#and they can gift me something if they'd like but no pressure if they don't find anything they feel would be a good gift

[anaalnathrakhs]

i feel it's so fucking stupid and ungrateful but it still hurts a little when someone gifts me something i just don't like. i don't know. i know it's dumb and inaccurate to astrain that much meaning to a simple gift, but it feels kinda like they don't know me. i guess it feels like people don't see me, like a reminder that the person i reflect and the person i feel like are incredibly different.

[canyourfavesurvivecastledracula]

could frodo from lord of the rings survive castle dracula🤔

Stephen King I know this is you

This one just makes me sad. Hasn't he suffered enough? It's also surprisingly difficult for me to get a read on it, despite me knowing the character very very well. He's just a little guy...

Frodo is not going to refuse anyone's gifts, and being unexpectedly protected by forgotten gifts is something he's very good at. He also doesn't shave so that's a thing. He does get very very subjected to the Horrors, and all hobbits are remarkably good at enduring hardship, even if they complain about it. Frodo is on the less complainy side of the spectrum, but the more hardship side of the spectrum.

He is plucky and courageous in a pinch. He would go exploring, with probably comparable results, although he may not be able to get into the blocked door. Would the Girlies want him? Well he's not that young but he is extremely baby sized. I think they'd be disappointed because they'd be expecting Delicious Baby and instead get Middle Aged Guy Going Through It. He knows he's not going to be able to oppose Dracula physically or mentally, so he won't get himself killed trying. He already has queer dreams. He already doesn't need shoes.

I think he would have a harder time psychologically in the Castle - Tolkien characters really don't like not being able to see the sun or feel grass between their toes - but an easier time with the Jon-a-Thon if that makes sense? But again he handled the Barrow-Wights (up to a point) and that's a really comparable situation. He keeps his head under extreme pressure, even if he loses his mind a bit. And he does just keep putting one foot in front of the other while all his other faculties fail him.

Based on the escape from the Emyn Muil I am confident Frodo could make it down the wall. He'd probably be happier if he had Sam's rope but again he's used to using his toes for things. He's got the right amount of courage to be making the daring attempts he needs to and the right amount of cowardice to not be eaten by wolves.

I'm ignoring the Ring because I don't think it helps him in this situation (see: Griffin Invisibleman). If anything it just adds to the psychological burden and he's better off without it.

In the final analysis I think Frodo Baggins can survive Castle Dracula, but he'll never be okay again.

Damn you Stephen King, you can't keep getting away with this.

ah NB this analysis is done with respect to Frodo as he appears in the the books. Movie!Frodo is 20 years younger and much more passive a character. I don't know if Movie!Frodo would think to go out the window unprompted, for instance, but I really don't know.

[anonymouspuzzler]

you know what? fuck you (heartbreak gulch's my own guys)

(@heartbreakgulch courtesy of the inimitable @strangegutz & collaborators, also miscellaneous Thoughts under the cut bc it's my blog no one can stop me the doors have closed behind you)

HEARTBREAKER BULKHEAD:

Probably does not have superpowers anymore but still came from a family of considerable influence and was under pressure to inherit, pressure which he very much Broke Under.

Turned to a life of crime, definitely got in over his head with it, and essentially got rescued by Eddie, who he is Utterly Obsessed With And Heartsick For.

Has spent literal years as one of Eddie's attack dogs and generally jumping through hoops for him for Whatever Scraps Of Affection He Can Get, though he's still kind of squeamish around Literal Murder and thus tends to be assigned to supply runs and such most of the time.

Amateur mechanic and car enthusiast. Probably did a lot of McGyver-ass fixes around the Gulch-slash-generally assisted Ami til Davey was recruited.

Speaking of, was still the guy who recruited-slash-rescued Davey. They fell for each other hard and are in a committed relationship now, which has helped Buck take a little bit of a healthier step back with whatever the hell he and Eddie have going on (and helped him be a little less jealous and curmudgeonly about the Hot Young Things In Town, ie Zeki and Felix).

Absolutely not prepared to be a guardian to Minnie which has led his and Eddie's whole Relationship to enter a fun new stage of "hey man can I ask you for parenting advice nothing weird"

HEARTBREAKER DYNAMO:

Pretty similar backstory to the Villain-Coded version. Civilian turned criminal, lost his arm when he got in over his head on a job and Buck rescued him.

Has a bunch of different prosthetics he swaps out for different purposes, ie. one for combat, one to use for mechanic work, a kinda general use/everyday one, etc. That said, he goes without a lot to make sure he's prepared for a situation where he doesn't have access/one breaks or fails on a job/etc.

An alarmingly good recruit; I feel like originally Eddie kind of let him stick around as a kind of "gift" to Buck, but now that he's actually got him on jobs he's become a real rising star. Real good in a scrap and is a little more flexible with his moral lines in the sand compared to Buck. Outside of that he works with Ami a lot doing mechanics and repairs - probably interested in learning CompanDroid maintenance/repair but figures it'd be skeevy for him to push that point too much.

He and Eddie have a complicated relationship I think. They'd be kinda suspicious/distrusting of each other but also have a LOT of similarities and work really well together. To say nothing of their respective relationships with Buck.

I don't think he's Trying to Uncle the younger recruits in the Gulch but he definitely Does. He likes White a lot. He and Ami would also definitely get along really well. He is being The Bigger Man and Mature Adult and not giving Felix a wedgie no matter how badly he wants to

HEARTBREAKER(?) MINNIE:

From the same family of prominence as Buck and is currently very much on the run after a failed attempt to kill her own dad.

Extremely a city kid and is Not necessarily adapting well to Middle Of Nowhere Self Sustained Living.

Knew Of Buck but never met him before this so his whole Life and Little Criminal Commune featuring Multiple Guys He's Got SOMETHING Going On With is. it's a lot

Would like to do some crime actually but is A) still a little traumatized and adjusting to the whole Situation and B) 13 Whole Real Human Years Old.

Fascinated by Zeki's whole deal and his work but I think they would absolutely bring out the worst in each other they would fight so much. Autism to autism hostility

Having a very complicated response to White and Ami wherein she thinks they're SO cool but interacting with them at any length would make her realize Things About Herself that she's not consciously ready to confront so just like. Imagine being White and looking over your shoulder and that 13 year old is just Intensely Staring At You Unblinking from around a corner and as soon as she realizes you've seen her she turns around and runs off as fast as she can directly into a wall

Zarita absolutely hitting that Cool Just Slightly Older Kid niche for her.

[chaoticloving]

can you do a lil something about h and yn thinking about kids :)

baby talking

harry styles x reader (SOH)

summary: y/n and harry talk kids :)

a/n: finally wrote this! not really sure when this would take place, but its cute so whatever.

"Hey, love. How was your day?" Harry asks as he walks into the kitchen, wrapped up in a warm comfy blanket that Y/n gifted him for one of their anniversaries, waddling over to his lovely girlfriend to embrace her with a hug.

She hums as she hugs her bear of a boyfriend. After coming back inside from the cold chill of London, she was happy to be met with warmth.

"Good." She murmurs. "Apparently I'm pregnant with triplets though."

It takes Harry a second for his mind to wrap around with what she said. First he thinks, oh god i’m going to be a father, then the logical part of his brain picks up the sarcasm through her voice.

"Did the paps get to you?" Harry starts to worry right away. He has had his fair share of paparazzi run-ins, and he knows its twenty times worse for Y/n. Sometimes they just take photos, sometimes they ask invasive questions, and sometimes they cat-call. Harry hopes they weren't so invasive though, but judging from Y/n's actions, they probably were.

"Yeah." She admits. "Do you wanna know something else though?"

"Of course."

"They all have different dads." She scoffs at the absurdity, almost laughing from ridiculousness.

"How is that even possible." Harry gets into his protective mode. He knows what they are implying, and he has to calm himself down from going outside and screaming to the world him and Y/n are dating, happily, monogamously, and lovingly.

"That's not even the worse part."

"Oh no."

"You didn't make the baby daddy list." She removes herself from Harry's embrace. She looks up to see Harry's jaw-slack face.

"Not even one of them?"

"Oh stop acting like I'm really pregnant." She chides, kissing him softly. "And besides, if I were to ever have kids, I know you'll be the dad."

Harry makes eye contact with Y/n now, blinking quite a bit too. He bites his lip, hand subconsciously fiddling with edges of the blanket. "Oh what now, babe. Don't get mad at the paps, I'm fine now, I just needed one of your hugs."

"I'd be the dad?" He asks, his lip turning into a smile.

"I mean, I can imagine the rest of my life with you." Y/n admits. "Ugh, you've made me go soft--"

Harry interrupts her with a crushing hug, filled with love as per usual. He lifts her up too, and kissing her all over. He ends up bringing her over to the living room, tripping over himself and the blanket and landing them both on the couch.

"I'll take it you've though about kids before." Y/n smiles, pushing away Harry from her face.

"Just a bit." Harry sighs, looking up to Y/n like she was his world, and in all honesty, Harry would say she is. She is all he needs in his life, forget the fame and money, Y/n would keep him happy with every part of his life.

Y/n gives him that look.

"Okay, maybe more then a bit." He admits, a blush coating his cheeks. "I think I've always known I would like to be a dad, but... I guess it's easy for me to say. I've only baby sat Lux alone a handful of times and it's not like I would be carrying the thing. And don't get my wrong I'd be terrified to be a dad, I've heard all the things people say about how I could never be a good dad and I don't want to mess up with them."

Y/n strokes his head, running her fingers through the grown out hair. "If I'm honest I have concerns with being a parent too." She mumbles. "I don't want to put pressure on my kid or do the same mistakes of my parents. I know I turned out alright, but they're the only examples I have so what if I turn into them?"

They lie there together, looking at each other, comforting each other with just their presence.

"But, dressing up a little person is kinda cute." Harry admits. A smile breaking out on his face. "If we had a kid, I hope they look just like you." His hand lifts over her face, tracing her nose and lips. "They'd be so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you, Harry." She smiles. "Imagine a little kid with your crazy hair and your dimples."

“I respectfully disagree.” He scoffs. “But with our genetics the kid would be unstoppable." Harry decides, smiling along with Y/n.

“Think they’d be a singer?” She asks. “Or maybe they go into acting.”

Harry thinks. “Maybe they’ll get all your smarts a be a the next Shakespeare.”

“That would be nice.” She agrees. “Our kid would run Hollywood.”

"Do we want kids?" Harry asks after a beat of silence.

Y/n sighs. There was a pregnant pause. "Maybe."

Harry swallows. "You don't have to say now, but, uh, do you have any other concerns?"

"It's just that, yes everything we said before, but also are life isn't our own." She starts. "Five minutes ago I was pissed and you were about to cry from the paps saying I'm pregnant from other men. I can't imagine the stuff our kid would see about us."

Harry can't help but agree. He knows it's the truth, he just didn't want to admit it. The problem isn't something he could work out by sharing his concerns in therapy because there is no solution.

"We also work. I can't ask you to take that time off and to be honest, I don't know if I would want to not work. I love my job, but I guess that just makes me sound like shit."

"You're not shit for wanting to work, love." Harry kisses her hand. "And I'm not just saying this, but, being a stay at home dad doesn't sound weird for me. I'd want it actually. I know this sounds like I'm trying to change your mind but I promise I'm not just saying that. Think I told Gemma I'd rather stay at home than work when I was like six."

They both chuckle at Harry's little memory, but its now when Harry sees the start of a watering eye. "Oh, please don't get upset, I don't mean try to convince you of anything. I'm sorry if I am coming off as pushy."

"You're not, don't worry. The world just shouldn't be deprived of you, love." Y/n comments, before clearing her throat. "I'm also just terrified of pregnancy. Like a growing kid inside of my body? Freaks me out, I know its a miracle but it's also scary."

"If I'm being honest it confuses me." Harry reveals, trying his best to comfort his favorite person. "Was never that good in biology. But I think I would be more terrified of what could happen to you while pregnant rather than you being pregnant."

"What does this mean?" Y/n asks, she sits up, not looking at Harry.

"It means we revisit the topic later, when we have achieved more with our life and have more life experience." Harry gives her a kiss on the lips, letting her lie on her shoulder. "And I love you no matter the result."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

<3

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[luvring]

Hello Nia it is bug jar anon I’ve actually resurrected myself. Had to claw through all the dirt and make a soul pact and everything yeah it was quite the ordeal anyways

If you ever have any Mhin headcanons I would be forever indebted to you but also no pressure

GENERAL MHIN HCS

gn!reader | OMG. OMGGGG OMG HELLO Welcome Back friend 🫶🫂 i respect and love a little resurrection i hope ur doing awesome 🫶 ofc i have mhin content for u

playing with mhin's hair..!!! them relaxing and letting you do whatever . think about mhin getting hair in their face and tying it into a little half-do situation. perf

we know they feed stray cats on patrols but have we considered the thought they've done it enough that the cats recognize them. that mhin has a mental schedule and map of where some regular ones are and makes sure to visit to see if they're alright :'(

THE CATS BUMPING AGAINST THEIR LEG AND PURRING 🙁💔 mhin smiling softly while petting them and talking to them quietly (because they're some of the only company they'll let themself have) (sorry.)

one more cat point. i'm not sure if they'd name them,, mhin gives me just remembering their appearance/personality vibes. but if YOU asked about names or wanted to name them,, well who are they to stop you. and of course the next time they see the cat they'll greet it with the name you chose.

you can gain mhin's trust / some affection by buying them sweets 🤞 i think it'd be very cute scene where they offer one of their favourites to you when you start getting along..

mhin and stargazing...i know they've got to have some favourite spots. they know where to get an awesome view of the night sky without any distractions!! imagine them bringing you up there and maybe talking about different constellations, how they found it, etc :(

^ you being the only other person who knows where these spots are... checking them first when looking for them.....

the others figure out you and mhin have are getting along and they won't fully leave either of you alone LOL. kuras and leander telling you to keep an eye on them / teasing you / etc yeah yeah alright guys relax

gets mad/worried if you get attacked. like in a raised voice "what were you thinking?" way before they realize and try to calm down and treat you. they can't hide the fact that they yelled your name in panic and ran over so

KISS THE BEAUTY MARK KISS THE BEAUTY MARK KI

mhin the type of person who if you started peppering their face with kisses they'd blush and ask what you're doing and why without actually pushing you away.

stares at you when you try to initiate small talk but inevitably answers anyways. same thing with dumb silly questions. they go back to what they were doing but if you keep pestering them they go "no, why would you even turn into a worm?" like

the type of person to get sleepy and do the head drooping thing so you get to pull them to rest against your shoulder

mhin has a very nice laugh...trust me. you get them to laugh and it's clear and lovely and their eyes squint and they sort of tilt their head down subconsciously and

kind of awkward about pda and initiating any physical affection but i think if you hugged them, after initial tension ofc,, they really want to melt into it. like they hesitantly wrap their arms around you but then they let themself rest in the crook of your neck

they look like they don't trust themself with gifts. they second guess anything they think of getting you but they actually end up getting something really useful/nice ? mhin pays close attention to your habits and interests even if they pretend not to

dry texter....actually no. they'd be snarky. they say stuff in a deadpan way. i think it'd be funny if they react to what they think are dumb texts with a thumbs down emoji before actually responding. oh that's so them with leander if they don't leave him on seen

[neptunianmars]

practices to bond with your deities

i'm most familiar with Greco-Roman deities so i'll use them for examples, but feel free to ask me about a specific deity! which Greco-Roman deity you should work according to your birth chart indications

communication

say "good morning" / "good night" - this is not only out of respect but developing a habit to include them more and more in day to day life

talk to them - whether you're expressing gratitude, praying, asking for advice, or even just talking to them about your day, this will show you are thinking about them and looking up to them. if you feel uncomfortable or can't talk out loud, a journal works just as well

write to them - speaking or journaling, writing is an art form they will appreciate. make journal entries to them, write them a poem or a song. it doesn't have be a fancy, even just phrases here and there will make a huge difference

document your experiences - after spending time with them, write down how it went. keep track of what they seem to like, what they tell you, even small details that don't seem to stick out because when you go back and look, they might stick out then or you might notice patterns

share your food - giving your deity a small portion of your food each time you eat is a way to communicate your honor and respect to them, and also learn what foods/drinks they enjoy

divination - this is more than just tarot cards! there's other forms of cartomancy, there's dowsing, numerology, etc. i personally use astrology <3

connect with their energy - doing activities that appeal to your deity regularly with strengthen your connection with them. for example, my deities are Diana/Artemis and Luna/Selene, so I spend a lot of time in nature, especially at night under the moonlight

honoring

research them in great detail - to get to know your deity, learn everything there is to know: names and epithets, symbols, attributes (plants trees, stones, animals, planets, week days, etc.) domains, family, popular stories and myths

cook a full meal - you can decide on a meal that is associated with them (like steak for Mars/Ares) but you don't have to, either way just dedicating time and energy to make an entire meal just for them will say a lot

altar - this is probably what you will hear the most, but don't feel heavy pressure. it doesn't have to be huge, fancy, or expensive; you can start out with literally just a candle and some leaves. slowly over time decorate and personalize it to your and your deity's liking

offerings - this is more than just sharing your food with them, it's actually giving something solely to them. have you ever been in the mood for a certain food even though you weren't hungry at all? that might be them hinting that they want it. gifts that you think they'd like or you felt called to get, including crafts you made yourself

share your worship - i want to say this is 100% not a necessity, so don't feel stressed if there is no one you can talk to about your deity work. i have no one to talk to about it, but i share freely on this blog and am trying to make friends online who i can share with! not only is sharing a way to show respect and love for them, but others can give you ideas of devotion and connection

creation/digital

going digital is a great way to worship and connect with your deity, especially if you cannot be open about it

make a playlist - include songs that remind you of them or that you'd think they'd like that involve their domains or stories/myths

art - literally any form of art they will appreciate. music like singing or songwriting, drawing, painting, sculpture, literature like reading books they'd like or writing stories, poems, songs, etc., dancing, theater or acting, or literally anything else. you can get specific, like learning an instrument for Apollo

exploring - exploring areas you think they'd like or just new areas in general. you might find points of interest they'd enjoy (like crossroads for Hecate), or see/hear their sacred animals, or find things that coincide with their stories/attributes/symbols

spending time with them through hobbies - the best way i can describe this is through examples: going to parties/celebrating for Bacchus/Dionysus, cleaning and taking care of your home for Vesta/Hestia, gardening for Ceres/Demeter or Proserpina/Persephone, taking care of the ocean for Neptune/Poseidon, the list goes on and on. anything that involves their domain

pinterest board - kinda self explanatory, making a pinterest board (or a physical picture board/wall if you prefer) with images of your deity and their symbols/attributes.

phone background - setting your phone background as an image or your deity is not only a sign of honor and respect, but will help you develop the habit of thinking of them regularly. can also spark conversation with others without being direct about your worship!

[j-ellyfish]

i love your take on the characters and my brain is being mean so no pressure whatsoever but do you have any favorite pruaus or spaus headcanons you'd like to share?

-@iron--and--blood

(sorry i keep showing up again, i love your blog)

Oh thank you, that makes me very happy!! 🌸💕 And don't worry, it's always a pleasure to see you! ^^

PruAus

💗 While they've always felt a little bit of attraction towards each other, it wasn't until the times of the Austrian War of Succession that they realized how much they wanted to get intimate with each other. They both hated this thought, especially Prussia, but they gave in one night during that war. They managed to keep it a secret from everyone to this day.

💗 Austria loves to listen to Prussia playing the flute, possibly even more than Prussia loves listening to Austria playing the piano. There's just something so alluring and irresistible about how a loud, once-military-superpower jerk like Prussia can produce such delicate, fine music and move his fingers on the notes so gracefully. Roderich often tells him he'd rather have him always play and never talk, but they both know it's a lie. Austria does love the order and chaos Prussia is made of and he wouldn't be the same if one of these traits was missing.

💗 Ever since Prussia is no longer a Nation and Austria could see him again after the fall of the Berlin Wall, he has gotten overly protective towards him. He tries to hide it, because he doesn't want to make it worse for Gil, but sometimes Gil can see through it. It makes Prussia feel very loved, but, in the back of his mind, he also cannot help but be haunted by the fear of disappearing whenever he senses Austria's worries.

💗 They both love to annoy the other about Germany's upbringing. Whenever one of Ludwig's negative traits is brought up, they both go "see, he got that from you" at each other which escalates in a friendly argument. This is a little canon divergent, but I hc that Austria did raise Germany for a short period when he was a child, before he left and moved in with Prussia instead.

💗 Prussia is an early bird no matter if he has a busy day or not, whereas Austria always tends to sleep in. As a result, it's a lot more likely for Gilbert to wake Roderich up and make breakfast than viceversa. Nonetheless, breakfast often has to be gained because if Prussia feels a little playful or mean (which is often), he will wake Austria up by annoying the hell out of him. Roderich hates it on the spot, but actually kind of misses being bitten, rolled around in the bed and otherwise pestered when Gilbert decides to be nice and loving with no payback.

💗 More than pet names, they tend to insult each other. Obviously, this is just how their relationship works so they mean no bad and make sure never to cross the line where they know they'd actually hurt the other's feelings.

-

SpAus

💗 Austria has never stopped wearing the white cross necklace that Spain gifted him in the beginning of their marriage. Not even after their divorce. Feeling it on his chest helps him calm down when he's nervous.

💗 While Spain is completely clueless about it, Austria and Romano have been envious of each other and jealous ever since Romano started to show signs of being attracted to Spain when he got older. Romano envies and dislikes Roderich for having been married to Antonio for almost two centuries, whereas Roderich is envious of Romano because he reminds him of his younger self - the one Antonio had actually married and initially fallen for.

💗 Spain's love language is acts of service, which fits amazingly with Austria's need to be pampered and feel cared for. He's always opening doors, pushing chairs, cooking meals and so on. From the outside, it might seem like Spain is having the short stick of it, but actually, Austria also loves to do things for him. He also cooks quite often (desserts especially), loves to help Spain picking outfits, keeps track of appointments and duties for him and showers him with little presents all throughout the year. Plus, Austria just has a habit of constantly fixing ties, brushing dust off shoulders, brushing hair off the face and wiping the mouth of people he truly, deeply cares about.

💗 Early in their marriage days, Spain gifted Austria a very young tree he took from the Americas. This tree still grows in Austria's garden and he considers it the most precious plant he owns.

💗 Somehow, Spain became a lot more jealous and possessive of Austria after their divorce. Whenever he heard that Austria was up to business with another Nation, it was really heard for him to cope with it. Austria, on the other hand, has always felt jealous and possessive of him from their wedding, probably because Spain has been his first everything when it comes to romance related stuff. Eventually, Spain tried to give up on Austria because he wrongly assumed that Roderich had gotten over him first. This resulted in many decades of mutual, secret pining in the second half of the 20th Century and the 21th Century, until finally they started dating again.

💗 Because Antonio has known Roderich from before he started to put on a façade all the time, it comes a lot easier to him to smile genuinely and be less stuck up when they're alone. He tends to laugh and joke more easily when he's with him, and isn't as afraid of being judged for who he truly is. He can also get incredibly clingy to him, because that's how he was like during their marriage (especially at the beginning). When they're together, sometimes he sort of feels like he's reverting back to his teen, love-struck self.

@iron--and--blood

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if Bella’s gift in a effort to stop her from jumping off the cliff created it’s own version of the cullens for Bella after they left forks.

Oh, this is delightful.

Things get weird is what happens.

Bella at the Cliff

Before Bella can jump, just as she's confronted with the hallucination of Edward, Alice screams out to stop her. Bella turns and sees Alice in front of her. Initially, Bella is very confused. Is Alice real or a hallucination, she's still not sure when Alice goes over to hug her and asks how Alice got there.

Alice tells her that she had a vision.

Bella's doubts are cleared, Hallucination Edward never once claimed to be anything other than a hallucination. He, in fact, only will say not to do things and then disappear. Alice is having an actual conversation with her.

Bella breaks down.

Alice shepherds her back to Bella's house (where Charlie is currently absent) and proceeds to comfort her. There Bella asks why she left and why she's returned. Now, the trouble is Pod Person Bella is just something Bella's gift has produced to prevent her from jumping off cliffs. It doesn't know what Alice would say either.

So, it instead says what Bella wants to hear: that they never actually abandoned Bella, wanted to reach out to her, but that something prevented them from communicating or returning all this time.

"Bella, I'm so sorry, believe me we would have if we could. But we were in the Bear Dimension."

Fake Alice spins a tale where she and the others were immediately sucked into the Bear Dimension which conveniently made it look like they'd moved/never existed. Edward had immediately regretted breaking up with Edward and wanted to return to her but Bear Dimension. They only just escaped.

Bella can hardly believe it, except for the fact that she desperately wants to. While she doesn't believe Edward truly loves her, here at least is a reason they fell off the face of the Earth: because they did.

Before she can think further Edward reappears to declare that yes, he does love her, and will gladly turn her into a vampire so they can be together forever.

Only...

He can't bite her (Edward, not being a real person, doesn't have venom).

Bella then has a vote for them to turn her into a vampire. They all vote yes but then none of them do anything about it. You see Bella, their venom is also in the Bear Dimension.

Pity that.

Canon Proceeds, Sort Of

Canon proceeds except the Cullens are even more Cullen-y than usual (per the town's perspective). Bella pressures Edward to try to get his venom back from the bears but is more than happy to be in a relationship with him and that he wants to turn her.

The wolves find themselves increasingly distressed about Victoria but no one realizes there's a newborn army because the Cullens aren't actually the Cullens.

Likely, then, the Volturi actually arrive to take care of Victoria as Edward never went to Volterra to kill himself and put himself on the Volturi's radar. Because the Cullens aren't actually in Forks, the Volturi don't check in on them as Demetri thinks Carlisle Cullen is in New Haven.

What happens is that Bella gets increasingly frustrated at not turning into a vampire/the Bear Dimension. She wonders if the family is lying to her just to not turn her and likely tries to push the envelope so Edward will actually do it.

This likely goes poorly.

[rosanna-writer]

The Dust of the Stars in Her Eyes. (4/7)

Summary: Feyre Archeron didn't want a prince, just a night off and a dress. But when the mating bond snaps for Rhysand at the ball where his father is pressuring him to choose a wife, he'll do anything to keep Feyre close—even convince her to fake an engagement to him. Warnings: None Pairing: Feysand Chapter Word Count: ~2k

Happy Day Four of @officialfeysandweek2023! And we're back with more of Rhys losing his entire mind.

You can find it below the cut or here on AO3.

Chapter One: The Prince is Giving a Ball | Chapter Two: I Have Found Her | Chapter Three: So Why is the Fellow Going Crazy? | Chapter Four: I Wake in the Loneliness of Sunrise

Rhysand didn't sleep that night. It was impossible, knowing that Feyre was in his sister's room just down the hall. All he could do was stare at the ceiling and replay the night in his head, wishing the circumstances had been different. Feyre had slotted herself into the House of Wind—and if Rhys was being honest, his heart—as if she'd always been there, which made it so much worse that all of this was going to be temporary.

A mating bond might be a gift from the Cauldron, but when you were a High Lord's heir, that gift came with strings.

The sun was beginning to peek over the horizon when the door opened. Rhys didn't bother getting up—only one person came into his room without knocking anymore.

"I'd say I hope you know what you're doing," Rhiannon said, "but I know for a fact that you don't."

Still staring at the ceiling, Rhys said, "Have you come to lecture me, sister dear?"

"Yes."

Rhys sighed and sat up, scowling at her. It was bad enough his parents had actually agreed on something for once, lecturing him like a disobedient youngling for his behavior at last night's party. The worst part of it all had been that they'd had a point. He'd barely kept his instincts in check, and it had been obvious to everyone that the night had nearly ended in violence. And it would have, if Rhiannon hadn't reminded him that Feyre deserved the chance to decide her stepmother's fate herself. Rhys wouldn't rob her of that.

"Then get it over with."

Rhiannon perched on the side of the bed and poked Rhys in the stomach. "Then pay attention." Rhys shot her a glare but said nothing. She continued, "Be careful with Feyre."

"Do you really think I wish harm on my—"

"She's in over her head, Rhys. She's amazing and doing her best, but she could come away from this very hurt. Be. Careful."

She was right, and Rhys had stayed up half the night torturing himself with thoughts about how this could go wrong. Rhiannon and Mor seemed convinced it would, and mind-to-mind, they'd pushed him to tell Feyre about the bond sooner rather than later. He raked a hand through hair mussed from hours of tossing and turning.

"I won't let anyone hurt her. Not even me."

Rhiannon stood from the bed, apparently satisfied. She crossed the room to leave, then paused with a hand on the doorknob and looked back over her shoulder. "Good. If you mess this up badly enough that she rejects the bond, I hope there's still a chance I can stay friends with her," she said softly.

And with that, she left. Rhys considered going back to bed.

But there was too much that needed doing for that—at the very least, his brothers would kill him if they found out about his engagement through the rumor mill. And weeks ago, he'd made plans to meet with the camp-lords in Illyria after Starfall, figuring that he'd probably want to get away from Velaris after what he was sure would be a complete disaster of a ball.

But he hadn't counted on an engagement to an Illyrian.

Rhys refused to force his way into Feyre's mind, but through the bond, he could feel that she was awake. He caressed her shields with a talon, a request for permission. She let him in.

How do you feel about coming with me to Illyria and helping me make a point this morning?

At first, Feyre didn't reply, but Rhys sensed her confusion and wariness. He prayed to the Mother she'd agree to come with.

What sort of point are we making?

That I'm attracted to you because of—not in spite of—that large wingspan of yours. And that your ability to fly is in no way a threat to my masculinity.

When do we leave?

Alone in his room, Rhysand grinned. He let Feyre know where to find a set of leathers and a bow, then tried to contain his excitement as he washed up and got ready for the day. When he'd scheduled these meetings, he hadn't anticipated that the trip to Illyria might be fun.

Feyre met him on the balcony, and Rhys had thought she'd looked perfect in her gown the night before. But in truth, he wasn't prepared for what the sight of Feyre in Illyrian leathers with a weapon strapped to her back would do to him.

His own wings were out, and he smirked as he watched her take in the sight of them. He flared them out wide behind him, preening like a peacock. Cauldron, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this desperate to impress a female.

A female, he reminded himself, that could only be in his life a short while.

But Rhys decided he'd enjoy it for now because the way she seemed to struggle to drag her gaze from his wings back to his face sent a rush of heat and male pride through him. Fake engagement or not, Feyre wanted him, and if circumstances were different, she would have woken up in his bed that morning.

"Ready to go?" she said.

"With you? Always," Rhys said, then launched himself into the sky, glancing back over his shoulder at Feyre as she followed suit.

Normally, flying cleared Rhys's head like nothing else. But the urge to stop and stare at the sight of Feyre's wings beating was ferociously strong. He'd be lucky if they made it to Illyria without him falling out of the sky.

After a few minutes, he tapped on her mental shields again. Still unused to it, Feyre turned and looked at him as she dropped them. I doubt it will come up, Rhys said, but in case anyone asks, you should know about my mother's ring.

In truth, the ring was Feyre's now, but Rhys could hardly tell her that. But it would gut him to send anyone else after it. At this rate, it would remain in that cottage forever.

There is an heirloom ring that's been passed from female to female in my family for generations. My mother gave it to the Weaver and said if I were to marry or mate, the female would have to get it back. If she couldn't, then she wouldn't survive the marriage.

It was a long time before Feyre answered, and Rhys began to fear he'd gravely miscalculated. For a moment, he half-expected her to turn around and fly straight back to Velaris.

Good luck to the poor woman you send after it one day.

Rhys couldn't string together enough words for a reply. He pulled out of her mind before he inadvertently told her everything and created a larger disaster. Instead, he dove towards the ground, just for a chance to let the wind sting his face a bit, before climbing back upwards.

It wasn't long until Windhaven appeared below them. Rhys held his wings out wide to slow his descent as he glided towards the center of the camp. Just as he'd hoped, heads snapped up at the sight of the High Lord's son arriving with a female. And as usual, none of them looked particularly thrilled to see him.

Rhys landed directly in front of Devlon, who was staring at Feyre through narrowed eyes. "Who is this?" Devlon spat.

Feyre landed gracefully on the grass next to him, and Rhys held a hand out for her. She took it and let him pull her closer, then rest his palm on the small of her back, right below the bow between her wings. It hardly took any effort to sound delighted as Rhys said, "Feyre Archeron, future Lady of the Night Court. My fiancee."

He'd made sure to say it loud enough that the rest of the Illyrians going about their day around them heard every word. Many of them stopped what they were doing and watched the conversation with open interest. They took everything in: the bow, the fighting leathers, the way she seemed comfortable and relaxed with Rhys so close to her wings.

Feyre kissed his cheek, as casually as if it was something she did every day. Rhys gave her a soft smile, one clearly meant just for her despite their growing audience, then returned to glaring daggers at Devlin. In some parts of Illyria, females who trained to fight were deemed unmarriageable. But he'd do his damnedest to show that Feyre was wanted—by a Carynthian—even armed and even with her wings intact.

She looked at Devlon as if she were sizing him up, then said mildly, "Is it so surprising to see an Illyrian in Illyria? Or is there something else?"

Devlon ignored it, still looking at Rhys as he said, "Congratulations on finding another half-breed."

"Feyre has just as much a right to be here as you and I," Rhys said evenly, holding back a warning growl. He wasn't willing to appear as if Devlon had gotten under his skin in any way.

Devlon clearly didn't agree, but there was nothing to be done about it, not when Rhys held authority and could best Devlon in a fight—or crush his mind like a grape. Both of them knew it, too. Rhys watched, face impassive, as Devlon muttered something about how Windhaven was going to the dogs, then stalked off.

"Should I take that to mean he isn't invited to the wedding?" Feyre said.

"Planning the guest list so soon?"

She took a half-step closer, and for a moment, Rhys could almost convince himself it was because she felt just as pulled to him as he did to her, not because she was playing the part of an enamored fiancee. Feyre rested a hand on his bicep, just as she had when they were dancing, but without music, there was a possessive edge to the gesture. 

"Maybe I'm just eager to make you mine."

Cauldron, if she wasn't careful, half the camp would be smelling his arousal before long. Before he could think it through, Rhys found himself saying, "I'm already yours. Always will be."

A traitorous part of him wished that Feyre could see the truth in those words. He leaned in and kissed her, keeping it brief this time, as much as that pained him. But it wouldn't do to have half of Windhaven see him with his tongue in Feyre's mouth, not when he was still in the early stages of asserting his authority. Before his self-control unraveled the rest of the way, Rhys stepped back.

Feyre, it turned out, had never actually been to Windhaven. In fact, she'd hardly spent any time in Illyria at all since her father had died. It was a convenient excuse to walk around, so close the talons at the top of their wings nearly knocked together, and let the word spread that the High Lord's heir was engaged to a woman who could hold her own, and he preferred it that way.

But even the largest Illyrian camps were barren, without much to see. Cassian and Azriel were expecting him, though Rhys still wasn't sure exactly how to explain everything that had transpired last night to them. But he'd have to try, lest he risk them pummeling him into the mud for keeping news to himself.

Rhys launched himself into the air again, turning back around so he could watch Feyre do the same. After years of training, he'd seen Illyrians take off hundreds of times, and it was no more consequential than standing up or taking a step. But when Feyre did it, his breath caught. She shot him an expectant look, not sure where they were going, and Rhys veered towards his mother's house, where his brothers had been staying. It was some distance from the camp, secluded in the forest for quiet and privacy.

As he flew, Rhys considered his words carefully, weighed the pros and cons of telling his brothers about the bond—less people aware meant less risk, but they might be angry with him if Rhiannon and Mor knew but they didn't. And Feyre would certainly be upset to learn she was the very last to know. Cauldron boil and fry him—this was a mess.

And perhaps, if there hadn't been so much on his mind that morning, Rhys would have thrown up a shield before the first poison-tipped ash arrow pierced his wing.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

A God's Gift

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, birth chapter, somewhat graphic descriptions of birth, Big Warning™️ for momentary fear of losing a child (it's only for a moment but if you're sensitive skip please, take care of yourself!), scared Dom, strong Col, drug use (sort of), siren song, accidentally cuming untouched, hand job, helpful big brother Cia, super helpful Tom, Col discovering his power, panic, biting/marking, teasing, babies ☠️ rating: mature/explicit ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

"I- I don't know if I can do this!" Tom's voice was a harsh whisper in his lover's ear, his hands were squeezing the halfling's wrist tight. "And gods I definitely can't do this! Look at him Mush. He's so strong but they are trying to break him!"

Modig's eyes were a little wide but he still almost laughed. "You think the babes that insidious?" He hummed back, pressing a soft kiss to his mate's sweat wet temple. "Dom can and will do this and sweetheart-" He bit back a chuckle as he pressed his palm over the selkie's small bump. "It's a bit late for that."

They'd been locked in what was fast becoming a sweat lodge for hours. Tom was starting to genuinely worry for his best friend. They had to light their fires it grew so late and though the babe fought sleep valiantly he eventually succumbed and was curled around his mother's belly. Dom was attempting rest but the pains were growing too close, they could tell even Kol'son was starting to get anxious. They'd thought with so many they'd just push each other out from the pressure but no. They weren't sure if they were holding each other back or if it was just slow labor. Technically he wasn't even meant to be in it yet.

Kol worried for his mate and he worried for their friends- he could hear them whispering, the hut wasn't that big. All he could do was pet through his wife's hair or rub his back. He was trying to be comforting and yet his children were refusing to come out. As his fear grew his power did as well. He could feel it pulsing in the room like a live thing. The beast inside him was scratching to get out, demanding that he shift and let the wolf lure them out, but Dom had asked him to stay and he would help in any way he could.

The siren started to whimper in his half asleep state, the next wave of pain building fast. "Da-mmm-" Dom whined, groping around for his husband's hand. He was stripped down by this point, laying directly on his best friend's fur. "Summat feels- f- fuck!" His voice broke in a cry and suddenly a new scent joined the other's clouding the room. Kol's nostrils flared and his ear tried to twitch, it was almost a noise he could hear when his mate's water finally broke.

"What now?" Tom asked but a calm came over him. He only let himself panic when Dom was resting. He never failed his prince, no matter what he was feeling. Even though their relationship had shifted so drastically since finding a home, that hadn't. He moved to crouch behind him and when his knees hit so much wet he cursed under his breath. "That now. I see. Damhnaic, will you kneel for me?" He tried to ask gently but when he didn't move an inch Tom moved instead. His gaze met Kol's, their eyes locking for just a moment but that was all it took. "Get your arse up brat prince. Would you like their first impression of you to be how bloody weak you are?" He slipped into their old tongue, something to comfort and rile the boy.

Dom's eyes had never snapped open so fast and when he moved next it was to turn and slap his kin's shoulder. The jerky movement made something ache even worse in his belly and he cried out, thankful when his god caught him carefully. The moment their skin touched though, the second Kol'son pulled him chest to chest a heat washed over him that he knew was his daidí's power. It plunged through him, calming his mind and warming his heart. When it rushed through his belly he felt those butterflies flare and he was surprised that even his arousal reacted. His body was needy for something, it was just too overwhelmed to know what. When those reflective jade eyes landed on his love's he wasn't surprised to see that in-between violet that happened when Kol fought his shift. He was surprised though by the noise they heard next, a small soft howl.

Kol didn't mean to jump but when he felt warm fur brush his leg there was a small part of him that thought 'spider!' and reacted. When he looked down though he was glad he didn't move to brush it away because it certainly wasn't an arachnid. No… "Ciarán?" He asked and the blonde pup next to him yipped. It was strange, he no longer felt the intense need to shift and it hit him all at once. "Um… I think I did that." He mumbled sheepishly as he met his wife's steady glare.

"Ya fink?"

"Um… with the-"

"Wiv the magic? Yeah. Caught tha'. Wha' the fuck Kols?"

The chieftain was surprised they were able to have a tiff in the middle of everything happening but when Dom got frustrated he had it out right then and there. Even as a thrall he'd been obstinate. No matter how many spankings he gave him his wife would always be a brat and he loved every second. "I didn't mean to! I was trying to help you."

"Yeah? 'Ow- 'ow- so-oh gods!" Those pinprick fangs clenched tight and Dom's body shook as felt something inside him move.

"There we go, good boy. Just spread your legs. You certainly know how to do that." Tom mumbled as he helped his best friend get his legs better positioned under him. They all laughed, even Dom somehow, but it was such a pained noise it hurt his heart.

"Fink you such a badarse alpha- making me pup shift and me- me fucking- bastard!" Dom was worked up and truly thankful for it. It was far easier handling that much pain when full of frustration. It felt like he had something to prove, though he wasn't sure what. "Pick 'im up! Tha' whine gonna break me 'eart." He whimpered before biting gently at his lover's mating mark. Something about the shape of it soothed the fear and pain. It helped. Everything about the man helped.

Kol'son rolled his eyes, he wanted to be focusing on Dom but he scooped up their tiny pup and plopped him over his shoulder. A small pink wiggly tongue licked the tears off Dom's cheeks and in the midst of his pain the siren smiled. "Ya know… he's pretty damn cute."

"Oi, come off it. Now who knows if he'll- fuckme- if I'll get a seal pup!" The sentence turned into something like a scream but Ciarán never backed down. He didn't squirm off his father's shoulder and he didn't bark unless it was to soothe Dom. The alpha was always proud of his heir but gods he was being an amazing little champ. Better than uncle Mush was handling it, that was for sure.

The faint scent of herbs filled the room and they were all surprised when the seer blew smoke around them. Dom had meant to do it completely sober but at the same time he didn't think he'd ever been more thankful to the fae. He was hurting too much for it to get him high but it eased the ache just enough he could breathe again. His head fell back, his body relaxing until the moment fingers teased over his core. "Oh- oh shit." Kol laughed softly, and the prince relaxed when he realized the touch was his.

"Daidí?"

"I can feel them. It's time ástin min." Kol'son whispered, pressing gentle kisses over his wife's face.

The fear was cold in Dom's chest but first he met the small pink eyes of his son- not yet an alpha, and then the violet of his husband's. He couldn't stop what was to come no matter how scared they were over being able to protect them. They just had to trust themselves and each other. He was shocked when a warm hand curled around his soft cock, his mate was trying to distract him from the pain as the first pup crowned. Gods it felt like a fire was burning through his core and lighting him up from the inside out. The pressure was almost more than he could handle but Mod filled the room with smoke and everything started to blur as his daidí stroked him off.

Tom felt nothing but focus and pride as he watched his prince fight through immense pain. The herbs were affecting even him but he tried to stay alert. Somehow even though he'd been so terrified just moments before when he saw the dark head of hair and squirming small body make its way free of his kin a tiny part of his mind and heart looked forward to enduring it for himself. "Almost there." He soothed, rubbing Dom's back. He and Kol'son both reached for the babe but they were distracted when Cia wriggled off his perch and tumble rolled onto the fur below them. For a moment he laid on his back and wagged his tail but when Dom let out a cry of relief the puppy rolled over and toddled to his brand new sibling.

Dom gasped, time was moving strangely and everything hurt but when those feet fell free and he didn't hear a cry he started to worry. He glanced down, wondering why no one was reaching for the babe but what he found made him quiet as well. His little boy was licking over his siblings face and nose and finally- "That's our girl." Tom laughed but it was a wet sound. Dom didn't have to look to know his best friend was crying.

"Girl? I got my princess? My… other princess." Kol corrected but he choked on tears. There was a lump in his throat he couldn't swallow and he so badly wanted to look but they weren't even close to done and his wife needed his attention. Cia yipped happily, even growling at Tom when he tried to clean the girl with a towel but when the next wave of pain gripped the siren they all focused on him. Tom took their daughter as Mod filled the room with haze again. Perhaps it wasn't best for the little ones but every Viking grew up like that. "Fuck princess I'm so proud of you. You're doing so good. Can you give me another?"

Dom wanted to say no. He wanted to slap or claw that beautiful smile of his mate's face until the bastard tried pushing something that big out himself. He'd barely gotten a look at his daughter before the next started to move down but she was bigger than he worried she'd be. He was scared they were coming far too soon. He answered the only way he could, a sharp nod and a pitiful cry but he pushed. It felt like he was breaking but he pushed.

Ciarán stayed close, his head butted against his mother's thigh to give him strength. He could scent blood but over that was the smell he knew was his baby siblings, fresh bread. They smelled so yummy but he promised himself he wouldn't even nip them. His sissy hadn't tasted very good anyway. When the next was free he moved to clean them too, something in his instincts told him it was good for them and when Tom said it was a boy he howled. Well… he tried to. He tried so hard to sound like his daidí did but it came out small and sweet. He'd been asking for a brother and he tried to thank his mother with a quick yip and a lick over his foot. He tried to be a good calm boy as he watched uncle Mush Mush take the boy and clean him up but he was vibrating with excitement.

Dom couldn't do it. There were tears streaming down his cheeks, blood and slick on his thighs, milk on his chest from the baby's cries, and he was trembling so hard he could barely stay up. There was one more, at least that's what he thought, but his body was trying so hard to give up. It didn't matter though, whoever was coming next was fucking determined and so was his alpha. "Omega you will listen. You will push for me until all our children are free. After all you've been through, is this where you give up?"

Dom's eyes narrowed in a glare and he bared his fangs. Kol'son just arched a brow and stuck his tongue out but he smirked and hissed when his wife lunged for him and bit over the same spot he marked him the first time. He let his mate suckle to muffle his screams and he tightened his grip as Dom started pushing again. He didn't know how long they'd been pushing but he could feel the sun rising outside. He could sense his people waking up and his aunt and uncle pacing outside. "Almost- almost-" His voice felt like a growl and he tried to keep a good grip around his lover's dick. The boy was mostly soft but he knew the stimulation helped. His own was throbbing honestly and he wasn't quite sure what that said about him.

Dom pulled off his husband's chest and screamed as the babe popped free and didn't even wait for Ciarán's cleaning to start fucking wailing. The sound was like music to him though and he started to laugh. He felt on the brink of madness from all the pain and happy chemicals warring in his mind. He just wanted to feed his babes and pass the hell out but something felt… strange.

"One more." Kol'son growled, pressing his forehead hard against Dom's. They were drenched in sweat and getting higher than he thought the mushroom man had meant for them to but he met Dom's eyes and sent as much strength to him as he could.

The fae sighed when another wave of emotion hit him, his husband was trying so hard to help. He'd been denying it all month, he hadn't wanted to test fate with so much hope but as something tore through him he knew. "Let it out." Kol whispered, his alpha present enough Dom had to listen and Mod covered his ears as the siren did just that.

A scream filled the room that hit Kol'son in the soul. It was the most heart wrenchingly beautiful thing he'd ever heard. His wife had been humming for his pleasure for years but this? This was the full power he kept so carefully locked up and it bowled over him like the strongest wave. He felt as if he were floating in the middle of a warm ocean, nothing had ever been so peaceful. When he felt the water suck him under he didn't mind. He didn't need to breathe. He couldn't see anything but golden eyes. He couldn't feel anything but peace and heat and overwhelming pleasure. His knot pulsed but his hips didn't thrust. The water would take care of him. It was like the hottest mouth surrounding him, sucking him, working him to that peak and when he reached it everything was gentle.

The world slammed back into focus as Dom's voice broke in a whimper, Kol'son could feel cum dripping down his thigh as he choked as gasped for air but he shook it all off. He had to. The siren song was replaced by deafening silence as if the other siblings waited for their newest addition to cry. Dom collapsed against the Viking's chest, his whole body sliding down until his mate helped him lay out more comfortably in the nest. He couldn't rest though, not until he heard it. Heard them. "Tom?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

When he could focus well enough he looked to see his kin gently rubbing the babe's chest as Cia licked their face clean. His breath caught in his chest. Why weren't they crying? Gods he knew it was too good to be true, how could the universe bless them so without punishing them? He'd never been lucky before he met Kol. "Daidí?" He whined, reaching out a spasming hand that of course the god took. He could feel his lover quaking too. Tom moved, taking the small form in his hold and he crawled closer, placing the little one on Dom's chest.

The first thing he noticed was how small they were, the second was that it was certainly a 'he'. "Come on lil one. Please? For mumma?"

The chieftain refused to fear the worst, he hovered close and pressed a breathy kiss to the baby's belly. There was just a little force behind it as if he could push a breath into them. "Wake up for daidí." It was almost a prayer but he was the only god here and with that thought he closed his eyes and kissed the child's forehead, over his heart, demanding his pup to- "Wake up. Wake. Up."

The breath was sharp and loud in the quiet room but it was the sweetest sound Dom ever heard and with it he let himself cry. His puppy yipped and bounced next to them but it was the sound of relief escaping his mate that told him what had truly just happened. He knew his god would write it off to timing but he knew better. He wasn't the only one bringing life that night.

The man laughed, his violet eyes filled with tears as they shared a smile over their boy before he finally looked him over. Ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes, but as those small legs wiggled he caught something else. "Oh fuck baby- he's… he's an omega. Momma's little mini." He chuckled, noting how the dark wispy hair matched and the eyes. Oh gods above his eyes. A brighter gold than he'd ever seen before.

Dom knew there was more to come. He had other things to birth and pain to suffer but he didn't care anymore. He spread his legs and let Tom work on the cords and anything else and instead he focused on the tiny prince on his chest. The pup was the runt of the litter but he fit perfectly on Dom's chest. In his hold. "The overs." He huffed, looking to the pile of babes and thankfully Mod moved to help. There was a stain on his pants that Dom vowed to ignore and never speak of but he felt badly. He'd never used his full voice before that night. He could tell his mate was still feeling it. "Did… daidí did I do good?" He couldn't help but ask and his Viking beamed down at him.

"You did perfect ástin min. Fucking perfect."

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

BABIES! Naming them will come next and all the cuddles. Seems like the little pack found their power 👀 poor Mod. I hope you enjoyed it! 🖤☠️

[fatuismooches]

your Capitano brainrot had me in the chokehold omg, your brain is HUGE

I love the idea of reader and Capitano training the new fatui recruit together at the end.. I cant stop imagining the reader has this motherly vibes to the new recruits.

Everytime these recruits did well in their training, they will recieve gifts from reader. If there's a recruit crying because of the pressure they felt in the fatui or somethings happened in their life, the reader will be there to comfort them. And sometimes reader will give them headpats too :D (not to mention Capitano being jealous while watching in the shadows.. He wants a headpat from reader too😔)

but still.. remember that the reader is a former mercenary? (and the fact that reader managed to survive from Capitano's attack from day to night back then was amazing already) yeah, i can see reader will seriously kick these recruit asses if they keep being too difficult and wont behave (some of the recruits learn the hard way..). So dont get fooled by reader's appearance 😅

-🥝

PLEASE THANK YOU.... THE CAPITANO BRAIN ROT NEVER ENDS!

No, because I love the idea of the Harbinger's partner having a big parental vibe to the regular recruits/soldiers, especially with Capitano. Big scary man with his little sunshine lover lol.

"Guys Capitano isn't even that scary don't worry!!" You try and convince the recruits while the said man is hovering over all of you and the only thing keeping the recruits together is your big smile lol.

And yea, the recruits honestly need someone nice like reader to keep them together because the soldier life seems too hard... and yes Capitano who is simultaneously touched and warmed by your kindness but also jealous because HE should be getting that attention!!

And I really love the idea of reader being just as strong/maybe even stronger than the Harbingers! (someone needs to put these fools in place sometimes... ngl they'd all probably simp for that anyway hehe)

The first time the recruits see your strength, for that moment they're more scared of you than they are of Capitano! 😭😭 All of the younger ones have only heard stories of you but when they see your strength in person?? Boy... they now remember to keep themselves in check from now on... Now they understand why you are Lord Harbinger Capitano's esteemed lover! (Cue Capitano being mega proud of you and also loving to see your fighting skills again after so long.)

[knightfeared]

*CONTINUED. ➤   @ambrosius-goldenlion / AMBROSIUS.

For a moment, he does regret offering the words he had, but in a way, it's . . . though bitter a reminder, it's an honest one. He'd known that mindset intimately by this point. For all their differences, him & Ambrosius were a lot alike in some regards. Enough to thankfully bring comfort in knowing that the other understood, that it didn't need to be explained or further delved into outside of the skimming mention, though it never hurt if they'd chosen to.

Lips press together in a thin line, the bottom one being momentarily worried between his teeth in some contemplative thought.

Dark eyes find their way back to the other knight in training, eyes softening in a buttered soft way reserved for him in these rare moments of privately stolen peace. Leaning against his side, his own form of offering an apologetic & reassuring comfort is gifted. He stays silent, listening with an acknowledging hum every so often when Ambrosius' tone lulls or wanes, looking over to show him he was indeed focusing on him.

At the admission he was jealous though, he ducks his head, a bitter shake of his head given as he straightens a bit, but he makes sure to show there's no genuine insult taken to his words as he winds an arm around the prodigy's shoulder. Guiding him in, another sigh is given as he settles the other into a more comfortable hug where he can just focus on little else but the steady beat of his heart over every other looming responsibility that await him in the coming days.

"Strange how a lot of people would consider us lucky." But they themselves seen it as anything but. Sure Ballister fought his way into this golden opportunity, was actively making history in being the first commoner to join in the noble's ranks in Knight training . . . Sure most would look at Ambrosius as he'd done when he'd first met him, assuming he was nothing but a spoiled brat born with every golden chance right there on a silver platter for him to take, seeing him as ungrateful for feeling as he did. But the thing was, with both, the pressures that rest along weary shoulders were crushing most days. Two sides of the same coin. Constricting so tight it was hard to breathe easy when low points hit.

Idly running a hand though pale hair, an attempt to soothe, he can't help but sigh out a tired laugh when he catches the strong whiff of lavender.

"There's a lot of pressure no matter what position you're born into, the trials faced will differ depending on it. But the fact you're able to handle the ones you're faced with at all, even if not a lot of people can see just what you're dealing with as often, speaks volumes in your own personal strength. Can't say I envy you - having a legacy to live up to is intimidating, but you're handling it well. & hey, if I can help even a little to make it more bearable, I don't mind."

He isn't sure just what he even offers to help someone like Ambrosius, but he's glad regardless. With a more lighthearted laugh, one that's warmed with something more genuine, he plays with a stubborn strand of hair that bends opposite as the rest of Ambrosius' other perfectly styled, now sadly mussed, locks. Giving it a playful flick, he grins.

"Who knows. Maybe I'm wrong. If anyone could change someone's mind about something like this, it's you. You got me to see you as just a normal guy. Not some larger then life living legacy of Gloreth."

[catharsisxf]

Where the Love Light Gleams

Rating: T

Prompt: Family heirloom gift

AO3 link

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Scully was reclined against the couch arm, her legs extended out towards Mulder seated at the other end with her feet in his lap. He firmly pressed his thumbs into the arch of one foot, eliciting a groan from her. This pregnancy hadn't been easy for her and as she neared the homestretch her body seemed to ache constantly now. Though, thankfully, this time around she wasn't going it alone.

Placing her hands atop her swollen middle she gazed appreciatively at him. Throughout her entire pregnancy Mulder was as attentive and supportive as she'd dreamed he would have been the first time. She had tried to convince him the past couple months that "high risk" didn't equal "bed ridden" but he'd hardly let her lift a finger around the house. He'd even single handedly put up all the Christmas decorations this year. The ones that she was certain hadn't seen the light of day in the years they lived apart.

"Tree looks good," she sighed as he found a particularly sore spot on her foot.

"Well, you did tell me exactly which one to cut down."

It's true she had followed him out into the woods beyond the house and told him which one was THE tree but only because he tended to overestimate the ceiling in the living room. Most years he was forced to take the tree back outside and trim more off the bottom so it would fit, grumbling all the while. This one was perfect.

She playfully poked him with her other foot. "I meant the decorations. You did a nice job."

Their tree held an eclectic mix of older ornaments her mom had saved for her and some newer ones they had purchased together the year they moved into the house. She had so looked forward to celebrating that first Christmas no longer on the run. Their first real one together.

Mulder switched to her other foot applying the same delicious pressure on her aching tendons. "Do you think the nugget will make their grand entrance by Christmas?"

"I certainly hope so," she groaned. "I don't think I can get much bigger."

He smirked at her. "Told you not to swallow watermelon seeds."

"Yeah well, I feel like a watermelon. "

He gazed at her with unrestrained adoration then, "You're beautiful."

She smiled at him and sighed happily. After all these years, he still looked at her as if she was his entire world. The feeling was mutual.

Letting go of her foot, Mulder reached behind the couch and produced a small wrapped gift he presented to her.

"What's this?"

"Something I found in a box that I apparently never unpacked all those years ago," he explained. "I forgot I still I had it."

Wrapping paper torn away, the lid opened to reveal a green porcelain egg ornament nestled in a plush red box.

"Mulder, it's beautiful," she breathed as she pulled it out carefully.

Scully ran her fingers along the intricate gold leaf designs covering it. A Limoges maybe?, she thought.

"It belonged to my great grandmother. We used to hide gifts inside it."

"Inside it?"

He smiled and silently took the ornament from her, turning it around in his hands until he found the clasp that had previously gone unnoticed. Raising himself off the couch he knelt in front of her and opened it carefully. A ring with a large diamond flanked by smaller emeralds sparkled back at her.

She gasped at the sight of it. "Oh, Mulder..."

"This was my great grandmother's too," he whispered, his hazel eyes glittering. "Marry me, Scully."

A long ago conversation flitted past her as as she considered the brilliant, thoughtful, stubborn, handsome man in front of her.

'What if there was only one choice and all the other ones were wrong...'

'...Then all the choices would then lead to this very moment.'

They'd been through so much together. So many forks in the road that had ultimately led them back together. Back to this moment. She didn't hide her happy tears from him as they slid down her cheeks.

She held his face in her hands, seeing the deep and abiding love she felt reflected back at her.

"Yes."

[oathkeeperoxas]

Helloooooo I would love to hear about 3, 9, and 11 for any and all fics in the invidia-verse! <3<3<3

ofc! this miniverse is a particular fav of mine at the moment 💖 so much juicy potential tbh

3: What’s your favourite line of narration?

part 1: “I want to make a bad decision that doesn’t result in someone dying,” Cody says, the words bubbling up from some dark depths of him, some place where Cody shoves his fears and his despair. “I want a mistake that isn’t fatal.”

part 2: Cody knows how possessive Obi-Wan is of him – if he needs a reminder, there’s one in how Obi-Wan’s fingers curl under Cody’s chin, firm and unyielding. He doubts either of the guards who brought him in will see the end of the day, and he’s not liking the chances the rest of the court has either.  

part 3: “Come with me,” Cody whispers again. “We’ll make something for ourselves. I don’t know what it will be, but I’d like to figure it out with you. There’s a future waiting for us, if we want to find it.”

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Of invidia, yes. It was originally written for the battleship exchange. I just looked in my records and I think I've deleted the tag cloud that inspired it, but how battleship works is that you try to hit as many tags as possible - I can remember that I was going for mercyfic, enemies to lovers, and a few sex tags, but in the end I decided to park that fic for battleship, mostly because I was writing for myself and not for my recipient haha. I wrote the first 2.5k of it almost the instant I grabbed the tags I wanted to hit, but didn't finish the other half of the fic until the morning I posted it during codywan week. The final scenes were mostly going to be the same - I knew they'd chat, I'd lay the groundwork for a fix it, and then they'd have sex - but the contents of the talk changed as I let the characters work out what they needed in the moment, and the sex ended up being a lot briefer than my bold grab bag of tags would have been.

For part 2, it kinda came together because of the prompt "throne sex" on my kink bingo card, and I was like... well that has to be sithywan XD so that was straightforward in idea->execution

I actually started part 3 before I ever had the idea for invidia, probably around the beginning of this year. It was originally going to be set during the war, with the tryst being a time for the two of them to swap intel and for Cody to maybe be forced to see how far he's come and ask if this is appropriate, and if he wants to keep on going with what they have (yes) but I switched out the backstory to make it after the end of the war after I decided to lift and shift the smut I'd written into the invidia-verse, so to speak.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

part 1: the fact that I let Cody voice some parts of himself that I don't think he's ever spoken about before - the pressure that he feels to perform and the weight of accountability for his choices when lives are at stake. Getting to give him catharsis and release through this "bad decision" also felt good and interesting to me because I don't think it's something I've explored about his character so explicitly before. I think I touch on it in my codywan on tatooine series, but only very obliquely through Cody's refusal to go back to that environment because he knows dealing with that pressure again would kill him.

part 2: giving Cody a new kink lol

part 3: the implication that Cody is going to walk out of his space ship onto the shiny new clone planet with Obi-Wan on his arm, decked out with whatever gifts of the week Obi-Wan has given him, and everyone else is going to go uh... whatcha got there Cody, and Cody's going to say "a smoothie"

fanfic ask meme

[ladyimaginarium]

okay so since it's near the holidays ( & for me& & the rest of us&, this means celebrating Christmas, Hannukah & Yule which is pretty neat !! ), you're not obligated to do anything but here's my throne wishlist considering that while I'm& grateful for what I& get, most of the time either 1) my& family doesn't give me& anything I& specifically ask for or 2) the amount is very minimal for numerous reasons usually bc we're broke which I& don't blame them for especially w/ costs these days being batshit insane or 3) it comes in months later which is irritating but I& digress, it'll also help support a queer, genderfluid intersex mspec aspec autistic disabled neurodivergent hoh spoonie witch two spirited mixed native & jewish system, it's also the best way of doing so, anything would be appreciated especially if it came from white settlers !! don't feel bad or pressured if you can't afford anything pricy, anything's appreciated. if you can't consider reblogging & help us& out. while gifts aren't necessary, they'd be really appreciated, and if we& receive one, afterward, I'll& be more than happy to send you a personal thank you photoset or post something on tumblr, it'd be really appreciated. you can even send one anonymously or as a surprise gift!

keep in mind that you are absolutely not required to do anything like this ever, however, if my& content or even myself& or any of us& touches you and you want to buy a gift, i’m& keeping that option open, i& am grateful for anything, but please never feel like you absolutely have to, especially if you’re worrying about how to buy food next month or if you’re hanging onto your sanity, I& have to emphasize that this is only for those who’re physically and mentally able to give, those who have energy and spoons to care and to people who have money. you’re not horrible, cheap, awful, rude, unworthy or unlikeable for putting your survival first, so please don’t trip, and i& say it all the time, and genuinely mean it, if you feel like people in your online/offline communities have more urgent needs and therefore should be prioritized in terms of support, absolutely please feel free to help them instead/first ( if you have the funds to help multiple people, anyway! )

with that said, we& hope you have good holidays if you celebrate it!

[dollservant]

nooooo no no no no no jesus christ no

a safeword isn't a kink. it's not something you can just fucking throw out

unless you're doing a very specific kind of play, yes, your dom SHOULD be looking out for cues of when things are becoming too much. but like... shit happens? it's not always easy to tell when something is wrong. and your dom isn't fucking all knowing, as much as they'd surely like to be able to know exactly what and how much to give you at any time, they are human and they WILL miss something occasionally

you as a sub have a responsibility to communicate. before, during, and after sessions. the During is what you need a safeword for. the lack of hearing a safeword is just as much communication in the moment as hearing it

a reply:

i despise this. "we didn't have a safeword because he wasn't an idiot" FUCKING EXCUSE ME?? NOT having a safeword sounds EXTREMELY idiotic. are you fucking kidding me? once again, no dom is perfect all the time. christ i swear to god it's like some subs don't even think of their doms as being humans who are capable of making mistakes??? everyone makes mistakes. everyone misses things

how in the hell would giving up your safeword be a gift?? i get the sentiment, showing how much you trust them or whatever, but i feel like this would just put more stress on the dom??? like i said, of course they should be looking out for you and making sure they don't push you too far past your soft boundaries, but this sounds so fucking stressful. imagine if your sub is saying "no stop stop" and you just take it all as playing, only to hear afterwards that they MEANT no and that you'd pushed them WAY too far. would you really ever be able to relax during play ever again? what happens when you hit a really heavy domspace? what if you accidentally hurt your partner during that and they don't have a safeword to snap you out of it?

god what an insane amount of pressure to put on a dom. what a way to make it less fun and just... more anxiety inducing for them. i can't even imagine

look, i KNOW these situations vary heavily from person to person. what i really take issue with is the idea that a safeword is something to be played with. this sort of play requires communication from BOTH sides, ESPECIALLY from the person who is having the stuff be done TO them. giving that up just seems.... it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. it reeks of not caring about your dom's feelings. also the fucking "we don't need safewords because we're not stupid" good job you just revealed how fucking stupid you are. congrats