

Carlos with a soft tummy and thick thighs

Carlos with a collection of pun t-shirts and Hawaiian shirts (he lets Chris borrow one from his closet for his “tourist look”)

Carlos who missed out on the Alcatraz adventure because he was busy with a parent-teacher conference at his kids’ school

Househusband Carlos who got out of the bioweapon hunting game after Umbrella went down and keeps the household running and takes care of the kids while his wife kicks ass in the BSAA

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Let's talk about Conflict Names.

If you've scrolled the Warriors Wiki, you've probably seen this message at least once.

And in a universe FULL of name combinations and new prefixes and suffixes being added all the time, it's... Odd. How do names like Robinwing and Seedpelt get used so many times? Why are there 2 Nightstar's now? WHY ARE THERE 3 BIRCHSTARS AND 3 DARKSTARS?

Well, I think it would be nice to change that. In-Universe, all apprentices still go to the Moonstone/Moonpool to foster a connection with Starclan. Starclan will show the leader who goes with them all the name "slots" of the cats who have come before.

Sometimes, in an extremely rare circumstance, there have been multiple cats with the same name (this is more... easter egg for wcr/comedic effect; but lore-wise, Starclan will often not provide the names of Dark Forest cats in an attempt to "erase" them), but it can never be a leader. There cannot be 2 Firestar's, ever. A Star cannot lead if it is being outshone by another.

Where the fun lies, is that sometimes, a leader will give up their leader name in Starclan, freeing up that slot. Heatherstar gave up hers to go back to being Heatherstep, as she did not enjoy being leader. Heatherstar would now be a valid name again. Also, the ancient 2 word names (Sky Petal, Cloud Spots, Blue Whisker, Briar Bloom) do not take up slots. Post-mortem names, such as Swiftpaw being named Swiftclaw, or Mapleshade's kits, also do not take up slots.

During Tigerheart's Light, Starclan ran into a bit of a pickle. Tigerheart was going to become Leader, but there has been a Tigerstar in history who did not give up his name when he went to the Dark Forest. But... His spirit had faded away! But... The memory of him hasn't...

When they asked Tigerheart "Do you wish to be Tigerstar?" What Tigerheart WANTED to say was:

"Sure. It sounds like a good name. Though I have some bad memories with it too, and my relationship with my mother is really strained now because of it, I'm also not sure of the Clans will like having another Tigerstar around. Maybe it's not such a good idea."

All he managed to get out was "Sure. It sounds like a good name-" before Starclan slapped the title onto him without a second thought.

With that MAJOR issue out of the way, let's get to the renaming of cats! Note: Renames are not done on basis of who came first, but which one I like better for the cat. I think Frecklewish fits the Thunderclan cat more than the Skyclan one.

Note: This post is not complete and was only posted due to the Tumblr app being trash. I will repeatedly reblog this with more names added. Thank you.

Thunderclan

Rabbitleap (TC) is now named Rabbitsong

Beechfur (TC) is now named Beechtuft.

Seedpelt (Mapleshade's Vengeance) has now been somewhat fused with Seedpelt (Pinestar's Choice). Now a molly whose fur is streaked gray with age, and her name is Seedwhisker.

Seedpelt (Pinestar's Choice) has been partially fused, as seen above, but the leftover cat (ew) has been named Dragonflypelt.

Seedpelt (FQ) is THE Seedpelt. Seedpaw is almost named Seedpelt as well (that's that little joke I mentioned, but also a sign that Bramblestar's got NO idea what he's doing)

Owlstar (SoTC) and Owlstar (CoTC) have been fused, the way they should have been.

Cloudberry (TC) is now Splashberry.

Shadowclan

Applefur (TF) is now named Applefang.

Ashfur (ShC) is now given the very simple Honor Title Ashclaw by Nightstar, and comes out of retirement.

Marshscar now becomes Marshstar to avoid a future Conflict Name with Marshkit, who will become Marshscar.

Mudclaw (ShC) is now named Mudstep.

Buster, who used to be Rippletail, is now named... Well he still becomes Buster, but BEFORE that he's named Droptail. Pun.

Hollystar has been renamed Birdstar, Jagged Peak and Rainswept Flower's daughter.

Riverclan

Shadepelt (AVoS) is now named Shadenose, and is the sister of Foxnose and an OC, Bumblenose.

Mintfur (RC) is now Mintwhisker, named after Mintclaw (Silverpaw TPB) a Rebel who was killed fighting against Tigerclan alongside his mothers Waterfern and Tangleburr.

Silverpaw (BOTC) is now in Windclan, as they need more padding, and OOTS Riverclan has enough apprentices. Their name is now Streampaw, and they become Streamsong. They are the offspring of Rustlewish, who adopted them from Riverclan, hence the name.

Applefrost and Appleshine actually had their names swapped. Appleshine is now the daughter of Appledusk and Reedshine. Applefrost is now Breezpelt and Heathertail's daughter.

Nightstar (RC) now never becomes leader, as Riverstar outlives her during Riverstar's Life towards the end. She and Nightheart (Ro) are now the same cat. She was inspired by a strange cat named Nightheart and made her name Night Heart.

Milkfur (YS) is now named Milkpatch, both after her mother and the slowly growing white patches in her fur. Her brother is named Troutfin (the name she was mistakenly given in the preview for Yellowfang's Secret) and he gave Hailstar a life!

Windclan

Thrushpelt (WC) is now not only a girl, but this lady WAS named Thrushpelt and earned the title Thrushleaf for her handling of the epidemic caused by sick rabbits.

Gorsetail (TNP) is now named Eveningtail.

Wrenflight (WC) does start out as Wrenflight, but after her actions supporting The Rebels against Tigerstar, helping Tangleburr and Waterfern free prisoners at risk of her own life, Tallstar renamed her Wrensky, freeing up the Wrenflight slot for the Skyclan one.

Birchstar (WC) is now Warblerstar, she is an ancestor to Onestar through his grandfather, Woollytail.

Skyclan

Frecklewish (SkC) is now named Freckleshine.

Birchstar (SkC) is still Birchstar, but stepped down at his death, going back to being just Birch, the same one in DOTC. The second leader of Skyclan. Birchstar (RC) is now the definitive Birchstar.

Rainfur (SkC) is now Rainyfur, his old name having been Rainy, because "oh it's just a coincidence his name was exactly the same as a Clan name" is a pathetic cop-out.

Unknown Clan

Robinwing (SkC) is now Robintail, after her short, fluffy tail.

Emberdawn (TBC) is still Emberdawn... Because no one remembers her, and Starclan doesn't care much about names that aren't attached to it, meaning that TECHNICALLY, there could be another Houndleap, Emberdawn is not in the Dark Forest, but she is also not in Starclan. Her horror story will be revealed eventually, still working on the finer details.

[brighttears]

Bask

Joel xreader

No physical description, gender natural, no use of y/n

Summary: You teach Joel how to enjoy the rain. When Ellie joins you, it’s picture perfect.

Word count: 914

Warnings: non just sickeningly wholesome

A/n: keeping my streak of posting every day because i am insane

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It hadn’t rained in a while. To Joel, the rain was an annoyance, a pain in the ass, and Ellie hated it, dripping from the ceiling seemingly wherever she happened to be. You, on the other hand, were thrilled. It was dusk when the rains started dropping and it took awhile to figure out what you could do to keep warm, dry, and safe in the decaying house you had decided to spend the night in. And while yes, it was decaying, you’re lucky you had decided to walk the couple extra miles instead of staying outside that night. You rushed through helping Ellie and Joel secure the house from the storm, the minute you were all satisfied, walking straight through the living room—where your sleeping bags were set out, Ellie laying on her back reading her book of puns, and Joel cleaning his rifle—into the kitchen to the back door.

Joel caught you. “Where're you goin’?”

“Outside.”

“Outside, why?”

“To run around in the rain.”

“To run around in the rain?”

“Yes, to run around in the rain. Wanna join me?”

Joel’s face was twisted in utter bewilderment. “No.”

“Okay.” you shrug, smiling, and turn back to head outside.

“You shouldn’t go out there.” Joel cautioned.

“Why not?”

“You’ll catch a cold.”

“Well if I do, I won’t complain about it and I’ll let you say ‘I told ya so.’ Also, it’s the middle of summer, Joel.”

“Well, still, it’s gett’n dark out.”

“I won’t be out for long, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Well I’m gonna fuckin’ worry. You shouldn’t be there alone, in the dark, in pourin’ fuckin’ rain."

“Then come with me.”

“No, I—“

“Fuck, Joel, I haven’t been able to do this in so long. I’ll be out there for ten minutes. I will be fine.” Before Joel can say another word you’re out into the backyard, the screened backdoor banging twice behind you.

This is summer rain, warm with thick air. You breathe it in as soon as it hits your lungs and a smile runs out of you. You have to stop yourself from squealing in delight as you begin to bounce and dance through the tall, weedy backyard grass being showered in rain.

It’s wildly rejuvenating. You appreciate every second, taking in every drop on your skin, the feeling of mud and drowning grass in between your toes, the sound of raindrops on the leaves of the trees above you.

After a while you hear the backdoor slam twice. You figured it must be Ellie, but it’s Joel who’s standing awkwardly just outside the door. The idea of sharing this with Joel makes you almost giddy. You bound over and reach your hands out for his, he lifts them up with little enthusiasm but follows you as you pull him out. He can’t help a smile when he sees you beaming.

In the music of the rainstorm you guide Joel along to dance and jump with you. He’s acting like you pulled him out there, pride ruining his own fun, but if you keep it up for long enough, he’ll break. It doesn't take him that long to give in and start moving to your tempo. As you go, Joel pulls out some real dance moves, pushing and pulling you to his left and right, raising his hand up to twirl you. You’re giggling and he’s smiling wider than you’ve ever seen.

The sun has set but there's still enough light out to be able to see, everything shaded gray and blue.

The only sound from you both is laughing, but he catches the ‘told you so’ in your eyes.

You spin and spin in each other’s arms.

Joel feels the rain melting away the dirt and grime and blood that covers him, washing away his coarseness, smoothing his skin, the slick rain on your hands polish each other’s. He’s barely aware of where he is, relying on your direction, so all he has to focus on is you, how he can feel your laugh when he bumps you into him, how the water spins off your hair as you do.

These moments in the dusk, washed clean and pure, never letting go of you, it overwhelms him. As the heavens part, you’re in front of him, and you’ve never been more beautiful than you are now, soaking wet, smiling like it's 2003, your hands never leaving his. And so it overtakes him, and he slips an arm around your waist to pull you in and kiss you. It’s wet and warm and pure.

You’ve slowed to stillness and brought your hands up to his neck and face to steady yourself and kiss him deeper. With your eyes closed, all there is the rush of the rain in your ears, his lips, and your bodies, summer warm, pressed against each other. You don’t know how long you stay like this, but eventually, he pulls away, hands holding your face, and you open your eyes to each other.

The backdoor bangs twice and here comes Ellie, beaming like she does as she bounds over. You throw your hands up in excitement and take her hand in yours and the other in Joels and you three spin together in the drowning grass, heavy rain and thick air.

And you’re getting away with it, the blind joy, with having fun, being alive, living, being a family, dancing in your backyard in a warm summer rainstorm.

[periwinklemoonlight]

I AM VERY INTERESTED I LOVE HEARING THOUGT PROCESSES AND ITS SO CLEAR HOW MUCH PASSION AND CARE WAS PUT INTO YOUR ZINE PIECE

AHH THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! i have so many thoughts i dont know where to begin LMAO ill start with the outfit designs first!!

to start things off, every design has one specific colour in mind to represent that hermit! pearl - blue, gem - green, impulse - yellow, doc - black/gray, and grian - red! (everyone's nails are painted their colour) every design was deliberately punk-inspired, since during the king arc the soup group was a force of resistance against the monarchy's tyranny :P therefore, the soup group are the main focus of the art and their designs are intentionally made so that they stand out more from the other two, though i made sure they were all unique in one aspect or another :] let's go character by character now! (i'm including all my initial design sketches + some inspo photos too)

pearl - she's the lead singer of soup group, along with playing the electric guitar! her design features a double tank top + low rise big pant combo, moon motifs of course, and two distinct shades of blue! The darker one is seen throughout her hair and outfit, while the lighter one in her moth antenna is reflected in her guitar. the main inspiration for her look was avril lavigne, which is also what influenced me to add those fun blue hair streaks :D on her shirt i wanted to have a sort of skeletal moth/butterfly design!!

gem - the keytar! i wanted to make sure that gem and pearl's designs looked very distinct from each other, so i went for a slightly different vibe with gem's! her design is based more off of the plaid skirts, big boots, and fishnet looks i found while looking through early 2000s lip service magazine scans (as well as some hayley williams looks!!) :D additionally, shes got vine tattoos over her body to call back to her nature elf vibe this season!

impulse - the drummer of course!! for his look, i wanted to go a little more anarcho-punk (since its a much older punk style and hes the oldest member of soup group LOL), so his vest jacket has got a bunch of diy additions like patches, pins, paperclips, and chains, along with a bunch of spikes!! in my mind, the back of his jacket has probably got a whole lot more patches, spikes, and studs :] beyond that, i made sure to give him lots of piercings (though my options were limited since s9 impy has a beard lol), and stretched earlobes for fun!! ideally his pants would also have a lot more patches and fun bits, but since his legs would be entirely covered by his drums in the final piece i went for something simpler

doc - an opener and feature on the song! since he's not part of the soup group, his design is quite a bit simpler than the others in terms of both look and concept :] his look is monochrome save for his robotic red parts and green skin, but still looks interesting thanks to that fun leather jacket :D his look is purposefully more reminiscent of a 50's style greaser, i wanted to go for an older fashion style to make him look more intimidating/mature, as well as set him apart from the look of soup group since the perimeter was an independent nation in the king arc!

grian - another feature/opener! design wise? hes literally just green day i can't even lie like the pun was perfect and also the black shirt + red tie combo is iconic and also fits his look so effortlessly it had to be done LMAO also, if you look closely in the final piece you can see he's wearing eyeshadow! this of course is again because hes grian day /silly. but to be real, i think this style also fits him really well since the tie + spikes & studs combo gives the look that sorta rebellious vibe that was all over his videos during the king arc :]

AND NOW FOR THE INSTRUMENTS!! this segment is thankfully much shorter

pearl's guitar is of course a nod to my design for her and her moth wings! butterfly guitars are harder to draw than you'd think LOL

gem's keytar has got a vine design all over it to match her tattoos

impulse's drum set has got the soup group punk band logo! the logo design may honestly be my favourite part of the piece, i feel like i really nailed what i was going for :D

and thats it! i'll edit this post or rb with any details i missed if they come to mind! thank u for reading anyone who has made it this far <3

[hannahmanderr]

IM NOT LATE AT ALL 😍😍😍 GRAY GHOST YES THATS 3 I AM ASKING FOR 3 😍 OOPS THAYS A 4TH ONE NOW ITS FOUR 😍 OH NO I DID IT AGAIN NOW ITS FIV-

SDFHLFSD WELL I HOPE I CAN DELIVER

😍- Any random headcanons you may have

At some point, Valerie brings home a glass jar and labels it "Pun Jar." Every time Danny makes a terrible pun, she forces him to put a quarter in it. It doesn't take very long for it to fill up enough to pay for a fancy date night (partially because puns run in Danny's blood, but partially because he loves making them to get a reaction out of her)

Danny thought it would be fun to bond with Valerie by introducing her to DOOMED. She got permanently banned after ten minutes for exchanging some "choice words" with another player for ruining her kill streak (Danny was dying of laughter the whole time)

You know how Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are always bugging Danny to be more open and talk about his traumas with them so he doesn't bottle them up? Yeah, that bothers him. There are just some things he's not comfortable with sharing or that he's even ready to share. Valerie is different, though. She knows what it's like to be out on the front lines, more so than any of the rest of Team Phantom. She knows the weight of having a double life and the pain (both physically and mentally) it can bring. She obviously wants Danny to share things with her, but she doesn't push him to do so. She knows he trusts her; he just needs time. He starts doing the same for her unconsciously and lo and behold, the two of them end up sharing far more with each other than they have with anyone else.

Danny is the little spoon and it's one of his favorite things in the world

Danny would be the one to propose, and yes, he would absolutely use Jack's line: "will you be the one to hunt ghosts with me for the rest of my life?" (of course, there aren't really a lot of ghosts to hunt per se especially since he's the Ghost King now whoops but he can't resist the need to use it on her). it's one of the only times he ever sees her cry but it's also one of the best kisses he ever gets from her.

~~Send me a ship and an emote from this ask meme and i'll make myself cry over sappy headcanons all over again!!

[atticusredwood]

Atticus Character Sheet

Appearance:

- 5’4

- Blonde with white streaks

- Shoulder length hair with a random spot on his neck that comes out like a tail

- Dark blue eyes

- Eyebags

- Scar on right side of lip from protecting someone

- Large burn scar on calf that’s super unexplained

- Scars under his chest because his oldest little sister was started to develop and he was trying to explain what was happening whilst forgetting he had knives in his gloves

- Scars under gloves from being hit with a ruler multiple times

- Constant bruised and irritated knuckles

- Brown-red flat cap

- Black fingerless gloves

- Deep brown vest

- Tan preacher collar with red buttons

- Red suspenders

- Pink scarf from his mother

- Satchel with gold embroidery saying “F + A”

- Light gray knicker bottoms

- White knee high socks

- Ankle high dark brown boots.

- A resting death glare

- His hair in a ponytail except the tail

Personality:

Atticus is short tempered, clever, theatrical, sassy, blunt, brutally honest, and a jokester. He gets mad very easily, but to quickly calm him down, give him a mirror. He has his mother’s eyes and nose so it makes him relax fairly quick. He can come up with solutions to problems fairly quickly or figure out the situation he’s in fast. He’s very theatrical in that he exaggerates all his movements, and such them with so much emotions. He’s sassy and petty, not sure how to explain it. He’s blunt, he won’t miss a beat to say something. He says the truth, even if it hurts, not that he really cares that it hurts. He makes a lot of jokes, and is a really touchy person. He’s very much in denial about his sexuality..He displays himself as someone without negative emotions like sadness and grief with isn’t healthy so he’s very overstimulated in the strike. He has a lot of trauma that makes him hallucinate his dead family members, and he tends to be delusional on other things too, so when he’s drunk or sick it’s really funny.

Tendencies:

- Laying down in the middle of a conversation while in public and just continuing it.

- Drawing a lot of stuff that makes so sense

- Smokes

- Drinks

Nicknames he gives to others (positive):

- Lovey

- Dovey

- Flav (As in fav. Yes, an ice cream pun)

- Darling

- Honey

- Dear

- Fawn

Nicknames he gives to others (negative):

- Blunderbuss

- Porcupine

- Rattlebite

- Snake

- Church bell

Nicknames used on him:

- Pinky

- Red

- Atty

- Devil’s Advocate

- Angel of Death

Past:

A whole lot of gorey deaths. He was born into a rich family of 7 in Brooklyn that goes bankrupt when he’s 7. His father would be really pushy that he’s perfect and would hit his wrists with a ruler if he wasn’t. In February, 1892, his father jumps in front of a train with him watching whilst screaming that it’s his fault. A month later, him and his older brother, Riley, are on a roof with his mother, who says she hopes that him and his siblings die soon so she can see them again before backing off the edge. Riley follows suit pretty quickly. Atticus ends up not knowing how to get a job and resorts to stealing, ending up with him in The Refuge with Jack. Though they don’t escape together, they meet again when Atticus escapes and joins the Manhattan newsies at age 9. It doesn’t end well, and Atticus flees to work in Queens, which ends up with him leading them rather than the old, toxic leader. He also finds his now youngest sibling, Elizabeth there.

Picture(s):

[inukag-archive]

hello there, hope you are doing well, can you recommend an inukag story where inuyasha is human, AU please, like soul therapy, thank you in advance

Hello @fmrinukag !

Thank you so much for reaching out to the Archive, we absolutely can get a list of Human Inuyasha stories together for you. However, in the course of making this list the team noticed an interesting quirk: Inuyasha is not always explicitly stated as being human or not in all AUs. He is sometimes given his hanyou coloring but with no mention of his ears, claws, or demonic heritage are featured in the plot. For organizational purposes, we chose to split this list into STATED HUMAN and IMPLIED HUMAN.

Happy reading!

STATED HUMAN

Oh, But You're Good To Me @witchygirl99 (M)

It’s a terrible photo, really. The action figure takes up the entire bottom of the screen and part of both of their faces. Shippo’s giggling though, eyes shut and crinkled in his mirth while Inuyasha looks at him. His expression is clearly fond. It’s the softest Inuyasha has ever, ever seen himself.

This is fatherhood, he thinks a little wildly.

He sends the photo to Kagome.

Inuyasha is a single father. Shippo is his adopted son. Kagome isn't supposed to be in the picture, but somehow, she returns anyways. A story about family, love, and all of its obstacles.

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Shot Week IV: Lovey Dovey Edition (Chapter 7: You May Be Right) by TheMondayChild (E)

Kagome has been pining for Hojo who no longer pays her attention and brings her gifts as he once did. To try and get him to notice her again, she enlists the help of a known bad boy, Inuyasha, and they concoct a plan: bully her and let Hojo white knight his way back into her life. But will she still want him when all is said and done?

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One Night Stand by doggieearlover (X)

A chance of fate throws two souls together.

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The Jilted Lover by basya88 (T)

“You were very young, marrying you felt like clipping your wings before you took your first dive”, he said, looking at her like he still had the right to do so.

She huffed, her haughtiness apparent, “So you’re saying, you had to make a choice for me? Who gave you the right to do that, huh? Excuses, excuses, but yeah, you made a choice, and you choose to break my heart by leaving me.”

Those we’re the longest spoken sentences he heard from her in years and now she’s walking away from him, and if he didn’t stop her, she’d be gone for good. He can’t have that. He had to do something.

“Please, don’t walk away,” he pleaded.

Without looking back she replied, “You taught me how. You walked out on me once. Now, we’re even.”

Both of them forgot, that hundreds of listeners are witnessing their exchange thru the radiowaves.

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A Late Loving by LittleDarkStar (M)

8 years ago Kagome ran away from her cheating husband, Now 8 years on Kagome lives with her Cousin Miroku and her son. But Inuyasha has found her again and wants his revenge.

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all night long I feel his presence hover by @doginabirdcage (E)

It is when Kagome turns forty-five, living in a small apartment in Tokyo, with her child and husband long gone, that she inherits a fortune. She’s got a gray streak in her hair that she didn’t fight when it started coming in years ago. There are crows feet by her eyes. But suddenly, she is an heiress.

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Skinny Love by emaniem5 (T)

"This was no love letter. This was a threat."

Flunking math, bad hair days, inheriting a family business she doesn't want, falling in love with her sister's boyfriend...If Kagome thought she had problems before, they had just been multiplied a hundredfold. And having to dress up like her sister to confuse a stalking pyromaniac was only one of them.

Slow burn. No pun intended.

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I Do by Shirahime Shou95 (M)

A.U. "I hate you." She whispered in a low voice, tears brimming in her brown orbs. But the young boy before her just grinned smugly. "The feeling's mutual." When seven-year-old Kagome Higurashi met Inuyasha Takahashi on the elementary school for the first time, she would've never guess that fifteen years later, she would say those two words to him; "I do."

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Hallway Shenanigans by toesalignedarch (T)

AU: When Inuyasha delivers flowers to Sango on Miroku's behalf, he runs into one of Sango's friends and unwillingly develops a little crush. He thinks he's just going to get over it. But when Sango finds out, she decides to play matchmaker. Told in snippets of 250 words or less.

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Bad Influence by ji-an (Y)

Meet the bad boy.

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9 Months by DeletedAccoutnNotChangingMind (M)

Kagome is given the weirdest offer by top business man Inuyasha Takahashi. With a few simple words he changes her whole life: "Will you bare my child?"

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IMPLIED HUMAN

Soul Therapy by dolphingirl0113 (T)

{Alternate Universe Plot} Kagome is a young, aspiring physical therapist who receives more than she bargained for with Inuyasha, a victim of a car accident trying to walk again. She soon discovers reasons why you don't fall in love with patients...

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Dog Tags by @lemonlushff (E)

On the worst day of his life, an old WWII dog tag washed ashore. Now, being a Navy man himself, he feels like tracking this soldier down is the right thing to do. It's amazing how sometimes random twists of fate can help your heart heal in ways you didn't know were possible. M for language and lemon content. Inu/Kag

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Memento Mori by LuxKen27 (E)

She was the embodiment of virtue. He was her forbidden temptation.

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Shy by @ninmenkaspeaches (E)

Shy (Alternatively: What Inuyasha Most Certainly Is Not)

Sometimes love is the best thing to break you out of your shy little shell.

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The Shogun's Daughter by @shnuggletea (E)

Kagome's father passed away when she was just a child but his Shogun status still makes her a valuable bride to a Lord of lands that border their village. Lord Inuyasha Tashio is pushed by the council into marriage, assured his new bride was an excellent choice. All their fears and anxiety are amplified when they meet.

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Feel free to add your own recs in the comments or reblogs!

Check our Masterlist of previous lists to see which topics we've covered.

Send us an ask (here).

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Abby's Basic Info

Name: Abigail Rose O’Brian

Abby's faceclaims were pretty easy, actually. For the 60s - Patty Duke (The Patty Duke Show); the 80s - Ally Sheedy (The Breakfast Club); the 90s - Natalie Portman (Star Wars); and now - Isabella Sermon (Jurassic World).

Nicknames: Abby, Abs, Pinkie Pie (not only a My Little Pony reference as she was addicted to it as a child, but also due to her wearing shades of pink more than any other color)

Age: 14

Date of Birth: December 13

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Birthstone: Turquoise

Nationality: Native American, Irish, and French-Canadian

Sexuality: Lesbian (closeted)

Birthplace: Elliot Hospital, Manchester, New Hampshire

Current Residence: Gray Road, Sanbornton, New Hampshire

Occupation: High school freshman and goalie on the local soccer team 

Talents/Skills: Acting, memorizing just about anything, getting good grades despite not studying, and telling terrible puns

Birth order: Middle

Siblings: Vivien (older) and Oliver (younger)

Parents: Damien Lucas O’Brian and Chelsea Alisha Mays

Signature:

Height: 5’3”

Race: White

Eye Color: A brown and green blend

Hair Color: Brown if she has it cut short, but it looks dirty blonde if it’s long

Glasses or contact lenses: Though she is the only one in the family who doesn’t need them for some reason or another, Abby wears them to feel closer to her family

Distinguishing features: Two streaks of colored hair framing her face that normally match the season/upcoming holiday (orange for Halloween, red and green for Christmas, pastels for Easter, etc)

Mannerisms: Using pencils as hair ties, spinning her rings, muttering to herself to keep her thoughts in order, and constantly licking her lips despite always having a Chapstick with her

Health: She has eczema on her hands, anxiety related to school, and a binge-eating disorder coupled with high metabolism

Hobbies: Photography, reading, watching 80s movies, imagining herself on Broadway, and playing ukulele 

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How much she relies on other people’s opinions of her. While Abby doesn’t really care much what her friends think of her, her family’s opinions of her mean more than she’d ever let on. Oliver has always been there for her (despite those glorious 13 minutes while he was still in the womb) and his opinion of her has never changed, which she’s more than grateful for. Her dad adores her and treats her with respect and love, something she admires him for to no extent. The only people she worries about - whether they know it or not - are Vivien and their mother. While she definitely looks up to her mother (which I elaborate more on in her fears), their relationship is rocky at best. She feels pushed in the direction her mother wants her to go instead of being loved for who she is and what she wants. Vivien, thankfully, is the opposite of that. Abby has idolized Vivien for as long as she can remember and has tried following in her footsteps for just as long. They spend evenings together, watching old movies and just hanging out and, though they both have friends of their own, Abby loves the times when she can just sit with her sister and ignore the stress of the world. Though they’re very close, Abby’s respect and idolization of her sister has made it ridiculously hard for her to take any constructive criticism Vivien gives her. This one-sided strain has made it exceedingly hard for Abby to tell Vivien much about her personal life, any struggles she might have, her relationships, and her sexuality despite knowing her sister would accept her no matter what - leaving her feeling somewhat isolated from everyone.

Best quality (in their opinion): How versatile she can be. As long as she puts her heart into something new - ukulele, bass guitar, studying new subjects, trying new sports - she can become great at them. She loves trying new things, but the idea of not being great at something stops her from venturing too far out of her little bubble of comfort.

Biggest fear: Imperfection. Though Vivien was the oldest and most esteemed child in their younger years, once the oldest of their family came out and started being her own person, their mother turned all her focus onto Abby, forcing her to be the golden child. Perfect grades were a must, gold medals and academic awards had to be won, and if something wasn’t done to her mother’s standards, Abby could feel dread settling in her bones. Though her mother never screamed at her, the disappointment and subsequent silent treatment were enough for her to know that she wasn’t good enough. She dreads the day when she has to come out to her mother because, despite her mother saying she's now perfectly fine with having two screw-up children in the “alphabet soup community,” Abby can’t imagine what will happen when her only remaining golden child comes clean. On top of that, what will happen when she finds out that Abby wants to be a theatre major instead of a lawyer? Until she turns 18 and can leave, Abby is perfectly content pretending to be her mother’s perfect child. Besides, it’s what she’s good at, right?

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite ice cream: Cherry Blossom

Favorite color: Peach

Favorite number: She doesn’t necessarily have one, but she loves Friday the 13th (not just because of the movies or her birthday), so that would most likely be her answer

Favorite songs: girls by girl in red, I’d Rather Be Me from Mean Girls the Musical, and all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo

A place they want to visit: Berlin, Germany

[6darkhearts]

Enderal, but what if?.... (Fanfiction, Forgotten Memories 3 and Onward, Part 1)

What if during the escape from the Star City, the Prophet/Prophetess was hurt by the Starling Capsules instead?

(This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, sorry in advance for its questionable quality. Also might need to Edit it a few times as translation from Google Docs might cause some weird formatting bugs. Also, this if my first time using Tumblr.)

He could see from the old turquoise tinted glass out into a sea of clouds. A gray blanket stretched for infinity upon the world; dull dark and stirring, occasionally flashing with thunderous light from the storm the clouds collectively birthed. Above was the endless ocean of stars. Diamonds glittering upon a colorful, dim rainbow canvas. Streaks of light washing across the darkness as consolations posed in their respective places. And finally, what looked to be an aurora borealis waved through the midnight like a slow motion flag, the vibrancy of which made it the star of night sky show. Pun unintended.

Very few would ever get to experience such a breathtaking sight within their lives. The Starling City being empty, perhaps Jespar, Calia, and the prophet were the last few people to see such a thing for a very long time. For those few seconds, the mercenary felt a level of peace. Even with his heart racing, the feeling of lightness coursing through his body due to the free fall state the Starling Pod was in. Part of him felt forced to accept that this might be the last view he would experience. Some of the final moments spent in a life between a duality of adversity and contentment.

The Starling Pod whistled as it fell from the heavens, the screeching piercing Jespar's ears as the descent from the serene scenery was rapidly reaching its conclusion. Falling, and falling. Eventually penetrating the field of clouds and entering into a dark, stormy environment. Deafening crackling of lightning accompanied blinding flashes of violent light. Burst of white obscuring the small circular window completely for a brief second before fading away as quickly as it came. And then only to flash once again. Electricity cackled outside across the Bronze, spraying across the surface like luminescent angular tendrils. Hail shattered against the metal in explosions of fractured ice, thrown in a plethora of directions as more frozen chunks rapidly took their place upon the pod's battered frame.

Seconds passed by before the lightning had been replaced with even more dramatic hail, to then taper off upon finally passing the clouds. The window showed a faint landscape past the storm. Mountaintops peaking through a second belt of clouds, rapidly growing closer and closer every moment. Jespar tightly held onto the interior of the starling pod, holding his breath and tightly shutting his eyes in an attempt to brace himself for what came next; The breaking of metal, snapping of a machinery, and a painful thud that thrusted Jespar into a sudden and total darkness.

.....

An agonizing pounding rattled within his head, compounded by soreness which ran down his back and limbs. His upper right leg tingled from the hip down to the knee, and numbness ran down the rest. The same could be said for the right arm too, having laid on it long enough to cause it to lose all feeling all the way down to the fingertips. Jespar was in great deal of discomfort, groaning as his head throbbed painfully. He could barely tell which way was up, and a new heaviness was weighing down on him. Opposite to the terrifying feeling of lightness spawned from free falling that he went through moments before. Still, for all the difficulties and suffering he was experiencing, he needed to gather the strength to get up. There was work that needed to be done, and they needed to finish the mission for those who were lost. So many others died.. Such a needless loss of life was experienced. The Red Madness, and the High Ones were to blame. And Jespar long understood this was the norm for this profession, and especially for these dark times. It didn't make it any less tragic, however.

He rolled off his right side onto his stomach, pulling his arms to his core in a push up position. A knee put into place, the mercenary managed to bring himself up into a standing position in a single swift motion. Initially losing his balance, having fallen onto one of the walls of the capsules as the blood rushed away from his head and thus caused him a great deal of lightheadedness. However in due time he was able to find some fortitude and balance briefly. Enough to stumble to the entrance of the pod. The capsule, as if aware of Jespar's intention to leave, had swung the massive and heavy entrance open. Rotating on ancient yet well condition hinges the door went out, and allowing in the storm of snow, wind and hail.

His capsule had landed on its back, thus forcing the mercenary to climb up the side of the interior to make it out of the shuttle. Normally, it would have been a relatively easy task for him. But after all the energy spent running and fighting for his life, most of that strength had been spent. With quivering arms, burning muscles, and aching in his bones he’d finally managed to get his stomach onto the brim of the entrance.

A white expanse was in front of him, difficult to see through the storm as the snowflakes made a thick fog. With a final heave, Jespar shoved himself fully out of the pod and he fell into a noisy but cushioned crunch into the snow. The cold pierced his exposed hands and got caught in the crevices of his leather armor. Just more gray and white filled Jespar's vision as he landed on his back and was left staring up to where he once came. He was partly sunk into the snow, and the rapidly falling extra layer of light hail was determined to bury him among everything else. It kept landing on his exposed face and across the length of his body. Every single piece stung to the touch, some capable of leaving bruises.

Because even after all they went through, life still wasn't done hurling dangers and inconveniences in their direction. Both big, and small. After having been battered by Starling machinery, chased by a flying machine that blew up their flying ship, and then having fallen from the sky in a giant bronze sphere... Needless to say, it was a lot to go through. Something that would exhaust even the most athletic of people. But for all these internal complaints, Jespar was just thankful to be alive and mostly healthy.

With a groan, he forced himself to his feet. He had to find the others; That Calia girl and the Prophetess. Jespar felt ill, worried if something may have happened to them. He considered the Prophetess a good friend, she’d been there for him even at his worst moments. And while Jespar did not know Calia as well, it would be unfortunate all around to have another soul lost to the Star City. Doing his best to block out the painful clumps of hail, and the burning from the cold across his hands, Jespar began walking out into the blizzard. He shouted out into the storm, calling out for Calia and the Prophet. However, his voice didn’t carry far. The howling winds drowned out all else, suffocating everything through both temperature and sheer bombasity. The mercenary continued walking into the winter, calling again. And then again. And again. And again. His throat and lungs strained as he screamed their names into the white void. Each step sank deep into the snow, making the trek through the mountains even more difficult and tiresome. Jespar needed to hurry, if any of them were injured they would either die from their injuries or the elements.

“CALIA!!”

…

“I’m here!”

Jespar’s eyes first widened at finally hearing another voice. And then a small amount of relief spreaded across his numbed freezing face.“Calia! Are you okay?!”

“Yes! Have you seen Sa'ira?!”

“Who?”

“The Prophet?!”

“No!...” Concern began building up in Jespar again. A heavy breath, and he shouted:“Let’s look together! We’ll get lost in the blizzard if we split up!”And with those words, Jespar had begun making his way to the familiar voice within the wind. One step, and then another, and soon a figure could be made out of the fog. Messy short hair blowing in the breeze alongside a small royal blue torn cape. Metal armor reflected a small amount of light that flashed from lightning. Closer, and closer, until finally Jespar was able to make out the features of the familiar but mostly unknown woman. There was a trail in the snow behind her, suggesting Calia had also made her way to him to meet up. Worried brown eyes met his own, tired and worn down but motivated to continue due to an anxiety building up within. She was slightly hunched over, her arms were wrapped around herself, teeth chattering just like Jespar’s as the cold was getting to the both of them. There were no words that needed to be exchanged between them, they knew they needed to find the last person, and soon.

For the next five minutes they had wandered through the winter nightmare. Hail abusing them, thunder crackling explosively, flashes of lightning amount wailing winds. Jespar’s hands and feet were numb, his eyes were beginning to freeze shut from the winds. Calia was in no better shape, visibly shaking violently due to her body’s attempts to keep her warm. They kept calling into the whiteout to receive no response, growing more desperate in their cries but no voice reached back to them. But, finally there was another dark figure outlined in the frozen hell they were enduring.

It was another capsule. However, this one was in horrible shape. It had landed on one of the sharp jagged peaks of the mountain. Hard black rock pointing upwards towards the sky, visible recent damage across its surface created by scrapped metal. Metal fragments may have been dotted by the landscape but had already been consumed by the monstrous amount of snowfall. The Starling pod itself had a massive hole torn open and inward across its left side. Machinery and glass parts exposed in a mechanically gory fashion. A collection of dark robes upon what appeared to be a broken person laid hanging out of the tear of the escape pod. Lower half was still within the pod, kept in place by the right leg just below the knee being crushed between two metal panes. Their ribs leaned against the metal rim of the exit, upper torso dangling out of the machine. Their back faced up, flakes having begun building up on their hood, robes, and cloak. Glittering crimson seen through the sleet and the rain, blood reflecting the dull light coming from inside the pod. Seeping between threads of black fabric, trailing among the body’s form gradually to spill upon bronze Starling metal, eventually dripping out onto the white chilly blanket beneath it.

….

The memory of the events were reexperienced over, and over again. Jespar had forgotten where he was until a slam of a book snapped him out of his involuntary recollection. One blink, and then two, and he found himself back in the warm but tense atmosphere of the Emporium. His head turned meekly towards the direction of the sound, slow shifting of a gaze upon the area of which the noise spawned from. A depression had leaked into his body language subconsciously. It was Yulsan, the Sinistrope having mistakenly dropped a large dusty tome onto the floor next to him. Yulsan uttered an apology, complimented with a look of remorse towards Jespar. The mercenary nodded, muttering simple; “It's fine.”before turning away. His eyes drifted to the focus of conversation at the time, which was the aeterna in white clothing sitting across from him by one seat to his left.

"Archmagister, how long will you need to decipher the map?"

Archmagister Lexil Merrayil sat frozen in his chair, glazed golden eyes unfocused as they peered down upon the ancient parchment. The paper and its details were faded, or maybe it was his perception warped by grief that seemed to distort the rest of the world around him. His sadness made everything appear so far away, as if he were underwater and all else was above the surface. Suffocating his ability to reason, and make sense of the map he lost his mentor to.

Lexil did not initially respond to Tealor's question. The aeterna's vision fogged at its edges, accompanied by the stinging of his eyes. He couldn't focus, emotions boiling and causing his mind to produce nothing but a hurricane of incoherent thought. There was only one sentence that could be gathered from the internal storm;Was this all worth it?

"Archmagister?"

Three words, conveying the feeling of emptiness and defeat. It was both an answer to Tealor, and to himself."I.... I don't know."

Lexil got up from his seat in a hurried fashion. His free hand went up to cover his face, the other holding onto the delicate map tentatively. He continued:"A couple of days, at least- I should start right away. E-Excuse me."His voice quivered, wavering with restraint. When his hand finally returned to his side, a mostly blank expression could be discerned from the aeterna's lightly aged features. Mostly, as Lexil's eyes were windows into a mournful soul. An internal fresh emotional wound that bled onto the outside, despite Lexil's greatest efforts to contain the effects of the injury. The archmagister, overcomed, had b-lined to the nearest exit. No other words were uttered from him on the way out. It was questionable if he had the fortitude to say anything if he wanted to.

A pang of pain went through Jespar's own chest, the reaction from Lexil bringing to light some of the recent losses he endured. He didn't know who the Archmagister lost, but it must have been someone on the expedition with them. Or perhaps another victim of Red Madness. Or maybe the Nerhimese. There were many ways souls could be lost these days. It was dangerous, not only for yourself, but those you loved around you. No matter what form it took; Love is a risk to always get hit out of nowhere... And then end up on your own.

Grandmaster Tealor Arantheal gave context to those sitting around the table. His own demeanor having been unaffected by Lexil's turmoil. He stood, leaning on the table with authority as he stared down at those sitting on each side. He gave an attempt of directing empathy towards poor man's circumstances, providing context to the uninitiated."Yaela was his mentor during his novitiate. But he will get over it... he has to."

Tealor shifted his attention to the mercenary. And in turn, as if sensing the attention on himself, Jespar looked up to greet the Grandmaster's gaze. Meeting that never faltering glare stirred a level of discomfort within him, even if it was unintentional on Tealor's part. There was an underlying level of frustration, a bubbling rage just beneath the Grandmaster's surface. His face reflected it, furrowed brows and a tightly clenched jaw. The fingertips of his gauntlets scraped against the long, aged stone table's surface, his grip becoming semi fists as he visibly fought to contain his anger. Jespar knew none of this fury was directed at him, it needn't be said that Arantheal was weighed down by the horrible hand fate has given all of them.

They all did. In that very moment, their only hope was lying unconscious in the Curarium. Thinking of it made his stomach churn. Not just due to losing a close friend, but also the greater consequences that had an affect on everything up to this point.

Without the prophet they couldn't summon a memory of the last Cleansing, and use the Word of the Dead on the High One. Thus, be unable to obtain the Numinos. In essence, all they have worked for has been put into jeopardy. It brought upon a feeling of impending doom; inevitable death looming in from all directions. Things were indeed grim.

Tealor stated through gritted teeth: "Go tell the prophetess they did well. Despite the complications, the mission was a complete success."

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[trollsdrabblesandrewrites]

Second post for today: Rock Trolls (Physical + Going Gray)

Physical traits

Some have slightly longer than short fur while some are completely devoid of it. Both traits and any length in between are common.

Dragon/lizard-like tails, can come with spikes, have spades, or have hair similar to pop trolls, however it cannot be extended.

Some of them have dorsal hair trailing all the way down to their tail tip, others have scales on their backs that are very rock-like (pun slightly intended) meant to mimic lava hardening around other rocks. Can come with spikes on their body, though rarely are they ever small and sharp and are more blunt.

Longer ears than other trolls that're less stiff but still pretty stiff.

Hair is extendable and can change color to be more desaturated but can never change color to be brighter. This helps them blend in with their volcanic area.

Mostly come in desaturated versions of other colors, though rarely ever do they come in true-gray (a true black isnt uncommon, but it usually has some sort of streak of lighter gray, white, or a desaturated other color). Some can come with bright red or orange hair, though it is uncommon, though quite a few of them dye their hair.

Markings are often very jagged or look smeared.

Going gray

Supportive when it happens, being desaturated isn't abnormal nor is it a life-style changer in terms of camouflage.

But their friend is still hurt, so they need to be there for them

Oftentimes coped with by listening to or performing songs relating to what happened to them, rock music has a lot of heart break songs.

One of the only times you see true-gray in a rock troll head to toe.

Overall as a society they handle it well and manage to be sensitive about the subject.

[coquelicoq]

G

Put a letter from A-Z in my ask and I’ll tell you 1 thing I love which starts with that letter.

i love gay people! gay love and gay sex. gay visibility. gay solidarity. gay pride, gay wrath, etc. gay little outfits.

i love gender non-conformity. i know that my body is the public site of gendered construction being imposed on me from without and i hate that...but it does allow me to wear or do something that doesn't fit within the standards of whatever gender i am perceived to be as a way of being like, "socially construct this" to everyone who dares to look at me. when i feel like it. i love seeing other people rejecting expectation and making something new.

i love opportunities for gentleness.

i love genius.com annotations of lyrics. they're like a line-by-line close reading or exegesis, but for songs. sometimes songs that are very stupid. that's good stuff.

i love grammar, by which i mean the roadmaps of phrase and sentence construction that speakers of a language have subconsciously internalized and draw upon every time they say anything. not so much the prescriptive grammar of style guides and so forth, though i used to be a fan and it does have its uses.

i love my grandmother. she writes to me every week. she leaves herself sticky notes all over her house. she has an ongoing saga with agency that collects her yard debris. she's the only person i know who owns a flour sifter. my uncle pointed out recently that while she pronounces "day" on the end of the days of the week as "dee", she doesn't do it for thursday: mondee, tuesdee, wednesdee, thursday, fridee, saturdee, sundee. if she thinks you're being obtuse on purpose she'll call you a "dip". she absolutely sucks at vacuuming (no pun intended). at any given time she's wearing about four sweaters on top of each other. she loves birdwatching and working in her yard and doing cross stitch.

i love gravity. unironically love staying tethered to the earth. not interested in floating around in the space station or whatever. regular earth gravity for me, thanks.

i love gravestones. i love seeing what people were named hundreds of years ago. i love inscriptions written for the dead by the people who loved them. i love when married couples are buried next to each other.

i love gray hair, even if i still don't understand if "gray hair" means "individual strands of hair that are gray" or "strands of white hair mixed in with strands of hair of a darker color, giving an overall effect of grayness". i love cruella streaks and silver foxes and salt and pepper hair. i love the expression "shot through with gray".

i love growing as a person. knowing that i have and i can and i will has literally saved my life. it's so hard to live in this world when all you can see is what you've done wrong and how you fall short. to grow is to give yourself a future. to fall short is just an opportunity to do better next time. you're never fixed. there is always more potential in front of you.

[astreakofgay]

just a streak 👌🏻

Just enough. Just a pinch of gay. Enough to be noticeable but not enough to take over my life or anything 

(yes it has)

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Ben LJ and EJ with an so who has fire powers but when overused their hair will turn gray(it's normally fire colored) and if still used will get scorched skin permanently? Also the best way to help after they over use their power is to sit inside some fire.

BEN:

Thinks you're fucking cool and will not shut up about the fact that he thinks your powers and abilities are fucking amazing, so I hope you're ready to put up with that. BEN learns to keep his eyes on you and make sure that you don't overwork yourself. He panics and freaks out if you end up with burns, so I suggest heeding his words and just not getting to that point in the first place. Thinks it's awesome and hilarious that you can recharge in fire, and he probably has a bunch of photos of you just chilling in some flames. Probably uses that as his Snap streak as well, you posing in the fireplace or something and him posing outside of it, like thats a completely normal thing to do.

Laughing Jack:

Calls you the light of his life all the time as a shitty pun about fire being bright. Honestly, probably makes a shit ton of fire related puns, no you will not be able to stop him, and no they do not get better with time, if anything they probably end up getting worse. Finds your sitting in fire part to be quite interesting, although he keeps a bit of distance from you when you're recharging and healing this way as he's made of metal and felt and it would be best for him to not melt or catch on fire, although you can expect him to get a ton of snuggles in once you've cooled down because he was so worried about you. He frets over you constantly, trying to get you to be careful and not get too worn out.

Eyeless Jack:

Watches you like a goddamn hawk, constantly telling you not to overdo it and if you DO end up overdoing it and getting burns, I hope you're ready to sit down and get a long, intense lecture from him about how you should be more careful with yourself while he soothing rubs burn creams all over you and bandages up your burns because yes he loves you and cares for you, but that's why he's trying to lecture you to be safer with yourself. The minute your hair starts getting closer to grey you can expect him to basically prevent you from going anywhere and using your powers until you've rested enough for it to get back to its red colors because he's just too damn worried about you getting injured.