#gluttony spider man

[buckysrighthanddoll]

Gluttony

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (college AU)

Warnings: drinking, fluff, a teensy bit of angst (y’all know it’s me lol), swearing

A.N.: This is part two of my Seven Deadly Sins series!!! Read part one here called “Envy” with Bucky Barnes :)

You were never the drinking type. Throughout high school, you maybe had three drinks. It wasn’t that you were consumed with your bookwork or couldn’t sneak out to parties. You had plenty of opportunities.

It was now the third year of college. You were well on your way to your degree, you had an established friend group, and you had a decent enough social life. But when MJ invited you to a party this Friday, you found yourself feeling nervous.

There were a few parties in college that you attended. Every time you got uncomfortable and left early. Every time you stood in the corner with one or two of your friends from class. Every time you were home by midnight.

This time was different.

“MJ, you know--”

“That you’re a lame-ass who won’t hang out with some friends?” MJ interjected. “Come on, (Y/N), it’s just us. Even Ned is gonna be there.” Before you could even respond, she spoke again. “Peter said he’d be there.”

That caught your attention. You contemplated the decision in your head--the party was this Friday, which gave you today to prepare; however, you had a test at 10:00 am on Saturday.

“Fine. You said it was at your apartment, right?”

“Yes. Be there at 10 to help me set up,” MJ smiled, pivoting on her feet and heading to her next class. You sighed and gave a half-smile at her.

MJ knew damn well that you had a thing for Peter. And, beyond that, she insisted that he liked you, too. It was a load of bullshit, but she wouldn’t change her mind.

Finishing your classes for the day was easy. Today was Thursday, which meant you had Art appreciation, Spanish 312, and organic chemistry. That night, you set up your studying supplies and got to work.

Within an hour, you lost focus. You kept worrying about that damn party, but you logically knew that you didn’t need to. It was a few friends. Peter, Ned, MJ, and her boyfriend Mark were the only people that were supposed to be there. They were all people that you knew and trusted. As long as you didn’t drink, you’d be fine.

“Hey (Y/N/N),” Peter said, making you jump. He laughs, which immediately eases your anxieties. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I left my door unlocked again, didn’t I?” You asked, standing from your desk. He nods his head and sits on the chair by the kitchen counter. “You want something to drink?”

“Water, please,” He responds. He was always so polite, even though you’d known him since sophomore year of high school. The two of you knew everything about each other. He knew about your past traumas and experiences; you knew that he was Spider-Man.

Ya know, the usual.

You got the glass of water and threw a couple of personal pan pizzas in the oven. “I thought you were gonna study for the test on Saturday.”

“I got bored,” Peter shrugs. You sit next to him and rest your arm on the counter. “Figured I’d come to see my favorite girl,” He smiles. He gives one of those small smirks that he (recently) found to drive girls mad, but you simply raise your eyebrow.

“She’s probably in my room.”

At the perfect moment, a fuzzy black cat prances into the kitchen. Her name was Razzle, Razz for short, and she was the cutest damn cat to grace your existence. Peter adored her. There were times when you’d come home from class and see him playing with her on the floor. There were times when Peter would stay the night, and you’d wake up to see a fuzzy black ball on his chest. The scene was so cute that you took a picture (which may or may not be your lock screen, shh).

Razz jumps into Peter’s lap and immediately starts purring. His smile gets even bigger, and he scratches under the cat’s chin (the sight alone makes your heart soar).

“You wanna watch a movie?” Peter asks.

The oven dings, making you stand up to get the pizza. “As long as we can go over the vocab for the test afterward.” Peter groans, but you know that it’s sarcastic. “Deal.”

Peter goes to the living room area and turns on a random movie. You place the pizzas on paper plates and carry them out to where he’s sitting on the couch, his feet propped up onto the table. At least he had his socks on.

Thirty minutes into the movie, you weren’t paying attention anymore. All you could focus on was the way the screen lit Peter’s face; the way his eyes followed every action; the way his body jerked during a fight scene; the way his lips looked so soft and kissable and--

“Is there something on my face?” Peter asked. You snapped your gaze to the empty plate ahead of you. That’s one thing that you loved about Peter--besides his improved spidey-senses, he (sort of) grew out of his awkwardness.

“No, uh, I got lost in thought,” You lied. You grabbed his empty plate and took it to the kitchen to throw in the garbage. Taking a second to collect yourself, you went back to the couch. You scoffed at Peter, who was under a blanket and taking all three spots. “You’re such a dipshit.”

“But I’m your dipshit,” Peter retorted. You rolled your eyes as he sat up, allowing you to sit where his head just was. You plopped yourself down, and Peter rested his head on your lap, lying on his side to still face the TV.

Peter fell asleep twenty minutes later. Your hand was in his hair, softly playing with his curls, and soon enough, the soft snores ensued.

You stayed there for several moments after the movie ended. It was easy to bypass the credits rolling on the screen, especially when Peter was right there. Head in your lap. An arm draped across your thighs. You could see yourself doing this every weekend with him--waking him up, getting to the bedroom, holding each other until the early morning.

It was stupid how much you loved him. He was your best friend throughout high school and college. He was with you through every smile and tear. It was just impossible for you not to harbor anything more than a friendship.

Once the title screen popped back on, you shook Peter awake. He hums groggily and opens his eyes. As he realizes that he fell asleep on your lap, he goes red in the face and sits up.

“I didn’t realize I was even tired,” He says, letting out a breathy laugh. “I’m sorry. I, uh, I gotta get home, though. We have an 8 am tomorrow.” Peter gets up from the couch and makes his way toward the door.

“Yeah, yeah,” You said, standing up and following him. “Goodnight. Be safe, love you,” You added, hugging him.

“‘Night (Y/N/N), love you, too,” Peter responded. He left, and you took that as your cue to get to sleep.

Your classes breezed by the next day. You and Peter’s 8 am class was spent reviewing material for tomorrow’s test, and your ten am consisted of you being a TA for your Spanish professor. She just had you look through papers while she taught about the subjunctive tense.

At your apartment, you texted MJ to ask what you should wear. She arrived twenty minutes later and immediately began searching through your closet. She explained that it was still casual since it was just a few friends, but your usual plain t-shirts and jeans weren’t going to cut it.

MJ picked a tight-fitting shirt with a v-neck. She said that it made you look insanely attractive, especially when paired with the (extremely short) denim shorts that you hardly ever wore.

You decided just to straighten your hair and do basic makeup. It consisted of only eyebrows, eyeliner, and mascara; it was a bit more than your daily makeup, but if you were going to a party, you didn’t want to mess it up.

After getting dinner, you and MJ went to her apartment and began setting up. There was a beer pong table, food set out on another table, and all of the alcohol she could afford on a third table. You put a playlist on her TV screen and then put the remote behind it. It was all said and done within an hour.

You turned on the strip lights right as Mark got there. He greeted his girlfriend with a short kiss, and then he came and hugged you. Mark was a sweet guy; he treated MJ right, and he was great at communication, plus he made an effort to be friends with her friends.

Ned showed up half an hour later, and Peter was right behind him. You already had three shots, but they hadn’t kicked in yet; it was probably for the best because all you could think when you saw him was damn.

He wore a dark grey v-neck shirt and dark denim jeans. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower shortly before leaving, as his hair was still slightly damp. MJ had to hip check you to pull your attention back to the conversation.

“You need to tell him eventually,” She starts. “I mean, he totally has it bad for you, too.”

“Bullshit,” You sang. “He’s my best friend, besides you. That’s it.” You looked at the table and picked up the peppermint schnapps. “Another shot?”

“Using liquor as a negative coping mechanism. Same,” MJ nodded, smiling as she grabbed the shot glasses. “Competitive?”

“Bet,” You answered, pulling out a five from your pocket. She threw down an additional five and called Mark over to call it so that it wasn’t biased.

You both set the shot glasses on the counter and got ready. Mark slapped the table, and you and MJ threw the glasses back and slammed them back down. You won by a fraction of a second, making you throw your arms up.

“Didn’t think you were a drinker, (Y/L/N),” MJ laughed.

“I’m not,” You smirked. You grabbed the money and put it in your pocket, lining up another shot and downing that one too. “But distractions are distractions.”

“You really need a therapist,” Ned laughed.

Within an hour, you were blasted. Although you’d been slightly tipsy before, you’d never been full-on drunk before. MJ was right there with you, Mark was somewhat behind, and Ned was tipsy. Peter, who had slowly been sipping on his drink, was hardly beyond sober.

The five of you were playing Cards Against Humanity in the living room. MJ had the lead, but that didn’t shock anybody; she was declared the friend group’s funniest. You were near behind, though, which was shocking only because you’d thought Ned should be in your position.

It wasn’t like it mattered to you. All that mattered was that you and Peter sat next to each other, thighs pressed to one another, and his arm was resting on the couch cushions behind your head. If you thought that dealing with your emotions was hard when you were sober, then you were in a world of trouble when it came to you being drunk (and him being this close).

Gluttony was not your usual sin. Indulging in vices like drinking wasn’t typical of you. On any other day, you’d throw yourself into your studies, or maybe you’d be planning your study abroad that was coming up. But drinking? That was out of the ordinary.

Tonight was different. You wanted to let loose--to forget about your emotions. But that wasn’t happening, now was it?

After your game was up, you partied some more. You expected to forget about your emotions; instead, you found yourself forgetting how to care about preserving them. A few shots here, some dancing there, and you were more carefree than you had been in years.

Around three in the morning, you were tired. More than that, you had to be up at eight to get ready for your test at ten. You found yourself stumbling to get your things together so you could walk home, but Mark was trying to stop you.

“(Y/N), it’s past midnight in a college city, and you’re as drunk as a skunk. Just stay here,” Mark tried. MJ was right behind him and insisting that you at least call a taxi or an Uber.

“I’ll be fine,” You assured, nearly falling over as you slipped your shoes on. Peter, thankfully, catches and steadies you. He keeps an arm around your waist, which makes your already reddened face burn even hotter.

“I’ll take her home. I’m sober,” Peter says, looking at MJ. “Besides, we both have a test in seven hours--I need the sleep.”

“Drive safe, man,” Mark says, pulling Peter in for a hug. Peter gives MJ and Ned a hug, and then he’s by your side, leading you to his car.

It was a short and silent drive. Thank gods. You weren’t in any state to be talking to someone who you’ve harbored romantic feelings for.

Peter took you inside your apartment. The moment the door shut behind him, he locked it and got to your bedroom. He picked out some sleep shorts and an old shirt for you to sleep in, and he left you to change while he grabbed some water for you.

You sat in bed as he walked back into the room, setting the glass on your nightstand.

“You’re too nice,” You whined. “Aren’t guys supposed to be assholes or something?”

“I’m the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man--I’m not quite like most guys.” Peter smiles and lifts the covers, letting you get under them. Once you’re laid back, you take a sip of your water, and he closes the windows and curtains. He comes back to pull the blankets over your chest. Then, he starts to leave.

“Peter, can you stay the night here?” You asked. He turns to you and gives one of the softest smiles you’d ever seen (maybe it was just the rose-tinted glasses, or perhaps it was the staggering amount of alcohol in your blood). Nodding his head, he gets in on the other side of the bed.

Peter had stayed the night here plenty of times, but he always slept on the pull-out couch in the living room. He never once stayed in your bed with you also in it. You figured it was either out of concern for boundaries or respect.

The truth was, Peter was also head-over-heels for you. He’d told MJ, not that he needed to--MJ was good at reading people, and he certainly wasn’t subtle about his attraction for you.

You were the first person he came to when he became Spider-Man. You were his reason to fight after he got dusted (along with you). You were his favorite person to see after a mission--you’d been at the tower anytime Tony Stark told you that Peter was coming home. You were always there for him. You were it. You were the one that Peter wanted to be with, even if it didn’t work out in the long run.

Once Peter settled into the sheets, you rolled over and cuddled into him. Your head rested on his chest, an arm around his torso, and a leg tangled with his own. Both of you heaved a sigh of relief; this felt good. This felt right.

“Peter?” You asked.

“Yeah?” He responded.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“No, like, I love you,” You confessed, looking up at him through heavy eyelids. “Like, I wanna kiss you and cuddle you like this and hold your hand. I wanna tell people that I’m your girlfriend, and you’re my boyfriend.”

“Baby, you’re drunk.”

“I’ve been hiding this for years, Peter,” You insisted. “It isn’t because I’m drunk. The only thing this liquor is doing is helping me say what I want to say without worrying.”

“If I’m honest, (Y/N), I love you, too. In that same way. But you’re not even going to remember this in the morning.”

“Will you remind me?”

“Yes.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Not when you’re drunk.”

“Damn,” You sighed. “Did you set an alarm for the morning?”

“I already have one set,” Peter assured you. “Let’s get to sleep.”

“And Peter?” You called. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He hummed in response.

The next morning, you were shocked that you only had a small headache. You were even more surprised that you woke up next to Peter.

Last night was fuzzy for you. Bits and pieces were clear as day, like winning thirty bucks from MJ. But what happened? Was Peter as drunk as you were? Did you say something stupid? Why was he in your bed right now?

No matter the reason, you found yourself not wanting to leave this spot. You were the closest you’d been to Peter.

The alarm on Peter’s phone rang, making you jump. Then, you grabbed your aching head. Peter awoke with a start before looking down at you. He shut the ringtone off, and then he wrapped his arms tighter around you. His hand ran up and down your arm, which made you feel happy and warm, but why the hell was he holding you like this?

“Good morning,” Peter said groggily. His morning voice was hands-down, the most beautiful thing ever.

“‘Morning,” You responded.

“Want me to put some coffee on for that hangover?” He asked.

“I’m not that hungover, actually,” You answered. “I can go make some.”

Peter nodded his head, so you got up. Three scoops into the filter, some hot water, and a few minutes later, you both had cups of bitter coffee to wake you up. You both started to get ready for the day by brushing your teeth and putting on some new clothes (Peter had to find some clothes that he’d left here last month).

It was going to be a casual and laid-back day; that much was certain. Your body was aching, and your head only started to worsen even after taking some ibuprofen. There were still thirty minutes before you needed to leave for the campus, so you and Peter sat on the couch.

“Did I say anything stupid last night?” You asked, holding onto your mug.

“Only that you loved me and wanted to kiss me,” He smirked.

You groaned and threw your head back. “I’m sorry,” You started, looking him in the eye. “I shouldn’t have said that while I was drunk.”

“Did you not mean it?”

“Of course I meant it,” You said, laughing drily. “Peter, in the seven years we’ve known each other, I’ve felt like this for six of them. I just shouldn’t have told you while I was drunk.”

“Last night, I said that I loved you, too,” Peter said. “And then you asked if you could kiss me, but I wasn’t going to let you do anything in that state.”

“Oh,” You muttered, looking down in embarrassment and setting down your coffee. Peter’s lifted your chin and then cupped your face before leaning in and kissing you. The initial shock wore off quickly, and then you were kissing him back. It was soft and sweet--precisely what you’d have expected your first kiss with him to be like.

When Peter pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. “You wanted me to remind you when you were sober. Was that okay?”

“More than,” You smiled. You closed the distance again, tangling your hands in his hair. Peter smiles against you.

After the test, Peter took you on your first official date as a couple. He held your hand and bought you a coffee, and you carried a conversation like everything was natural. Like everything was right.

(And, for the record, you passed that exam despite the light hangover).

[shonenkun309]

• Ayakashi boys as Sins like in Obey Me! Cause it's been stuck on my stupid brain for a while :

1. Avatar of Pride (Kagemaru) :

• Why not? I mean, we are talking about the spider man here. Who look at every creature especially humans like they were just some low creature don't deserve any single attention, whenever he approach a human he'll keep saying prideful things about himself like : "humans weak, humans sucks, humans ugly etc..." And'll start to talk about how Ayakashi like him are so strong and the world should be ruled by him and blah blah blah.

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2. Avatar of Greed (Toichiro) :

• Toichiro's fans pls don't @ me, well, I chooses Toto to be the Avatar of Greed because we all know how he always asks for something in return when people asks him for a favor or help, but being the money boy himself, he only asks for something in return only to tease those who needs his help so he can see how they'll react.

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3. Avatar of Envy (Aoi) :

• the Tsundere envious pretty boy, he have a crush on Futaba from the start but being him suffering from lack of confidence and his fear of Futaba that she'll maybe refuse his feelings makes him feel jealous and envious against those with unshakable confidence who won't hesitate someday to confess such a bold feelings to Futaba, example, in the game, he seems to be jealous of Koga.

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4. Avatar of Wrath (Koga) :

• Yeah, I also didn't expect that but...after we all discovered that Koga is a hot-headed man who can lose to anger anytime soon I saw that it really suits him, we can see him in his calm nature, smiling laughing hanging out with friends but...when it's about his hometown or it's people, or even his friends and the people he loves, those golden horns can show up at a case of wrath he can barely control, we all know that if something bad happened to Futaba he'll lose his temper especially when he have his carnage form.

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5. Avatar of Lust (Shizuki) :

• ...Okay I don't know why, but we all know that Shizuki is every capital's women's prince charming, and imagine if he get drunk and all those women around him, Toichiro said once that "All cute girls would do well to stay away from inebriated Shizuki" but to me, those cute girls will find it a very suited opportunity to get close to him since he said that a gentle man can't refuse a request from a cute woman soo, I think he might be good at this sin to be honest.

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6. Avatar of Gluttony (Ginnojo) :

• we all know that Ginnojo's appetite is a legend, his stomach is like a black hole you don't know where all that food go to the moment he start eating too many plates, he is able to eat a meal for literally 15 person none stop, especially if he gets invited to eat by a certain someone who won't mind seeing Ginnojo eating plate after plate and it's on their treat. Remember that he keep saying that 3 meals a day is not enough so of course gluttony will be his.

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7. Avatar of Sloth (Kuya) :

• seriously I don't need to tell the reason, it's only about "can I borrow your lap?" "I'm tired." "I'm sleepy" "this is too much work.", not that I don't like Kuya or anything ofc he is number 3 on my favorites list, also, we all know that both Avatars of Wrath(Satan) and Sloth(Belphegor) are best friends in Obey Me! So it's the same here, other than that, he is able to kill the shit out of you cause we know that sleepy guys means hella strong.

- Let me hear what do you think about this, you think that those sins fits them? If no, give another character you think will play the role💗❤

[tornrose24]

‘The villains MCU Peter faces represent the Seven Sins’ theory

(Note that this was made out of my own amusement and might not be accurate)

I came to this weird idea that the villains of the home trilogy represent the seven deadly sins. While it is a bit of a stretch and required careful thought, I realized that it was possible that there is something completely unintentional.

Spoilers for all three Home films. Also Thanos isn’t on this list because he’s not a Spider-Man villain.

Adrian Toomes/The Vulture-Greed

Its true that the livelihoods of Adrian and his workers were threatened by the government, the department of damage control, and Tony Stark. Him turning to the black market to make a living and to support his family is a painful reality in some parts of the real world. But Adrian and his men could have gone into different, more honest jobs after they made enough to support themselves. But alas, business is too good and well paying in the world of crime in the MCU and Adrian has no problem with wanting to make more. And if it meant stealing from the Avengers, that made things even better.

In the end, this sin not only almost cost Adrian his life, but he was sent to prison and his family’s social standing was ruined to the point that his wife and daughter moved across the states. Yet as a man of honor, he doesn’t give up Peter’s secret.

Quinten Beck/Mysterio-Envy

Beck doesn’t flat out envy or resent anyone who is a true hero, but he makes his point clear that people will most likely listen to those with power and showmanship over intelligence, and envy involves a desire to take away something from someone. If taking Peter’s life from him won’t do it, then Quinten ensures that Peter’s reputation and privacy is destroyed and that most of the world will turn on him when he finds himself at death’s door. His bitterness towards Stark and his final act of spite towards Peter not only ended up endangering many lives, but it also lead to a chain reaction that nearly destroyed the universe.

For all the boasting and pretending, Mysterio would never be a true hero like so many Avengers. He may want the attention and adoration they get, but he lacks the very things that truly make a hero, (which should not require any illusions).

Curt Connors/The Lizard-Pride

Connors’ miracle ‘cure’ was made with good intentions (to help fellow amputees like himself). It gave him powers, but it effected his mind and body in negative ways and when he is in the MCU he is stuck in the form of a lizard (and to make matters worse, this ‘cure’ turned into a drug). He is still under the assumption that it would be best if everyone turned into lizards as being an enhanced creature is better than being an easily breakable human. He refused to be cured by Peter and its very likely his pride would have lead to him enhancing many more civilians against their will in the MCU (much like in his film) if he was left unchecked.

Flint Marko/Sandman-Sloth

This one was pretty difficult given Marko doesn’t have too many fatal flaws and he only wanted to go back home to his daughter regardless if he was cured or not. However he was forced into a position where he was forced to wait and perhaps if he had planned things out better, he could have stayed hidden or snuck around long enough to activate the spell needed to send everyone back.

Fortunately things worked out for Marko in the end.

Max Dillon/Electro-Gluttony

Much like with Connors, Max’s powers were also like a drug to him. He could have been content with regaining a more human form from the energy of the MCU and he could have talked with Peter as to why this alone was more than enough of a cure. But he wanted more of the unique energy the world had to offer and even stole an arc reactor (an item whose origins tie back to one of the infinity stones of all things) to gain even more power. The more powerful he was, the more he could be seen.

Fortunately he didn’t have to lose his life this time around, but his gluttonous nature also gave him an arrogance that ensured his undoing.

Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus-Wrath

The apparent disappearance of Otto’s reactor angered the man so greatly that he wanted to kill Peter in revenge. Had he patience–the opposing virtue to Wrath–he would have realized that this Peter was not only NOT the same Peter, but that he had access to equipment that could overpower him. Even when captured and robbed of his control over the tentacles, Otto is reduced to lashing out in anger and frustration. He also made it very clear that he’d kill the MCU version of Peter if he’d ever regained control over his tentacles.

(Ironically it is only when he is returned back to his true self does Otto start showing more of the opposing virtue of Patience. This is best demonstrated in the finale battle atop the statue of Liberty–he had to plan out a way to help all three Spider-Man and wait for the right moment to stop Max.)

Norman Osborn/The Green Goblin-Lust

Lust can apply to many things, including blood lust. For the Green Goblin, he has a lust for chaos and misery as well as a lust for power. Without the ‘obstacles’ Norman faced, the Goblin is given free reign to do as he pleases upon entering a new world with new toys to break. He had no need to make Peter’s life worse, but just like with Raimi-Peter, Goblin wants to see this Peter suffer horribly and enjoys the idea of breaking the boy until he loses his compassion and goes ahead and kills someone. Even if it has to be him. There’s truly nothing for him to gain in being in the MCU except to make others suffer.

It is fitting that all three Spider-Men (who have been effected by a Green Goblin one way or another) end the Green Goblin by taking away his power and erasing him from Norman for good with the very cure he despised.

Out of all the villains Peter faced, the Goblin not only ensured the most damage to Peter’s life, but his actions almost caused Peter’s universe to collapse as well as do unknown damage to several other universes. All of this because he can’t get enough of making Peter suffer no matter which Peter it is. Only time will tell how much of a curse the Goblin’s legacy will have upon Peter and the MCU.

[miqojak]

OC Summary: Jak

Alias/Nicknames: Jak - that isn't her real name, after all; her nicknames have varied, though the longest sticking one is 'Little Robin'...and she's making damn sure only one person knows or uses it.

Gender: F

Age: 23...give or take a couple years? She isn't really sure.

Zodiac: Scorpio

Abilities/Talents: Murder, tracking, stealth, lockpicking, playing music by ear, art/drawing

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: The closest thing to it is her view of the Jackal, her tribe's totem animal; it's not too far off from how a lesser god...or a primal...might be seen, really.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / 'justice' / kindness / patience

Languages: Common, Huntspeak, some Doman

Family: Vynnie (@miqo-vynnie), her fraternal twin brother. She isn't on speaking terms with him at present. Any others are either dead, or presumed to be.

Friends: What are those? I don't know if she considers anyone a friend, at present! The one person she feels safe enough to confide to is...more than a friend.

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / sapiosexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black (& orange)

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other (Gold and green)

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

Height: 4'9"

Scars: Lichtenberg figures/fractal like levin-based scarring that appear in 'bursts' expanding outward at both shoulders, and both biceps; a long, gnarled and burned scar that stretches from the inner crook of the left side of her neck, down diagonally to just taper off near the top of her right buttock (a burning sword's reminder to DODGE). The others are small, and on her face - one horizontal slash directly across her nose, and one small angular cut beneath both of her white eye markings...almost as if the markings and nearby piercings under her eyes were to draw attention away from as much.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them: (Here's to me hitting random on Jak's playlist...)

1. Obsessed - Mariah Carey Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress Last man on the earth, still couldn't get this You're delusional, you're delusional Boy, you're losing your mind It's confusing, yo, you're confused, you know Why you wasting your time?

2. Destiny - Neffex

I just wanna be the best at what I know Better than the rest just watch me grow Put me to the test and watch me go This is my quest I'ma make it known They call me obsessive oh I know Call me selective with my notes Call me aggressive with my flow Call me offensive even though

3. Cold Blooded - The Pretty Reckless You can't trust a cold blooded lover You can't trust a cold blooded slave You can't trust a cold blooded other In the end they'll just drive you insane Thanks for the tags, @eligos-venator and @flood-of-shadow! Uh, who to tag now? Tag yourselves! I'm late-ish on this one.

[erasermist]

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Hyper fixation continued again!! And it’s Saturday so no work to interrupt!!

Edit: this got long so I’m separating it into another post!! This is how a proper binge watcher does it lol

Episode 38: Mustang and Hawkeye’s relationship!!!!

Episode 39: Winry is so strong.

Episode 40: I am impressed. Literally two seconds into seeing a young Hohenheim, and he already is just like Edward (well I suppose Ed is just like he was). Also he was a slave. I forgot that kinda. I knew he was a worker and uneducated but I forgot he went by No. 23 and that it was actually his blood that created Father.

Not sure how I feel about the fall of Xerxes. On one hand it looks like all Hohenheim knew was that the king wanted to become immortal and didn’t really participate in the massacres, but on the other hand he definitely knew the king wanted immortality. Though I don’t know if he knew about the massacres to make the circle.

Also hearing Izumi Curtis be so polite when talking to someone was weird haha!

Episode 41: Ed is so badass!! (I say that about a. Lot of characters here lol) Using his own life… while in excruciating pain… Ed!!!! 🥰

Episode 42: 😂 Hohenheim’s nonchalant comments while running from Pride 😂 Then his smug comments to Pride 😂😂

Fuck you Zampano

Episode 43: I take back that fuck you. I was wondering why I couldn’t remember the betrayal lol

Again with the bad cgi looking Envy

Also the whole “Yoki isn’t one of us” was so funny

I wonder if Fullmetal just made the story because they wanted to take all of the government conspiracies and throw them together. First we had government sanctioned massacres and now we have an undead army

*cackles* the reunion of Hohenheim and Al with Winry was like that Spider-Man meme lol

Episode 44: Ed with his hair down and just done with everything

That’s right!! You go Ling!! Yell at Greed for forgetting his friends!!! Poor Greed though…That’s a bad way to remember but yeees!!! Beat his ass Greed/Ling

Episode 45: Olivier and Alex casually destroying each other and their mansion (well mostly Olivier beating the shit out of Alex lol) with their Mom, Dad, and younger sister casually gathering all their money to head out of the country!!!!! 😂😂😂😂

Greeling is born!!!

Also the way everyone gets the message is absolutely amazing!! It was so well done and I love that it shows how it happened. Usually you get a time jump and then magically everyone is caught up but here we actually see the transfer of information. *chef’s kiss*

Episode 47: Heinkel and Darius are like worried parents/uncles trying to make Ed talk to his dad haha

Somewhat of a fuck you Grumman

Lab Fan coming in with the clutch!!!

Episode 48: Mustang’s foster mother is Madam Christmas. I totally remembered that.

Gluttony is like a child and then he gets eaten by his big brother. And he only calls for Lust 😢

Episode 49: OMG! Hohenheim and Ed really are the same. Hohenheim called Darius “Gorius” to combine Gorilla and Darius!!! Ed keeps calling him Gori-san too!!!

Woo! Forward into battle!

[luck-and-larceny]

Character Summary - Malika Bajihri

Alias/Nicknames: Mal, Lia, Lucky, Stormy, and like a thousand random names she’s created for herself for individual jobs

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Zodiac: Libra [The Balance]

Abilities/Talents: stealth | acrobatics | deception | pick-pocketing | breaking and entry | showering in strangers’ homes after breaking and entering into them because she’s definitely very normal and very well-adjusted | climbing | fast-talking | fast-running | causing distractions | being extremely irritating | causing distractions specifically by being extremely irritating | taking big risks | lucking into opportunities at the last moment | Sewing/Weaving/Tailoring | Half the time can read astrologian cards accurately | half the time definitely has no idea what she is doing | Can play woodwinds (best at bamboo flute) and piano

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Surprisingly religious; specifically follows Nymeia

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath  *I’m not thinking of ��lust’ just in terms of sexual appetite (though, sure, she’s got that too) but sort of as in she needs to experience everything. I’m not saying greed here, despite her being a thief, because she doesn’t care about having ‘the most things’. She just wants things that feel important to her. She has like negative envy.

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience *She steals things and frequently just gives them away. Put ‘justice’ here because it’s not justice as far as the law is concerned, but sort of a moral balancing of scales for her. Someone does something shitty to someone else and she’ll try to make things right for the person who was mistreated.

Languages: Common and Thieves Cant. 

Family:  Maeryn Albright. 

Friends: She is friendly with a great many people! But she considers herself genuinely a friend to only a few: @dumb-hat, @kestrelvylbrand , @argentrenard , @the-wanted-man​ count among them.  

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other (polyamorous)

Relationship Status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other *She stays in shape but she also -thoroughly- indulges in food and drink and she certainly doesn’t train herself into chiseled, immaculate, fighting form. She’s lithe and nimble, but she’s got a soft belly on her.

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red (auburn) / black

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

Height: 5′3″

Scars: She’s got a small scar above her left eye and through her left eyebrow.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders (NOPE) || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword, dagger, or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future present

Some songs that remind you of your character

-Bad Reputation (Joan Jett & The Blackhearts)

-Get Lucky (I like the Halestorm cover of it a lot)

-Tightrope (LP)

- Tongues and Teeth (The Crane Wives)

- As Long as There is Whiskey in the World (Murder by Death)

Tagged by: @thevoilinauttheory​ and @vivah-valentini . Thank you so much for the tags!

Tagging: @dumb-hat, @kestrelvylbrand, @thefreelanceangel, @starforger, @meteor-dancer, @songofthemeadow, @the-wanted-man, @cigarettes-n-daisies, @swingbeard, @argentrenard, @shadowofthejackal, @sundered-souls, @adanceineorzea , @porxienapper , @brambles-n-biscuits, @tough-bit-of-fluff, @furys-mercy, @tea-and-conspiracy, @corpse-dancer​ and on and on! And you! Definitely you reading this. You should do it too.

[selfshippingwhore]

Big shout out to the amazing template made by @xbaebsae​. I had a blast using it { though it sucks cause I did it using my phone.

Name: Brooke Rosalie Greene

Alias/nicknames:  Deputy / Dep / Deps {by Sharky} Rookie / Rook. { Earl } Wrath {by John Seed} Pride {by Joseph Seed} The Outsider (by Peggies) Hell (by Joseph Seed) Kid (by Dutch) The One That Could Not Walk Away Sinner (by Peggies) Heretic (by Peggies) Broba Fett (by Hurk Jr.) Chewie (by Adelaide) Little Wolf { Jacob } Bombshell { Jonron, Philly } Yankee { Clara Garcia } Mi cielo { Dani Rojas} Corazón { Dani Rojas } Princesa { El Tigre }

Gender: Female

Age: 22 during the events in Eden’s Gate. 24 when she is sent off to Yara to investigate Castillo

Zodiac: Pisces

Abilities/Talents: Animal training/ animal care, cooking, piloting 

Religion: Atheism

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages:   English, Italian, Finnish, Spanish.

Family: ↬ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ(s) ↫ ⤷David Watson || Father || Fc: Clark Gregg ⤷Maria Watson || Mother || Fc: Gillian Leigh Anderson.

↬ sɪʙʟɪɴɢ(s) ↫ ⤷ John Watson || Oldest Brother-34 || Fc: Matt Ryan. ⤷ James Watson || Older Brother-31 || Fc: Charlie Hunnam. ⤷ Connor Watson || Younger Brother-21 || Fc: Bryan Dechart. ⤷Jason & Samuel Watson ||Younger Twin Brothers-18 || Fc: Cole Sprouse & Tyler Posey.

Friends: Nick Rye, Hurk, Philly Barzaga, Bicho, Paolo de la Vega, Talia Benavidez,Jonron,Yelena Morales, Sharky, Staci Pratt, Eli Palmer

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Formerly in a relationship with Jacob Seed, Brooke knew the relationship was a toxic one. It was Eli Palmer that killed the man when Brooke tried to end things with him. It was until she was in Yara was that she’d find the man she’d spend the rest of her life with when she met Dani Rojas. It started off as sex but quickly blossomed into something more.

Libido:  sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black with one blue strain / other

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / tan / brown / dark / other.

Scars:

multiple on the back. Gun shot wound on her hip.Wrath tattooed Carved across her chest.Lust burned on her lower back { happened when she was being held captive by Anton Castillo}Pride carved on her inner arm { Due to Joseph }

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future ||

$ Financial $ : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical ✚ : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste ✪ :  upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure

✔ Education✔ : qualified / unqualified / studying

✖ Criminal Record ✖ : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed / anything goes in the apocalypse

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children ◒  : had a child or children / has no children / wants children / can’t have children

{ during her time in Yara Brooke finds out she is pregnant with Dani’s child. |

◑ Relationship with Family ◑ : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation ◔ : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable / raised by hired help

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ dis-organised / organised / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / cautiously reckless

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / flexible

♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between

♦ loyal / disloyal / loyal to what matters

♦ faithful / unfaithful / in between

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation:  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / queer / undecided

❥ Sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious { Due to Jacob Seed}

❣ Sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / idk

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / idk

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills :  excellent / good / moderate / poor / scrappy & sloppy, but, efficient

≡ Literacy Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol :  never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking : trying to quit / quit / never / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs : never / quit / tried it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs : never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food : never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently

♣ Gambling : never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler / just with her life

[anubis-005]

What are Hanako's (and the other Demon Lords') powers?

I mean other than being able to seduce literally anything that breathes—

HO MAN OK 👀 *cracks knuckles* Who’s ready for some LORE?! This isn’t quite finalized but I’m happier with it now than I was before (sorry it took me literal MONTHS to answer this one but I wanted to be thorough). 🙏

Base Powers (shared by ALL demons):  

Persuasion/Temptation: A hypnotic ability that eases one into compliance.

Claws and Fangs

Increased dexterity

Increased durability

Increased strength

DEMON LORD SPECIAL ABILITIES  

Yako (Lord of Pride) 

Pride’s Vanity - An illusion generating mirror that traps weak souls with promises of glory. 

Dummies - Pride’s twisted mannequins that she puppets (made with damned souls). 

Tsuchigomori (Lord of Greed)

Spider Horde - A vast and loyal network of spider collectors who scout Hell for items, creatures, and information. They are of various sizes and double as a private army.

4 extra limbs that he can elongate to absurd lengths.

Web - Telepathically controls his webs.

Mitsuba (Lord of Envy)

The Ringmaster (passive ability) - Siphons off power from those who enter his circle in order to appear in his most powerful form.

Impressions - Brings to life and possesses the shadows of his opponents. They mimic their every move and are a general nuisance.

The “Fun” House - Your ugliest envious thoughts and wants are reflected back at you in every room.

Akane (Lord of Wrath)

Dread - Aura paralyzes his opponents with fear. 

Holy Reckoning - (or the wreck-oning eh heh heh) Akane infects his victim with some of his remaining holy power. An attack full of pure spite. The use of it weakens his link to Heaven even more, but It will burn through a Demon’s body agonizingly slowly. Any other wound inflicted will heal just as slowly as it poisons the host’s body, and no demon can cure it.

Shijima (Lord of Sloth)

Sleep Paralysis - Traps you in a blissful dream. 

Roots - Powerful roots that seek to bind whatever moves.

Hanako (Lord of Lust)   

The Mark of Cain: A Divine Curse - Any attack inflicted upon Hanako will rebound back onto the attacker.

Flight - Can hover, as well as extend his wings and fly.

Sleep Inducement/Hypnosis (like a vampire)

Seductive Magnetism (passive ability) - aura of attractiveness, subtly lifts inhibitions, presence brings pleasure/attracts attention/admiration/seduces others (the effectiveness depends on the opposition's level of power)

Sexual Healing - Can replenish his strength/heal himself through physical intimacy. 

Tsukasa (Lord of Gluttony) 

Famine’s Scales: A Hellish Curse - Must feed constantly to maintain/increase his power or he’ll rot away completely.

Consumption - Whatever he consumes becomes a part of him and he gains power.

Prehensile Tongue

The 8th Plague: Summons locusts from his rotting body. Woo! Ok that’s what I have so far! 😄

[ffxivquel]

Character Summary: Felore Soleil

alias/nicknames. Not sure about nicknames but he seems to be the ‘dad’ at every party.

gender. Genderqueer man (he/they)

age. 40

zodiac. Capricorn

abilities + talents. Piano, sharp-shooting, riding, metalsmithing, enchantment, communicating with the dead

alignment.  lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

religion. Agnostic & respects all worldly beliefs.

sins. envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

virtues. charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

languages. Eorzean, Hingan, Old Coerthan

family. Lilai (Adoptive Mother), Tatalaji (Adoptive Father), Totoji (adoptive brother), Adrian (spouse), Cassiopeia (daughter), Orionus (son)

(most intimate) friends. Vander, Breandan, Xiaohu, Leina

sexuality. heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

relationship. single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

libido. sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent / responsive

build. slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

hair. white / blonde / brunette / red / black / blue

eyes. brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

skin. pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

height. 7'4"

scars. Puncture scar on his right side abdomen from a gunshot, cauterized blade scar a few inches below navel.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake  || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger bow or GUN || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them:

Rhapsody in Blue - George Gershwin

Feel Alright - Poolside

Space Oddity - Josh Cohen Cover (David Bowie)

Tagged by @durremont & @witchesandlotuses​ If you see this, consider yourself tagged!

[aintitfierce]

【ＢＡＳＩＣＳ】

Name: vanya Alias: the vanya creature, pretty vanya, various other variations on the former nickname, all of which are self-designated Gender: nonbinary Age: ancient Species: god...? Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown Abilities/Talents: interdimensional travel, creation, weak levitation, crying

【ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬ】

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true / idk man i can’t keep this straight to save my life Religion: none Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience Languages: i have no clue Parents: Nobody Knows Siblings: none Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / asexual / unsure / other Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

【ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ】

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other (black sclera, white irises) Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot  / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds Scars: none, miraculously Body mods: none

【ＣＨＯＯＳＥ】

Dogs or Cats? Birds or Hamsters? Snakes or Spiders? Red or Blue? Yellow or Green? Black or White? Coffee or Tea? Ice Cream or Cake? Fruits or Vegetables? Sandwich or Soup? Magic or Melee? Sword or Bow? Summer or Winter? Spring or Autumn? The Past or The Future?

[heroofpenamstan]

—OC TAG !

tagged by ( ages ago ) @faithchel, @chuckhansen, @loriane-elmuerto, @risenlucifer, @blissfulalchemist, @archetypesinthefog! x going to do my two new sons this time around just to have something about them on main, and going to Peer Pressure for some wayhaven/rdr ocs ( or any ones not done for! ) from my lovely mutuals: @consumedkings, @faithchel ( xoxoxo ), @abosaa, @starcrier; @shallow-gravy, @shellibisshe​ and anyone who wants to do it! x

name: ulrich hamelin alias/nicknames: ‘rich, rick, warlock of hamelin, nature’s abomination, pied piper, trickster, rat, tier X, agency’s menace gender: cis male age: 171 ( c. 2018 ) zodiac: gemini sun / capricorn moon / taurus rising abilities/talents: hypnotization, glamour, spell casting, conjuring, alchemy, dark magic, divination, enchantments, charms, manipulation, singing, various instruments, brewing, honed surivalist skills alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion: polytheistic pagan sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages: german, french, english, old norse, polish

family: unnamed father, mother, and two sisters, eliphas levi ( former mentor ) friends: man only has acquaintances he keeps at arms length and is prepared to drop and betray at a moment’s notice ( ethan murphy, various witch covens, agency higher-ups who need “special” “”illegal”” favours, trappers that want similar services; same goes for rogues, actually ), and ava du mortain ( even if it’s vehemently one-sided—or so she claims ). further along the line: detective isobel ross. sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated ( the century’s long slowburn/ lovers to awkward exes perceveres ) libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other ( left eye is pale and hazed ) skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 6′2 ( 189cm ) scars: both palms grazed with numerous cuts from various rituals, two deep gashes running from brow to cheekbone on the left side of the face, scarring the eyelid. magically healed would-be fatal wounds leaving faint lines in various parts of the body from altercations with other supernaturals, or humans during wartime features: strong bone structure, accented, deep voice, memorable face, and heterochromia sometimes shielded away with an eyepatch dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future five songs that remind you of them: 1. J2—man in the mirror 2. emily jane white—washed away 3. delta rae—i will never die 4. duivelspack—germania 5. soap&skin—thanatos bonus: the playlist

name: kayne o’driscoll alias/nicknames: kay, “abel smith”, o’driscoll jr., second-in-command, irish bastard, deranged maggot, pretty boy, cunning snake, the brains gender: cis male age: 35 ( c. 1899 ) zodiac: leo sun / scorpio moon / sagittarius rising abilities/talents: planning and organization, accounting, lying and deceiving, sweet-talking and philosophizing, long-range and short-range weapons, riding, gambling, stealing, basic survival skills alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion: ( loosely ) catholic sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages: english, some spanish and gaelic

family: colm o’driscoll ( uncle ), cillian o’driscoll ( father ), shannon o’driscoll ( mother ) friends: the o’driscoll boys, his sub-unit gang members ( cole, samuel, darren, james, niamh ), ben calloway, hector barlow, alden carruthers, seamus, sheriff leigh gray, sadie adler sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height: 6′ ( 185cm ) scars: old bullet wound scar on his right collar bone, a poorly-healed knife cut on his thigh, slight scarring on the chin features: olive-green bandana around the neck, trimmed and tidy beard, cocky drawl, wide, toothy grin, animated gestures dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow ( gun ) || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future five songs that remind you of them: 1. anthony willis—toxic 2. jack leopards & the dolphin club—look what you made me do 3. radiohead—you and whose army? 4. the kinks—i’m not like everybody else 5. mario batkovic—revenge is a dish best eaten bonus: the ship playlist

[dragons-ire]

Character Summary: Breandan

alias/nicknames: Audthildr’s Bane became something of a figure larger than the knight who wore the epithet once upon a time. He accepts nicknames and shortenings of his name with acceptance, depending on how good faith the individual seems. gender. Goes by he/him.  age. ‘Adult’. Early 30s zodiac. Pisces abilities + talents. A consummate soldier and professional warrior, trained most diligently in lancework and military strategy. Dragoon Stuff (tm) Some passing familiarity with other weapons styles, largely academic anymore. An architect’s eye for ruined places, some hand at carpentry, a quiet love of stories of distant places and older times. 

alignment.  lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true religion. Faithful to his patron deity, Halone, in an idiosyncratic and superstitious way that’s a little more country than the rigid Orthodoxy of the city. He studies the examples of the Fury’s Saints (Daniffen, Reinette, Finnea, etc) and maintains a few backwoods Shroud beliefs he can’t quite seem to let go of.

sins. envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath virtues. charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience languages. Speaks Common Eorzean well, and the elezen dialects of Ishgard and Gridania. Sort of conversational in a Viera dialect from the Golmore Jungle. Knows some spicy Bozjan swear words (and maybe from a few other places, too)

. family. Brighid Ducaille (sister), Silvestre Vigneaux (brother-in-law-to-be), Severine Sauvageot (sister in all but name), Elphanse and Aramis Silmontaix and Egrine and Rhaya Mhakarraca (’Cousins’)

friends. A man who ‘knows a lot of people’ should be said to have many friends and connections. Breandan doesn’t consider himself a fast one -  his nature and career makes keeping those connections intensely difficult at times. He counts among them but certainly not exclusively: the magician, Mazin Khin and his companion Morgan O’Faolain, his coworkers Otolin Stone, Yellow Rose and Cao Xiaohu.

sexuality. heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other relationship. single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated libido. sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent build. slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other hair. white / blonde / brunette / red / black eyes. brown / blue / gray / green / black / other (golden yellow) skin. pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other height. 6.9″. Perfectly average height. scars. A litany of physical ones, starting with the iconic one across one cheek and ending with any number of cuts and slashes or dragonfire burns. The scarred-over rasp of his voice suggests some internal damage there. The most recent of these isn’t even physical - a kind of crack in his aetherical makeup that at least seems to have been treated and is mending well.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future A few songs that remind you of them: Dangerous - Son Lux

Underground - MISSIO

Time to Go - John Vanderslice

Change on the Rise - Avi Kaplan

Icarus - Bastille

tagged by: @brightrind

tagging:  @bookbornexiv @autochthonousone @tea-and-conspiracy​ @houserosaire​  (and anyone else who would like!)

[brandstonethings]

Joe Things

Name: Joseph Brandstone

Alias/Nicknames: Joe, Joey

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Zodiac: Taurus

Abilities/Talents: Carpentry, lifting heavy things, singing (at least he thinks he’s good at it), making food and drinks disappear

Alignment:  lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil

Religion: Grew up around worship of the Light but he’s more druidic, believing in nature spirits.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: Common

Family: George Brandstone (father, deceased), Mary Brandstone (mother, deceased), Gennesy Crestwell (fiancé), Jasmine (daughter), Mary (daughter)

Friends: Joe’s grateful to have a ton of friends. His closest friend is probably Orin @easternkingdomer who he considers a brother. He also considers @tralaia, @ciralinroseshadow @elaianna, and @thomasstalsworth to be close friends.

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single / partnered / engaged / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other (Beefy, strongman physique) 

Hair: white / blonde / brown / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue  / gray / green / black / other (hazel)

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

Height: 6′10″

Scars: Claw marks across half of his face, bite mark on his neck, burns across his chest and sides in the shape of a rod, and lashes on his back where he’s been whipped.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

Songs that remind you of them:

1. Drinkin’ Problem - Midland

2. Whiskey and You - Chris Stapleton

3. Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Tagged by: @elaianna and @the-fearless-ragamuffin​ Thanks =)

Tagging: @tidesage-crestwell @eilitheandiel @lady-rian @steelmantle​

[advnterccs-archive]

【ＢＡＳＩＣＳ】

Name: Rick Sanchez

Alias: Smartest Man In The Universe, A God

Gender: Male

Age: 72

Species: Human

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: Interdimensional Travel, science, crafting, playing guitar

【ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬ】

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Doesn't believe in anything.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English, Spanish, Multiple Galactic Languages

Parents: Are deceased.

Siblings: None.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other (depends on verse)

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

【ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ】

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white/ blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot  / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds /above 250 pounds

Scars: Has a few small, unnoticeable scars from fights / battles

Body mods: Has cybernetic arm, leg, and eye.

【ＣＨＯＯＳＥ】 Dogs or Cats? Birds or Hamsters? Snakes or Spiders? Red or Blue? Yellow or Green? Black or White? Coffee or Tea? Ice Cream or Cake? Fruits or Vegetables? Sandwich or Soup? Magic or Melee? Sword or Bow? Summer or Winter? Spring or Autumn? The Past or The Future?

【ＢＡＳＩＣＳ】

Name: Morty Smith

Alias: None

Gender: Male

Age: 14

Species: Human

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: Interdimensional Travel, Rick's gadgets

【ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬ】

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Agnostic (is unsure of the existence of a higher power)

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English

Parents: Beth & Jerry Smith

Siblings: Summer Smith

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other (depends on verse)

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

【ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ】

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white/ blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot  / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds /above 250 pounds

Scars: Only a few scattered through-out his body, very unnoticeable.

Body mods: None that he's aware of.

【ＣＨＯＯＳＥ】

Dogs or Cats? Birds or Hamsters? Snakes or Spiders? Red or Blue? Yellow or Green? Black or White? Coffee or Tea? Ice Cream or Cake? Fruits or Vegetables? Sandwich or Soup? Magic or Melee? Sword or Bow? Summer or Winter? Spring or Autumn? The Past or The Future?

[redmatches]

Character Summary - Elise

art by craigthesaurus

alias/nicknames. Elise, “pretty knight” 

gender. trans female

age. 29, roughly

zodiac. She has no idea and probably doesn’t really care (Aquarius)

abilities + talents. fighting, painting, singing, some musical instruments

alignment.  lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

religion. Very little religious following, some mild agreement there’s probably the Twelve.

sins. envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

virtues. charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

languages. Speaks Eorzean, understands all through the Echo.

family. Alastor Blackheart (Father, ... deceased), Mara Blackheart (Mother, deceased).

(most intimate) friends. Esen Dazkar, Ayla Thatcher, Cao Xiaohu, Elia Barrett

sexuality. heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

relationship. single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

libido. sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent / responsive

build. slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

hair. white / blonde / brunette / red / black / blue

eyes. brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

skin. pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

height. 6'2"

scars. A scar across her right eye, multitudes across her body.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic AND melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them:

Halsey - Control

MISSIO - The Darker The Weather, The Better The Man

Casey Edwards ft. Victor Borba - Bury the Light

Architects - Doomsday

Des Rocs - Used To The Darkness

EDEN - love; not wrong (brave)

[bisexual-inuyasha]

Xingese Gold

Prompts: pining/hands/nature. “Please just hate me already.”

Wrap your arms and hold me still

I don't wanna think about what I will

Speak in tones that I can't hear

And tell me how no one knows anything in here

-- Jade Bird “What Am I Here For”

A young boy with black hair and dark eyes sat in his mother’s field. His face was serious, mouth twisted into a frown. He was a very stern child, hair pulled severely back into a bun.

For most kids his age, the object of their concentration would be something colorful and loud. Or maybe even ants crawling along the dirt or the dried out carcass of a worm. For this child, scrawny and tired, it was the flowers. His fingers--nimble, gentle, fleeting like tiny birds--brushed over the golden strands. Petals remained safely caged behind spindly stamen. His pants were soaked at the knees, his bare feet covered in broken grass and mud. 

His mother had taught him about these flowers. It couldn’t have been more than a month ago, after a similar heavy bout of rains. The lesson came after the worst news in his young life. She had died only a few days later, protecting him from one of his brothers from another clan. Forty one siblings would be easier to kill than forty two. He’d written the name down in a book, tucked that book into his shirt, and watched his mother be buried in the only silk his clan could muster. It had not been a good season.

She had called these flowers Xingese gold. According to her, they were the only flowers of their kind in all the world. Other places had yellow, red and white. But only the Yao clan from Xing had golden spider lilies. They were proof, she’d said, that he was meant to ascend to the throne. Only the Emperor could wear gold, after all.

He glanced around the field and  rocked back on the balls of his feet to get a better look. When he was sure the coast was clear, he plucked a flower and tucked it into the middle pages.

The list of the names in the book grew longer as more and more clans fell to assassination attempts. His mother’s children, his half-siblings, resented and revered him as their downfall and their only possible salvation. For many years, he had no true friends.

And then Lan Fan found him, visiting the now overgrown field, plucking Xingese gold. And she swore, for the price of a single flower, she would protect him. Her hands were clean and her clothes neat when he took him to the humble house she lived in. Her grandfather’s face was hard. His lessons were harder. But his kindness reminded Ling of a childhood wrapped and buried in silk. And with the old man’s guidance, and Lan Fan’s friendship, Ling’s body hardened into a weapon.

His personality sharpened like a knife, quick and cutting and so unassuming.

But it was his instincts that set him apart. He lived with his finger on the pulse, twisting around the existence of others like a hesitant snake. Curious and fleeting, never lingering long, taking only what he needed.

And this is how Ling Yao became a teenager who crossed the desert, determined to find the key to immortality. 

**Amestris, before the end of the world.**

Ling lay on hot tiles, tapping his toes against the burning roof. He was waiting for the right time to drop through the open window. This golden haired alchemist was well known around this country for his search for the philosopher’s stone. The philosopher’s stone was well known for being the only alchemical way to achieve immortality. If Ling believed in fate, he’d almost think they were meant to find each other. 

That wouldn’t do right now.

Ed had all the cards. Every scrap of information Ling wanted existed behind those golden eyes. Whatever Ed didn’t know about the philosopher’s stone, he knew how to find. Ling sensed that maybe, this stone and Ed’s life, were intrinsically linked. Linked in a way far more certain than fate.

Al left the room. The metal man had taken to leaving when he could tell Ed needed to rest. It was less lonely for him to spend those hours exploring the city. Or at least that was the reason Al gave. But it didn’t take the dragon’s pulse to see that Edward Elric was thinning out.

Not physically. His body was fit as ever, though no taller for having increased his intake. But Edward himself seemed more and more distant. Al may be afraid of disappearing inside his armor, but Ed was disappearing into himself. The golden hair alchemist was becoming lost in a maze of problems and responsibilities that seemed to grow new walls and corridors every day. Ling had his own knots to untangle. He couldn’t help lead Edward out of his.

“I wasn’t sure I’d get the chance to talk with you.” Ling slid through the window, grinning. 

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” Ed’s metal arm was over his eyes. Ling had noticed he did this when he was too warm. The metal had to be cool against his skin.

“Do what? You can’t even see me.” Ling sidled down onto the couch. Ed’s bed was clear across the room. He could have sworn the set up was different when the boys had first settled into this room, but he wouldn’t complain. “Lan Fan and Fu want me to stay hidden for a couple of days, until Bradley loses interest.”

“What, did you get bored?” Ed snickered. “Or did they just run out of food?”

Ling patted his tummy forlornly. “Do you mean to say you have food? I do feel a little faint, now that you mention it.” He went limp, feigning unconsciousness. His stomach growled for good effect.

 Ed’s footsteps padded on the hardwood floors. The metal clunk of his foot was muffled by the sock he wore over it, but it was still an unusual gait. Distinct, and comforting. It had been a signal to Ling that he was safe, since Gluttony. Since he’d listened for those footsteps in the dark, and the blood. Ling opened his eyes and stared at the moonlit ceiling. Just the thought of Gluttony made him feel slimy. Filled his nose with the scent of blood. Suddenly his appetite was gone.

He still accepted the bowl of scallion chicken soup when Ed handed it to him and took a large spoonful. “Cold.”

“Yeah, well, that is what an icebox does.” Ed pulled his hand through his hair. “Still good though.” 

Ling took another large spoonful. His stomach clenched. He put the food down. He tried not to look revolted but Ed was watching him all the same. “Good, but maybe not what I’m hungry for tonight.” 

“Hm.” Ed tapped his fingers against his chair. His mouth was tense, body full of restless energy. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. “Do you ever think about how we’re just… kids?”

Ling waited for the horror to cross Ed’s face at what would usually be a difficult confession, but tonight seemed to be a night of honesty. 

“I haven’t been a kid since before I met Lan Fan. I don’t contemplate those kinds of things much any more.” Ling leaned forward to rest his chin on his hand. Ed was still in his black tanktop and work pants. He’d taken to sleeping in them more often than not. “What makes your mind so heavy today?”

Ed didn’t answer for a long moment. Outside, Ling could hear the never sleeping cars of Amestris trotting along the cobble streets. Ling followed the line where Ed’s hair met his jawline. It looked so different outside of the braid.

“I saw Al’s body. It’s just. So young.” Ed stood, pacing. Ling listened to the pad-thunk-scrape-pad-thunk of Ed’s steps. “We’re all so young. I can see it in the Colonel’s eyes when he gives me orders. I can feel it when Riza talks to me and there’s all this… this sorrow. Like she’s stealing something from me. Something I’ll never get back. And some part of me knows she’s right.”

Ling could taste the metallic stain of blood on his tongue. His fingernails still had some of Gluttony stuck in the beds. When he closed his eyes, he could still see Envy’s souls calling out to him, begging him to free them. “I’m tired, Ed. Have you been sleeping?” 

Ed’s eyes narrowed. His arms crossed. In a small, miffed voice he admitted that no, he hadn’t really been sleeping. “Don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“You’re too young to be contemplating loss of youth.” Ling grinned. It was full of too many teeth. “Come on, lighten up Ed. You probably just need a nap.”

“I don’t want to nap. I just. Want to feel like I’m going somewhere.” Ed flopped back into his seat. Ling’s response seemed to have deflated him. “I’m just trying to get back to where I was before I lost Al’s body. But what do I do then? Most people spend this time figuring that out, but I’ve just determined I don’t want to stay a State Alchemist.”

“That’s a good start.” Link chuckled, and despite his best effort, it was not as lighthearted as he usually managed. “Being able to decide you don’t want to do something is a luxury some of us don’t have.”

This was an unusual visit. Since Ling and Ed’s day spent in the belly of Gluttony, Ling had gone to see Ed whenever the sun went down and the smell of blood filled his nose. Usually, Ed gave away his leftovers and they snarked back and forth at each other until Ling fell asleep on the couch. The next morning, Ling would sneak away through the window he snuck in from.

Ling’s chest felt tight. The room was too hot. He didn’t want to think about lost childhood, lost time. He didn’t want to think about fate and choosing his destiny. Ed’s problems weren’t his problems. Ed was upset he hadn’t been utilizing his time choosing what to do after he inevitably succeeded in his goal of finding Al’s body.

If Ling didn’t succeed in becoming emperor, all of his clan's people would die. And whoever became emperor could kill a lot more than that. His success depended on a goal so outlandish that most people dismissed it as a childish fantasy. Success meant a long life of being more responsible for more people than he could count in ten lifetimes. 

A heavy touch landed on his shoulder. Ed must have been talking to him, but he hadn’t heard anything at all. 

“Are you ok, Ling?” Ed’s earlier anxiety was replaced by worry. Now that Ling had been pulled out from his thoughts, he could feel Ed’s other hand on his knee. Anchors to the present. 

Ling smiled. He opened his mouth to assure Ed he was fine and maybe he’d take a nap since Ed wouldn’t, but Ed was already shaking his head.

“You don’t have to do that.” Ed let go of Ling’s shoulder and leaned back against the couch. He laid his head back, staring up at the window Ling came in. “I don’t have anyone I can actually talk to either, you know. Everyone expects something of me.”

“I expect something from you, too.” Ling leaned back beside Ed. Their shoulders bumped into each other on the couch, skin against skin. The smell of blood receded. Ling’s stomach growled again.

“No, you want something from me. That’s not the same as expecting something of me.”

Ling turned to look at the alchemist, surprised. “Explain.”

“Winry expects me to keep her and Al safe, to keep all my promises and then return home. Al, of course, expects me to get his body back. And I will. I want to. He should expect it of me. The Colonel and Hawkeye expect me to be an amazing alchemist, but they also expect me to be ok. Compared to all of that…” Ed sighed. “Compared to that, telling you about the philosopher’s stone is just a conversation. Just me telling you about Alchemy and my research.”

“So you’re saying you would have told me about the philosopher’s stone without me blowing up Gluttony’s head?”

Ed scoffed. “Don’t pretend you didn’t feel like a badass.”

“I was terrified. I'd like to see you stick your whole arm in that thing’s mouth.” They both laughed. Though truly, Ling was terrified of Gluttony. And Envy. All of the Homunculi who had too many souls. He thought Ed probably was, too.

“Well, you certainly looked confident. And fast, too. You’ll have to teach me some moves. Maybe I'll finally beat Al in a fight.”

They didn’t talk for so long that Ling drifted into sleep. His side pressed against Ed’s. Their legs touched hip to knee. Ling could feel the jutting edge of the automail through Ed’s jeans.  To his surprise, Ed’s head leaned into his, stirring him. Ling turned to see if Ed was asleep and was greeted with a face full of golden hair.

Ling moved carefully. Ed was fast asleep. He didn’t even seem to notice Ling’s arm move to circle around his shoulders. 

The memory of the dark, and the blood, and the souls crying out dimmed. Quieter, until Ling could almost convince himself those monsters had just been a bad dream. He ran his fingers through Ed’s hair and considered.

They’d grown closer, since their run in with Gluttony and the desperate run from Father’s base below Central. Since his introduction to Ling, both Envy and Wrath had been relentless in hunting him down. And still, he came here. Still, he waited out the nights with an anchor that told him the darkness was safe.

“You know, I’m going to use that stone eventually.” Ling kept his voice low. He didn’t actually want to confess anything to Ed. Not while the shorter man was sleeping so soundly. “No matter how it was made, I can’t let all my people die.”

Ed didn’t stir. Ling hummed. A thought twisted through his chest. “It would probably be better if you hated me now instead of later. But I just can’t bring myself to warn you. I’m a selfish, selfish man.”

Ling drifted off again eventually. It was hard to sleep on the couch without ending up awkwardly wrapped around Ed or falling off onto the hard wood.

When he woke in the morning, he was surprised to find Ed still leaning on his shoulder, fast asleep. The sun flooded the window and suddenly Ling was back in Xing, in his mother’s field. Strands of gold spilled between his fingertips.

“Xingese gold…” Ling murmured.

“What?” Ed yawned and sat up. “God, your breath stinks.”

Ling snorted. “You’re one to talk.”

Ling’s face burned. Every time he’d done this before, Ed had slept in his own bed. They’d come dangerously close to cuddling. With Ling’s increasing dependency on his visits with Ed, he wasn’t sure how to interpret the new developments. 

“What’s Xingese gold?” Ed stood and stretched. 

Ling smiled, remembering his mother sitting among the flowers. He pulled his book from his pocket. “I’ll show you.” 

The flower was faded and fragile. Ling didn’t dare move the flower off the paper. “Only my clan in Xing can grow this specific shade. My mother called it Xingese gold.”

“That’s… random.” Ed shrugged. 

“Just a dream, that’s all.” Ling stretched his grin wide again. “Though, your hair is the exact same shade.”

Ed’s cheeks tinged pink. “Hey, about last night…”

“No one has to know Edward Elric thought I looked cool when I fought the homunculus.” Ling patted Ed’s head, a motion he knew the short alchemist would hate. Ed fumed, but didn’t shout like Ling expected.

“Just so you know, Ling. If you accept that stone, I’ll fight it out of you.” Ed turned, picking up a new set of clothes for the day. “And if it kills you, it won’t make it to Xing to rule with your body.”

The anxiety in Ling’s chest burst. Fear, anger, worry splashed around his insides, coating his thoughts with an existential dread. Ed had heard him last night. Had heard him and rejected hating him.

Ling climbed into the window. 

Edward didn’t look back to see him leave.

Besides, no matter how Ling felt about what Ed had said, they both knew he’d be back when the darkness came.