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drarrargh’s fic rec list!! fics that drarrargh recs :)

‘... A Little Insecure’ by tigersilver

It’s an epistolary! Need I say more? If so, I will say more! The Draco characterization knocked my socks off! The ending put a smile on my face! The conflict of the story is super small but feels super big! It’s really really good!

Dwelling by aideomai

Do you have a hankering for the most devastating plot twist of all time? Look no further!

Nice Things by aideomai

The first time I read this fic I was stranded in Iceland due to a level three snowstorm, and it kept me warm in the cold. Yes this is a true story

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by @letteredlettered on tumblr

Identity porn! Getting hot and heavy with identities.

Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered

amazing podfic of Away Childish Things by RattleandHum

Look, look, I know. Everyone in the fandom has already read this. It’s one of The Drarry Fics of all time. But maybe somebody is new to drarry, or maybe it’s time for you to reread it. You know you want to!

The Way Down by @letteredlettered

Being friends is hard, being a person is hard. Less hard ons then you’d expect though.

Two To Shore by Lamplighter

Disregard everything else I’ve ever said. This is my favorite drarry fic of all time. Ever. They’re both in slytherin and they’re best friends.

Hermione Granger's Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by waspabi

Podfic of Hermione Granger's Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by Lazulus

Drarry road trip fic but like, everybody is there.

What We Pretend We Can't See  by gyzym

My favorite draco characterization maybe um ever.

The Loathly Worm by Selden

There’s secret identities, there’s a big monster worm. What’s not to like?

Talk to Me by Saras_Girl

My comfort fic that I cherish and adore in sickness and in health for so long as we both shall live.

It takes a Village by Saras_Girl

Drarry live in a village together, with goats and a magic trout, which I just personally really enjoy. 

Erosmancy by astolat

Erosmancy podfic by Lazulus

I come crawling back to this whenever I need a dose of raw unfiltered desperation.

Drop Dead Gorgeous by Maya

The dichotomy of extreme super silly situations and the most agonizing pining I’ve read to date.

An Emerald in The Sky by corvuscrowned

Timey-wimey

Trouble, My Old Friend by Tepre

Its important that harry faces the sexy sexy truth.

If It Takes All Night by @tackytigerfic

Draco and harry are just very good friends that are magically bonded... It gets me every gosh darn time.

Gryffindors Never Kiss and Tell by FeelsForBreakfast

This one never ever fails to pull me out of a bad mood.

hello goodbye (twas nice to know you) by tamerofdarkstars

soulmate trope!! woooo!!!

Matchmaker, Matchmaker by firethesound

Sometimes the situation is so dire that your house has to step in.

Who Shagged Harry Potter? by Faith Wood

the age old question! appropriately silly 10/10

And last but not least on this particular list,

Going Postal by dustmouth

Everything dustmouth draws is perfect and lovely. dustmouth’s ao3 account is sacred ground.

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Ignore this if you want but please a MK1 Tomas Vrbada x girlfriend Shy!Reader who’s a Earthrealmer and she’s friends with the earthrealmer gang (Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny , Kenshi) and part of Liu Kangs recruits? Like I can’t stop thinking about Tomas being a dad of a newborn twin sons who’s immediately mama boys, thanking shyreader while holding their sons for the first time, Tomas just deeply in love with her even tho they’re already dating

I am sleepy writing this so ignore the errors and how it’s kinda poorly written. I tried my best woooo

Tomas x Fem. Reader

Tomas first laid eyes on her when he and his brothers were visiting Liu Kang for a new mission and instructions. She was talking to Kenshi and Johnny and made eye contact with Tomas briefly before turning back to her conversation.

He wanted to know her more. He wanted to talk to her.

But he could not as he was required to accompany his brothers on a mission. One that determined the fate of the Lin Kuei and the brothers. Bi-Han had backstabbed the brothers while attempting to find out what Shang Tsung was up to. When they came back to the Wu Shi Academy, Liu Kang was disappointed in Bi-Han’s actions. How he was so easily convinced by Shang Tsung and his empty promises. He thought it would have turned out differently than in previous timelines.

Tomas was devastated, along with Kuai Liang. But they had to continue their lives and replace the Lin Kuei since Bi-Han had retracted the clan of being Earthrealm’s protectors. Creating a new clan with almost no recruits was difficult. It was only four of them: Tomas, Kuai Liang, Harumi, and Hanzo. The Grandmasters had hoped to build the Shirai Ryu somehow with more people, but it had its difficulties.

Smoke sees her again when Liu Kang invites them to Madame Bo’s. She is sitting between Raiden and Johnny, laughing and smiling at their banter. Tomas sat across from her, his gray eyes often shifting to look at her. She was gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking. He could not help his heart swelling in his chest.

But after the betrayal, he had some hardships with trust. Trusting others. He was afraid they would backstab him just as Bi-Han did, and their true character would be exposed. A snake. Just like Sub-Zero.

He continued stealing glances at her until they locked eyes. She smiled shyly at Tomas and shifted in her seat out of nervousness. He smiled back at her. Kuai Liang noticed this and looked at her, and then Johnny was giving her a suggestive look which made her more embarrassed. It wasn’t until Raiden was side eyeing her that she excused herself to the restroom to combat the horrible redness that invaded her cheeks and her sweating.

She was very shy even among her friends who she had grown close to. Anytime eyes were laid on her, she blushed and sweat out of nervousness. She averted her gaze and sometimes it would get so bad she felt like she was suffocating.

Liu Kang told her she may have social anxiety but she just reasoned and said it was shyness. She was not used to being around so many people. Sometimes it could be very draining.

Tomas got up from the table as well to follow her and make sure she was okay. Plus, you never know what could happen in the bathroom. He waited for her patiently to come out and when she did, she accidentally ran into him.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” She stammered as she pulled away from Tomas.

Tomas smiled sweetly. “Do not apologize. I came to make sure you were okay. Are you feeling well?”

She blushed again. “I’m okay, I just get like this. It’s nothing to be worried about. Thank you, Tomas.”

Hearing his name from her lips made him feral on the inside. His heart was beating fast and that damned smile got wider on his face. “Of course. Shall we go back?”

He held out his arm which she linked hers within his. It was a small yet powerful gesture. One that would change their lives.

Liu Kang’s recruits, Kuai Liang and Harumi, as well as Liu Kang himself eyed the two as they walked back to the table. Liu Kang smiled to himself. Just like in every other timeline, they had found each other once again. That made him feel accomplished. After everything that went wrong within his timeline, he could at least relish in what he did good.

She tried her best to ignore their gazes but she felt the blush on her cheeks redden more. Tomas only smiled at them as they sat down in their seats.

Before the night ended, she and Tomas took a quiet walk where they talked more. She seemed much more comfortable when there wasn’t a lot of people around staring. She laughed more, she smiled more, she was comfortable with him. That made him excited. Excited for his potential future with her.

“I hope to do this again with you.” He said as they walked slowly. “You really are wonderful.”

As if she could not blush any more, her cheeks darkened and she bashfully looked down. “I hope so too, Tomas. I really like talking to you and being around you.”

This was the nicest thing he had heard from someone else other than Kuai Liang. He was used to insults from Bi-Han, some stinging more than others, but her praises made his heart swell more. He felt the fluttering in his chest.

He walked her to her home that night, and after she said goodbye, she kissed him on the cheek. As shy as she was, she made the first move. He grinned as she waved goodbye as soon as she reached the front door and entered her home.

When Smoke wasn’t busy, he visited her. He brought her flowers, gifts, and took her out to dinner often. He invited her for dinner at the Shirai Ryu temple. She also invited him to dinner at her home which Tomas enjoyed as he got a break from the temple. Not that he minded, but being with her in her home was comforting. Her tortoiseshell cat adored Tomas and was very friendly to him. If he was having a bad day, he knew to go to her house to cheer up.

After some time of the puppy love, Tomas asked her the question.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked her one night as they stared up at the stars.

She was quiet at first which did not ease his beating heart, but she spoke eventually. “Yes, of course I will be. You make me very happy, Tomas, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He let out the breath he was holding and intertwined his hand with hers. “As I do too, Y/N. You are my whole world.” They continued to gaze at the stars before he gently grabbed her face and kissed her. It was like fireworks exploded in her chest.

The couple were inseparable as Tomas took her everywhere he went. Besides missions, of course. Eventually, she moved in with Tomas at the temple where Kuai Liang gladly accepted her. He was joyous to see that Tomas had found someone who loved him very much. The Czech man needed that in his life after being shunned for most of it.

Marriage came quick, but that was because of how deeply in love they were. She and Tomas were very certain that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. There was no doubt about it. She was the light in his world, and after many years of trying to be loved and accepted, he was absolutely loved by her. She adored him. Her eyes were so full of love when she looked at him. The same went for Tomas.

Tomas was very patient with her as he did not want to make her uncomfortable, especially when it came to not doing things she wanted to do. When they first made love, Tomas was nervous due to not wanting to hurt her. He knew that it would be painful, and he hated to see her in pain. Although a few tears slipped down her face, he kissed her so gently and caressed her body to distract her. He was as gentle as he could be. He waited without any hesitation and went as slow as possible for her.

Their first time together was memorable. She was a virgin, unknown to any touch, and Tomas was happy to be her first. Not in a weird possessive way, just happy that he was able to give her the first time that she deserved.

Her pregnancy did not come right away, in fact, it took some time before she got pregnant. Tomas had always offered to wear a condom, but she insisted on him not wearing one. Almost every night, he spilled his seed deep inside her, and she didn’t waste a drop. She knew that she was ready to be a mother. She was waiting for the day that it came. Tomas was so loving and sweet to her, how could she not want to bear his children?

Gagging and throwing up into the toilet, Tomas gently held her hair back as he watched her throw up. He was worried for her. He thought maybe she was ill, so he took her to the Shirai Ryu med bay. He explained the situation before they took her away to ask more questions. He was allowed to follow her as he was the Grandmaster.

“When was the first day of your last period?” The nurse asked her as she took her blood pressure.

“Uh, I think it was July 11th.” She responded in a daze.

The nurse looked up at her. “It’s October 16th. We need to run tests on you.”

The testing ensued as Tomas held her hand. He had hoped she was okay, but part of him also hoped she was pregnant. She had to have been. With her morning sickness and her emotions, it had to have been it. But he wasn’t a doctor, so he did not know.

After more testing, they eventually agreed to do an ultrasound. That would give them an answer straight away. As she was prepped and the jelly was put on her stomach, Tomas gave her a reassuring smile as they both watched the screen.

“Congratulations!” The doctor said as he watched as well. “You are having… oh my…”

She and Tomas both looked at the doctor worriedly. “What is it?”

“You are having twins.”

They were baffled, but as soon as they were finished with a few more checkups and advice for the pregnancy, Tomas picked her up and spun her around. “I cannot believe it! We are having twins!” He gave her a big kiss on her cheek as she smiled and blushed. “I cannot wait. We must tell Kuai Liang and Harumi soon!”

They decided to wait a little bit to tell Liang and Harumi as they wanted to know the genders before telling them. Tomas was so excited. So excited that he was planning the nursery with her and envisioning his life in the future. With twins, whether it was two girls, two boys, or a girl and a boy, Tomas did not care. He was just overjoyed to have babies on the way with the loveliest women in all the realms.

After one of their important appointments, they finally found out they were having twin boys. Tomas could not stop kissing her after finding out this important information as he felt his heart swell up more. He loved her so much. It made him want to cry.

She had hidden her pregnancy away from Kuai and Harumi with oversized clothing, but now it was time to break the news to them. Eating dinner together, Tomas grabbed her hand and interlocked it as he cleared his throat.

“We have something to tell you.” Tomas said as he smiled wide. Kuai Liang looked up and Harumi’s eyes were wide.

“We have twin boys on the way.” Tomas’ wife said quietly as she felt herself getting shy.

Kuai Liang’s mouth was slightly agape as Harumi grinned and clapped. “Oh my Gods! Congratulations!”

“Twin boys,” Kuai said in almost awe. “How wonderful that is. We are so happy for you both.” He quirked a smile as well. Tomas chuckled as he gently rubbed his thumb along his wife’s hand. This was the family he had always wanted. Although Bi-Han was not here to join them, he was happy that he had Kuai and Harumi still, along with his wife.

The rest of the pregnancy went by quickly as Y/N’s bump got bigger and it was beginning to become difficult to do much. Her bump was large and weighed on her back heavily. Tomas did everything he could to alleviate her pregnancy discomfort, but she was absolutely ready to pop these boys out of her. As the day of labor approached, her anxieties increased but she was excited. She did not know how childbirth would be, but she hoped that it went smoothly.

Childbirth did not ever go so smoothly, especially with twins. Her contractions were extremely painful despite how much Tomas rubbed her back or tried comforting her. They wracked her body as she moved into different positions in order to alleviate the discomfort.

The doctors and nurses continued checking her dilation until she was ready to give birth. Which eventually came, making many medical professionals run into the room to help her deliver. She gripped Tomas’ hand hard as she gritted her teeth to begin pushing. It was overwhelmingly painful, and she let out grunts and groans of pain. Tomas felt bad while watching her give birth. She was sweating and she looked faint. But she was still the more beautiful woman in the world to him. He supported her and told her how proud he was of her and how good she was doing. She panted, but she flashed a small, nervous smile at Tomas who returned it back.

The first boy came out crying as the nurses began to wipe him down and lay him on her chest. She cried as she held the first twin close to her while Tomas shed tears of his own. He was so happy, so proud. The second twin came out not long after and was placed on the other side of her chest while doctors began to clean up and also allowed Tomas to cut the umbilical cords. They rested on her chest after being wrapped up and fed from her as everyone began to clear out from the room which left her, Tomas, and their babies.

“They are so beautiful.” Tomas said as his eyes shed more tears.

She smiled at him with her eyes full of her own tears. “They are. I love them so much. I love you, Tomas.”

“I love you more, my wisp.”

After they had fed and were sleeping peacefully, Tomas held both of his sons to his chest. “I will forever protect you all. You are my life.” He looked at his tired wife he was beginning to doze off. “And thank you so much for the life you have given me. Since the day I met you, I have loved you. Thank you for being so kind to me, and thank you for mothering our sons.”

She felt another flood of emotions as tears fell down her face. Tomas gently wiped them away with a free hand. “Thank you, my love. The same goes for you. I do not know what I would do without you or our sons. I love you all.”

He kissed her before she fell asleep completely. His sons curled close to him as he admired them. They were a mix between Tomas and Y/N.

They were now his life. His family. He had a family of his own now. He could make things right again. And not make the same mistakes as he did when he was a child.

[sailxrmxrs]

so. it's been a few months. OOPS. the creative juices have not been flowing lately BUT WE ARE SO BACK. and getting festive!! today we're decorating for christmas with our beloved infinite blue boys. this one won't be full fics but more so thoughts strung together. throwing my brain at my computer screen and seeing what sticks type beat. shoutout to itsu for the art that made me go insane abt the boys and desperate to write smth again. also shoutout to ito for listening to me ramble my thoughts aloud. always a pleasure to brainrot with u. determined to try and get back to regular writing but we shall see how that goes LMAO. for now enjoy christmas decorating gamers WOOOO.

♡ leo ♡

Leo gets SO excited for Christmas time. He loves seeing the neighbourhood lit up with strings of lights and bright displays of festivity. He's not one to hold back either with his own decorations. Leo has built up a rather eclectic collection of decorations and baubles for his Christmas tree, most of them being movie references or themed. Stormtrooper wearing a Santa hat, a resin hanging decoration made to look like a stack of Lord of the Rings books, that sort of thing. He excitedly asks what sort of fun decorations you own or want to get because he wants the tree to match both of your interests. Definitely surprises you with a few that he thinks you'll like, barely able to contain himself. Leo is bad at keeping presents a surprise. He just loves seeing how excited you get!! Very much the embodiment of golden retriever boyfriend. Always. I can see Leo also having some decorations with sentimental value too. Like this one bauble he painted as a kid that's definitely not the prettiest mix of colours, but it brings back memories of childhood and excitedly trying to stay up late to see Santa leaving presents behind. He LOVES good christmas tradition too. Every Christmas Eve he's watching the same movie (probably Home Alone) with an array of snacks laid out to enjoy. He loves getting to share it all with you too as well as starting new traditions for future Christmases together. For example, this year he dumped strips of coloured paper on the floor, put his Christmas playlist on, and declared you were both making paper chains and paper snowflakes to hang around the house with the tinsel already on display. There's no such thing as too many decorations in Leo's world so I hope you're prepared for your home to look like a festive spirit exploded in every room. Bonus note he also owns sets of festive pyjamas specifically for December and will only wear these. If it's not Christmas related he isn't touching it. Also owns slippers made to look like reindeer.

♡ milo ♡

Milo might just be the worst one to decorate for Christmas with. He's never really been overly fussed about buying decorations or a tree and has literally nothing of the sort at home. He hadn't even considered the thought that you might want to indulge a little and spend a day or two putting up lights or finding a tree for your shared living room. When you do mention the idea to him, Milo is somewhat surprised, but will nod along that sure you can get a tree. Will suggest you buy one of those pop-up trees that comes with the ornaments already attached because it's easier and will only take a couple minutes to set up and put into place. It takes a lot of convincing to sway him away from that idea. He doesn't seem to realise that half the fun is spending hours fighting the tangled mess of lights, or finding that one specific ornament you bought a few years ago just to hang front and centre on the tree. Will only agree to it if you promise to buy him an early Christmas present too. Bribery is a wonderful tool for convincing Milo to join in all the traditional couple behaviours and outings. He'll enjoy it once he's there and sees how much you're enjoying yourself, but will make a point to complain about the weather, or that he's getting bored looking at different variations of the same lights. His boredom is easily cured by a request to get food before heading home. Once you're home, he offers to reach all the tallest parts you can't reach, but not before making a smug joke about how you only asked him to help because you wanted the extra pair of hands. At the end of it all, he'll be stood behind you, arms enclosed around you and pulling your back against his chest. Will rest his chin atop your head and admit that yes, he had a lot of fun today and yes he will do it again next year. Offers to take you out again next weekend to go ice skating or put together gingerbread houses. Just as long as you don't make him wear one of those awful Christmas jumpers Leo sent a picture of himself wearing the other day. You don't make any promises.

♡ rory ♡

Ever the hopeless romantic, Rory equally adores and despises this time of year. He loves the romanticism of the festive atmosphere, the twinkling fairy lights, the decadence of the food. He's secretly been craving the chance to share it all with someone else. But he would never admit to it. Which is also the cause for his self-proclaimed hatred of the holiday season. He likes to lament about how so much of it is commercialised and specifically catered to couples wanting an excuse to show off how cute they are. He'll acutely ignore the fact that you came home to him watching one of those cheesy Netflix Christmas rom-coms. The type where a prince gets isekaied into the suburbs of New York and falls in love with generic city woman. Will try to hide his face in the neckline of his sweater while you set down boxes of decorations to dress up the room. Claims he wants no part of it and acts all indifferent to your enthusiasm, though it is blatantly evident on his face that he actually means the exact opposite. So you get to hanging baubles from the tree, singing along to Christmas songs as they chime from the speakers. It's when you notice Rory stand up, eyes flickering from you, to the tree, to the floor, that you ask if he would like to give you a hand. Will say no, but you should move that one ornament a bit higher up. It will look better there. Or maybe add a different coloured one there to brighten up that section. Pass a box of ornaments to him and tell him that if he's going to comment on your decorating then he better just do it himself. Rory acts as though this is some large inconvenience but within minutes he's quietly singing along under his breath, a rosy colour staining his cheeks. Pull out some mistletoe and watch him turn an even brighter red. Do it I dare u. And once the room is sufficiently dressed up for Christmas, Rory will collapse back on the sofa, shyly admitting how much he loved spending the time with you as you burrow into the warmth of his side. Will get a little flustered but tries to play it cool until you tease him about finishing the rom-com you caught him watching earlier. Goes to push you away but immediately pulls you back in. Maybe he can be a little more affectionate than usual today. Maybe.

♡ alexei ♡

Alexei doesn't usually decorate a whole lot around the festive season. It's not for a lack of wanting to, nor does he dislike it at all, but rather he just never felt like he had a reason to before. For him, Christmas always felt like a very family-oriented time of year so after he moved out, the thought simply never occurred to him that he could go out and buy a tree and ornaments, even just for his desk at work. When you pose the idea to him to get your home all decorated up for the season, Alexei's interest is piqued. He will scroll for ideas on how to pick a colour theme and will get really into the colour ratio of the baubles too. He lines the tree with golden fairy lights and makes sure the balance of red and green baubles is even. Makes sure to find tinsel that matches the exact shades as well so it doesn't look mismatched at all. It's really rather cute how focused he'll get over it, eyebrows furrowed and this tiny little crease in his forehead. Stands with a look a pure concentration in the way his eyes are surveying the tree from top to bottom, his finger tapping against his lip while you watch from your spot on the sofa sipping a hot chocolate Alexei made for you. You tried to tell him he doesn't need to take it so seriously with the way he's alternating between different coloured baubles but your voice falls on deaf ears. He'll stand back to admire his handiwork, looking to you for excitable approval. Once he deems it good enough, Alexei will lay down, his head just beneath the tree, and he'll gesture for you to join him. He feels all tired out after a day of decorating and has a distinct urge to nap under the tree like a cat. Will sleepily ramble about how he's been looking forward to spending the holiday with you, how he's excited to try all these new things and start ned traditions with you until eventually his eyes betray him and they blink slower and slower and he's falling asleep in your arms.

♡ brooklyn ♡

Brooklyn's home on Christmas is a sight to behold. The man knows how to decorate no matter what the occasion may be. He always loves to make a day of it too. Expect him to wake you up with a cup of tea, already dressed in a cosy Christmas sweater with his hair unstyled and a little messy. Winter Brooklyn is a delight for the eyes. Especially when he's got a hand-knitted scarf bundled around his neck and matching gloves warming his hands. Drives you to a local Christmas tree farm he always visits on the first weekend of December every year without fail. The owners know him by name at this point and are particularly excited to see he has company this year. His hand is entwined in yours as you wander around, talking and musing together over which tree would fit best. If it's snowing, expect Brooklyn to flick a snow-covered branch at you, a dusting of cold powder freckling your cheeks. Will laugh but lets you throw a snowball at him as payment for the attack. Once you pick out the perfect tree, Brooklyn takes you to a local Christmas market to pick out some new decorations. He has a rather rigorous theme he likes to stick to but wants to add something meaningful to signify the two of you—especially with this being your first Christmas together. He tries not to go too overboard and is only stopped by the sight of a stall offering decadent mugs of hot chocolate. Once you're back home and in the warm, Brooklyn is lighting the fireplace, along with a few festive themed candles, and rolling up his sleeves. It's at this point you see just how serious he is about Christmas decorating. And it certainly pays off because once you're both done, the tree looks like someone opened pinterest, found the most visually pleasing tree and managed to extract it and place it directly in your living room. Brooklyn looks very pleased with himself as you praise his well thought out planning. Ends the day with a surprise gift for you because his family always had a tradition of giving a gift on Christmas tree day and he wants to keep that going with you. Is generally just the embodiment of Christmas rom-com love interest with how perfect he makes the day turn out to be.

♡ tobias ♡

Decorating with Tobias is so unbelievably chaotic. There is no rhyme or reason to the scattering of ornaments all over the floor. Decorations are everywhere except where they are supposed to be. He claims he's got a strategy but you're not so certain. He also doesn't really bother with any particular colour theming and just picks out what he thinks looks cool. Loves to have a range of different shapes and colours for the ornaments. Also buys a string of multicoloured flashing lights to drape around the tree because 'regular white lights are boring'. Tobias doesn't care too much about whether you put up a plastic tree or a real one, that is until he sees Brooklyn post a photo of his own Christmas tree on instagram and suddenly Tobias wants to buy a real tree too and make it look as aesthetically pleasing as possible. So he's dragging you out into the cold to go and buy one. Finds his idea of the perfect tree after a good hour of deliberating over which one looks best. Wants one that's got a good shape to it and has plenty of branches. In doing so, however, he very much overestimates how big his car is and how big his apartment is. Drives home with the top of the tree sticking between the seats it's basically sitting on the passenger seat with you. And then there's getting it into his apartment. It's just a little bit too tall so the top of the tree is bent over a little against the ceiling. Tobias rejects your idea to buy a saw and cut the trunk down because surely you can just trim to top, right? No, Tobias, you cannot. Ends up deciding to bend it so the top is angled down a little since you won't let him take the kitchen scissors to it. You're about to attempt to put the star on top until Tobias stops you, claiming he needs to make some adjustments before it goes up. Runs into the bedroom and returns like five minutes later with the star but now it has a picture of his face taped onto the front. Reaches up to put it on the tree but because it's a little too tall, the star is angled down so it looks like star Tobias is watching over like some cursed angelic watchman. Leo is very unsettled when he comes over to visit.

[merakiui]

Ghost Marriage Idia does look so good in that suit 😩 I always wonder how'd he look if he actually wore the school uniform cause I bet he'd look really handsome!!! I have seen some fan art of it but I'd love to see it in the game's official art orz Unrelated but not really, I hope we see more of that bravado and cockiness that Styx Idia has in Book 7. Also it's so funny that it's IDIA of all ppl that has to go up against Malleus, good luck Idia - Amethyst Anon

He’s a masterpiece in that suit omg!!!! \(//∇//)\ I have also seen fanart of him in the uniform and aaaaaa I wish he’d wear it once in twst,,,, just once, Idia. Please. OTL when he has some confidence and isn’t so gloomy or self-deprecating, he’s actually quite charming!! Although even if he never wears the uniform, he’s still charming to me, flaws and all. He’s just so babygirl, always so scrunkly and cute and funny. >o<

Styx Idia’s cockiness really did a number on me!!!! He’s so oddly rizzy????? AAAAAAA I will never forget the delivery of the line “I’m the boss” when he’s talking to the kidnapped students. orz woooo 😮‍💨 he’s so !!!!! Anything Mr. Acting Director wants, he shall get. I can be Idia’s discord kitten and for Styx Idia I will be his lab rat hehe!!

Ramblings aside, I also hope to see that cocky attitude in book seven!!! It’s always so refreshing when he’s confident! :D

[kennalolz]

Unexpected Flames

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You had always admired Konig from afar, captivated by his strong and confident demeanor. His commanding presence drew you in like a moth to a flame. Little did you know that he had noticed your glances and had become intrigued by you as well.

One day, as fate would have it, you found yourself alone in the training room with Konig. Your heart raced, and your palms grew clammy, unsure of how to act in his presence. His piercing gaze met yours, and a mischievous smile played at the corner of his lips.

"Seems like we finally have some privacy," he remarked, his voice low and smooth. "Is there something on your mind, my dear?"

You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I've always admired your skills, Konig. You're an incredible soldier."

His smile widened, and he took a step closer to you. "I've noticed your admiration. And I must say, I find you quite intriguing as well."

Heat rushed to your cheeks as his compliment sent shivers down your spine. This unexpected turn of events left you both feeling a surge of desire and curiosity.

Leaning against the training room wall, Konig tilted his head slightly, studying you intently. "Tell me, what do you desire, my dear? What secrets lie beneath that innocent facade?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, the tension between you both palpable. Emboldened by his words, you took a step forward, your voice filled with newfound confidence. "I want to know what it feels like to be consumed by the fire that burns within you, Konig."

A flicker of desire flashed across his eyes. He closed the distance between you, his breath mingling with yours. His hand gently cupped your cheek as he whispered, "You shall feel the flames, my dear. But remember, once ignited, they will not easily be extinguished."

With a surge of boldness, you closed the remaining space between you, crashing your lips against his. The kiss was electric, a perfect union of passion and longing. Konig's hands roamed your body, igniting a hunger deep within you that you had never known before.

The training room became a battleground for desire as your bodies melded together, the intensity of your connection growing with every touch. Your inhibitions were shed, and you both indulged in the fire that burned between you.

Time lost all meaning as you explored each other, an intricate dance of pleasure and surrender. Konig's skilled hands left no part of you untouched, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. The room filled with heated moans and whispers of desire, your connection growing stronger with every breath.

As the flames of passion reached their peak, you both clung to each other, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. The room was filled with heavy breaths and soft whispers, the embers of desire slowly subsiding.

As you lay entwined with Konig, catching your breath, you realized that the fire that burned within him was a reflection of your own desires. It was a flame that would continue to smolder long after this passionate encounter.

[intriq]

Midnight

warnings: mentions blood, death, little bit of fighting, depression, mentions of guns/getting shot, etc etc NO USE OF Y/N

Part 2 of Little Moon

Part 1, part 2, part 3

Word Count: 5.7k words

Authors discussion n shizzle:

Hi y’all sorry this took so long to do. But it’s here and I’m happy and it’s long as FUCK.

Like it’s twice as long as part 1, and it’s so bad everyone voted I break this up into a 3rd part so like, yea

I’m publishing this while the 2 yr old I’m babysitting is down fr his nap so like woooo

I’d like to thank my beta readers n co owners of Little Moon for reading this shit (I’m sorry if u cried): my bestie aka @deaths-favorite-star , terra, Apollo (Taylor swift and bat brat versions), bri, and lilac

mostly cus without them this wouldn’t even be possible/done lol

let’s get on w this shall we? Hope you all enjoy <3

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

Months have passed since your death.

In those months the children of Bruce Wayne, whether adopted or biological, grieve. All of them mourned you.

There are seldom times your grave is without fresh flowers or some sort of visitor, who either sits in silence or just talks to the headstone in a conversation that they know they’ll never get your input on again.

Your bedroom is in the same state of familiarity, too.

On some days, Alfred has to force Bruce to get out of bed or to even come home.

No one looks at Alfred quite the same anymore, but no one looks at Alfred with the same disgust as Alfred’s own reflection.

✧✿✧

Since the funeral, family dinners went from being twice a week, to just once.

And then they went to once a month, with Alfred having to just watch as the number of people who attended them dwindled, before eventually they came to a total stop.

✧✿✧

Today is another day of distant and silent mourning, as Alfred stands in his room, looking through pictures of you and Bruce as children.

Down the hallway as Alfred looks at a picture of you on your seventh (7th) birthday, he hears Cassandra softly crying down the hall in your bedroom.

During your birthday that year, when you’d turned seven (7) years old, Alfred remembers how the only thing you’d asked for was a cake. Specifically, you requested that he let you help him bake your birthday cake.

Alfred can’t help but smile, even just slightly, as he remembers how big of a mess you’d made when you had attempted to dump the entire bag of flour into the mixing bowl.

He also can’t help but remember that after a long day of celebrating your birthday, it was the first night since you’d come to live with him and Bruce that you hadn’t woken up once because of a nightmare.

✧✿✧

Alfred had been in Bruce’s study when the news came.

A tray of food in hand, he’d been begging Bruce to eat something. Anything, even if it was just a piece of toast that he hadn’t prepared himself.

“Master Bruce, you haven’t eaten in the past few days. Please, take at least one bite.”

Bruce only raises his head, dark circles under his eyes as he just blankly stares at him. An almost soulless look, one that gives a hollow feeling of emptiness.

Across the desk in Bruce’s study are papers, books, various gadgets in states of disrepair or in the middle of being made, as well as schematics for them that have the occasional ring-shaped coffee stain on them.

“Not now, Alfred. I have things to do,” Is Bruce’s only reply, a hoarse and exhausted sounding tone held within his words.

Alfred’s coming words of protest are silenced by the sounds of an alarm going off. Not too loud but neither too quiet, but just enough to make Alfred go silent.

NEW HUNTER DETECTED

That’s what the screen on Bruce’s computer read.

Various screens pop up on Bruce’s computer, each showing feed from different CCTV cameras of a person moving through Gotham and killing vampires in their wake.

The videos in question had been saved from numerous different days in the past few weeks, all adding up together once there was enough saved to trigger the algorithm that Tim had made. Specifically, it was designed to use the cameras around Gotham to track and keep note of Vampire Hunters and vampire attacks. Made solely to help prevent someone else from suffering the same fate you did.

All to prevent them from having to lose someone else.

Bruce and Alfred watch as the videos play, watching as the new hunter the algorithm had detected took out various vampires across the city of Gotham. But what made Bruce rub the drowsiness from his eyes as he leans forward, peering closer at the numerous video feeds was not because of how they looked.

No, it was because of how they moved.

The way they moved was eerily familiar. The way they moved with such precision that only got better and better with each new video feed that grew to be more recent was what had Bruce holding his breath.

While they had kept you from knowing the world of Vampire Hunting most of your life, they hadn’t let you be completely defenseless.

Which was why it was so eerie to see that the way this person was moving, was by using moves he’d only ever taught you. It was unmistakable, really. Bruce had grown up with you, knew most of the little habits you had. He knew you better than he knew himself sometimes.

Bruce is unsure if he wants to let himself grow delusional about whether or not it was who he thought it was. Should he? Could he? Was it even worth the pain it’d bring by opening up old wounds, to bring back the choking hold of grief?

Bruce can feel Alfred staring at him, because he gets that same feeling of familiarity. But it should be impossible. It couldn’t be possible.

But was it? Could it be?

Alfred sets the tray of food down on Bruce’s desk, taking the opportunity to clean up some of its disorganized mess. But it’s only because he doesn’t want to let his mind wander like Bruce’s is. He already lets it wander far enough when he looks through photo albums and when he sees his face reflected off the tea he drinks in the morning, in the mirror, off the windows, and on the screen of Bruce’s computer.

Bruce doesn’t even acknowledge the tray of food Alfred leaves on his desk, only getting up after receiving a notification on the screen that the new hunter was spotted again. Bruce already felt the idea of who it could be creeping into his mind and clinging there, leaving him wondering. Wanting to know. Needing to know, to get his question answered.

“I’ll be out for a while.”

“Will I expect you back for dinner today, Master Bruce?”

Alfred is only met with silence as Bruce grabs what he needs and heads out the door. Which gives him his answer.

“At least come back unscathed, Master Bruce. I don’t think they want you to join them just yet.”

“Don’t act like you know what they would’ve wanted, Alfred.”

Alfred goes quiet again. He understands, after all. He knows Bruce is still hurting, just like the others are. Alfred was the last person to see you alive, and was the only one there when you drew your last breath. They resent him for that.

But they also can’t look at him the same after knowing that it was because of him that you drew in that last gasp of air, held in his arms in that cold, dirty alley whilst the sun rose in the distance.

What makes it worse was just how often you used to like watching the sun rise. It was often when the others finally returned from their patrols, having spent all night hunting down vampires to make Gotham even just a little safer.

And every time, you’d be there, waiting for them. You’d welcome them home, tend to their injuries, and if they had a particularly rough night you’d even make them something, though it was usually some sort of baked dessert, like cake or cookies. And even though Bruce had a disdain for anything overly sweet, he’d still eat whatever cake you’d baked for him, even if it was so sweet it made him feel nauseous.

But no matter how much of a disdain Bruce had for sweet foods in general, he never could quite turn them down when you made them. You always had a smile with comforting words to follow, all to mask just how truly worried about him you were. Bruce knew that you always wanted, deep down, for him to stop being a vampire hunter. But you knew he couldn’t nor wouldn’t stop, so you always kept quiet about it.

If you weren’t so worried, if Bruce did anything to ease your worries, would you have let him know that you wanted to be walked home that night? He’d seen the unsent text message. Tim showed it to him. It’d been easy for Tim to find, with how unprotected your phone was from hackers and the like. You had deleted the message, and Bruce knew why.

It was because you felt guilty about even thinking of asking for his help. You knew how busy he was saving Gotham from vampires, which meant you could never work up the courage to ask him. He’d already helped you so many times before, and you barely could do anything to help him. Would things be different, Bruce thinks, if he’d texted you to make sure you got home safe instead of focusing on his patrol? Would you still be here, alive and well? Would you be here, saying goodbye to him as he heads out, telling him to stay safe?

Bruce forces the thoughts to shake free from his head as he swiftly departs, not allowing himself to turn around, knowing only that his heart would ache when he doesn’t see you there waiting for him. It’s always hurt, because the first few days he’d always mistakenly hear you calling out for him, sometimes even thinks he’d see you in the corner of his eye.

But whenever he’d turn and look, you weren’t there, and Bruce remembers.

✧✿✧

It takes a few minutes for Bruce to track down the new vampire hunter who’d somehow been able to avoid making Tim’s detection system go off, as it should have alerted Bruce to their presence months ago. The night is cold since autumn is right around the corner, and it reminds Bruce of just how cold that night was when you’d been brought to Wayne manor.

Bruce reminds himself to focus as he follows the new vampire hunter, who moves through Gotham as if they know the place by heart. Which almost seems odd to know every part of Gotham, when they’d only been detected less than six months ago. It’s odd, because the system has only had a record of their existence from that time frame. The program couldn’t even pick up data from normal Gotham citizens from before that to link it back to them.

It was odd.

So, so incredibly odd. Almost an off-putting, eerie kind. The type you get when you walk down the street at night and suddenly don’t feel alone, like you shouldn’t be there.

Bruce has this odd, eerie feeling for almost fifteen minutes before he realizes. The world’s greatest detective, they say, and it took him fifteen minutes of following this new vampire hunter to realize they were leading him in a circle. That they knew they were being followed.

When Bruce realizes he’s been following the new vampire hunter blindly for fifteen minutes in that same circle, the vampire hunter seems to know, too.

“Took you long enough to notice, Batman. You're getting awfully slow.”

Why does that voice sound so familiar?

Why does Bruce feel like he’s heard it somewhere before? And why is the familiarity hurting him?

Bruce leaps down from the rooftop he rests upon, landing on the street beside them. That feeling that screams in Bruce’s head that he knows who this vampire hunter is, who they are underneath the mask, is hideously strong. Almost sickeningly so.

But who is it?

Bruce narrowly avoids the punch the vampire hunter has swinging his way when he snaps out of his thoughts. Getting distracted and in a daze when confronting someone isn’t smart, he knows that. He taught Dick and Jason never to lose focus in a fight.

But yet here he is, losing focus.

Jason would probably find it ironic if he were here right now.

“Focus, Batman. Isn’t that what you taught those boys of yours?”

Behind Bruce’s mask, his face is scrunched up in confusion. Contorted as he continues to try and avoid getting hit, because he hates just how easy it is for him to lose focus because of just one thought.

But yet, even despite how familiar these moves are- which are the only reasons he’s able to avoid them even at the last possible moment- there’s something that bothers him, something that he realizes. The vampire hunter who is fighting him, attacking him, isn’t doing it with the purpose most others would.

It’s almost like it’s some sort of warning, as they change the trajectory of their moves to only hit the most non-vital points. Areas where it won’t do anything but leave a nasty bruise.

Which is odd, considering Bruce now realizes after a particular glint in the fluorescent lighting of the street lights that line the roads of Gotham, when the mask of the vampire hunter before him slips just enough when Bruce finally strikes back is that there are fangs.

Fangs.

The vampire hunter right in front of Bruce, the one that has managed to evade program that Tim spent weeks coding, the same vampire hunter that is refusing to strike Bruce anywhere vital as if some sign of guilt, is a vampire.

A vampire, hunting down and killing other vampires. Killing them. In a most brutal fashion, too, based on what Bruce and Alfred saw in the collected video files.

Why is a vampire, a creature that exists to attack and feed off of humans, trying to avoid hurting him?

Why?

Bruce can’t make sense of it. He can’t. There is virtually no reason for any vampire in Gotham, in the entirety of this world, that they would be trying to not hurt him.

Most vampires attempt to kill him on sight. So why isn’t this one? Why is it acting so… odd?

Bruce twists around the outstretched, reaching arm of the vampire hunter as they move in a pattern that Bruce is quickly learning. They never differ or change the pattern, no matter how often Bruce is able to evade their attacks. And with that open window of opportunity, he takes the chance to collect a sample of their DNA.

Some blood, to be specific.

The vampire… hunter lets out some sort of noise of pain. Not quite a shriek, nor a yelp, but just a noise. And just as soon as they started attacking Bruce, they are trying to flee.

And before Bruce can attempt to stop them, they are gone.

But that’s fine, because Bruce has what he came for. A blood sample.

Enough for Bruce to test, to compare to others in the database to see who they are.

Because that is the question lingering on his mind. Who is it? Just who is this new vampire hunter that has been able to leave a growing pile of bodies in their wake in just mere months?

✧✿✧

Bruce doesn’t waste a moment, ignoring Alfred’s pleas to let him look over and treat his injuries, as minor as they are. Just a few bruises that will heal.

He doesn’t waste a moment in immediately getting to work on finding out who that vampire is. Who the vampire hunting down and killing other vampires is, who they are underneath that mask.

After loading the sample into the batcomputer, he waits. Sitting there with so much impatience, so eager to find out who it is. It’s almost suffocating just how badly he wants it to just finish already, to just show him the results.

Alfred takes the opportunity, though, to place another tray full of food in front of Bruce. Because it’s now been a few days since Bruce last ate, and the only thing he’s done is keep himself hydrated.

Bruce attempts to protest, but he relents at the painful gnawing in his stomach. No longer able to keep himself sufficiently distracted to not notice just how hungry he is. But all he does is take small, slow bites, watching the progress the batcomputer is making on the sample.

He eats so slowly that by the time the sample is eighty [80] percent analyzed, the food has grown cold. So cold that it makes Bruce not want to eat anymore, even if he’s barely even touched any of the food. But Alfred is happy anyway, because he’s happy that Bruce has something in his stomach.

Even if it’s not a whole lot.

✧✿✧

When Bruce saw the results, his mouth went dry. His chest felt like an unrelenting void, filled with a crashing tidal wave. The creeping feeling that fills him is just as terrifying.

Alfred had to practically pry Bruce away from the batcomputer, as he mumbles nothing but words about how the results had to be wrong.

How there was no possible way that the blood sample belonged to and came from just who the batcomputer said it did.

So now here everyone was, called here by Alfred. Stated to be an absolute and utter emergency, and that excuses would not be tolerated. It was absolutely mandatory, and emergencies were to be ignored because this was the emergency.

Jason didn’t want to be here. Dick didn’t want to be here.

None of them wanted to be here. Not in the same home they’d ‘grown up’ in, that now held nothing but bitter reminders of a certain death. The death of someone they viewed as a child, a sibling, a parent. A role model.

You. Your death.

But yet here they are. Unable to avoid it, because it was an order. An order that it was an emergency, and no one could turn away when someone raises the alarm about something being an emergency.

When everyone arrives, Bruce is already seated in his office. He almost seems emotionless, like there isn’t even an ounce of life behind his eyes as he simply stares ahead, blankly.

He doesn’t even react when they all close the door behind themselves, his eyes only moving up once Dick stands in front of him.

“Why were we called here, Bruce?”

Dick’s voice sounds tired. But that’s because he is tired. He’s so, so tired of grieving. Of mourning you. Of feeling like that total and utter failure that he knows he is because he got lazy on one stupid patrol.

He’s tired of feeling like this. Feeling like he’s stuck in a deep pit of sadness and guilt, sadness because you died. Guilt because you died when he wasn’t looking hard enough. But yet, there’s also anger.

Anger at himself.

But Bruce doesn’t have the energy to answer Dick’s question, so Alfred does the talking. He shows the videos, also shows Bruce’s encounter with the vampire hunter. Everyone doesn’t quite understand just why there was an emergency meeting being called over a vampire hunter. Sure, it was alarming they were a vampire but that wasn’t cause for an emergency.

That is, until Alfred shows the results from the batcomputer. Results of who the DNA belongs to.

And while some seem surprised, some in a state of utter shock, others just feel.. Numb. Like there was nothing they could feel besides the ever consuming pit of nothingness in their chest.

But everyone is in disbelief, just as Bruce was. Is, more like.

The results showed a one-hundred [100] percent match for the last person they expected. The last person they even wanted to believe it could be.

You.

You, who was supposed to be dead. Buried six [6] feet under the ground in the cemetery on the grounds of the Wayne manor.

Dick wants to feel sick. Jason, too. Damian feels his stomach lurching as well, but he doesn’t let it show. He refuses to.

They all don’t want to believe the results are true, just as Bruce did. Because it should be simply impossible, right? They all made sure you were dead before burying you.

“But that’s impossible. We made sure. Alfred-... He…” The words choke and die in Tim’s throat. But everyone knows what he means. How could they not?

Alfred made sure, because he was the one who dealt the killing blow.

Those are the words that go unspoken. The truth, as disgusting and heavy as it is.

But is it the truth? Did Alfred actually deal the killing blow?

And the truth is, they hadn’t double checked. So lost in their grief over your bloody body that Alfred brought back to the manor they hadn’t even bothered to check and make sure that Alfred had actually shot you in the heart.

They had just assumed he had.

“Alfred… You.. You checked, right?”

Dick’s voice is shaky, as ragged and rushed as his breathing. He feels like he already knows the answer, but god does he want to be wrong.

But the way Alfred clenches his jaw and his eyes focus on that abandoned tray of food from much earlier, food long since grown cold, gives Dick his answer.

“Bruce? You checked, right?”

Tim is the one to ask this time. Because surely, there is no way that Bruce didn’t check and confirm for himself. He’s thorough, he always is. There isn’t any realm of possibility that Bruce didn’t check… Right?

Right?

When Bruce doesn’t answer, there’s a look of disbelief on just about everyone's faces. Bruce Wayne, the ever thorough and the world’s ‘greatest detective’, renowned vampire hunter Batman, didn’t double check that you were dead?

“You checked, right?”

“No. I didn’t.”

And now everyone is left with the horrifying, dawning realization of just one thing. A simple thought that is horrifying to picture, to imagine. To even now be known as a reality.

They’d practically buried you alive.

Everyone quickly dispersed after that. No one could stand to be in the same room as each other, because even though they know they rightfully have no right to blame one another, even though they could blame themselves, it’s all they think about.

You were alive. Alive.

All this time you’d been alive while they mourned you. While Dick blamed himself, while Damian blamed Dick for the reason you were no longer present.

Damian feels sick to his stomach at just how angry he was at Dick in the past. Of the things he’d said to him, blaming him for your death. When you weren’t even dead.

Jason can feel nauseating guilt creeping in his chest, too. Ripping open a swallowing, fathomless pit. He’d screamed at Alfred. Been angry with him, caused him so much pain. Alfred hadn’t even killed you, and he’d been so angry at Alfred.

But the sudden appearance of the vampire hunter is making sense. It coincides with your death, somewhat. With the recovery period a vampire would need to recover from a wound like the one you’d taken.

But it makes so, so much sense.

✧✿✧

Six months ago is when Cass was out tracking a vampire. Well, more-so a large nest of them. One that held connections in various cities, dangerous and leaving an endless, bloody wake of victims.

Perhaps it was because of the grief clouding her mind, that thought of how this group could be the ones responsible. The one responsible for your death.

So she got sloppy. Just a little bit. Enough to make a small error that she normally wouldn’t make.

Cass hadn’t taken the time she usually did to make sure she was sure of just how many vampires actually lived in that nest before she charged into it to take out the vampires that resided there. The information hadn’t been totally accurate, it’d missed a few vampires. So she’d been quickly overrun, out of supplies with not even enough bullets to last her.

But just as Cass thinks she’s going to die for her margin of error, as she decides to resign to her fate because hey, it means she’ll get to see you again, the vampires that are about to kill her are dead.

And there’s a figure standing over their bloody remains that seems oddly familiar to Cass. But she can’t quite place it. At least, she couldn’t then.

“I thought you were taught better than this. This is a stupid mistake, even for you.”

Before Cass can ask the obvious question that’s scratching at the back of her mind, the figure is gone just as quick as they appeared. Leaving nothing evident of their presence, besides the dead vampires.

✧✿✧

They’d all been in some sort of predicament caused by their overwhelming grief that meant they’d needed someone to save their ass. And you had. You’d been there to rescue them from their mistakes every single time.

You’d saved Cass from death, been there to save Jason during the few times he’d been distracted [even if all he’d glimpsed of you was your retreating silhouette], and so much more.

But why had you never shown yourself to them? Why had you let them wallow in their own self pity and grief over your death, when you hadn’t even died?

Perhaps there was an answer to this question they didn’t yet have.

But it was no matter. They had time to get the answer they so desperately wanted. They had a means to find you the next time you appeared, all they had to do was wait.

✧✿✧

And wait they did.

It took almost a week before you appeared again, presumably to lay low for a while after that encounter with Bruce. As if it would stop them from figuring out the truth.

They’d even checked your grave. And god, were they horrified to find that it was empty, just as they’d feared.

But yes, when you’d appeared again after lying low for a week, Jason was the one sent to go talk to you. You’d always had a soft spot for him, after all.

So in his Red Hood gear, he approaches you. He wasn’t even sure if he should be surprised that you seemed to know he was there the moment he’d landed on that same rooftop as you.

But maybe he should, since he knows neither Bruce nor Alfred gave you any training to be a vampire hunter. They wanted you to stay as far away as possible from it, after all.

But perhaps that distance is why you’d never stood a chance the night you’d been attacked. Maybe it was the lack of making sure you were prepared to face the threats that lie in the very shadows they hunted in.

Jason sees your moments from fleeing from the way you visibly tense up and flinch when he steps closer to you, so he stops. He entirely freezes, because the last thing he wants is for you to disappear again.

“We know it’s you,” Is all Jason calls out, paired with your name instead of the nickname he’d always refer to you by. A parental nickname, something similar to the way children call their parents Mom or Dad, but entirely different and unique to you.

Jason watches the way you seem to think, still frozen in a stance that says you're seconds from fleeing, that him making the wrong choice is all it takes for you to disappear. But this time it’d be Jason’s fault that you're gone, not Dick’s.

“We aren’t mad, I promise.”

Bad thing to start off with, Jason. Now you’ll think they all were mad.

“What I meant to say is… We all miss you. When you died- thought you died, we didn’t know what to do.”

Jason is practically grasping at straws. He can see his words aren’t reaching you in the way he is hoping, wanting them to. He’s never been good at the comforting stuff, never been good at talking someone down. Not like Alfred is, not like Dick is. Not like Barbara, too.

What would they even say to you?

Jason feels lost, because just why did they send him to talk to you, instead of anyone else?

Well, not sending Alfred is understandable. He’d been the one to shoot you, and Jason knows that he wouldn’t want to see the Joker again, to be the one to talk to him. But what about Dick and Barbara? What would they do?

Jason doesn’t even know if attempting to continue to comfort you is worth it, especially not when it doesn’t even seem to be working.

“Why?”

Those words slip past Jason before he can even get a chance to stop himself. But it’s a question he really, really wants an answer to. Well, not just want. He needs to know. He needs to know why you’ve let them all sit and rot inside their grief and despair, even as understandable as it may be for Alfred because even he understands that seeing the person who killed you is not easy.

Well, not that Alfred even killed you. Almost killed you, which Jason understands. The Joker had almost killed him then, too. Instead he’d lived because some weird ‘miracle’ left him being some freak of nature, a half human but not entirely vampiric person.

Like some curse.

“I was supposed to be dead.”

“I get that.”

“Plus.. I’m a vampire, Jason. I’m a danger to you guys. What if.. What if I lose control? Like I did that night?”

He knows what you're talking about. The night you’d attacked Bruce before… Alfred shot you. Jason remembers hearing about it from a very heartbroken Bruce, although the heartbreak wasn’t easy to see on the surface. But Jason had known. So had everyone else.

After all, they’d all been pretty much trained and raised by Bruce. They knew what he was feeling- most of the time. Though they couldn’t see it as easy as Alfred did.

“We could’ve found ways around it that didn’t mean you totally avoided us,” Jason says those last words with more bitterness than he should’ve. He knows he has no right to be angry, doesn’t even deserve to be. But he can’t help it, not with how he can only rethink on just how he’d treated Alfred because of it.

“Because of that we treated Alfred-” He cuts himself off, not wanting to spew those words out. Doesn’t even want them to fall past his lips. But it’s far too late, judging by the way your eyes narrow and your head practically snaps toward him.

“What did you all do?”

The venom in your voice when you hear those words is unmistakable. Sure, you wouldn’t be able to look at Alfred the same because he’d been the one to shoot you, but you still understood why he had.

You were a vampire. Something dangerous, and he was doing what needed to be done.

Before Jason can even try to backpedal he’s already spewing to you how everyone’s treated Alfred since you’d ‘died’. Everything. Including how he’d screamed at Alfred after hearing what your last words were from him, down to him destroying his room, Bruce’s new attitude, everything.

“Why would you all do that?” You’d hissed almost immediately after he’d finished telling that tale. Disbelief is just about the only thing you feel, along with those other bitter emotions you were currently feeling.

“He killed- we thought he’d killed you, and we just.. We were angry! Because he took you away from us!”

When had you even marched over to him? Was it while he was speaking those venomous words about how Alfred had killed you, taken you from them? Or was it sooner?

Was he blinded by his own emotions to even notice?

Nevertheless, you're pretty much right in his face, and while Jason is expecting you to scream at him, maybe even yell, raise your voice somewhat, you don’t. Perhaps it’s worse that you sound calm.

“Alfred did what he needed to, what he had to.”

“But you were our family!”

“I do not deserve special treatment because I helped raise you all. Not because I was the person Bruce viewed as a little sibling, and the person Alfred viewed as his own child.”

“But-”

You silence him by raising a hand up, your eyes squeezed shut in the way it does when you’d had headaches in the past, pinching the bridge of your nose between your index finger and thumb.

“Tell me, Jason, would any of you have been able to do it then, hmm? Do you know how hard it was for Alfred to even point the gun at me without his hands shaking? Without crying? Would either of you have been able to pull the trigger instead of Alfred?”

Jason stays silent, and when you open your eyes to glare at him, demanding an answer like those times you’d interrogated him after he’d been stupid and nearly gotten himself killed on those patrols back when he was younger, back when he was just Robin and training under Bruce’s watch. 

And he only shakes his head.

“But I promise I’ll be back.. Someday, I don’t know when. Don’t know if it’ll be soon, or if it’s not for years ahead. But I can promise that, okay?”

You really didn’t know just what else to say, honestly. You already had plans for what your coming moves were, for your motives. You knew Jason was wondering that just by glancing at him, even if you couldn’t see his face behind his helmet.

“And if you want, you can try to help me, if it’ll make you.. I don’t freaking know, feel better, I guess?”

“How?”

“You’ll see. It’ll be an answer to my motives and why I’ve been so secretive I guess. I’ll tell you how you can help me later.”

Jason wants to say something, but he doesn’t know if he should even be surprised you already know what it is he wants to say. “Oh, and don’t tell anyone I’m letting you help me. That part stays a secret, got it?”

Jason only nods in reply, and with that, you’ve disappeared from Jason’s sight, leaving him alone on that rooftop to think through his thoughts. And of your words, of course. To muddle them over, to debate whether or not he even accepts the notion of helping you.

With keeping it secret being the price he pays.

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

@a-wondering-thought woooo rant about fletcher and alistair because this is honestly the most interesting non romantic dynamic ive ever written

lets start with some of the parallels shall we?

both loved their respective love intrests, but not enough to change for them, not until it was too late. alistair choosing their duty as a knight over casimir, until it was too late, when alistair finally chose casimir over their duties as a knight, casimir was already dead. fletcher loving cyrus in his own slightly fucked up way, but not enough to change, not enough to forgo his quest for power, not until it was too late. not until fletchers mother, fletchers father, and casimir were all dead. not until fletchers hands were stained red with their blood. not until cyrus thought he was a monster.

the moral crisis of "i had to have done the right thing. please, god, tell me i did the right thing. i cant have this blood on my hands for nothing." showcased both after fletcher poisons his parents and casimir, and after alistair drives their sword through fletchers chest. fletcher convinces himself he made the right choice, his parents always told him to stop at nothing for power, he had to have made the right choice. alistair convinces themself fletcher had to be killed, it was only fair, it was vengeance for casimirs death, it had to have been the right thing, please someone tell them it was the right thing, because if it isnt, they have the blood of a prince they swore to protect, a child they watched grow up, on their hands for nothing.

alistair was casimirs knight, and they will never forgive themself for failing to protect xem, but they were fletchers knight too. they failed to protect him as well.

some other people i think might be interested because come on i didnt type out all this for it to go un-noticed: @clearcloudlesssky @serendipminiewrites @holdmyteaplease

(note: this post leaves out alot of stuff such as all the thoughts i have about alistair being the one to kill fletcher but that deserves its own post because jesus christ. also something i think i should mention is that i like to imagine alistair and their ambiguous gender was a young fletcher's gay awakening but i feel as though thats too lighthearted for this post)

[enquiringangel]

@santacarlacarousel

First thought is that I don’t think Marko is of Italian descent. This is probably a cardinal sin that shall cause me to get tomatoes thrown at me, but oh well. He has Ukranian roots, but quite a way back.

My fic backstories are never 100% set in stone. But I headcanon that Marko has been a vampire the longest after David. In the movie David always turns to Marko first or asks Marko to get things/do things for him over all the others. Marko is content with this; he likes pleasing David. *nudge-nudge-wink-wink*

All the vampires are quick to jump to each others' defence even when it isn't needed, but Paul has to physically restrain Marko and tell him to calm down during the fight on the carousel. If he hadn't, Marko would've thrown hands. His killing methods are also pretty brutal (there was no need to scalp that dude, dude) but my headcanon that he is the most violent and sadistic is probably because I find the trope of the 'though he be but little, he is fierce' to be funny.

Otherwise, he is an artist. Textiles yes, though he doesn't actually make stuff from scratch but pieces it together from scraps. He likes spraypaint and blood as mediums, but sketches as well. However he gets bored easily and abandons his projects.

The pigeons in the hotel are wild birds that he fed and befriended generations ago. Now it is part of the hotel pigeon culture that Marko is a friend. The others are not so keen on the birds "shitting everywhere and making that fucking woooo ooooo noise all the time" but know messing with Marko's birds is unwise. His teeth are sharp.

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

REHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE

I AM HERE, PANCAKES!!!!!!

Do you prefer writing longer or shorter works?

Tell us the titles of your three favourite works in progress.

Who is your least favourite character to write about and why?

When do you think you’ll stop writing fanfiction? (Hopefully never)

Hello bestie! More asks baby WOOOO!!! Thanks so much! Lets get on with this, shall we?

Do you prefer writing longer or shorter works?

Honestly, I have no preference. If I feel like a fic would benefit from being longer, I make it longer. If I feel like it's better shorter, I make it shorter. Not really a science to it, and I dont like one over the other.

Tell us the titles of your three favourite works in progress.

Hmmm, Im mostly working on long fics rn. But I do have one oneshot, but it doesnt have a name yet XD.

Who is your least favourite character to write about and why?

If we aren't counting Manfred (We all know how much u hate him), I usually hate overly pretentious characters like Redd White. Ace Attorney has a LOT of those so uh...yay...

When do you think you’ll stop writing fanfiction? (Hopefully never)

I dont see myself stopping to write fanfiction for a LOOONG while. Sorry, Ace Attorney fandom, but you are stuck with me and youre not getting rid of me that easily XD

Thanks for the asks,bestie!

[ducksbyday]

HELLO TUMBLR PEOPLE

I HAVE BEEN ASKED TO WRITE MORE SO I SHALL OBLIGE

I will never get over how sweet the tumblr/qsmp community is. yall are so sweet and amazing and oof- hugs for all

PART 2 QSMP MEMBERS + THE KINGDOM (DDG) WOOOO

[You can find part 1 here]

PHILZA - FIRJEN/LJORD

The only kingdom to fully get wiped off the face of the earth for good, leaving almost no trace of it ever existing in the first place (the king deleted his YouTube channel :,( )

In the north peak of Midisti, deep in the snow was once the freezing kingdom of Firjen. It was a kingdom with little allies that mostly kept to themselves. It was once ruled by King Joris who, after losing the war against Entropia & friends, lost everything. The Goddess Eclypsa took notice of the unnecessary blood spill and became enraged. Fueled with grief and anger, she decided to save King Joris by bringing him to Ljord. Here she gifted him the dragons of Bovisti.

The king, broken but determined, rebuilds his empire in the new snowy lands of Ljord. He recruited new people, found some of his old companions, and eventually got revenge on Entropia after capturing King David and feeding him to the dragons. But his glory didn't last forever. His men turned on him, kicked him off the throne, and threw him in jail, never to be heard from again.

Philza seems to me like a person who'd do well in Firjen/Ljord. Either as someone who stayed loyal to King Joris and went down with him or as one of the people who turned on him in the end. Perhaps he realized that the revolution and appointing a new king did not make things any better, and joined the refugees to Fenrin to fight for freedom from the outside. Also, he has a history with cold lands (the Artic Empire & his DSMP base with techno). Plus he is currently taking care of two dragon eggs, which is fitting to me.

MISSA - HELLIOS

Truly a great place to be. As the name says, Hellios is the kingdom’s version of Hell. If you're bad and you die, you get doomed to live in a black, lifeless realm for all eternity named Hellios. If good, you go to Elementos, a haven with everything a person can dream of.

Hellios is run by Celcrius (the God of the underworld) and his mage Arjan. They are known to dabble in dark magic, necromancy, and mind control and will use it without hesitation. This has been made very clear since the beginning. In episode 1 of their series, they resurrect an old king intending to take over the kingdom of Tyksa.

Q!Missa being a walking, living, breathing skeleton fits in well with how Celcrius goes about his business. I see Misa possibly being one of Celcrius' workers who was brought to life by the mage. He could've been an informant, sent to the surface to collect information. I like to think Celcrius told him to spy on people from a distance, but Misa misunderstood completely. Instead, he started trying to blend in with civilization so collect info that way. People might've been a bit freaked out at first, since he's a walking skeleton but eventually got used to it. "But he's so kind though!"

QUACKITY - BOR

Kingdom Bor is.. a strange one. I don't know much about them except that they live inside hills and mountains, are OBSESSED with carrots, and don't seem to take anything seriously.

They're most known for the song the king wrote about importing carrots. Further, the kingdom is known for the song the king wrote about jumping around. Also, the king blew up a part of his own kingdom because looking at it made him sad. He also started beef with Hellios for some reason. Idk even how.

In general, the whole kingdom is just a bunch of lads messing around and being stupid. The fact that they survived for two seasons and won multiple wars is incredibly shocking to me.

I think Q!Q would fit in well seeing the many many times he went missing, and then came back, and then went missing, and then came back, and then- you get the point. He's unhinged, a little bit crazy and I think he would be busting it down if he heard the songs about carrots and jumping.

WILBUR SOOT - MURA (kinda)

I wanted to assign Wilbur to a kingdom but then later changed my mind. I think it be cool if he was a nomad, traveling from kingdom to kingdom to play music and have a good time. But if I did have to assign him somewhere it would probably be Mura (the kingdom of former nomads, who sworn to never participate in wars).

This is all for now, since it it getting very late for me and I am very sleepy. I hope you enjoyed reading this! :D Sending love to everyone <3

[bloodshotgun]

never apologize for rambling omfg ur tags give me life

Woooo good to know! Then I shall continue 😌

[redstrewn]

Hello! I'm the person who sent in painkiller for Leander, I'm SO glad you see the appeal, it's just so Leander coded ugh. Anyways, today I come to you with a song rec for MC, just based on the general vibes of the song, Monster by Starset! I think it works when you consider the backgrounds and the LIs in general (there's also some spicy implications for Kuras if the theories about him having something to do with MC's curse are true) but I may be projecting a little idk.

Ps. That little fan intro you made is so cool! Super fun honestly we should all hold hands and go crazy together <3

OHOHOHO I see the MC in here indeederoni. I see how going down a route would lead to "corruption" i.e. loss or innocence, but in the sense of opening up to truth that can seem ugly at first (we are monsters raaahh accept that you always shall beeeee and never an accepted member of snobbish societyyyy). Fire and silence of outcasts rage and solitude.

And oh YEAHH the implications of Kuras and fogfall and the curse WOOOO lets GOOO

I can esp see the getting used part (soul as well) w Vere and Leander.

Very cool MC song thanksyouse

Edit: also YEY THANKSYOU ABT THE FAN INTRO yesss let touchstarved fandom all hold hands and skip through a field fandom never dies we stay insane together RAAHHHH

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

CRUNCHY DREAMS! AREA 2

Sugar Glass Cookie: Is this… Lady Moon’s greenhouse? Sugar Glass Cookie: Yes… This must be the realm of dreams where the memories of dreaming Cookies bloom… Sugar Glass Cookie: In this place, you can touch the deepest memories that can no longer be recalled…! Sugar Glass Cookie: I’ve never seen a place like this. Sugar Glass Cookie: Imagine how beautiful this greenhouse could become if it was decorated with Remembrance Glass…! Sugar Glass Cookie: Lady Moon, allow me to stay just a bit longer…! Sugar Glass Cookie: I promise, I will not hurt a single blade of grass…

Again, Again, Again!

Macaron Cookie: Alright, everyone! Follow my rhythm! And a-one, and a-two! And a-one, two, three! Cheerful Beat: Boom! Ba dum-tss! Weird Beat: …Boomtss! Macaron Animals: Quack, quack! Eeek! Woof! Macaron Cookie: Oh, whoops! Sorry! Looks like I skipped a beat…! Macaron Cookie: Shall we star* over?

*actual text

Cheerful Beat: Boom boom TAH! Boom boom TAH! Boom boom TAH… Weird Beat: …Boomtss! POOMTSS! Macaron Animals: Chirp, chirp! Oink, oink! Macaron Cookie: Oh… Sorry! I’m so sorry…!

Macaron Cookie: Weird! I can’t keep up the rhythm today…! As if my hands were too heavy… Macaron Animals: Eek! Eek! Woooo!!! Macaron Cookie: Are you saying that… y’all will keep marching even if the beat is wrong?! But… Macaron Animals: Chirp! Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp! OINK! Macaron Cookie: Oh, thank you, my dears! Still, I’d like my rhythm to be perfect… Macaron Cookie: …I’ll try again…! Maybe I’ll do better this time around…! Cheerful Beat: Boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom, boom! Boom boom TAH! Boom boom TAH! Macaron Cookie: (This is… this is… This is it!) Increasing Beat: Boom! Boom TAH! Boom! Boom TAH! Dum dum dum dum dum DUMTSSS! Macaron Cookie: (Just… a little… more!) Rapid Beat: Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat BUMTSSS! Macaron Animals: WOOF! CHIRP! MOOO! OINK! Macaron Animals: CHIRP! CHIRP! MEW! BARK! Macaron Cookie: Oh, don’t worry about my hands! Just keep marching! Keep marching on the beat! Weird Beat: …drumtsss! Macaron Cookie: GAH……!

Macaron Cookie: Oh…? It was only a dream…? Macaron Animals: Chirp, chirp! Bleep! Macaron Cookie: Macaron animals…? Was I beating the drums in my dream…? Macaron Animals: Chirp, chirp! Oink, oink, oink! Macaron Cookie: Huuuuh…? And my beat was… terribly IMPERFECT? Macaron Animals: Bleep! Mew! Macaron Cookie: Aww… Macaron Cookie: …Ha ha ha! Macaron Cookie: But it was even more fun this way…?! I’m so happy to hear that! Macaron Cookie: Shall we try and march to an uneven beat today?!

Ghost of the Mansion

Adventurer Cookie: I’M BAAAACK! Another awesome adventure… accomplished! Adventurer Cookie: But where is everyone? Sleeping tight, huh? Adventurer Cookie: But Blackberry Cookie is never asleep at this time… Adventurer Cookie: Hello? Blackberry Cookie!

Some time later…

Adventurer Cookie: I can’t find Blackberry Cookie… There’s no one around! Adventurer Cookie: Did everyone move out while I was away? Adventurer Cookie: HELLO! ANYONE?!

More time later…

Adventurer Cookie: Oh… oh…! Good Jelly! There you are. Blackberry Cookie! Blackberry Cookie: Ahem, good night, You have finally found me. Blackberry Cookie: I have been awaiting you at this very spot ever since your arrival. Adventurer Cookie: What? What are you saying? I passed by several times, yet I didn’t see you here! Blackberry Cookie: My apologies. I should have revealed myself sooner. I… did not expect to find you in this… state. Adventurer Cookie: This… state?

???: You… too…? Adventurer Cookie: !!! ??????????: Are you here to play with me?

Adventurer Cookie: Gah? GAHAHAH!!! Blackberry Cookie: Is everything alright? Did you have a nightmare? Adventurer Cookie: Oh… Phew… It was only a nightmare, a dream…! Adventurer Cookie: But who… was that Cookie? Adventurer Cookie: Ewww… my eyes hurt. Blackberry Cookie: Your eyes? Did you wash your hands? I shall bring a freshly steamed napkin. Adventurer Cookie: *sniff sniff* Eh, but I didn’t *sniff* do anything…? Weird! *sniff*

Conductor’s Dream

Aurora Candy Cookie: Hurry, hurry up please! This train will be departing soon… Hmm?! Milky Way Cookie: Z-z-z-z-z… Hmpf… Aurora Candy Cookie: MILKY! WAY! COOKIE! Sleeping while on duty again?! Aurora Candy Cookie: Your negligence of your responsibilities is becoming increasingly systematic and chronic!

*FLICK!*

Milky Way Cookie: OWCH! Aurora Candy Cookie: This is your 1732428th sweet warning! Milky Way Cookie, either you take your job seriously OR…! Milky Way Cookie: Awh come on, sleeping is part of the job! Aurora Candy Cookie: …I know, but still! NOT INSIDE THE TRAIN!

Excited Traveler: Eh… Um… I’d like to take this train if you don’t mind…! Milky Way Cookie: Oh look, a passenger! Mkay, I’ll do things by the book this time! Hmpf! Aurora Candy Cookie: Milky! Way! Cookie* You… you!!!

*actual text

Milky Way Cookie: What’s there to be so fussy about? They’ll forget everything in the morning anyway. See? They’ve no idea! Aurora Candy Cookie: Rules are rules! Your attitude is a blatant violation of the manual! Milky Way Cookie: Alright, ALRIGHT! CHILL! Excited Traveler: Is there something wrong with the train…? Milky Way Cookie: It’s fine! Ticket checked! The stuffy conductor over there will fill you in on the rest, now shoo! Milky Way Cookie: Next! NEEEXT! Move, move, move! Yawn…

Milky Way Cookie: Eh… Sooo shleepy… Huh? Ah, here comes another one… Didn’t see you there, pal! Milky Way Cookie: Is this my dream, you’re asking? He he. Milky Way Cookie: Maybe? Maybe not? What do you think a dream conductor’s dream looks like? Milky Way Cookie: Or perhaps, for a dream conductor, the dreams are found somewhere beyond the boundaries of the World of Dreams?! Aurora Candy Cookie: Milky Way Cookie, where are you?! Talking to the air now?! Aurora Candy Cookie: Stop this charade at once and get back to work! Milky Way Cookie: Alright, ALRIGHT! See? Looks like Aurora Candy Cookie is on fire today! Milky Way Cookie: Guess I’d better get back to work before something happens…! But I’ll see you soon! In the World of Dreams…

[tori-tumbls-04]

Woooo story time with Tori and Kian!!

(transcript of the text under the cut)

Introducing Deka, the founder of the Deka Clan! This is what myth and legend say about her, but who knows what's true and what isn't? wink wink nudge nudge

Clans indicate ethnicity and what job you will work. Dekas all have white hair, and generally have pale skin, dark eyes, and wavy hair after their founder (not all Dekas look like this, however! Take a peak at my post on Stewjoni names for more information on this one). Most of Deka's descendants today work as farmers or ranchers, though some do become botanists or go into animal care.

Fun fact, Deka was the first person to train the wyverns that live in her land to help with tasks such as farming, lifting heavy things, herding, and other farm jobs. For the time being, we've named her dragon Meep (We being me) (Yes I'll change it... eventually)

@k-ac-l-art did the art for this, and isn't it so good? Y'all should go follow him frfr

And it came to be that Deka was born in the thirty-fifth year before the Establishment of Stewjon, to parents Trevi and Gratill, who bore thereafter Domann, and thereafter Dair, and thereafter Dunum, and thereafter two babes who died before ner’Caill. And it had been that the people of the time learned to grow one crop to sustain themselves, never more.

And Deka had Knowledge of crops that the earth itself had given her, knowledge that had been forgotten in the ignorance of the people of the Before Times. Blessed be her bounty by the planet and by Achla, for they grew fast and kept long. A loaf of bread made from her wheat could feed a village for ten days and ten nights; one apple from her orchid could heal wounds and cure sickness. She had the Knowledge of growing crops that no eye had seen before, in conditions that were impossible to grow in. Yet Achla urged her child to keep her talents hidden, for the Rhamll were fearful and would have killed their daughter for her Achla-granted gifts in their ignorance.

And it came to be the Wars of Establishment, and the coldest winters on record descended on Stewjon. Fields froze and crops withered, and the Rhamll-Stewjoni starved in their darkness. And Achla saw this and wept, for she had no want for her people to suffer. And Achla said unto Deka, “You must reveal yourself unto our people, for I have given you your gifts for such a time as this.” And in service to Achla herself, Deka revealed her power during this Sorrow and worked without rest to feed her people. And the people saw that Deka could save them, and they rejoiced, for she saved many lives during Dha’Gortach.

And it came to be in the Time of Peace that Deka laid claim to the green land west of the Ishwern mountains, and said unto her followers, “And you Know what I Know, for it is my duty to spread my gifts to those who chose to learn.” And she called this green land Unatna and said unto her followers, “We shall grow all the food for all the planet, for all the planet is now our people, and we shall feed our people, and they shall be satisfied.” And it came to be that she dyed her ner’caill anaart green and said unto her followers, “There will be no more tribes, only clans. And those with ner’caill anaarts dyed green as the trees above and grass below shall belong to my Clan, Kanne Deka, and be known henceforth as the People of the Soil.” And the people upon the land now known as Unatna dyed their ner’caill anaarts green and rejoiced in the light of Achla’s knowledge, and grew many seasons of bountiful harvest, and all was good.

[sunlitmcgee]

I beat Demise! I kicked his ass!

And woooo boy there are some things.

Demise stood standing after I stabbed him in the chest long enough to say this :

" my hate never perishes . It is born anew in a cycle with no end! I will rise again! Those like you ... Those who share the blood of the goddess and the spirit of the hero ... They are eternally bound by this curse. An incarnation of my hatred shall follow your kin, dooming them to wander a blood soaked sea of darkness for all time!"

Now I'm about to rock your world.

Skyward sword Link is the first one. The very first hero of the goddess. And skyward sword Zelda was the first incarnation of the goddess Hylia.

Demise has red hair. What other Zelda villain has red hair and is constantly coming back to mess with our heroes?

If you guessed Ganon, you'd be right. Ganon is the reincarnation of Demise.

Skyward sword is ment to explain why is it always Link , Zelda, and Ganon .

It is a cycle without end , because of the curse of Demise.

Every legend of Zelda game that follows this is ment to come after skyward sword. Not all in the same timeline (there's a three way split in the timeline somewhere) , but still. Every game that happens is a direct consequence of skyward sword.

And Breath of the wild is somewhere near the end . Connecting all three timelines . (Fun fact there's a place called the breach of Demise in botw , and going with the name that's where Demise first started causing havoc on the surface)

Fi has to sleep in the sword for the rest of eternity, and I legitimately started to tear up when I had to put the sword back in it's pedestal .

Ghirahim kinda proofed away, to the point Demise even looked surprised at it. The effect kinda looked like the purple smoke when enemies die however I don't think he's dead. Because I heard the sound that is associated with Ghirahim using his magic. I think he just teleported away and left demise for dead. Which is going to make it harder to find him but I'm fucking gonna.

Zelda chooses to make a home on the surface, and I'm guessing a lot of skyloft followed her, which is how we went to living in skyloft to surface later on.

Anyways I'm going to give this Zelda a course on how to be a better friend, and I can only assume that message is something all of her bloodline needs to know because a lot of them are dicks. Botw Zelda learned it at least.

Just. So many thoughts.

Prophecy-anon

HUZZAH FOR DEAD GUY but oh no for eternal curses across timelines :/ that sucks

[halftheway]

episode Three of c!quackity music + analysis/mini fics has arrived!

today's song is one and lonely, by phangs❤️‍🔥

featured lyric: don't go, i need you here/don't go, don't leave me here

c!q kinnies with abandonment issues make some noooooise! (it's me. i'm the cq kinny. woooo)

quackity is the posterchild for being left behind by loved ones. let's run down the list, shall we?

karl

schlatt

sapnap

charlie

george

and probably more people i missed!

my point is. this song is a desperate plea to not be left, to not become "your one and lonely" which speaks to me from a cquackity perspective.

"i take care of those who take care of me. why do you think i don't have anyone around?" becomes "i'm gonna need you to be around me a lot" because all this boy wants is someone to love, no matter how hard he tries to convince himself and others.

love keeps curbstomping him, suckerpunching him, you name it. he wants love to Stay, and it never has.