#heres my poorly written head cannon

[f0xgl0v3]

I need to rant about my favorite characters and how I’ve characterized them, and my Camp Jupiter/ PJO Romans are-Imagining-

*Correction; I just rant about Octavian from HoO the entire time; I’ll post an Luke one and a Jason one and some other characters maybe later. Along with those Camp Jupiter things.

Guys this is written stream of consciousness (I think); so sorry :[ (I also kind of project of these characters but that’s what happens with faves)

Octavian-

My boy- my darling little guy. I love this little deranged war criminal; uncle Rick did him dirty; he was used as the butt of the jokes (like many of the Romans, I’m doing an entire Camp Jupiter re-imagining that I’ll probably post here) but he was a plot device too- but I love my guy. He’s poorly written (in my unprofessional opinion) he doesn’t have any characterization other than “I don’t like the Greeks, they aren’t cool >:[“ and I’ll be honest; I like Rome better (I am biased) but after we get a character written like Luke Castellan (I know- I know we aren’t supposed to like him, but like- cmon, hear me out) where he’s written pretty well in my opinion, with a clear tragic story and motivation. Octavian feels like a very watered down more comedic Luke; in the worst way. But I; as someone who needs as much information on something as I can and I’m not satisfied with just that, have scanned through the wiki; looked at all of his scenes and giggled in his general direction, and this is my head-canons (and probably art too let’s be honest) on the little guy

Octavian Cesaer-

My boy is 100% mixed in my heart. In my brain his father is Black and his mother is white.

BIG family; my man’s is the 8th out of 9 children (Julia; THAT Julia is also his younger sister. I saw that head canon somewhere and snatched it)

He has a really good and close friendship with Michael Kahale; they are genuinely good friends, and Octavian enjoys his presence

(In my Camp Jupiter AU, re-imagining? Idk- but in the thing, I’m re-searching actual Roman legion structure and rankings, etc. because from characterization of the Romans they would not be up to change anything about the legion) but Octavian’s working to try and rise up to the most important role (Praetors aren’t the most important position in my brain for the re-imagined) and only supported Jason’s name change idea begrudgingly is because that would make him Primus Pilus; and he wanted the promotion. (This headcanon may change once I continue to fiddle with how I want to interpret C.J)

Cannot keep his hair legion-regulation, Octavian has a rough love-hate relationship with the hair. He *really* does not appreciate it at times. It’s overgrown and pushed to the left.

I like to think of my Octavian (Octavian 2: electric bogaloo) as being somewhere on the Autism spectrum. It’s another head-cannon I adopted somewhere and have just clung onto. It tickles the right part of my brain.

Knows everything about Rome; like actually. And Troy; he really liked the Aenead(?) when he was younger, if anyone asked his favorite Trojan was Hector (it was totally Andromache, he felt really bad for her. And sobbed during Hector’s farewell. Yes I am somewhat projecting).

His family pressured him a lot into his roles, he does genuinely like his Augur role.

This man lives and breathes the legion. Genuinely loves his home and wants to protect it; just ends up coming off as kind of paranoid.

He didn’t get much attention as a kid (with his 8 other siblings) so he tries really hard for his voice to be heard and over-explains and tries to be very clear when he’s wanting to get his message across. Most people interpret him (as said MANY times in the books) as kind of desperate to be listened to and a little whiny

Really takes his rules seriously and doesn’t like when people don’t follow him. There has been a many ‘but that’s not fair >:[‘ with my little guy.

Octavian is a REGULAR at the build-a-bear in Berkeley. He mostly uses them for Auguries when he needs something fresher. But he does sometimes keep them (he impulsive buys anytime they have a bird one, he also literally stayed up refreshing the website when he saw the, “Wolf Pup build-a-bear online exclusive” and was one of like the first people to buy it.

https://www.buildabear.com/wolf-pup/029368.html (the plush in question if anyone wants a visual)

He bleaches his hair. That’s it :] I’m un-equipped to try and talk about a hairstyle I think he has because I am not the person to talk about black hairstyles without making a fool of myself. Though he does really like Hair rings, he thinks their a cool way to have some nice casual looking added bling to his usual outfits

This man wears majority of Hand-me-downs. Those shirts SWAMP him because his older brothers just had to be good archers

On that note about Archery- Octavian sucks at archery but is pretty good with other long-ranged weapons. Any spear/javelin/pole arm and he’s got it (based off of him being able to spear Gwen, from what I think was a ways away) and I’d like to think if the situation is dire he can throw his dagger pretty well.

He’s currently got the strongest prophetic powers in his family; and his family (I think this is mentioned somewhere- I dunno it’s late) goes back to being related to Augustus Caesar (the guy)

Isn’t a good artist. He doesn’t like not being good at anything artistic when he has things he really does want to paint or draw that don’t come out how he wants them to.

Octavian has problems with anger, totally. Stabbing stuffed animals isn’t really a good method to let out anger

People don’t give him enough credit for his part on the raid of mount Tam; sure Jason did the whole ‘topple Kronos’s black throne’ (which is a genuine achievement that Jason deserves and I love him-) but he also led the first cohort to battle against majority of the monsters; the first cohort were the first ones to storm of course-

I love him he’s so silly and goofy <3 uhhhhh. He’s also a people pleaser

He has a disappointed-mother-resting face.

Does the thing with the nose bridge pinching way too much.

He tugs on his hair when frustrated or annoyed or anything.

That’s all for now :3, I just wanted to get some of that out there. If anyone does pay attention to this account my next posts are probably going to be either Octavian art, more Calliope design things, or more likely stuff on my Re-imaging of Camp Jupiter/New Rome as someone with Ancient Rome as a special interest I really want to make my version of Camp Jupiter

[strawberry-jan]

I wrote an endnote to one of my fics that ended up being so long and spoiler-heavy that I had to exile a big chunk of it to my tumblr - so here you go: a big ol' Effort Post about the history and fictional history of your guy and mine, Ishin Wagi.

If you haven't finished Ishin, you probably shouldn't click to read the post under the cut, as it contains big endgame spoilers.

In contrast with Inoue Genzaburo — who’s portrayed in Ishin and other media as a serious, level-headed sort of guy — Serizawa Kamo was a heavy drinker with an infamously short temper. He was born in Mito and, like Sakamoto Ryoma, he was a member of the goshi class, though it should be noted that the extreme discrimination that we see Ryoma experiencing in-game is pretty specific to Tosa’s goshi; Serizawa wasn’t particularly poorly off. Also like Ryoma, Serizawa was involved in shishi activities: he was a member of the Tengu Party, an anti-foreigner political group whose members committed various acts of violent rebellion, including the 1860 assassination of Ii Naosuke (a high-ranking official in the Tokugawa shogunate whose death comes up in letters that you can find in Ishin Kiwami). Serizawa didn’t participate in the assassination, but between his ties to the Tengu Party and an incident in which he executed several of his subordinates for no good reason, he ended up in prison, where he assumed he’d be executed in turn. While there, Serizawa was said to have written a poem with his own blood on a piece of scrap cloth: “In the snow and frost, the plum blossom is the first to bloom in brilliant colours; its fragrance lingers even after the petals have scattered.”

In late 1862, Serizawa was released from prison. By early 1863 (and here I’m skimming over a lot of historical context) Serizawa had joined up with Kondo Isami as a member of the Mibu Roshigumi: the precursor to the Shinsengumi, so called because they were a bunch of ronin whose headquarters were originally in Mibu. They worked under the patronage of the Aizu clan; one of Serizawa’s brothers may have had connections to the clan, which Serizawa and Kondo might have leveraged to gain support for their organization. As a commander, Serizawa was kind of a disgrace by most accounts: among other offenses, he was responsible for wrecking a restaurant in a drunken rage and destroying a silk merchant’s shop with a cannon. Most importantly for my purposes, he was allegedly the man who picked a fight with a bunch of sumo wrestlers in the streets of Osaka.*

Serizawa was murdered in 1863, and there are various theories as to why. It’s popularly assumed that the guy was just a huge bastard who was too out-of-control to hold down his job, and that Hijikata and several other members of the organization killed him accordingly. Another theory that you’ll see sometimes is that while his familial connections were useful, Serizawa himself was a liability whom his companions discarded as soon as they felt secure in doing so. Under this theory, the issue wasn’t so much that he was badly behaved (though this probably didn’t help); it was more that he had his own little faction of men who went around looking down on the others and calling Serizawa “sensei,” and that Serizawa had ties to Mito, which remained a hotbed of seditious activity. (In fact, in 1864, civil war would break out in Mito as the Tengu Party staged an armed rebellion against the shogunate.)

I understand why Ishin’s writers dropped most of Serizawa’s history. It’s complicated, it’s not directly relevant to Ryoma’s story, and Inoue is a secondary character who’s meant (like his mainline counterpart) to come across as a superlatively loyal mentor figure and not as a belligerent asshole. But it’s interesting, in that context, that the writers went out of their way to allude to Serizawa’s history in weird ways. In-game, Serizawa is described as “a living shadow from the Mito domain” — which, okay, you could indeed describe the historical Serizawa that way, given that he narrowly escaped execution and then left Mito to join the Roshigumi. But he’s also described as a wandering bandit who took Hirayama and Hirama under his wing before meeting Kondo in Kyoto, which doesn’t particularly fit with history. Okita — our Okita, the fake one, lol — also says that the three of them committed dappan and were promised a pardon by the Mito domain if Serizawa assassinated Yoshida Toyo, which also has no basis in historical reality but which does make him an accessory to the big players’ nasty schemes for a comprehensible reason. Finally, Serizawa’s school of swordsmanship is referred to as “Mito Tengu” despite the fact that, historically, Serizawa trained in the Shindo Munen school. Conveniently, Ishin’s writers managed to skip over Serizawa’s awfulness on a personal level and to avoid depicting the character in the game as a prominent (and very willing) member of a violently xenophobic political group. I’m listing all of these oddities not to make a judgement about the whitewashing of history, but because it's interesting to me that what did end up in the game is there at all: the writers didn’t need to, but they established a connection between Serizawa, the Tengu Party, and the shishi more broadly anyhow.

Of course, I have the brain disease that makes me latch onto minor characters for no good reason and will therefore take whatever little crumbs of Ishin Kashiwagi I can get. Still, typing all of this up made me think about the missed opportunities here. I would have loved to see the writers do more with some version of Serizawa who was a little less of a bastard but who still committed himself to the shishi’s cause in his Mito days and then grew disillusioned with that cause during his stay in prison and his time with the Mibu Roshigumi. It’s a neat point of sympathy between Inoue and Ryoma, who finds himself similarly chewed up and spat out by the Tosa Loyalist Party in the game. That connection lends gravity to Inoue’s decision to tattle on Ryoma to Kondo but also to keep covering for the guy every time he says or does something transparently suspicious. They might be, in a sense, kindred spirits.

It felt too tangential to delve too much into all of this stuff in my Ishin fics, but you can imagine this sense of sympathy lying behind Inoue’s actions throughout Chapter 4 of Secret History &c. (as well as in his little sequence in Chapter 2 of Glorious and Bloody Deeds &c.). You can also imagine that some of the big shishi conspirators in this story would have known about Serizawa’s origins in Mito with the Tengu Party — it was no big secret — and that they would have been appalled by his new allegiances but also suspicious that he had died because of his old ones. It’s also pretty reasonable to assume that the big Choshu players would have some sense of Saito’s identity, given that Hanpeita and Katsura are allies in Ishin’s version of events. Of course, I also think that our Ryoma wouldn’t know shit about any of this and would absolutely respond like, huhh? whaaaa??? to any/all allusions to the complicated politics behind all these stories. If you’re in a state of perpetual confusion about people and politics while playing Ishin, you’re just doing a great job of role-playing Bakumatsu Kiryu.

Anyway, nearly everything I write is turbo horny and my Ishin fics are no exception, so please don’t read them at work, but they’re very much about the stories men tell about themselves and others, and I think if all this stuff interests you, you might find the yarns I’ve spun interesting as well.

* This is another event that’s mentioned in passing in an in-game letter that was added to Ishin Kiwami, and whatever my feelings about that remake might be, I think all the letters and notes are a brilliant addition; I was tickled to see a reference to this incident show up! Historically, the Big Sumo Brawl happened well before 1867 and it had nothing to do with the events covered in Ishin, so please understand that when I’m writing about it in my fic, I’m mashing events together and playing around with a big Bakumatsu sandbox in a way that I think feels true to the game’s style of writing. I thought it would be funny to have Inoue lay claim to the act when he wasn’t even on the scene; it brings the story in line with history, but in the stupidest possible way. (Also, I submit to you that the smut is practically canon-compliant and likely historically accurate. :V)

[maleyhae]

IN ANOTHER LIFETIME...

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano x Fem! immortal! reader

summary- You've finally found love in a person who truly loved you, but you have been cursed and you try not to get too attached to him, but you failed and ended up hurt more than you were with your past lovers in other lifetimes.

fandom- Tokyo revengers

Warnings- Angst poorly written bc it's me who's writing it, cussing, mention of death, uhm non canon deaths and possible spoilers for it? thoughts of cheating (Mikey thinks Ur cheating which Ur not) probably non cannon reactions.

word count- 1115 (counting spaces and etc)

A/N- uhm thank you to my friend toby for this idea bc of our convo of immortals and recantation also I'm back probably not for long though #i'mslowlygoinginsaneandshit.

MIKEY'S POV:

Reader has been acting strange again. She's been avoiding me and hanging out with Takamichi a lot more. But she wouldn't cheat on me, would she? No no no she wouldn't and sure as hell not with that crybaby. Maybe I did something wrong... I should ask Emma why a girl would start being distant.

"EMMAAAA" I yelled while looking for her. She didn't answer so I go to her bedroom and open the door. I saw her and reader hanging out. I tilted my head "hmm? I didn't know reader was coming over..." I said quietly which wasn't normal for me to do unless upset. Which I sorta was knowing my own girlfriend was over and not even hanging out with me. Reader looks down her {} falling over her beautiful face covering it. "Hiya reader..." I said and she waves back while I frown.

"Emma, can I speak to you alone?" I ask "Sure, hold on reader i'll be back!!" Emma says to me and reader as she walks towards me and to the kitchen. "What's up Mikey?" She asked "So uhm reader has been ignoring me here recently again like she did when we first started to date but I haven't done anything and has been hanging around Takamichi" I tell her. She looks at me and sighs and tells me what could possibly be. Which didn't help me at all, so I just sighed and left to go see Takamichi to ask wtf is going on.

READERS POV:

I recently learned from Takamichi that Mikey will be killed soon but I won’t be like Takamichi who is just letting him die. I’m trying to plan out how I can save him. I needed him to survive this lifetime. I can’t take another lover dying and me not being able to stop it. I have so much blood on my hands I can’t do it anymore.

I stayed away from him to try and lose feelings as well, but it pains me every time I see his face when I ignore him. I’ve been hanging out with Takamichi to gain information about the problem like who, how, when and where. I wanted to marry Mikey and live old and happy with him. 

But from what I'm being told I don’t think that will be happening. But I'd rather try and save him then have it happen and not stop it. I was at his house talking to his sister about something, I forgot when he came in. Gosh he was so handsome, but I wanted to break the silent treatment I’ve been giving him and hug him. He looks so tired and like he’s been crying so much...

It hurt my heart because I know it’s my fault. He took Emma somewhere to chat and I was stuck in the quiet which I hated and was stuck with my loud thoughts and looked down at my hands and saw the blood of Mikey from other lifetimes me and him lived in where I had to hold him while he died. I got up and walked out of her room and to the kitchen where I saw him beg her to tell him what’s wrong with me which she didn’t know so he just gave up and left. I felt hurt and walked out to the kitchen and she looked at me and said, “Please talk to my brother, he is in so much pain, reader.” and then hands me a cup of water and walks back to her room to probably call Draken. 

I chugged the water and ran out to Takamichi's house because that’s probably where Mikey was. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him. 

 MIKEY’S POV:

My reader was immortal…? READER WAS IMMORTAL??? Why was Takamichi telling me instead of her? I got deep in my thoughts till I heard a female voice scream for Takamichi, and I turned and saw my beautiful reader.

She stopped and looked at me and teared up and ran into my chest hugging me. I was wide eyed as this was the first hug from her in weeks. I looked down and smiled at her with love and hugged her back, calming her down as she started crying. I listen to her muffled apology. I Accepted and told never again, and we pinkie promised it...

It's been 3 days since then. She keeps trying to keep me home which is never like her. I told I couldn't as much as I'd like because this was important, so she then asked if she could come instead. Why is she being so needy today? Not that I'm complaining, it's just out of the norm for her. After a few minutes of her begging I folded and let her come with me.

SECOND PERSON POV:

Blood. That's what covered your shirt, knees and hands. You were crying something Mikey never saw you do before. You picked him up and put him in the back of y'all's shared car Takamichi driving as you were fit to. It was getting hard for Mikey to keep his eyes open while you begged him to try harder but, in the end, you kissed him and hugged him tightly knowing it was time for him to leave this hellish earth. "I love you so much my love" was the last thing he heard before he died.

He was rushed into the hospital, you and Takamichi sat in the waiting room for hours, eyes were on you which you would usually freak out and Mikey would comfort you. But well, he was gone. But it wasn't because of your thoughts it's because of the traumatized look you had and that you were covered in blood...

After a few hours you were able to see him while you sat by him holding his hand and fell asleep for the time you were there.

Part two...?

[violetswritingg]

Canary Cry

Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x OFC!

Description: Her violence was silent. Until it wasn't.

"I'm fine."

"Fine is just another word for drowning."

Rating T-M (mentions of blood, child abuse, mental health, cannon situations of violence and the like. Loss of parents, hard of hearing/deaf character, poorly written fight scenes lol)

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15

Star City

September 7, 05:15 PST

Kate's eye fluttered open, her head still swimming from sleep and remnant effects from a concussion and the drugs they gave her in Bialyia. Which were proving to linger in her system and make her sluggish.

Her string lights glowing a dim orange that didn't bother her eyes too much, her blinds drawn shut tight and no music played on her vinyl player like it normally did. Kate had not been having a good time the last couple of days since she got back and had her memories restored. Which almost didn't happen due to her head trauma and the worry it would scramble her brain trying to put it back together.

At the end of the day her panicking at being in some weird white room in a medical gown is what pushed Dinah to risk it. It was strange to remember, not remembering. In a way Kate was still confused as to what happened, sitting through the debrief was a challenge and she didn't really hear anyone talking.

"Kate."

The girl's eyebrows pinched together at the voice in her head, her brain pinging in protest. Hot tendrils of pain sparking at her temples and behind her eyes.

"Listen to me."

Kate groaned, her eyes slamming shut as her hands came to her head. Curling into a ball to try and get away from the pain. And failing.

"It's your mother. I just want to talk."

~~*~~

Kate's eyes shot open, as did her body. Gagging and trying to breath at the same time from the sudden rush of movement. Turning over on her side Kate emptied her stomach into the bucket Dinah had set up as this had been a trend with her concussion the last couple of days.

Dinah had kept her home for the last three days, letting her rest, trying not to feel upset when there wasn't instant recognition in Kate's eyes when she looked at her.

Dinah knew it was only because the last two missions of Kate's that left her with mild concussions piling on top of each other and then getting mind blasted by Psimon on top of it all and then drugged. It was a dire mix that led to where Kate was now mentally. Thankfully there had been a lull in team missions so Kate wasn't missing out on that part. But she hadn't gone to school either, following the concussion protocol.

The voice still echoed in her head, making the pounding worse than it was and causing her to gag again. Dry heaving loudly.

"Kate?" Dinah's voice cut through the pounding and Kate's body relaxed at the feeling of soft hands on her back. "It's okay, don't fight it."

Kate dry heaved a couple more times before stopping, coughing at the burn of stomach acid in her throat and the aftertaste coating her mouth. Dinah silently handing her a glass of water that Kate took and drank heavily from before Dinah pulled it away.

"You'll make yourself sick again."

Kate just huffed and sat back against her headboard, leaning her head back against the wood, closing her eyes.

"My head hurts." Kate mumbled and Dinah leveled a worried look at her that Kate didn't see.

"Here." Dinah offered her two pills from the prescription bottle on Kate's bedside. The alarm bells had been ringing in her head for days. All the red flags that where documented with concussions Kate was showing and Dinah knew it was going to be a long recovery period if they didn't try some alternative to rest and pain meds.

Dinch was just worried that Kate wouldn't be the same anymore, too many cases of personality changes and mood swings with brain injuries and concussions. Kate was just coming into her own, Dinah would hate for her to have to start all over again because of this.

Dinah watched as Kate seemingly passed out again and her stomach twisted. Pulling out her phone Dinah clicked on a contact. Listening to it ring a couple of times before he answered.

"Palmer, I need a favor."

~~*~~

Palmer technologies

September 7, 08:30 PST

Kate, still passed out but now in her goldfinch suit, was rolled into the medical labs part of the building. Ray Palmer walking with Dinah right behind the procession of doctors, also in her suit now.

"Just the preliminary scans show some decent trauma to the brain, on both lobes. It's not great, there also seems to be some minor bleeding which I think is what is causing the major side effects you've been seeing. Thankfully I can help her." Dinah's shoulder's slumped a fraction in relief at the man's anxious words.

"How?"

"We've been working on a medical device that is meant to help those with CTE and traumatic brain injuries. It's a simple implant into the base of the skull that sends out nanites to repair the damage and then exit the body through fluids." Ray explained, stopping the woman right outside of the lab the other doctors had rolled Kate into.

"Has it been tested before?" Dinah asked, her eyes trailing the medical bed. Watching until Kate's blonde hair disappeared.

"Not on a person..." Dinah's eyes cut to the man, darkening in a silent threat. "But it's worked before on primates, whose brain structure is the most similar to humans that you're going to find. It will take some reworking and we'll need to run some more tests on her as well as run some simulations before we move forward, but it's her best shot right now besides brain surgery."

Dinah let out a long sigh, one arm curling around her stomach, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose.

"We won't go forward unless our simulations show more than a ninety-five percent chance of this working. I promise you Goldfinch will be safe and we will do our best to help her." Ray soothed the woman, not knowing the exact connection between them but knowing it was close for her to be reacting like this.

"One hundred percent or nothing Palmer." Dinah stood firm, her stomach rolling in barely maintained anxiety.

The man took in the woman's desperate look and slowly nodded, his jaw clenching as his eyes steeled.

"I promise."

~~*~~

Palmer Technologies

September 9, 09:30 PST

Dinah watched through the glass as the doctors led Kate through some exercises, the procedure having been a success and after being asleep for a day Kate was up and back to normal.

By some miracle.

The doctor's wanted to keep her another day just to monitor for negative side effects but had found none. These last tests being the only thing between Kate and freedom from the lab. Dinah had been forced to watch as the nanites worked with her immune and nervous system, meaning until those things were out of her system she was immune-compromised as the nanites rewired everything her body had into healing.

But the nanites had been cleared from Kate's system as of today and she looked back to normal, not exactly happy to be poked and prodded by a bunch of scientists but Dinah would take all the flack in the world from the girl just as long as she was better.

Being able to see Kate again, Dinah was met with a cold gaze and silence as the girl, back in her suit, walked right past her to the door.

The drive to the Arrow Cave entrance tunnel was a quiet one that had Dinah on edge. Only when they got inside, Oliver and Artemis working on something at the lanes, did Kate blow up.

"You had them crack open my skull! Put some strange device inside of me and then sew me back up like I'm some kind of crash test dummy! What the fuck Dinah!" Kate yelled, not even letting the woman finish asking her if she was okay.

"You had a grade four concussion and brain bleed; you weren't getting any better at home Kate! What else was I supposed to do?!" Dinah fought back, her hands digging into her hips.

"Oh I don't know, ask before you do the massively invasive surgery that requires you to open up my skull!"

"You were literally concussed! You had no idea what was happening around you!"

"Do you know how scary it was!" Kate's voice broke, Dinah's defensive walls fell down, "Waking up, confused and alone, in that lab. I though I was back in Bialyia, I-" Kate shook her head, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

"I was just trying to help you. I'm sorry I wasn't there, they said you could only be in a sterile environment. I-I Just wanted you to get better, and I couldn't help you by myself." Dinah explained, closing the distance between her and the girl, hesitantly placing her hands on Kate's shoulder. "I won't put you through that again without your consent, I was just so worried. You couldn't keep anything down, you looked at me like you didn't know me, you were confused and in utter brain fog. It would have taken weeks, if not months, for you to heal on your own and even then there was no guarantee that the brain bleed would stop on it's own. It was either risk your life and keep you home, emergency brain surgery, or Palmer Tech. I did what I thought was best for you."

Kate's anger ran out of steam as she witnessed Dinah's eyes fill with water, a desperate plea for the girl to understand.

"I can't lose you Kate." Dinah whispered and Kate softened. Reaching out and wrapping her arms around the woman, who for once needed more comforting than Kate did.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's okay."

~~*~~

The Lance Apartment

September 10, 06:30 PST

"Are you sure?" Dinah asked, holding the girl's uniform jacket hostage by the door, worried blue oceans casing every inch of Kate. "No headaches, nausea, confusion, forgetfulness-"

"I'm okay Dinah. Whatever Palmer tech did worked, I feel good. No headache, no nausea, or any of the other stuff. Now I gotta go or I'm gonna be late." Kate grabbed and squeezed the woman's hands, rescuing her jacket and adjusting her backpack over her shoulder, "I can't miss anymore school, I'm probably already so behind."

Dinah watched the genuine concern on Kate's face and reached forward to tuck a stray blonde strand behind her ear.

"Don't worry about catching up right away okay? Take your time, don't push yourself too hard, we still need to be on the lookout for any lingering effects of the nanites. Just... have a good day at school okay?" Dinah dropped her hand and opened the door, leaning against it to hide just how tight her grip was on the handle hidden from Kate's sight.

"I will. Thanks D." Kate was out the door before Dinah could visibly react to the nickname. Which was probably for the best.

~~*~~

Starlight Prep

September 10, 12:45 PST

The day had gone by slow, with Kate more than a little lost in most of her classes, needing Emily to catch her up between periods on what she missed and collecting homework she missed. But now it was lunch time and Kate was exhausted.

Forgetting just how tiring it can be to be around so many people for so long. It didn't help that Ben had ambushed her in the lunch line. Emily needing to go to the bathroom and telling Kate not to wait on her to get food.

"Hey there Kate." His grin was sickly sweet, a sharp gleam in his eye. "I'm glad I caught you, one would almost think you were avoiding me. You haven't been at school for a while."

Kate sighed and feigned a smile back at the boy, "I got a concussion doing some afterschool sports. Had to stay home until the majority of the symptoms passed. Doctor's orders." Kate shrugged and went back to picking her lunch selection, sliding slowly down the line.

"Oh shit." Ben cursed, his eyes going wide, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it happens." Kate brushed off, trying to go for the last basket of tater tots only for the girl in front of her to grab it. "Great." She puffed under her breath, frown twisting her lips downward.

"Hey," Ben called to the girl, glancing down at Kate with a smirk growing on his face. The girl turned around with raised eyebrows and her nose stuck in the air.

"Yes?" Her eyes fluttered when she saw who it was and Kate had to stop herself from gagging, and laughing.

"Kenzie right? You wouldn't mind giving Kate those tater tots would you? They're her favorite and she has a concussion. She needs her safe foods." Ben gave the sappiest puppy dog eyes that Kate had ever seen and the girl in front of her almost literally melted. Basically panting at the attention. Without even looking at Kate Kenzie was handing over the tater tots and winking at Ben before turning around and going back to the lunch line.

"You see that?" Ben leaned down and whispered in Kate's ear, the girl fighting off the alarm bells ringing in her head at the close proximity. A small grin forming on her face without her permission. Ben lightly elbowed Kate in the side and the girl chuckled.

"Thanks." She whispered back, locking eyes with Ben for a second before turning back to the lunch line.

"You're welcome, I did want to talk to you about something though." Ben bounced behind Kate, watching what she grabbed.

"And what is that?" Kate asked preoccupied.

"Homecoming." Kate paused in her attempt to grab a slice of pizza, rebooting after a second and a glance back at the boy.

"What about it?"

"You said you'd be my date, but there are some logistics we need to go over." Ben reached over her once they got to the end of the line, typing in his lunch code to put her food on his charge account before she could stop him.

"You didn't have to-"

"It's fine, I don't mind." Ben grinned down at her and grabbed her tray from her hands, walking to the table he normally sat at with his friends, other basketball players and cheerleaders sizing up Kate as she had no other option but to follow him.

"What about homecoming?" Kate reiterated, hesitantly sitting in the spot Ben motioned for her to sit.

"I'm not too sure what it was like at your other schools but here the homecoming stuff gets a little crazy. Now I know you already accepted my invitation but usually it's done in public with like music and a banner and all that jazz, I was just wondering what day worked for you and also what color dress you were thinking of wearing. That's important so I can match my tie and the corsage." Ben grinned at her before taking a bit of his food.

Kate was immediately overwhelmed.

"Wow, um, that's a lot..." Kate chuckled, nervously glancing at the rest of the table who were listening in amongst their own conversations, "My old school didn't really do Homecoming, well they did, but it wasn't really a big deal."

Ben, and most of the others, looked at her weird, "Where did you go before this?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Kate swallowed and hesitated, "Star City Public." The effect of her words was like a bomb being detonated.

"Holy shit-"

"Really? What was it like?"

"How did you not get stabbed?"

"Wait, wait, wait." Ben held up his hand and the whole table went silent, "I thought you were Oliver Queen's niece or something, why were you going there?" His nose scrunched up as if he could smell the poor.

"I-" Kate started, "Not technically, but he's dating my aunt, who I live with." Kate didn't know what to say under the pressure of ten sets of eyes all starting to look at her like she carried the plague.

"What about your parents?" Ben asked and Kate tensed up.

"They're dead." Another bombshell.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Ben rushed out.

"I had a dog die once, I know how tragic loss can be." One of the cheerleaders piped up, only to be met with harsh glares from her team mates.

"It's fine, I don't even remember them. They died when I was a baby." Kate pushed out with a forced grin.

"It's your mother. I just want to talk."

"That was so insensitive of me. Seriously if you wanna slap me you can." Ben chuckled, his smile dazzling. It was the kind of smile that if seen in a cartoon there would be a little 'bling' sound effect.

"Really. You're all good. I don't really care." Kate shrugged and played with her tater tots.

"Have you ever been inside Queen Manor?" The cheerleader on the other side of her asked, and that is what started to vortex of questions about Oliver and nothing else.

~~*~~

"Look, here's my number, I'll text you about the Hoco stuff okay?" Ben asked as the lunch bell rang, sliding Kate a slip of paper and standing. Walking backwards as he talked before disappearing in a swarm of his friends and out the cafeteria door.

"Hey Kate." Kate jumped at Emily's voice, "Someone's popular."

The insecurity was clear in the girl's voice and Kate's chest clenched in guilt.

"Sorry about lunch Emily. Ben asked me to Homecoming-"

"Holy crap!" Emily cursed, shocking Kate, both girls looking up when the warning bell rung.

"I'll tell you about it on the way to Chemistry okay?" Kate promised, picking up her stuff in a rush and both girls all but ran to their next class.

~~*~~

[amymybeloved]

haha, Dinner! :D

So lol, DINNER! AU FNCSDJNCSJDFNCFJFND Ran has to make a follow up stream, it was so funn and hnfndnf Im gonna just put all my theories/ things I noticed here <33

Ranboo’s Family:-

Ranboo- Adopted Child (test tube baby)

Freddie- Cousin

Jack- Grandad

Aimsey- Sibling

Eryn- Sibling? I think-

Second Family, That's on the table:-

Billzo- Freddies’ Accomplice?

Guqqie- Aimseys’ s/o

Tommy (Bug boy)- Random guy that for some reason showed up.

Shown Story Quick Recap:-

Ranboo Intros the stream by saying these lines,

“You know getting stabbed, no, murdering someone, no, getting taken over by an evil ancient entity but there is one thing that stands out among all of them, because there is nothing more scary than a family dinner.”

Then proceeds to show late, Aimsey joining first, with a tag along,Guqqie who we later on learn is Xirs s/o. Keep in mind along with bringing someone, they both also wear the wrong style.

Next joins Jack, aka the grandfather, immediately after being seated, he drinks an entire bottle of Wine straight.

(Both Jack, Aimsey and xirs accomplice Quqqie have seemed to hit something on the way)

After that, Freddie joins,with another unexpected guest, Billzo,But this time Freddie seems to have been in correct and formal attire, Billzo, is the complete opposite. Freddie keeps on talking about their trip to the Maldives Along with Bill, but they also seem like they are hiding something.

Then  Eryn joins, as he enters, he has a very loose stance, and brings his own drink, for only himself, He is dressed very casually.

They Carry on at dinner as normal, they were talking

When Tommy just kind of walks in.He calls himself BugBoy and is wearing a very poorly made SpiderMan outfit, he acts very out of place.

…

Freddie keeps on mentioning the Maldives, but keeps reminding Billzo to not talk about the Red Jewel.

We are also part of this dinner, as a guest, But we are very shy and scared, and never respond, we know this because Tommy tries to come up to us.

…

The people are getting ancy and ask when the food is coming, Which Ranboo replies, 

“It's coming soon”

Jack is talking about how he was in the war of Nam.

…

Jack dies, Ranboo revives Him.

(He does this 3 times throughout the dinner)

…

Ranboo tries to calm the situation by telling the table to say one thing they are thankful for.

…

We find out Guqqie and Aimsey are married and have children.

…

Freddie and Aimsey have a bad relationship

…

Ranboo finally announces that the food is here,and everyone is happy.

As Ranboo seemingly gets up to get the food, he grabs the knife from the table, this of which only Freddie notices.

Ranboo confirms that the food is MOST DEFINITELY here.

The screen fades into black, and is written:

The food was not there. The Dinner lasted 100 hours.

Only one survived.

Ranboo will Return.

Head Cannons:-

*COUGH* *COUGH*

IT'S TIME FOR ME TO SHINE

FIRST THINGS FIRST:

The first line: “You know getting stabbed, no, murdering someone, no, getting taken over by an evil ancient entity but there is one thing that stands out among all of them, because there is nothing more scary than a family dinner.”

This is what I THINK this means, Ran was taken over by an ancient entity, and is being told to murder their family because in theory their family dinner is scarier than the entity, so in turn, the entity wants to destroy (Unalive) everything Ran finds more scary.

WE ARE GOING TO THE END:

Ranboo finally announces that the food is here,and everyone is happy.

The food was a knife to the throat, yk not the best, but it is what it is.

Another HC is that everytime they have a guest he serves the guest the previous guests.

Only one survived.

That one person is Aimsey.

Their sidekick

Aimsey back stabs his wife (Guqquie) with the help of Ran quite literally.

And Aimsey also helps hide/cook all the bodies :)

That's It For Now, If I Get More I Will Update This :D

[epicbasher65685]

(Soo yeah a few people wanted to read this so here it is. sorry I can’t write for anything but I tried my hardest to get my head cannon across)

TW: descriptions of blood and gore, abuse

“What a fantastic song! No one could ever go wrong with the brilliant song “Let’s Misbehave” by none other than the darb Cole Porter!” Alastor exclaimed excitedly with his powerful transatlantic accent into the microphone. “Truly a marvelous performance. Anywho! The bayou killer strikes again! That’s right folks you heard it here first! The bayou killer claims their 11th victim! Oh the tragedy! There seems to be a pattern in this killer’s cycle. The moon cycle! Who would’ve guessed? And who will be the twelfth on the full moon? What kind of monster from hell could possibly cause this much pain and torture to both the victims and their families?” He questioned the listeners. His smile grew bigger at his sarcastic yet genuine sounding empathy. Deep within him he knew there was none. If he tried to look any deeper in himself the only thing we would find would be the rumbling of his stomach and it’s almost snickering like sounds, laughing mischievously and knowingly at his sarcastic line of questioning. Alastor reached over and closed the report he was reading from with a resounding thud, a look of accomplishment graced his face. The listeners were shocked with the news, seeing that the killer is still at large and could pounce on them or their loved ones at any moment. “Lock your doors and stay safe ladies and gentlemen! This concludes tonight’s broadcast. Oh oh! Almost forgot the regularly scheduled joke! Just to lighten the mood a bit. What happened when the cannibal was late for dinner? He got the cold shoulder! Ahahahahaha! See you tomorrow folks, stay safe!” He said brightly as he ended his radio broadcast, turning off his equipment and microphone.

The streets were full of Ebullience and joyful spirit. The year was 1933. New Orleans, Louisiana was really quite a marvelous and interesting place to live. Alastor McCarthy walked down the sidewalk in his clean white shirt and suspenders, shoes polished so thoroughly you can see the bright sun and the blue sky reflecting off of it! All the Cadillacs and Buicks cruised down the smoothly paved road. Almost everyone in this town knew Alastor. And Alastor knew almost everyone just as well. The lovely people waved as they saw him walk by, and he of course would wave back with a friendly smile on his face. He was always smiling! One happy fellow indeed, everyone would imagine. He walked down the sidewalk with a pep in his step softly humming to the bustling jazz that played from the gramophones in the nearby shops. He was making his way home now, it was almost supper and he needed to help his mother prepare it! Oh yes, Alastor loved his mother dearly, she was a true light in his life. People like to tease him sometimes and call him somewhat of a mama's boy. He would be lying if he protested this though. He truly loved his mother. His father, however, he did not. Just the thought of him made Alastors smile falter, just a smidge. He was a real goof, and a drunk. Alastor despised him, but only put up with him because his mother still loved him. Alastor could never see what an amazing woman like herself could ever find in a hunk of junk like him.

The noise of the streets died down as he started to approach his neighborhood. The walk from the radio station to his house was only a 30 minute or so walk. He figured it was good exercise and also an efficient way to build up his appetite. When Alastor wasn’t doing his radio broadcasts, he would find himself hunting deer in the nearby bayou. His father showed him how to hunt when he was a young boy. He had mastered the art of hunting and butchering the creatures he captured. Whether it be deer, rabbit, boar… human. His mother taught him the culinary arts, which he soon too mastered. He would help his mother prepare jambalaya, his favorite dish, when he was younger. He reminisced about those good ol’ days. Well, most of it at least. He had finally arrived home.

“Hello mother! Father.” He called out into the calm house. He took his shoes off and saw his mother appear from the kitchen.

“Oh! Alastor, how I’ve missed you dear.” She said lovingly as she ran toward Alastor to hug him. “How was your day? Anything exciting happening down in that ol’ radio station? I completely forgot to tune in today. Silly me. Apologies!”

“No need mother, it was just business as usual, quite copacetic! We had our top music hits and, well, a quite shocking report on the bayou killer.” Alastor explained

“Oh? Was he murdered? Oh oh! Caught by the fuzz? Hot dawg!” She exclaimed in excitement.

“...No mother, he was not. Always jumping to conclusions! Ahahaha. My, that’s just like you!” He said. Her words pained him only in the slightest. She obviously disliked this killer. Yet she unknowingly loved this said killer more than anyone else. He felt a sick giddy because of this. Why, he found it quite humorous! How twisted. “He’s claimed his 11th victim, unfortunately.” He said with a softer voice.

“Oh dear… how horrible. I can’t believe he’s getting away with this! Someone has to stop him eventually.” She said with sadness in her eyes. Alastor didn’t like to see her like this, not ever!

“Yes I know, quite the tragedy I’m sure. I heard he was a rude man however, a real dewdropper as some may say! The man had nothing going for him anyways.” He explained, or rather explained himself, for that matter.

“Darlene, when the hell is that dinner going to be finished?” Gus, Alastors father, yelled from the living room couch. He had just finished his twelfth beer of the day. Alastor could hear the subtle clinks of the glass bottle against the cup holder. Indicating that yes, he had indeed gotten drunk again.

“It’ll be ready in about half an hour dear!” She yelled back, Completely forgetting about the news of the bayou killer. An audible groan sounded from the living room in response.

“Alastor, would you be a dear and help me peel the potatoes for dinner?” She questioned

“Of course mother! Let’s get started then shall we?” Alastor asked joyfully.

Once dinner was prepared and the table was set, Alastor’s mother called for Gus to come and eat. Another audible groan sounded from the living room as Gus managed to stand up, very blotto from all his drinks. Without anyone seeing, Alastor was quick to drop a pill into Gus’s drink at the table. He then turned away and started to whistle an innocent jazz tune.

“Oh, Alastor, I almost forgot about the pie in the oven. Would you mind taking it out for me and cutting it’s pieces?” She asked him kindly. Alastor responded with a quick ‘yep!’ and put on the oven mitts. He took the pie out and put it on the stove. He took his mitts off and placed them back on the counter, only to replace them with a knife. Without hesitation he stuck the knife into the steaming pie. It smelt like delicious baked cherries. The pie oozed red juice and covered the knife. He continued to cut even slices into the beautiful pie. He stared longingly at his work, admiring the precise cuts and the knife dripping red juice. He licked the knife clean and saw his father's reflection walking into the room when he looked at the knife. He stared for a moment, then put the knife into the sink. Gus finally arrived at the table as everyone sat down.

“So what do we have here?” Gus questioned as he occasionally hiccuped. He had messy black hair and his eyes were half lidded. He wore a black vest with his tie sloppily tied.

“Well I made venison, mashed potatoes, and beans for tonight. That damn venison was quite tricky to cook, but hopefully I got it just right.” She explained

“I’m sure it turned out great, mother.” He smiled at her. Alastor eyed his father as he sat down. Gus started digging in with the slightest amount of politeness. Hungrily shoving the food into his mouth. Alastor sighed and picked up his utensils to start eating.

“What is it boy? You’ve got something to say?” He snapped at Alastor. Glaring at him with whatever amount of sobriety he had left.

“No, sir.” Alastor responded while staring at his plate. He hated this. He hated his father and he hated how he treated both him and his mother. Not to mention how rude he was. All of the bayou killers victims reminded him of his father. What a coincidence huh? No, he chose them very carefully, and he planned out every bit of it. Every time he killed them he imagined as though the person was truly his father. It gave him satisfaction and it quenched his thirst, for the time being. But this thirst would always reappear. He could never get rid of it through these involuntary murders of his, and he knew this. He knew it would only be a matter of time before… he would claim his final victim. That’s all Alastor thought about when he looked his father in the eyes. The twelfth. The twelfth. The twelfth. The second full moon. It will complete his design.

“Whatever,” He sneered at Alastor. Gus downed his drink in a few gulps. Alastor watched with a smile. Then Gus began to cut into the venison, and suddenly there was an irritated look on his face. “This venison is overcooked.” He started while he looked up at Darlene.

“Oh, yes I was afraid that might happen…” Darlene quietly said with a look of disappointment appearing on her face.

“Isn’t that just perfect? Maybe you should learn how to cook properly instead of having a gay ol’ time dancing swing like a flapper at the club down the road. Dumb-Dora can’t do anything right can you? Darlene was taken back by his sudden outburst. She apologized and told him it wouldn’t happen again with a tinge of fear spreading on her face and tears threatening to breach her eyes.

“Well, actually, I do have something to say,” Alastor said as he interrupted his mother’s apologies. “Maybe if you stopped getting bent everyday like a normal person, maybe people might actually like you! You’re such a flat tire and a real boozehound. You think it’s ok to treat us like this? For crying out loud you’ve been doing this for years! You just futz around and do whatever you want, when you want, and how you want!” Alastor exclaimed loudly at his father while eyeing him with a scornful look. He wasn’t going to let him talk to his mother that way, no sir! Enough was enough. Darlene looked at Alastor in shock. She really can’t believe he said that to him. A wave of panic hits her knowing what’s going to come next.

“Why, you little! How dare you talk to me like that? I come home after a long day and this is what I get? A cheap meal and a disrespectful family?” Gus’s voice grew louder and louder with every word he spoke. He pointed to Alastor. “You… I’ll wipe that stupid smile off your face permanently!” Gus stood up and walked over to Alastors side of the table. Alastor and Darlene stood up quickly, knowing this situation is about to become physical.

“Don’t you dare touch him!” Darlene shouted as she grabbed hold of Alastors arm. Alastor backed up while the adrenaline started coursing through his veins. Gus took hold of Darlene and threw her against the counter. She fell on the way down with a yelp hitting her head on the edge of the counter. Darlene’s vision started to blur and soon after she drifted into unconsciousness as she heard the faint yelling of Alastor.

“You absolute madman! Now look what you’ve done. You’re some real tough guy hm? Well, I’m sure you’ll enjoy my next show, you’re the super important participant, after all!” Alastor said with a growing smile. His creole accent slipping out for only a moment as he yelled. “Aren’t you excited?”

“What are you… talking about..?” Gus talked as his words became sloppy and quiet. The once calming and peaceful kitchen warping and turning in place as his vision grew cloudy and dark. His eyes lidded fully, the last thing he saw before he fell to the ground was Alastors prideful smile. Alastor thought Gus would pull something like this. All this commotion, that is. Yet it was in the back of his mind as was planning out his demise. He stared at Gus for a good while, lying there helplessly. Although this isn’t exactly how he planned it out, he was still ultimately satisfied with the outcome. That is, until he remembered his mother lying on the ground. Her nicely combed and silky brunette hair in a bun was now frizzing out everywhere, the bun loosened from the altercation. Her lids shielding her innocent blue eyes to what has become of her husband, and the truth of her faithful son. Alastor slowly picked her up and placed her on the couch. He took an ice pack from the kitchen and placed it on the noticeable bump on her forehead.

“Do wake up soon, won’t you?” He whispered to her. He kissed her forehead and made his way into the kitchen. He managed to pick his father up with a few strained breathes, grabbed the knife out of the sink, and walked out the backdoor.

It was about 8pm now, and the sun had already cast its final flare. Only to replace it, was a thoughtless moon. Alastor navigated his way throughout his backyard and soon into the bayou unseen. Gus remained unconscious and hung over Alastors shoulder. Once Alastor traversed deep enough into the bayou. He tied Gus up to an old bald cypress tree. It’s leaves spaced out enough to let the moonlight fall and flicker between them. A few moments later, Gus finally awoke to a conscious state. Confused and dazed to where he was, and how he got there.

“Hello lucky contestant! Welcome to my show!” Alastor exclaimed in a cheerful announcer voice.

“Al? Where.. where the hell am I?” He said in a choked voice. He tried to move his arms, but they were restrained by a tightly tied rope. “What the hell are you doing?” He said as his voice wavering. Alastor took out his knife and walked slowly up to Gus. Gus watched every little movement Alastor made, his adrenaline rising with each step.

“Oh you poor thing. Haven’t you realized what’s happening by now?” Alastor teased as he lunged playfully forward, causing Gus to gasp and defensively lean back in the tree. ‘How pathetic’ Alastor thought to himself. “What? Don’t tell me your giving me the cold shoulder! Ahahahahahaha!” Alastor laughed at his silly little inside joke. He lowered himself to Gus’s level on the ground and pointed the knife at his chest. “Boy that thing must be pounding! I think I’ll eat your heart first!” Alastor exclaimed once again. Gus’s face was pale with fear as the knife slowly etched its way inside of his chest, blood soaking his already stained shirt. He screamed in excruciating pain as Alastor carved all the way down to his waistline. Exposing his organs and blood to the everlasting moonlight. Gus writhed in pain as he looked Alastor in the eyes.

“Y-you…killed them?” Gus managed to choke out. Disbelief filled his eyes.

“Hmm? Oh! That’s correct!” Alastor said while he backed up, admiring his work. Alastor looked down at his hands and his cuffed sleeves. The blood dripping off of his hands was much more black then the usual dark red.

“My! The mother was right! Blood really does look black in the moonlight,” He said. His smile unwavering and as prominent as always. That was the last thing Gus saw as his vision started to melt away for the last time. Alastor kneeled beside Gus and pulled out his heart behind his rib cage. He took a big bite from it without hesitation, just like how one would eat an apple. He noted that it tasted almost the same as a deers.

Soon after, a sudden rush of panic struck Alastor as he heard a males voice calling close by. He quickly turned toward the sound and saw multiple men in the distance holding flashlights pointing in Alastors direction. He hopped to his feet in a frenzy and ran deeper into the bayou. It was dark and he could barely see where he was running, but all he knew was that he needed to get away. It was only a matter of time the cops had found him. The pattern was quite obvious, Alastor knew. Yet, he thought it was orderly and scheduled, and that was something he’s always taken to heart. As he was running, he recalled his fondest memories and previous murders as the cops chased him on his tail. He knew this was it for him, unless he could throw them off somehow. Quickly, he noticed out of the corner of his eye a figure. It was a lone deer. It looked him in the eye without movement. The deer eyed him knowingly. The full moon shining between its broad antlers.

Suddenly, the night and day remembered how they came to be. Alastor glared back at this deer, his smile wavering as he was shot dead in the forehead with a rifle. He fell to the ground as his smile fell completely. A hunter had missed the deer, accidentally shooting Alastor killing him instantly. Surely it was too dark for the hunter to have seen him. There was no hope for him. Then, the deer quickly ran off into the deep bayou startled from the shadow of nobody there.

[genshingarbage]

Could I request any boys of your choice where they’ve had an exhausting day and their s/o says they should take a nap on their lap? Thank you!

Cute boi hours again? Yes <3 Sleepy time awe! I am gonna pick a very select few that i think this works well with, so i hope you're okay with the hand picked few ;) - Mod Diluc

Rest My Love.

|| Head Cannons ||

Kazuha/Diluc/Xiao/Kaeya

Kazuha

He was beat, exhausted and aching, every muscle in his body ached like something fierce. But, who ever said the life of a lone wandering samurai was gonna be a breeze? Yea, that's right- no one. Because it sure as hell wasn't. He was use to feeling this way yet somehow it still made him just as grouchy as the first time.

He walked into the small building that was titled as your homestead and yawned; stretching his arms out he heard a few odd bones pop from the pressure, it relieved some of his tension but not nearly enough for it to be actually satisfying. With a huff he removed some of his more heavy going clothing, including his shoes, till he was more loose and relaxed.

He shuffled slowly into the house, trying not to wake you. You were his lover and so him coming to your home was somewhat normal now, but he often was away for large periods of time, and he never liked to disturb you. Specially when you're busy. Which you were, you had your nose deep between the pages of a gripping story written so entrancing like from a book. So much for his first theory that you'd be asleep at this time, huh?

He tried to creep past you as you read, but you wasn't born yesterday. So with a roll of your eyes and a soft exhale from your nose you spoke out. "Kazuha. Welcome home hun." You didn't even bother to turn your head around to him, you knew fully well he was frozen in his steps now, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. He blinked a few times before sorting himself back to his normal standing position and chuckling awkwardly, a breif rub to the back of his neck ensued.

"Ah, yea, I'm uh- yea. I'm home, thanks Y/N. I really didn't wanna disturb you there." He spoke softly and with great regret; like he'd just committed an awful crime. You simply closed the book after having bent the tip of the page you were on, as to know where to start off when you return to it, and placed the item down on the small table infront of your sofa. "Kazuha, it's fine... I was only reading a book." You chuckled gently.

"I know, but... it felt wrong to interupt you so abruptly specially when you seemed so into it-" you'd twisted your torso ever so slightly so your eyes could lay on his now, your heart almost broke, he looked absolutely shattered- like all life was drained from him. Just what had this crazy man gotten up to in his absence? "Kazuha- oh my goodness. Look at you! You're about to pass out."

He smiled politely and waved his hand side to side as if dusting your worry back into the wind. "Nah, I'm a lil tired that's all. I'm gonna have a lie down, I'll be right as rain after." He went to go back to making his way to the exit of your living room, that is until you called out ever so gently. "Or well, I wouldn't mind if you rested your head on my lap." A faint blush flushed your cheeks. He turned to face you yet again. Blinking several times over again.

"Really?" He tilted his head almost like a curious puppy, he has no idea how cute he is sometimes. "I mean, sure why not? You've not been home for over a month. I do get lonely ya know, the company would feel nice, and your presence is always warm and welcoming." You smiled sweetly at him and he returned the expression with full earnest. Nodding softly he made his way to the sofa, where you rested, and now reshuffled and organised yourself to get into a more comfy position.

It wasn't long before he was laying on his side with his head nestled into your lap, breathing softly as your hand gently rested adorn his head of hair. "Mmh. You're right, this beats sleeping alone any day." He hummed sleepily to you, by the way his voice was giving out you could tell he was close to succumbing to his slumber already. With a gentle smile still planted across your lips you hushed him softly.

"Shh, rest now. My Kazuha." You began to hum a quaint little lullaby that had him snoring in under three minutes. This man, he works himself so hard, but still, it's one of the reasons you love him so much, the fact he's hard working and never gives in. And you have the comfort in your mind of knowing whenever he gets this tired again, he'll have you here to be by his peaceful sleeping side everytime. Now and forever.

Diluc

The sky was a beautiful orange and red tone, the colours mixed so beautifully, with the white fluffy clouds scattered around too, it looked like a stunning evening. You were sat alone at the dinner table again, your chin resting on your opened palm, your eyelids half shut to block the rays of the last bit of presence from the sun.

The candles had long since burned out and the beautiful sweet honeyed roast you'd prepare with such delicacy and tender care was going cold. Diluc was suppose to be home over thirty-five minutes ago, he promised he'd make it in time for whatever dinner the maids threw together tonight, he wasn't aware you'd taken it upon yourself to lovingly prepare tonight's meal for him.

You couldn't be mad at the man; or hold a grudge for that matter, you knew what type of person he was, you knew he wasn't one for sticking to plans and promises, he simply couldn't be with the work he has, not to mention his little sun down hobby that you became privy too after several years with the crimson haired gentleman. If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was the fact you knew without doubt he truly did love you. And in a way that was enough for you.

It was sundown now and your dinner had long been since tidied up by the maids, with a somewhat solemn look to your face you'd decided to go to bed early that night. Knowing Diluc, he wouldn't be home for hours to come anyway. Your eyes were just starting ache and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy for you now. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth softly you let your body sink further into the warm embracing sheets.

Click.

Your eyes slowly opened back up when you heard the all too familiar noise of your bedroom door opening, narrowing your eyes slightly to help adjust to the dim glow of the room, the small aid of illumination being provided solely by your nightstand candle. It wasn't hard to make out who it was however, since his deep red hair practically danced from the slight glow of the flicking flame.

"Diluc." It came out more like a whisper which you never intended for it too, but you were so gripped by tiredness now it was hard to sound more awake at the given circumstances. "Sorry for waking you my dear, wasn't my intention." You hummed softly in response and then watched as best as you could as he removed his attire and shoes, stripping down to just his boxers.

Gripping the band that kept his hair up was the last part, with a tug his hair flew down and waved apart, you kept a watchful eye on him. As it was when his hair was down that he was always at his most tired and vulnerable mental state now. "The maids told me Y/N." He still sounded strict, or at least he was trying his best too. But his voice wavered in every sense of the word.

The bed dipped beside you as his weight was added to the mattress now, a small groan escaping his lips. You knew what he meant, it wasn't a surprise the maids told him you'd prepared the dinner today, you'd just wish they'd not sometimes, to avoid adding more stress to the man's poor ordeals. "It's fine, it was just a small attempt. I'm not exactly the best cook to begin wit-"

The poorly sounding wince from him cut you off, the failed attempt to stifle it and keep it under wraps didn't go unnoticed. You narrowed your eyes at the man beside you in bed now, and then you saw. He was littered with cuts and bruises, they surely must hurt, why didn't he say anything? Scratch that. He never tells you anyway, thinking its better that way. Silly man.

With a gentle huff you shook your head, shuffling your weight and sitting up ever so slightly, your back pressing against the several puffed pillows under you. "Enough of that. Come here darling." It was your turn to sound strict however, and for once he didn't fight back. Your heart tugged at you slightly as you felt the weight shifting around beside you and then were suddenly graced with the feeling of his head nuzzling into your lap.

You took it upon yourself to softly begin to caress his head, letting your hand stroke and massage the man's hair and scalp. The groans and sighs that left him were evidence enough he was in a blissful state right now, your sweet Diluc. Always putting his life on the line to protect those less fortunate than him, when will he learn? That his life matters just as much. Sigh.

You heard a soft mutter from him, something along the lines of 'sorry' and 'dinner'. But he was already taken by the nights calming embrace to be formulating anything coherent now, so you closed your eyes with another soft shake of your head and continued to massage his head. Till both you and your hand laid still, silent, asleep. Whatever he'd done tonight, whatever reason he'd missed dinner, it didn't matter. As long as he loved you it was enough. It always has been, it always will be.

Xiao

The stars twinkled softly an slowly, looking so entrancing from down below, the dark blue sky washing above you with the dazzling twinkles looking like small fire flies dancing around. You stood there, your knee bent slightly as your weight was supported by the banister of the top balcony to Wangshu Inn. Any minute now, you thought to yourself calmly.

And is if on que a sudden and harsh breeze blew past you, followed up with a loud thud. You turned your head ever so slightly, seeing the young looking yaksha lifting back up from his crouch landing position. "Welcome home honey." you said somewhat stone like, to which you got a simple sounding 'Tsk' as response, as he chucked his spear lazily behind him, to which it dissolved away instantly.

You rolled your eyes to the quiet scoff that greeted you back, shaking your head slowly, your eyes went back to focus on the landscape below you from the viewpoint of the balcony. It was so peaceful and beautiful. "How has your day been?" You decided to question him further, all while remaining your focus elsewhere.

"Fine." he responded in short. This type of reply was normal to you now, he wasn't the talkative type, despite having been the first to say to you he loved you. "Well, that's good then." you said back in your normal sweet tone now. You could tell from that tone in his voice he was exhausted, he didn't have to say or do anything, you could just tell.

Thinking it was best to leave now and give him his privacy you turned away from the balcony and began to walk to the exit. "I will let you rest my love, see you soo-"

"Wait."

His voice was louder than its ever been round you, the faint flush on his cheeks was evidence enough he never intended for it to come out so loudly from his own mouth. "Xiao?" you turned back round, seeing him stood there looking like a somewhat lost lamb, it was damn cute.

"S...stay with me, ... please."

His voice, so soft, so sweet, so gentle. You felt your heart crack slightly, your poor adeptus, he must've been rushed off his feet tonight. The dark bags forming under his eyes said all you needed to hear.

Chewing your bottom lip softly you breathed in and then walked over to him slowly. "Xiao..." you whispered his name lovingly, his eyes met with yours and for a brief moment the air left your lungs, the sight of his exhausted face so close to you, actively seeking comfort within you, it was enough to melt the coldest of icebergs.

Letting your hand slip into his with a gentle squeeze, a small smile on your lips you led him down the stairs of the Inn, into your bedroom, a tidy and quaint little sleeping quarter. He needed to rest, he is pushing himself too much, and if you do not take action, he never will.

Climbing onto the bed once you'd abandoned your shoes on the carpet you looked up at him, laying in a relaxing position. The red on his cheeks only flushed deeper and darker, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. Such a lewd mind, oh my, you never expected him to get the wrong idea over a situation like this.

"Xiao- no... not that." you chuckled at his confused expression, he was so alien to the concept of just touch in general now, that to him he sees it so black and white, being close means being intimate, otherwise why get close? So it was up to you to show him the ways of being human again.

You let your hand softly pet and stroke your lap and he raised his brow, but seeing the sudden light in his eyes spark showed you he caught on to what you really were aiming for. So he hesitantly dipped onto the bed next to you, he was tense and his movements were awkward, but he eventually shuffled his head and body to lay down with his head nestled softly into your lap.

"Is this... okay?" he muttered it nervously, like he was scared the slightest movement would shatter everything around him. You looked down at him and gently kissed your fingers, pressing them against his lips in response. "Shh, rest my love, you need it." Just to further add to what you were saying you let your hand gently rub the outer ridge of his ear.

The blush eventually left his cheeks, the tensed muscles finally went lax and his breathing grew heavier and more unguarded, with a pleased hum from your lips you closed your eyes too and began to succumb to the sweet calling of slumber too.

As long as he has you, you will always be there to help[ him, he may be an adeptus, a yaksha, but you? He is just as human as you or anyone else. Wrath filled or not. He is and always will be your sweet little adeptus. Your perfect lover. Your Xiao.

Kaeya

Another late night and you sat cuddled up on the sofa scanning through several paintings, more specifically paintings that you had done over the course of several months. It was a hobby of yours, but with the aid of Albedo giving you tips and throwing you pointers here and there you'd become surprisingly good at it; who would've guessed you'd secretly be an artist in hiding? Not you that's for sure.

It was fun enough to help tide over the unsettling impatience that always started to bubble under your skin at least, specially on nights like this, where Kaeya, your boyfriend, who also happened to be the Calvary Captain for the Knights of Favonius was out at an ungodly late time, dealing with a suspicion of criminal activities, within the borders of Mondstadt.

He never broke his promises to you thus far, of which were he will always return safely home to you, but it never did fully destroy the raging thunder of worry that often seized your mind on a daily, who could blame you? The man was always in such dangerous predicaments. Who knew if this morning, or any morning for that matter, where you kissed him goodbye, would be the last time you ever would see his face when you waved him off?

It isn't his fault you know this, but you do wish that sometimes he would be cut slack, just a little, so you could for once not have to distract yourself with idle glances of your paintings while waiting for his return. If only every now and then Jean, The Acting Grand Master would just let him have a day off-

Click.

You jumped slightly upon hearing the noise of your front door not open, but actually close. Turning your head you saw Kaeya stood there, arms covering his chest in a crossed way, a raised brow prominent as he glared down at you. "How long have you been worrying?" His voice sounded so flat and monotone, almost a hint of exhaustion. Was he growing tired of your over worried nature?

"I... uh. uhm..." You were at a loss for words, how long had you been worrying exactly? Two, three hours now? You were unsure of the answer yourself. He shook his head and sighed out slowly, it was long and drawn out; he must be so tired from his work today, seeing you up at this hour acting like a child probably doesn't help his situation in the least.

You looked down sadly, feeling ashamed and guilty of yourself because you do this oh so often to him, he always prays your in bed, safely tucked up and lost in your own dreams before he gets home, but you never are, you're always awake and worried, your face far from the peaceful look he often daydreams you having.

"It doesn't matter anymore my little petal." He hums softly as he walks around the sofa to get within arms reach, crouching onto his own weight to scoop you up, your mind in shock you let the paintings slip from your grip and pool around the seat you were just in and the floor underneath you. "Whe- Kaeya?"

"Shh, it is time to head to the bedroom." He spoke so matter factually, which left you eyes wide and beet red, to which he glanced down and a smug chuckle slipped from him. "For sleep Y/N." You relaxed instantly, a sigh escaping you. "Unless of course, you want the other thing?" You squirmed, embarrassed beyond belief, he loved to teased you. "Quit it Kaeya!" You pouted at him, to which he just chuckled at lightly, planting a soft kiss on your head.

Once in the bedroom he drops you so you fall and sink into the softness of your mattress and covers, to which he joins you quickly after. Now both in bed he simply huffs as he turns and crawls around before you feel his head find its preferred resting place; your lap. You smile and gently chuckle. "May i?" He asks just a tad bit too late for permission.

"You're already laying there Kaeya, bit late for the formalities now." You roll your eyes and turn to blow the candle out, leaving you both in darkness and silence, just your soft and gentle breathing in unison as you stroke and massage his head, to which he groans gently in delight too. He is so sweet when he sleeps on your lap like this, you feel closer to him now than you ever normally do, unless you involve the factor of intimacy sexually.

Its calming and sweet, and it helps you remember that he will always keep his promise to you,

He will always come home safely.

[lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love]

Hiiiii!! I was wondering if you could do a one shot/blurb/head cannon were the reader is Peter Parker’s younger sister and they’re at the beach with all the avengers and she gets sunburn and Peter being the overprotective, dorky brother he is starts panicking and if you don’t mind, could you add the dialogue “But I don’t usually get sunburn”. Thanks a bunch love ❤️🥰🥰

Notes: I’d like to thank @alexandriagrindlewald for the suggestion! I hope you enjoy it.

I don’t own any of the pictures/gifs used.

Warnings: Unedited, dorky Peter, spelling/grammatical errors, poorly written? probably, anything else I missed

Masterlist: Click Here & Here

Word Count: 508 (give or take)

Ah yes

A beach day

On the hottest day of the year

But it makes sense right?

Hot day = beach

Your older brother Peter invited you to join him and the avengers on their beach day, and you excitedly said yes

Who wouldn’t want to spend a day with earth’s mightiest heroes?

A n y w a y

So peter decided he’d just have you lather yourself in sunblock, two different types just to be safe, so you don’t cook once you step outside

Even though you’ve never been sunburnt before

Peter is just overprotective 🤷🏻‍♂️

The ride to the beach was nice

You talked to Tony, the very man who took your big brother under his wing

And the very man your big brother wouldn’t stop talking about for w e e k s

Months actually

Tony’s nice

Sarcastic but nice

So’s all the avengers tbh

But once y’all made it to the beach that’s when the fun began

Clint and Natasha paired up to challenge steve and bucky to volleyball

Sam and Thor went straight to the water and dove in

Tony chose to lay back so he could, and I quote, “start my summer body off looking golden”

Peter hung with you for a minute — only cause you weren’t sure what to do, you were so overwhelmed — before deciding to join sam and Thor in the water

So you just stood there

Alone

Like a nerd

After five minutes, you took off the shirt and shorts you were wearing

Your bathing suit was underneath

But you decided to just walk along the beach

Everyone else looked like they were enjoying themselves

You didn’t want to intervene

Until Peter called you over to join him in the water

Which you happily did

You were having so much fun in the water you didn’t notice the burning sensation on your skin

It took you a good minute or two to really be like wow something doesn’t feel right

You look at your arms and they’re red

Your thighs are red

Your face and neck are probably red too

Peter notices too

He freaks out

He immediately gets you out of the water

“We gotta get you back to the car!” he sputters. “Fuck what was I thinking! How could I be so careless?!”

“But I don’t usually get sunburn,” you exclaim. “And you pretty much made me bathe in sunblock before we came here.”

Peter looked at you, his eyes big and full of worry

God he looked like a kicked puppy

“What’s May gonna think?” he mutters

“I don’t think she’ll have a heart attack over it,” you sigh, “just calm down okay?”

“Tony brought some beach umbrellas,” you continue, “I’ll stay under one of them for a bit. How does that sound?”

Peter nodded. “Fine, I’ll get it. Stay in the shade, okay? I don’t want you getting even more burned.”

You roll your eyes but nodded

But what did you expect?

Peter’s always looked out for you

Even if it’s from the sun ☀️

[getoutofmyjaneway]

Beta Cannon: the Pre Voyager Era of Kathryn Janeway | Mosaic v The Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway

This weekend, I got a copy of the Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway from a local book store. For how frequently we speak about Mosaic in the community (despite having some flaws) I was shocked that I had not heard a lot about this book and assumed it was a bad thing. And yeah in some regards it was (see @mia-cooper’s post on the subject). I have a lot of feelings (I’ll post a proper review at a later point) but one thing that did stick out to me is the divergence from what we have considered Beta Canon, aka, the extended universe of Star Treks told through novels, short stories, video games, etc. After completing the novel, I jumped right into my old standby copy of Mosaic, which has dictated a lot of Janeway’s back story since 96. Both of these novels cover the beginnings of Janeway’s life and how she was shaped into the woman we know. 

TLDR The Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway changes a lot of things for no reason. Some of these are for the good. Some for the bad. And some, for like no good reason at all, like it was fine as it was, and was accepted cannon for like 25 years, but sure fine whatever.

I will mention that, as Mosaic has been a book in my library and I have read it too many times, so of course, I do have a bias toward it. Additionally, I feel like it is fair to mention here that authors of Fanfiction have leaned on this as their bibles since 1996 as Mosaic is written by Jeri Taylor, one of the show-runners for Voyager. Because of its connection with a showrunner, Mosaic is also integrated into the canon of the show. It seems that most points that are taken from Mosaic in the Autobiography are only included because of their existence in cannon material.

Anyway, this review is going to focus on the characters that shape Kathryn and I will end with my final thoughts. This is long so to respect your dash, you are going to have to click keep reading. You’re welcome.

Obligatory Spoiler Warning for ALL of Mosaic, chapter 13 of Pathways, and chapters 1-7 of The Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway

Edward Janeway

In all media, I feel like we can safely say that Kathryn Janeway is in fact a daddy’s girl. Her relationship with her father is very important to her, so it is interesting to see how it is portrayed very differently in both novels. In Mosaic, a lot of the highlights of Janeway’s earlier years revolve around time spent with him. From giving her special attention after ‘Your Sister’ was born, to consoling her after her losing tennis match and subsequent walk home in the rain, and trips to Mars, Kathryn mentions great fondness of quality time spent. In the Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway he is more described as an absent father, one that she always wanted to see and please. When he was home, she wanted all of his attention and to impress him greatly. She wished to follow in his footsteps after gaining a love of flight and the stars with a plane ride and a telescope he gave her. He tried to prepare her by detaining the events of the current conflict with Cardassia and inviting Starfleet brass over for dinner. Overall, in her early childhood, it makes more sense for Edward to not be around often. There is not a lot of conflict between the sources, other than the details of the aforementioned tennis match and different childhood nicknames.  

Edward is in a crash aboard an experimental ship on Tau Ceti Prime which leads to his death. This is where the big differences begin. In Mosaic, Kathryn and her fiancé are also on board. In  Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway, Kathryn is still on the Al-Batani. The fall out of this event has a great effect on Kathryn of course in both novels. As this is a missive shaping event of Kathryn’s life, I felt it very jarring to be changed. This moment shaped Janeway and gives us good context for why she handles situations the way she does. I see this trauma and I understand her character better, for dealing with the loss of two of the most important people in her life all at once.

Gretchen Janeway

The Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway was good to Gretchen Janeway as her character is basically a blank slate. We know little about her from Mosaic as it mostly focuses on Kathryn’s relationship with her father (and other male influences in her life). It is nice to learn more things about Grechen as with Edward’s job, it is likely that Kathryn was mainly raised by her. Other than being an artist, she also wrote some of the Flotter holos and wrote a number of children’s stories about the people of Bajor during the occupation. She does a lot of humanitarian work with the refugees from Bajor during the occupation. She loves to garden and get her daughters involved. She has a close bond with Phoebe due to their overlapping interests, but you can tell that she strives to support her in what she does. Overall, I like getting know Gretchen to be someone of than Kathryn’s mother.

Phoebe Janeway

 I was shocked when researching Memory Alpha for this review, Phoebe is never named in any Cannon media up to this point (Star Trek Prodigy could very well change this). We know Janeway has a sister and she is an artist, but that is it. Both novels keep her very similar personality-wise. In both stories, Kathryn is not looking forward to being a big sister. They also both mourn the loss of their father together. In Mosaic, she is not mentioned much. Kathryn tells her she is not old enough on an off planet trip and Phoebe plays pranks on her. The Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway goes much more into depth. They don’t get along when they are younger. They fight a lot. I feel this is a very realistic portrayal of real siblings, vying for attention and approval, snapping when they don’t get their way.  They both excel at what they do, Kathryn in her studies and Phoebe through her art. They seem to need to one-up each other at every turn.  As they grow up, they grow closer together, as many siblings do. Points added for giving Phoebe a wife, something which has been included in a lot of fanfiction. Overall, there are no big conflicting points.

Mark Johnson

Kathryn’s fiance at the time of the Voyager’s disappearance, Mark is a very different part of Kathryn’s life in both novels. In Mosaic, he is a childhood friend and went by his middle name Hobbs. Seemingly always two steps behind Kathryn, he did a lot of the same activities that she did, tennis and swimming in the underground cave systems. He did these poorly, and this makes Kathryn always look down upon him. They reconnected after her father’s death and she fell head-over-heels for him. Personally, I always felt this was a little uncharacteristic of Kathryn, to run away from her responsibilities to be with a man. It just seems very out of character and has always bothered me. The  Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway takes a completely different approach. She meets Mark as a friend of Pheobe and her wife as a widower. They hit it off and they fall hard. You can see the conflict in Kathryn as she debates how to move forward with a relationship as they have different outlooks on life. She has a drive to explore but does not want to be an absent parent. She debates quitting, which I don’t think is something Janeway would have ever done. Overall she decides to accept Mark’s proposal just before taking command of Voyager. This makes the Dear John situation a lot more believable as it makes sense that he would want to move on with his life much quicker. Overall, I have to just ask, why? I know Mark doesn’t have a lot of character, but why change basically their whole relationship dynamic? 

Justin Tighe

Justin is a character I actually like for selfish reasons. This explains why I was very miffed that he was nowhere to be seen in the Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway. Justin is Kathryn’s first love, they were coworkers, engaged and in love, and dies in the same accident that takes her father. As a person who always wanted Chakotay and Janeway to get together, this incident perfectly gives the reason. She is afraid to get romantically involved with a crew member because of the nature of the job. This dynamic is seen between Picard and Nella Daren in TNG very well. Kathryn has learned the hard way that she can lose a person under her command and how it feels when you are in love with that person. In early Voyager, you can see she isolates herself from the crew and it takes time for her to get comfortable. And during Night she relapses to her old ways. This is the way I have always justified Janeway’s reluctance to have a romantic relationship during their time in the Delta Quadrant. By understanding her background, I have a lot of respect for that choice. Her relationship with Justin really shaped how she handles relationships and without the impact he had on her life, it actually makes her character weaker.

Owen Paris

Owen is Kathryn’s mentor. In Mosaic, they meet as he is reviewing her junior honors thesis advisor on massive compact halo objects. From here they gained a relationship built on respect and learning. It makes sense that, as he was her personal mentor, that she would be close with his family, and why she would seek out Tom as a person to bring with her to the Badlands mission. In the Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway, she does not meet him until she is on the Al-Batani. This doesn’t only weaken her relationship with Admiral Paris, but moreover weakens her relationship with Tom. If he was her superior officer, why would she develop such a ‘big sister’ mentality to Tom if she didn’t have as many opportunities to meet him?

Tuvok

Mosaic does not go too much in depth with Tuvok and Janeway’s relationship, but its sister novel Pathways does. In Pathways, Tuvok meets Janeway when he is an ensign under her command of the USS Bonestell. The Bonestell and the Billings, two ships that Janeway served on, tend to get confused a lot. Most sources have Janeway’s first command as the Voyager, Including Voyager itself -  “It doesn't seem like my first command is shaping up the way I expected,” Janeway Shattered. The Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway has her and Tuvok meet on the Al-Batani. I actually really like the dynamic between them, as they grow to respect each other over a much longer period of time. I also like that, though Janeway climbs through the ranks, it does not change their relationship dynamic as she still relies on him and asks him advice as if they were equals. I think giving them a longer time to build their relationship. Also would like to note that Janeway and Tuvok also had a friendship with the original CMO of Voyager, Dr. Fitzgerald. I always wanted to know more about the Pre-Caretaker crew and I would have loved to see this dynamic and how the grief of losing a close personal friend in the Caretaker incident would impact them both.

Also I feel obligated to shout out the Janeway and Tuvok story in Star Trek Waypoint One-Shot. I need to get around to doing a series retrospective, but this short story I have not seen anyone talk about and I love it so much. Please read Waypoint. Okay next.

Other characters

Cheb - Janeway’s boyfriend in Mosaic. He was kind of an asshole and got her into trouble. He is not in the Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway and I see no problem with this.

Boothby - “[he is the] head groundskeeper at Starfleet Academy. When I was a cadet, he used to give me fresh roses for my quarters,” Janeway Revulsion. Boothby is not in Mosaic. In the Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway, it is explained that her mother loved to garden and this was something that Boothby did as a gradian figure to make her feel at home and destress. Makes sense.

Aisha - A childhood friend of Katheryn’s. Only in the Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway. Mosaic has this weird thing about highlighting the relationships with only the men in her life, so it is nice to see her have some other female friends.

Nexa - Katheryn’s roommate at the Academy.  Only in the Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway. Nexa helps broaden Kathryn’s horizons by helping to learn about Exoliguisticts, first contact, and the Betazoid culture. Again nice to see her have other female friends.

Riker - Yes they go on a date in Mosaic. He is not mentioned in the  Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway. I know he is a gag character but I still liked it.

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Final Thoughts

A lot of characters were changed between these two novels. There is a lot to like and a lot to hate. I really like what the Autobiography of Kathryn Janeway did with characters like Tuvok and Gretchen Janeway. Other characters were not so lucky (Justin, sweetie I’m so sorry that they would erase you like that, oh my god). It’s a mixed bag, but one thing I need say is... why?

We have had a good thing going here with the established canon as is. Mosaic (and Pathways) is the foundation of which the last 25 years of fanworks and the relaunch novels are based on. Why change history when it is already written?

Always, would love to hear your thoughts and thank you for reading my novel of a post. I will see you in the full review.

[saby-chan]

Why the ATLA comics fail when it comes to Zuko and his family

To whom ever took their time to actually stop and read this post, thank you in advance for not skipping my post and willing to stay and read my humble opinion! I hope I won’t disappoint you!

As a relatively newcomer to the ATLA fanbase since 2020, I’ve come across a lot of interesting debates, comments and rants about the show, characters and fandom in general, but nothing has captivated me as much as the dumpster-on-fire that are the ATLA comics, more specifically: The Promise and The Search. 

On one hand we have the hardcore fans who want them to be animated or serialized into the Netflix live action, praising the comics for the new views and subject matters they’ve brought into the show’s lore, while on the other hand we have the furious Azula fandom who is really angry for the fact that best girl didn’t get the redemption arc she rightfully deserved so much after the painful event that was the Last Agni Kai and the even more angry fans of the Urzai ship (yeah, the people who actually ship Zuko’s parents unironically) who hated the retconning of the show’s cannon since the comics basically took a huge fat dump on what was previously established as official cannon, when the Search entered the scene, but between these two sides, who has the more valid point? In the end, are the comics good cannon or bad written fanfiction?

Well... Here are my two cents on this matter since I myself happen to be an Azula and Zuko fan and had huge expectations from these comics (since I wanted more from my fave hot-headed fiery siblings duo) but ended up disappointed: the comics are indeed a huge mess and actually bad written fanfiction when it comes to Zuko and his family! Don’t click off yet, because I actually documented the reasons why exactly the comics fail in this area:

1. The author of these comics is not part of the BryKe duo

Yes, I would like to start with the fact that if you actually take a second to look up who in the heck took the time to write these two books, you won’t find Bryan, nor Mike, but a fellow man named Gene Yang. This is important because while the wiki of both The Promise and The Search state BryKe as the creators, that doesn’t mean that they were the actual minds behind these comics, but rather because ATLA is their “baby” and these comics involve their characters, over which they have copyright. Mr. Yang here is the actual brain behind the plot, as the main writer, which explains why we find huuuuge inconsistencies between the show lore and the comics, especially Zuko wise.

My main issue with Mr. Yang isn’t that he isn’t BryKe specifically, but because he did an unforgivable mistake in his writing process: He projected himself into Zuko’s character, based on the relationship Zuko had with his father. This is a documented fact from an interview in which he explains that he sees himself and his dad’s relationship into Zuko and Ozai and used that when writing their interactions and built Zuko’s character in the comics. And this is wrong because when you have an already very developed and complex character such as Zuko, you can’t just come in and be like “Oh, I was an angsty teen just like him in my teenage years, fighting with my dad and whatnot, so he must have the same thought process as me!”. NO! This is bad fanfiction writer behavior! Zuko has his own personality and philosophy, which he developed over the course of 3 seasons and is not defined by only 1 unfortunate aspect of his past, so you can’t just base his whole mindset and actions off of your own personal experience just because you had the same daddy issues he had!

2. The whole “Promise that you will kill me if I turn out like my dad!” nonsense in The Promise

Reason number 2 why these comics fail and go under the category of “bad fanfiction” is because they fail to convey the core essence of the source material. The whole point of Zuko’s redemption was that he realized the wrongdoings of his ancestors and his own mistakes. He outgrew his desire of gaining his father’s acknowledgement in favor of choosing his own destiny. Having him worry that he’ll turn into his father is utter nonsense and feels like poor angsty drama material for the sake of angst. At this point in time, Zuko has overcame that obstacle in his life a long time ago and should be at the level where he himself is the “Uncle Iroh” for other people and in no way someone concerned of becoming their own worst enemy!

Not only that, but the whole point of Aang’s journey and the story of the show as a whole was to teach us, the viewers, the importance of forgiveness, empathy and love in life. Aang didn’t spare Ozai, aka “the ultimate evil” just to flex in front of his pals or because he is a “ 12 y/o vegan pacifist monk kid”, but because he knew that killing someone, no matter of what they did or wanted to do, wouldn’t restore balance into the Universe, on the contrary, him killing the villain would have meant perpetuating the “endless cycle of hate” that plagued the world. So having Aang promise to kill his best friend in case “they turned into an evil maniac like their dad” contradicts Aang’s whole character and it’s a nonsense that throws into the trash what we’ve learnt throughout the entire TV series.

3. Azula deserved (and was supposed) to have a redemption ark

This might still be pure speculation, but I count it as a documented reason because I’ve heard quite a few people saying that there should’ve been a book 4 in the show, aka “Book 4: Air”, and no, it wasn’t The Search, but actually Zuko and Azula’s journey as Zuko helps his younger sister heal her broken mind by being her very own “Uncle Iroh”. Sure, they prolly were going to end up looking for Ursa, but the journey should’ve ended with them actually being happy and a family again and not the bs we got in The Search where a still very unstable Azula runs away and becomes the “Next Joker”! The only problem is that M. Night had to pop up and curse the world with his movie, which forced BryKe to delay the project (and eventually abandoned it in favor of Korra).

All in all, either if BryKe had this preplanned or not, it made sense for Azula to get a redemption ark, she deserved it because she was just a broken 14 y/o child! If Katara’s mom’s murderer deserved to be forgiven, so did this poor child who had no fault for what happened to her since she had a dysfunctional family! What Gene Yang did in his poorly written fanfiction was to just antagonize a broken child, turning her into a monster for the sake of friggin angst!

4. The Search is the worst of the two, being flat af character wise

And finally, getting to the point that I personally find the most annoying about these comics: The Search. This one... This one is a mess on a hella lot many levels, and just to list a few: characters are flat as fudge, being either black as vanta black (like Ozai and Azula) or pure white like Gene’s Gary Stue OC, Mr Ikem (or how I like to call him, IKEA man) and his ‘victim’ rendition of Ursa, Azula gets to suffer more for no reason (see reason number 3 to why I find this as a no no), Ursa’s whole character sucks ass (man, I could write a whole thesis on why Yang’s version of her is terrible and doesn’t match the strong woman we got in the show) and Zuko does morally wrong stuff (my man literally used his unstable sister to bribe their dad into spitting info about Ursa... Show Zuko would never do that!;-;)

Oh boy, as a person who’s seen a ton of anime and other media and read many books, I can’t begin on how much I despise this type of writing: flat characters are the worst!

 ATLA characters in the show are nothing close to being flat! What I mean by that is that none of them fall perfectly into pure white (aka goodest of good characters with no imperfections) or vanta black (aka lowest and darkest twisted monsters out there), each of them are various shades of grey (like Aang who is a very light grey because despite being a very kind and nice character, he still isn’t a “perfect hero” since he ran away from his duties, practiced tax fraud with Toph, had insecurities and even threatened to kill people on ocassions like with the sand benders who took Appa) and this is a good choice because that prevents them from becoming what’s globally known as Mary Sues and Gary Stues (aka those either “perfect” characters with no flaws and/or unlimited power, or the twisted monsters full of flaws).

And the other reason why many other people hate The Search: it literally negates previously established cannon. And here comes my short essay on why this comic fails Zuko’s family (since we’ve already talked enough about Zuko himself).

In cannon and even interviews with BryKe, it was clearly stated that Zuko’s family was “once happy”. Where is this “once happy” family in The Search? All I see is pain, deception, lies and betrayal, nothing close to anything that resembles happiness. Okay, some of you might come in and say that “It’s because it was never the case! It was only lies and Zuko trying to convince himself that he didn’t live in hell forever!” and here is WHERE YOU WERE ALL WRONG! And why? Because, my dear fella, where were depicted the flashbacks of Zuko’s “happy family” in The Beach? Ember Island. And what do we know and had been even quoted in the show?  "Like waves washing away the footprints on the sand, Ember Island gives everyone a clean slate. Ember Island reveals the true you." (direct quote from the show). Exactly, no matter who you are or how hard you try, you can’t hide your true self when you are on the Ember Island, best example being Azula, who’s impenetrable though shell cracked and revealed the true vulnerable child that was underneath. If Azula couldn’t resist the “spell of the island”, no one can. So this means that Zuko’s family was indeed happy once and yes, Ozai wasn’t always the douchebag we got to know in Season 3 (I have a whole nother essay on my theories regarding what could be his real past story and why he’s actually the “Zuko” of his generation, based on stuff I gathered from old wiki entries and character analyses I made, but that’s for another time, lemme know if ya’ll are interested).

And what I guess is the biggest proof why The Search did this family’s past trash is comics Ursa herself. My dude, if this woman were indeed the victim of years of endless abuse and never loved her husband, I guarantee you that she would’ve been closer to what we saw in Todoroki’s mom from BNHA and Zuko would’ve gotten that scar or even worse long before the Agni Kai, not from his “daddy dearest”, but from “mommy dearest” herself, because no sane woman would be soo affectionate and attached to a child that’s the perfect copy of their abuser, sepecially appearance wise (again see Todoroki’s mom’s case from BNHA because the stories are really similar) and in no way would’ve she been willing to sacrifice her life for said child’s sake. With this ocassion, I remind ya’ll folks that according to the ancient ATLA cannon wikis on Nick’s site, Ozai was designed with Zuko’s appearance in mind, being meant to be like a “grown up scarless version” of Zuko. So yeah, remember this with a grain of salt that whenever you simp over grown up Zuko, you involuntary simp for Ozai too.

So yeah, I guess this kinda concludes my “not so short” rant about why the comics fail and are bad fanfiction. Lemme hear your thoughts in the comments and if you agree, feel free to leave a like and even reblog.

Bye bye and remember that Momo is the true strongest character of the show!

 Saby out.

[crab-in-a-pocket]

uh... so.... any spare dating Wizard/Magnus head cannons or just ANYTHING wizard/farmer, please?? 🥺 nsfw appreciated but honestly I just REALLY want more people to talk about him. That portrait mod... uuhfhsbsnn

boring ol gen/fluff stuff for now bc i need SLEEP but i cannot rest until i get this out of my system. nsfw stuff will be written... eventually.

based on @iniro's wizard portrait mod here.

crap at the stereotypical romance but he TRIES and that's what matters

likes candlelit dinners! kind of guy that gets a little surprised when you offer to feed him but he obliges anyway asdfgjlls my heart

has the softest fucking smile ever, tries to hide it with a poorly disguised thinking hand under the chin but he has crows feet and you can tell he's smiling

cheek kisses. cheek kisses. cheek kisses. soft lil cheek kisses, one hand cupping the other side of your face, the other on your nape.

likes peck sort of kisses. also likes it when you hold his face in your hands. dude hasnt felt the soft touch of Love since the green lady soo....

pretends he isnt lowkey sc about his moustache but he's extremely pleased when you tell him you think it looks Very Nice

you get beard burn if the kisses become particularly rough and he keeps putting salves on your face

not that much of a cuddle snuggle guy but likes it when you sit in his lap or lie on his chest while he reads.

total cuddle and snuggle guy when he is asleep, good luck getting that glass of water

tends to blush a lot which is exploitable, adorable, and hilarious

tells you that you are anything but mundane when you're down

random magic facts at random times. taking a bath? did you know that pyromancy's leaning more on arson than divination? fun facts, bitch

gets annoyed whenever you get home really late so yay warpy stuff and protection amulets for you!

spends time in his tower when he feels like it and needs to do magic because that shit has fumes and you did NOT appreciate the hallucinations. good thing he keeps it ventilated amirite

there's a bed there but that's not the only place you've fucked

doesn't exactly get accepted into mayor lewis's lil fold but people are less weirded out by him when they catch you two canoodling in some part of the spirit's eve maze he built

does magic on the patio and is the cause of the scorch marks on the fences and the outside of your house.

teaches you magic because Self Defense but then you nearly set the house on fire and you have never seen him more panicked in ur life

yelps when he is surprised. screamer kinda guy, cmv.

tries to heal you when you come home injured but always ends up carting you to harvey's clinic where he looks so out of place chilling in the sterile, white waiting room, all purple and fancy

likes sweaters. likesloves you. sweater thief?

thinks flowers are boring until you show him a very carefully arranged bouquet. wizard florist, maybe?

fin

[kinsey3furry300]

A very confused Star Wars Fan desperately tries to justify their belief that “Caravan of Courage” shows the way forward for the franchise. No, really.

Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve loved Star Wars. And I mean, all of it. The books, the games, the Lego, the spin-offs: I even enjoy the Holiday Special in a The Room so-bad-you-just-need-to-see-it sort of way.  But particularly the films. But here is when we run into the big problem: I’m just the wrong age. The original trilogy launched before I was born, the prequel trilogy hit cinemas when I was already a teen and while I went and saw them and enjoyed them, I was at that age where I was self-conscious about seeing a “kids” film, and hyper-aware of how silly and cringy those films were in parts. So my indoctrination, my inoculation with the Star Wars bug didn’t happen in the cinema, and it didn’t happen with any of the main franchise works. It happened on home video, on a skiing trip in the French Alps in the early 90’s. I’d have been about 6, and this was the first time I’d ever been abroad other than to see relatives in Ireland.  And I loved it: to this day I love skiing, but more than that, I have very, very fond childhood memories of this trip. This was shortly before I lost my biological mother to cancer, she’d have received her diagnosis just after we got back from the trip. This was when my younger sister stopped being an annoying screaming thing and became and became an actual person I could talk and play and share ideas with, this was before the combination my mothers long illness and my father having just launched his own IT start up meant I didn’t see him or her any more, despite the fact they were in the same house as me. This was this wonderful, nostalgic child-hood bubble when my family was intact, and nothing could ever go wrong. I skied all day with mum and dad, and would come back to the chalet in the evening. It was an English speaking chalet, I met my first real-life American there, and having grown up in the 90’s in the UK nothing was cooler than making friends with an actual American my own age. He had a hulk Hogan action figure with springs in the legs so if you put him on a hard surface and punched his head down, when you let go he’d jump really high in the air. We used to play with it together in the bath, back in that weird 90’s time-bubble when it was possible to convince two sets of parents that this kid you’d just met was you best friend in the world and of course shared bath time was, somehow, normal and appropriate. And fresh from bath time, tired from the day, the parents would give us some hot coco, dump us kids in front of the tv and grab the first shitty low-budget VHS they could find to keep us distracted while they went to the bar. In this particular time, in this particular place, that shitty low budget cartoon was the  complete set of the 1985 Lucasfilm/ABC Ewoks cartoon, plus the two spin off movies, and to this day that cheap, kitschy, kind of bad series has a special warm and cosy place in my heart. I remember being enthralled by the world, in love with the characters, applied by the bad guys and the injustice they caused (to this day I’m still irate about that time Wicket lost his set of beads documenting his progress towards becoming a full warrior and the older Ewoks basically said, tough, you need to re-earn all those merit badges from scratch. This struck me as exactly the sort of bullshit an adult would pull, and pissed me off) and on tenterhooks about what would happen to the characters.

It was also, by a coincidence, the first ever Star Wars media I was exposed to, and the above combination of events probably explains a lot about me.

So I was surprised, the other day, when scrolling Disney+, to find they’d added Caravan of Courage AND Battle for Endor to the roster in my region. Surely Disney wouldn’t want their slick, cool brand associated with this old trash? Surely there could be no place for this in the post-Mandalorian Star Wars cannon? Surely this is a horrible mistake some intern made, right?

Unless…. What if I’ve miss-remembered? What if it’s not just rose-tinted nostalgia goggles, and it’s, in fact, secretly really, really good?

I rushed to my comfy chair, got a blanket, dimmed the lights, made some coco (with rum in it, because why the hell not?) and sat down to re-examine this lost gem.

And wow: it’s every bit as shit as you’d expect.

It has aged exactly as poorly as you’d expect a cheap, mid 80’s direct to video spin-off to age. Caravan of Courage? More like Caravan of Garbage, am I right?

And yet… I still enjoyed every moment.

And it was sitting there, in my pyjamas, watching a cheaply made direct to video cash-grab from just before I was born, seeing it again for the first time in nearly 30 years, and I realised something.

It doesn’t really matter if this film is bad, so long as I enjoy it. And if it doesn’t really mater if this is bad, then I, like many Star Wars fans, wasted a huge amount of time and emotional effort on being butthurt about stuff I didn’t like about the Rise of Skywalker and it’s ilk. Because somewhere, right now, a tired and frustrated parent is putting Disney+ on to keep their kids quiet for two hours. And they won’t think too hard about what they put on, so long as it keeps little Timmy busy for a bit. Somewhere, right now, a kid is watching Rise of Skywalker, and it’s the first Star Wars media they’ve ever seen.

And that’s okay. Because we don’t know what that kids home life is like. We don’t know if it’s good or bad. Maybe it’s great, maybe it’s about to take a dramatic plunge like mine did, and this moment here will be the cosy, warm memory they look back on in 30 years time, and that’s beautiful.  They’re getting introduced to a fun, wonderful fantasy world that could be with them all their lives, through good times and bad, and as fans we should be happy about that.

Star Wars will never, die: it’s too darn profitable, Disney will never let it. And while I hope they learn from their mistakes and make sure every future Star Wars is a timeless gem of story-telling, statistically, if you keep making enough films, some of them will be bad. And while I’d like them all to be great, it’s still okay if they’re bad.

Because nothing can take away my memories of that week in that chalet. Nothing can take-away my memories of when they put the original trilogy on in cinemas for the special edition and I had my jaw hit the floor with how good it was on the big screen, not knowing or caring who shot first. Nothing can take away you memories of the Original Trilogy, the Prequels, or the Clone Wars. Nothing can tarnish the bits of the sequil trilogy that you like, and there are good bits in there.

But wait, what about continuity? What about the sacred, perfect written time-line that used to exist?

Well, what about it? Have you seen any other big, epic fantasy universe before? They’re all a mess. A work of fiction, particularly fantasy, can be extensive, or tightly written, but not both. Harry Potter is only seven books, and the last two feel, tonally, like they’re from an entirely different series. I love them, but the grim-dark kicked in so fast you’ll get whiplash. The Hobbit is a perfect written self-contained novel, and LOTR is *The* big boy high-fantasy trilogy: fast forward 50 years, and Christopher Tolkien is desperately squeezing every last drop of money out of his father’s corpse by finishing and publishing every unfinished note JRR ever wrote right down to his shopping lists. Even Dune goes of the rails with sequels. I can only think of four fantasy works that are both extensive and consistently tightly written, Song of Ice and Fire, Wheel of Time, Malazan: Book of the Fallen and Brandon Sanderson’s Cosmere universe. And even then, the prequels and spin-offs mess with the timelines: the Dunk and Egg novella’s change some character’s canonical ages and timelines, Wheel of Time was going slowly off the rails even before the Jordan died, Forge of Darkness made what was a good metaphor for the creation of it’s world into a literal war deep in the past, and Sanderson’s first Novel Elantris got a re-write to bring it more in line with the rest of the shared universe. The MCU, oft held up as the modern example of tightly planned, well thought out ongoing storytelling, is a lie: it was never as pre-planned out as Disney wants us to think; the first Iron Man, apparently, barely had a script, with Downey ad-lib-ing most of his scenes. None of the MCU films are direct sequels to each-other other than Infinity war and Endgame. There are three Iron Man films, and Three Thor films, and none continue an ongoing story line across multiple films, and the Cap films barely continue an arc, but only where Cap’s relationship with Natasha and Bucky is involved.  Much like these, Star War’s cannon is a complete, nightmarish, confusing, tangled, illogical mess. And it has been since 1984, as Caravan of Courage proves. It was never consistent and well planned.

And that’s okay.

I used to care about plot holes. I used to care about which works were cannon in Star Wars lore. I’m over that now. I’m happy to imagine the books, films and games not as a blow-by-blow historical account of a galaxy far far away, but as campfire stories from within this fun, imaginative world that we’re all invited to listen to. Stories that are in-universe myth and folklore, that we can all snuggle up and listen to while drinking highly alcoholic rum and remembering better times, knowing that wherever the future throws at us, no matter how the world goes to hell around us, we’ll still have the memories, and the ability to make our own new stories in the wonderful Star Wars world we all share.

And that’s okay. No, more than that: that’s beautiful.

Also Star Wars is completely unambiguous on the fact we’re allowed to kill fascists no matter how many times they keep coming back with a new logo, so that’s timely I guess.

So, there’s my hot take two-years after everyone else stopped caring about this stuff, as per bloody usual. Tell me why I’m wrong below, and does anyone else have any truly awful spin-off shows that they kind of have a nostalgic soft spot for?

[angelathewitch]

Okay I just finished the ACOTAR series for the first time and I have so many thoughts so I'm gonna write them down.

Also I have not looked at any fan theories or been a part of this fandom very much so all these headcannons are straight from the noggin:

Literally what the fuck is tamlin doing.

Okay getting this out of the way cause its a hot topic. Azriel is my baby I love him but

I would have mixed feelings about him being with both gwyn and Elaine. I love the idea of Elaine being azriels sunshine he deserves light in his life (also their scene in ACOSF had me ejdjbdksks) but also all three bat boys being with all 3 sisters rubs me the wrong way idk.

Gwyn is amazing because she's a badass bitch and if azriel doesn't snatch that up I will. I feel like azriel almost gets bulldozed over by the other bat boys (like he will do the dirty work only because he feels inferior) And I want gwyn to help him stand up for himself.

Gwyn is an adult jfc. I'd be more worried about her trauma.

I am totally a elucien shipper I'm SORRY lucien deserves the world

But at the same time I would totally understand if Elaine couldn't forgive him for his involvement in the cauldron business. That shit was wack. I just want this relationship to be the biggest, most "period drama esqe" slowburn.

I have very mixed feelings about lucien. On one hand lucien has never had a home and when tamlin took him in I can see how that loyalty blurred the lines of right and wrong. But at the same time lucien messed up MANY times where the archeon sisters are concerned.

Nesta deserved her kick in the ass because it was needed. She did not deserve everyone to be a little bitch to her. It felt like feyre was the only one who wanted her rehabbed for nestas sake. I definitely would have preferred Nesta to hit rock bottom and choose recovery for herself (cause alcoholism and things can only be truly solved through self help) Everyone else was uncharacteristically nonempathetic. Idk how Cassian could be okay with her treatment after they mated.

I'm still digesting Rhys and nestas relationship. I like that they don't like each other for most of ACOSF. Nestas reasons for treating feyre poorly are valid, but not excuses. The feyre, Nesta, and rhys relationship thing is weird cause I see all sides. I need more feyre and Nesta bonding they always get interrupted.

I HATE what SJM did to Mors character. What the fuck is up with mor not liking Nesta. Maybe we will get an explanation in the next book but I feel like mor was set up to be a great LGBT character with himbo allies but SJM just dropped her off a cliff. Big mad.

However I do want eris and mor to end up together. Not necessarily romantically, but I want them to have it out and I want eris to support mor. Kinda want them to be mates. Kinda want eris to be gay as well. Kinda want them to get married and them have consorts.

WHY does everyone treat feyre like a porcelain doll when the IC has more collective trauma than anyone else in this universe. Don't get me wrong I'm all about the hurt/comfort but it was so inconsistently written LOL. When the IC was telling their stories the first night they met and then feyre told hers I cackled like sorry but she is a baby

Rhys's trauma is just as recent as feyres... yeah he's a lot older and seasoned but oh my GOD he was consistently assaulted for 49 years. Feyre does very little to comfort him. Idk I feel like it was SO glossed over.

Like in ACOWAR feyre admits that amaranthas hatred wasn't personal it was general, unlike Tamlins hatred. But amarantha and rhys had multiple personal vendettas against each other. Like his amarantha is vaguely feyres tamlin. Rhys didn't even get to kill amarantha. His trauma is untapped. Rhys is the main character feyre is the love interest idc

Idk what yall say rhys is my baby my lovebug my everything. He's got his flaws but you can't love Nesta and hate him at the same time without being a lil hypocritical

But he's fucked in the head for thinking he was justified in drugging feyre every night for 2 months. Almost more mad about that than the SA (I dont really blame Rhys since it is not cannon to me. SJM just messed up 😌 it was so out of character) did he ever really apologize for that??

ALSO I know smj wanted to write like #consentking but half of what he allowed was so unnecessarily dangerous (like the first AND second weaver encounter- if my SO ran off in the middle of a battle to track down a mysterious creature when the task could have been done after the battle I would have be livid. Mor was justified in being mad.)

I'm so mad rhys didn't flatten tamlin during the high lord meeting. Either it will happen in the future or I will burn these books.

THE BAT BOYS HAVE CONNONICALLY BEEN IN THE SAME ROOM WHILE HAVING SEX. the foursomes in my head gets clearer by the day

I HATE the fact that rhys almost had an existential crisis over feyre being so young when she found her mate and not having "lived" and THEN GETS HER PREGNANT??? Are you kidding me. I'm so mad. I don't wanna deal with babies. I hate babies.

But I DO have a fun headcannon that since the bone carver is a death-god or whatever he KNEW nyx wouldn't survive and that is why he appeared as him. Also when the bone carver offered to take feyres first born in exchange for help rather than the oroboughs I think that was also foreshadowing. The only reason nyx survived was because of Nesta and the bone carver had trouble seeing the cauldron.

((Maybe nyx should have died during the birth idk))

Literally I would have enjoyed ACOSF if instead of the pregnancy feyre was busy looking for bryaxis. Literally what happened to him. Wtf

I know the plot armor is crazy thick around the IC but it would have been nice if one of them died. Well, not nice, but more believable. Maybe thats why nyx should have died. Lol I need therapy.

FREAKING HEADCANNON: the archeon sisters are partially fae. Their mom was definitely a descendant and that's why all three sisters have mates. It was hinted that the sisters had mated because they were powerful and cauldron made but Cassian and rhys could feel the pull before the sisters were turned.

Tarquin is the hottest high lord

The whole blood rite thing was stupid. I would have loved if it was spread out over a longer period of time but it was so unrealistic

You know we all love a good #girlboss🤢 moment but the whole valkarie thing seemed 1. Out of no where 2. Really quickly forced (ACOSF should have been like 2 books) 3. If emerie and mor get together life=complete

The inner circle and ther archeon sisters would not get along if they weren't mated to like 50% of the gang

They're too whiny

It's so weird that the mating bond can only be felt by guys??? Lol wut

Okay I know this is a complicated subject but having LGBTs in a universe with mates based in evolutionary advantage seems more homophobic than having a universe without LGBTs LOL. Like their connection can't be as deep cause they can't procreate?? I did like that SJM made up for it a little by saying not all mates are complementary souls.

Hybern was so powerful and for WHAT. I don't understand

Vassa, lucien, and jurian being a trio is so weird 😐

I WANT A NOVELLA ON THE STORY OF AMREN AND VARIAN. They are my otp. If anyone has made it this far and knows of some good amren and varian fanart pls let me know

Okay that is all for now thank you if you read down to here xoxo gossip girl.

P. S. Also I am starting throne of glass and am having a hard time getting into it. Can anyone vouch for this series please I'm conflicted.

Edit: omg I was zooted when I wrote this and didn't realize my phone autocorrected cassian to Caspian RIP

[violetswritingg]

Canary Cry

Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x OFC!

Description: Her violence was silent. Until it wasn't.

"I'm fine."

"Fine is just another word for drowning."

Rating T-M (mentions of blood, child abuse, mental health, cannon situations of violence and the like. Loss of parents, hard of hearing/deaf character, poorly written fight scenes lol)

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18

Leading the way with renewed confidence in his stride Kaldur walked through a thick line of trees, coming across a clearing. Captain Marvel landing beside the Atlantean and Kate, prints in the soft dirt and shell casing littering the forest floor by their feet. The larger man crouching down to inspect the prints further.

"Guess this is where Mayor Hill's monkey business went down," Captain Marvel stood, looking to Aqualad and Kate, "So, at least we've confirmed his story right?" Aqualad seemed to not hear him, taking steps forward, "Aqualad?" Captain Marvel asked, concern pulling his voice up.

"My apologies Captain, I am... plagued by doubts," Aqualad glanced at the raised eyebrow he could feel from Kate, "But I am working through them, with help from a friend." The older male grinned softly at the girl and she returned it. A peace settling in the space between while Captain Marvel's eyes bounced back and forth between them not understanding.

"Um..."

The captain's next set of questions were cut off by a rustle in the bushes off to their left, the sound of bird's wings flapping filling the quiet air.

"Does anyone else hear that?" Kate questioned in a whisper, head on swivel.

"Hear what?" Captain Marvel asked in response, painfully oblivious.

"Exactly." Aqualad breathed.

Kate could feel the ground begin to rumble rhythmically below her feet, a second later the pounding could be heard and with every step it got more severe. The rocks on the ground bouncing with the intensity.

It was only when the pounding was all they could hear that a loud trumpet sound and the largest elephant Kate had ever seen broke through the tree line and rushed at them.

Captain Marvel was the first to react, pushing off the ground and flying at the elephant, knocking it back. Its large feet dragging cavernous marks in the soft ground. The elephant used its trunk to grab the hero and swing him around. Throwing him into a tree.

"Oh shit." Kate cursed when she felt more vibrations coming from a different direction. Aqualad's head whipped in her direction before he turned to see another elephant, larger than the other break through the tree line behind them.

Aqualad was frozen as the original elephant started to rush at them, Kate grabbing him and pulling him to the side. Both falling to the ground. The two barely missed being stepped on like a pair of ants.

"Get behind me!" Kate screeched, pulling the boy back onto his feet before digging her feet in and screaming at the original elephant. The beast being knocked back, trumpeting loudly in protest and rage. It came at her, Aqualad using one of her water barrers to grab her around the waist and move her out of the way. Leaping up and catching her, trying to get out of range but being unsuccessful.

The original elephant lashing out with its trunk and landing a hit on Aqualad's back. The boy letting out a yell as he and Kate tumbled to the ground. Kate turned midair to not land on her head. That's the last thing she needed to do. The girl rolled onto her stomach, eyes meeting fangs dripping in drool and bright red eyes.

"Good kitty." She breathed before slowly backing up, feeling the ground shaking below her, the waves coming from behind her. She knew it was the elephant but didn't risk breaking eye contact with the large cat in front of her.

Kate saw Captain Marvel's cape out of the corner of her eye taking care of the original elephant. The girl taking the hand up offered to her by Aqualad, standing back-to-back. Kate still facing the tiger. Aqualad watching as Captain Marvel gets hit away by the second elephant's trunk.

"Any ideas Aqualad?!" Kate asked over her shoulder. Hands coming up in front of her, her boots digging into the ground.

"Yes!" He answered. Kate feeling his heat against her back recede as he sprinted at the second elephant.

"Aqualad!" Kate turned her back to the tiger in panic. Watching as the older boy activated his water weapons and leaped. Slashing upward and breaking something around the elephant's neck, yanking it off and throwing it to the side.

And just like that the second elephant suddenly couldn't care less about them, walking away with a much tamer trumpet sound.

Kate's inattention to the animal behind her was a mistake she didn't clock till the second she felt a weight spring onto her back.

"Remove the collar!" Kate heard Aqualad yell.

She let out a scream at the ground. Sending both her and the tiger into the air. Turning mid-air Kate saw the collar Aqualad was talking about. Reaching for it and screaming at it. Both her and the tiger landed back on the ground. The large cat landing on its feet and running off, Kate not so much.

"Finch! Are you hurt?" Aqualad was helping her up in an instant, the two team members watching the elephants walk away calmly as Captain Marvel joined them.

"Yeah, tis' but a scratch." Kate huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Pretty sweet the way you figure out the problem was the collars." Captain Marvel praised in awe. Like a kid seeing some kind of cool magic trick for the first time.

"Not pretty sweet actually." Kate grumbled, puffing at a piece of hair that had fallen into her face.

"The collars indicated an intelligence behind this attack. The rest of the team may also be at risk." Aqualad confirmed what was going on through Kate's head. He attempted to try the comms but was only met with harsh static. "Ugh, comms are jammed. And Miss Martian failed to establish a telepathic link before we split up."

"Actually," Captain Marvel cut in, "You let everyone split up before communications were set."

Kate's eyebrows shot up as she bit the inside of her cheek, avoiding Kaldur's look of shock, kicking at the ground. Not verbally agreeing but making her stance known.

"They would not listen!"

"I guess," Captain Marvel shrugged, hands in fists on his hips. "But back at the cave Batman stopped everyone from arguing with one word."

"Because Batman is... Batman!" Aqualad fought, sounding more like a kid that Kate had ever heard before. It was kind of funny.

"Hey, you don't have to tell me. When I first joined the League all he did was boss me around. And it's hard not to take it personally. But, I never disobeyed an order and that's probably what kept me alive." Captain Marvel spoke, voice going soft at the end as he turned to face Aqualad more.

"Batman takes command, he doesn't ask for it." Kate chimed in, shrugging with a small grin as she watched Kaldur's shoulders roll back, his chin tipping up in the way she was used to seeing.

"He has to...for the good of the League." Aqualad realized and Kate's grin brightened as he finally started to look like the old Kaldur again. "Thank you both for helping me understand," He directed at the red, white, and gold adorned man in front of him before turning to Kate, "and for your support."

Kate nodded before Kaldur's eyes glazed over for a second.

"Finally, maybe we can actually get this show on the road already." Kate cheered.

While Aqualad was talking to Miss M, Kate looked around at their surroundings. Captain Marvel doing the same. Both catching a glimpse of the tiger from earlier through the tall grass.

"I am not doing this again..." Kate grumbled, muscles tensed.

"Cool! A tiger! I'll be right back!"

"Captain no!" Kate called, trying to run after him but he flew too fast. Gone in the blink of an eye. Aqualad calling out a 'wait!' but not being heard before the hero was gone. The two younger members shared a look of exasperation and shrugged.

"Speed of Mercury."

~~*~~

It's always a fun time having what feels like a million other's voices in your head. Honestly it was Kate's favorite part of the job. Nothing could have prepared her for the cacophony of complaints and passive aggressive remarks she knew would be thrown.

"Should you really still be giving us orders? And should we really be following them?" Artemis's voice was the first one over the link, the first shot to be fired. Which tracked for her.

"Listen, please." Aqualad tried to stop the leak from becoming a tidal wave, but the damage had already been done.

"Oh good, Aqualad's voice in my head. I've so missed that." Wally was next and Kate just huffed, plopping down on a large rock next to her and cradling her head in her hands. Massaging her temples out of exasperation.

"Hey Kaldur, KF and I were attacked by giant vultures, course since we're moles you probably think we attacked ourselves."

"If he did, he wouldn't tell you." Kate rolled her eyes at Robin and Artemis.

"Superboy are you online or just pouting?"

"Busy. Call back later."

Yeah, Kate wasn't touching that with a ten-foot pole. Kaldur laid a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, motioning with his head in the direction Captain Marvel flew with a grim expression. Kate sighed heavily and stood. Following the older boy through the tall bushes and grass.

"What get's me is how nonchalant he is about not telling us"

"He should be chalant. Way Chalant. Extremely chalant."

"And also, how could you side with him Kate? So not cool."

Kate and Kaldur pushed through a larger bush, coming across three large pylons coming out of the ground and drag marks in the dirt.

"I'm not siding with anyone; everyone has a right to be upset but how you're acting right now is ridiculous." Kate huffed across the link. Kaldur glancing at her with an apologetic look on his face. Kate just shook her head.

"Not your fault that they're idiots."

"How can we be a team if he doesn't trust us with his secrets?"

"Or if Connor doesn't trust us to take care of ourselves?"

"I don't see you offering up your whole life on a platter Artemis, and can we leave the relationship issues out of the chat please? It's already cluttered as is." Kate argued over the link.

Kate tuned them all out as she met Kaldur's gaze, and sighing when he simply shook his head at her with a small, appreciative, grin. Taking the message and letting it go, crouching down with him to get a better look at the tracks within the drag marks.

The chatter kept on until Kaldur was done with it.

"Enough." Standing and ripping a pylon out of the ground with him, Kaldur had found his 'batman voice' Kate dubbed it in her head. Holding the obviously heavy thing like it was nothing he kept on, not letting anyone else get in a word edge wise. "Captain Marvel has been captured and we must act as a team to save him."

"Under your leadership? I don't think-" Wally's interruption was halted by the team leader.

"This is not up for debate. You all chose me to lead, when the mission is over, if you wish to select a new leader I will happily step down. But until that time, I am in command here." With that Kaldur threw down the pylon and started walking in the direction of the drag marks. Kate followed behind him with a smirk blooming on her lips.

"How'd that feel?"

"Goldfinch."

"What?!"

~~*~~

After rendezvousing with the other and following the tracks they split up into groups and started to creep up on the compound, the concrete building low to the ground and surrounded by more of the pylons Kate and Kaldur had seen earlier. Kate positioned with Kaldur among the bushes. Artemis, Robin, and Wally a little aways, with Miss M camouflaged in a tree.

"I'll fly over."

"Negatory, the field extends like a dome over the whole compound." Wally chimed in, Kate activated the scanners in her mask to get a better look and saw the same thing. Cursing quietly to herself.

"The pylons are insulated, but one good shock could cause a momentary gap." Robin added.

"I see a target." Artemis pulled back her bow, poised to shoot.

"Then be ready to hit it. Be ready all of you." Kaldur ordered. Kate shifted to be more on the balls of her feet as Kaldur ran forward, shocking the pylon in front of him. Creating the opening for Artemis who shot her arrow through the gap and hit her target at Kate's signal.

With the dome down the team converged at Kaldur's location, the howling of a lone monkey on the building's roof made the whole team jump. The alarm kicked on, blaring high pitched tones as what seemed like an endless stream of other monkeys poured over the roof top.

Kate grabbed her batons and started to defend against the stream alongside the rest of the team. Seeing the collars after slamming her boot into one and launching her baton at another. Hitting a third on its way back to her hand.

"Remove the collars!" Kaldur and her shouted at the same time. The two sharing a look before diving back into the thick of it. Purposely aiming for their collars with every strike of her baton or boot.

Seeing Wally get bounced off the Gorilla they were here for she dug her heels in and let out scream. Throwing the primate back inside the building, Kate ran over to Wally and M'gann with the rest of the team, quick visual inspections were had before they pushed their way inside the building.

Entering a Lab setting Kate and the others kept on their guard, seeing Captain Marvel strapped down to a medical table and –

"It's the brain!" Wally exclaimed.

"Uh I can see it's a brain." Artemis jabbed.

"Not the moment guys." Kate muttered under her breath, shoulders tense.

"Not a brain, the brain." Wally corrected after shooting Kate an annoyed look.

"In the flesh so to speak." The brain on wheels spoke, French accent coming through the speakers in its... habitat? Kate didn't know what to call it besides disturbing. "Mallah!"

The gorilla lifted a remote and pressed a button and before Kate could scream pylons were shooting up out of the ground and surrounding them. Turning on and rendering them incapacitated.

But they had a plan.

"Miss Martian, Superboy, now." Kaldur ordered and M'gann grabbed the remote for the pylons with her telekinesis and turned them off. Superboy breaking through the wall behind Mallah the gorilla and the brain, looking worse for wear and with a white enlarged wolf by his side.

"Okay braveheart." Kate muttered, getting back onto her feet again. Running at the gorilla with her batons, screaming at the ground to propel herself forward, flipping in the air and landing both of her heels into his shoulder just as Robin swung by and did the same with his other shoulder. Twisting mid-air as she fell back down, she threw a baton, aiming for the gorilla's head. Landing in a crouch before it came back to her.

Turning just in time to see Kaldur get hit with laser beams from the Brain, Kate sent another baton fly and got the thing's attention. Flipping out of the way of the beams it shot at her while Kaldur slashed at it with his water bearers and corralled it with Mallah the gorilla, Kate and the others circling them while Kaldur went to free Captain Marvel who in turn freed the tiger he chased after and had attacked Kate earlier.

Mallah roared to try and intimidate them, his apeish eyes darting across the ring of young heroes.

"Try it. I hate monkey's." Superboy cracked his knuckles with a menacing look. The intelligent Gorilla looked like he was about to rush the teen heroes again when The brain spoke up.

"No Mallah, this will not be our waterloo." The brain's body (?), started to unfold and expand. Leaving the group of heroes in shock and on their toes as threatening arms grew out the sides and above his lid, "Au revoir, mes amis."

"Get down!" Wally yelled, Kate falling in closer to her teammates eyes on alert as she controlled her breathing. Artemis doing the same, bow drawn, boxing the young blonde in between her taller frame and Robin. Kate was prepared for the worst when everything went dark. It was a tense moment where all that could be heard was breathing and the shifting of feet.

When supplemental light came back up in the space and The brain and Mallah were gone Kate cursed. Her body relaxing from its tense state, the others doing the same as it settled over them what just happened.

"Wait, that big weapon thing..." Wally trailed off, standing to his full height, no longer ready to run at a moment's notice, "... Was a light switch?"

~~*~~

Kate stood with Kaldur, Robin, Captain Marvel and the tiger from before, keeping her distance from the animal as the last of the collars were broken. After the Captain made the animal more or less promise to maintain the peace and look after the other animals on the island Kate had hoped that was that and they could go home. No more monkey business for them.

But then the tiger prowled over to her, Kate holding out her hands as she started to back up, stumbling back onto the Bioship's lowered bridge.

"O-okay, close enough- good kitty- oh sh-" Kate fell, the tiger taking the opportunity to close the distance, lick her face, and then run away. Kate's face twisted into something between disgust and humor.

"Awww, he likes you! I think I'll call him Mr. Tawny." Captain Marvel cooed before coming to his decision on the tiger's new name. How the tiger – Mr. Tawny – would feel about that is another matter.

"I gotta know," Robin started, helping Kate up as he stepped onto the Bioship's entrance. Kaldur stepping on as well but being held up by Robin. Kate begrudgingly took Robin's offered hand, wiping at the tiger saliva on her face. Fighting off the urge to gag as she did so. "Why did you keep the mole intel a secret, and did you know?" Robin asked, both Kaldur and Kate.

The rest of the team joined them at the bottom of the ramp, Kate looking over the group much like Kaldur did.

"The source of the tip was Sportsmaster." Kaldur dropped the bomb and Kate tensed up as soon as Artemis reacted.

"What? You can't trust him!"

"I do not. It seemed possible, even likely that he was attempting to divide the team with false information." Kaldur answered, finally having the truth out in the open.

"I found out when you guys did." Kate shrugged in answer to the part of the question directed at her.

"Okay," Robin nodded, masked eyes meeting, his hand squeezing hers. Kate only realizing them that they were still connected and pulling away. Clearing her throat and crossing her arms over her stomach. "Given how this mission went, he nearly succeeded." Robin turned to Kaldur once again, swallowing thickly before continuing, "But you had to consider it might be true."

"Yes. As leader, I did. In which case I did not wish to alert the traitor."

"I hate to say it... But, makes sense." Robin sighed, a smirk pulling at his lips at the air cleared. Kaldur did not feel the same sense of relief, his spine straighter than a metal pole, shoulders set in a straight line. His face controlled and not giving away his nerves, but they were there.

"I am still prepared to step down." Kaldur put forward, willing to do what the team wanted.

Kate looked to the rest of the team, sharing a grin with Wally as the red head cleared his throat, "All in favor of keeping Aqualad as leader?"

Kate raised her hand right after with the rest of the team. An easy smile on her face as Aqualad nodded, accepting the continued burden. With that Captain Marvel flew off, to Kaldur's dismay. Kate heading inside the Bioship, laughing at Wally's critique of Conner's name for his new pet wolf. Wolf.

"Okay Wallace." Kate scoffed, the red head complaining, acting as if she had mortally wounded him. The others joining in, laughter filling the space as they flew home.

Just as it was supposed to be.

~~*~~

[adenei]

Ahhh i’m in love with your entire page!!! Could we maybe see Hermione discovering Ron’s baby pictures? I think that would be so cute!

Hi anon! Thank you so much! So I combined this one with another prompt in my ask box (Molly catching Ron & Hermione in a heated snogging session). Hope you enjoy! Thanks for the ask

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(Un)Welcome Interruptions

Hermione had chosen to stay in while Harry, Ron and Ginny went out for a fly. She’d made herself cozy on Ron’s bed, settling into a historical fiction book she’d checked out of the local library in Ottery St. Catchpole. She was still staying with the Weasley’s while her parents worked on packing up their life in Australia and prepared to move back home at the beginning of August.

As she was reading, the door opened and Ron walked in, “Hey,” he said as he shut the door behind him and walked over to join her on the bed.

“I thought you were going for a fly..?” Hermione asked him.

“I did, but then I decided I’d rather be with you, unless...did you want to be alone?” Ron waited for her response.

Hermione shut her book and moved over to make room for him. “Not at all! I’m glad you came back. We barely get much alone time,” she said as she smiled.

“I think Ginny was thinking the same thing when she told me to shove off after a few laps. Not that I want to think about them…” Ron trailed off as he made a disgusted look on his face. 

“Then don’t,” Hermione said as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him gently over her. 

Ron wasted no time letting his lips meet hers. He still had a hard time believing he could do this whenever he wanted. Well, mostly whenever he wanted. Everytime they snogged, they fell into an easy rhythm, and it just felt like they fit together. With Lavender, it was always a struggle to know what she wanted and when she wanted it. But with Hermione, he just knew by the way she’d sink into him, or pull him closer, or with the little whimpers that her voice would make as he deepened the kiss.

One of those instances was right now. He heard her almost purr into him, and he opened his mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to graze her bottom lip before he gently pushed it into her mouth. Hermione tilted her head back, letting him in eagerly, and meeting his with her own. Their tongues danced as he felt Hermione’s hands slide under his shirt and up his back. He felt himself harden and pushed gently into her leg so she could feel what she was doing to him. 

Ron used his one arm to prop himself up so he wouldn’t crush her delicate form, while the other hand moved up her torso and settled on her breast. He reluctantly moved his mouth away from hers and made his way down to her neck, stopping to nibble on her ear lobe and continuing on until he found the tender spot just above her shoulder he knew she liked. Hermione’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she let out a soft moan.

Neither of them were aware that the door had opened until they heard Mrs. Weasley say, “Hermione, I found something I thought you might want to- OH DEAR HEAVENS!” as Ron and Hermione jumped apart faster than you could say magic. 

“Honestly, you two! At least have the sense to silence or lock the door! Not that you two should be doing that anyways, you’re far too young! Only eighteen!” Mrs. Weasley was not ashamed in the slightest as she was scolding them for their carelessness.

Well at least all our clothes were on, was the only thing Ron could think of as he righted himself. Why couldn’t she have walked in on Harry and Ginny?

Mrs. Weasley continued to drone on. “Yes, there will be none of that under my roof. Not until you’re married at least. If Bill and Fleur can follow the rules…” she clucked her tongue at them. Yeah, right, Ron thought.

“Speaking of, Hermione I thought you might like to look through this.” She handed her the book. “This door stays open!” Without another word, Mrs. Weasley took off down the stairs leaving them alone again, but with the mystery book.

“What is it?” Hermione asked as she flipped it over. It looked old and well worn, and handmade too, almost like a-

“Oh, no Hermione you can’t look at those!” Ron said as he made to grab for the book.

She swiftly moved it out of his way. “And why not?”

“Because it’s my baby book. You don’t really want to see baby pictures, do you?”

“Are you being serious right now? Of course I do!” Hermione said as she laughed.

“No!” Ron was still attempting to grab at the book.

“I don’t think so! You can either let me look at them here with you, or I’ll go down to Ginny’s room and admire your cute baby bottom in private,” she said as she gave him a wicked grin.

“You’re awful, y’know that?”

“Oh, but you love it,” she teased.

“I do,” Ron admitted.

“So, what’ll it be?”

“Fine, but only if I get to see yours when your parents return,” he bargained.

Hermione hadn’t really thought about that implication, but reluctantly agreed regardless. She began combing carefully through the pages, reading the captions that went along with each photograph. “Wow, you were long even out of the womb, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess I was,” Ron shrugged. “I didn���t realize Mum had all of these. Not sure when she had the time to make the book with four of us being five and under running around the house like terrors.”

“I’m sure if she didn’t make it when you were a baby, she kept the photos and was able to get to it when it was a bit quieter around here. It’s got everything here, too!” Hermione noticed.

She was right, everything from monthly pictures, to his first solid food, crawling, first steps, the infamous bathtub photo every parent managed to get, and his first words were even written down. 

“Well, I guess there’s nothing too embarrassing in there,” Ron said as he watched the baby pictures slowly morph into him as a toddler, then to a young boy. The most well worn picture of them all was the one of Ron and his dad at the Chudley Cannons game.

“You were such a cute baby,” Hermione gushed.

“Yeah, not really sure what happened,” Ron let out a chuckle at his own poorly made joke.

“You turned into a handsome adult, that’s what,” Hermione smiled lovingly at him. “I hope our kids are this cute,” she continued without thinking. When she realized what she’d said, she tried to backtrack as her face felt like it was on fire. “Oh! I didn’t mean- Not that I-”

Hermione didn’t realize that Ron’s initial shock had turned into a shy grin at Hermione’s flusteredness, “I hope so, too,” he told her.

“Really?” she said, her mouth forming that cute little surprised face he loved so much. 

“Well, yeah, ‘s long as you want them, too,” he said, taking the book from her and closing it before placing it gently on the floor. 

“I do eventually, I think, yes,” Hermione was still flustered, not expecting to have that conversation right now. 

Ron leaned in and kissed her tenderly, “Now, where were we?” 

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A record of my poor taste

Izuku Couple Ranking

1. TodoDeku - Narrative foils! He’ll listen to him and respects his strategy's, doesn’t just dismiss them as ramblings. Deku would give Shoto unrequited love from the GET GO like he DESERVES! Team daddy issues.

2. Bakugo/Izuku/Kiri - Look Kiri and Bakugo are end game and Kiri is just really sweet and I think he could really balance them and make the whole situation happier and healthier and I think he’d like how open Deku is with his feelings.

3. Todoroki/Deku/Bakugo - THE power couple. They’d be A LOT though.

4. Bakudeku - Enemies to friends to lovers is just a jam tbh. It has to go this way not just enemies to lovers because otherwise I feel like it would be too unhealthy. Enemies to lovers is fun because theirs mutual feelings and banter but Deku is putting too much work into this friendship and Bakugo is resisting too hard to make skipping the friendship step healthy. I feel like he’d be good at making Deku look after himself and get out of spirals. Also, to project onto a fictional character for a second, I feel like Deku gets into anxiety spirals where he is trapped in his own brain for so long thinking about a problem that his logic gets worse but he gets more and more sure that it’s the only option. And Bukugo would just come in like no Deku how the fuck did you think that was a good idea you missed the obvious good answer 10 minutes ago. He’d be a good common sense balance and Deku would soften him up. 

5. Shinso/Izuku - I feel like they both would just love and support each other so much and respect how hard they’re both trying to become heroes. They’d listen to each other. Also I love AUs where Deku remains quirkless and gets into the support course and just them being classmates and ROOMATES!!!!

6. Shoto/Uraraka/Izuku - Shoto deserves to double the cinnamon roles in his life. I feel like the three of them would cancel out any weird vibes. I think Shoto would really enjoy spoiling them and they’d be really protective of him and ready to fight his dad at any opportunity.

Ida/Uraraka/Izuku - It’s just SO soft!

7. Uraraka/Izuku - Cinnamon roles! However, women are already written so poorly in MHA that I find their whole “I talked to a boy” “I just touched a girl” five year old shit half the time more irritating than cute. Like I enjoy narrative contrast, it can be really funny and cute and grounding but to go from “I just broke all the bones in my body” to this is just too jarring for me. They’re so similar that they kind of give me sibling vibes honestly. 

Bakugo Couple Ranking

1. Him and Kirri. It’s always them. Like look at the Seamstress on tiktok and she has such amazing head-cannons about them. About Bakugo respecting Kirri’s worth and improving his self esteem like no one else could. About how Bakugo feels so comfortable and completed by Kirri in so many ways, like just Kirri doing the talking in interviews. Also they would be SO ride or die for each other. Two manly men just being icons in love. 

2.  Bakugo/Izuku/Kiri

3. Todoroki/Bakugo/Kiri. Again B and K are ENDGAME. But I think just these two people who are so full of life and passion could be a really neat fit with Shoto! Also their hair together is SO cute, how one’s cherry, one’s blonde and he’s the candy cane in-between. 

4. Todoroki/Deku/Bakugo

Uraraka Couple Ranking

1. Her and Tsuyu! Pink and Green look super good together, they’re close to being contrasting colours. They’re smart, sweet and way more dangerous than they look. They’d be the most adorable power couple. 

2.  Shoto/Uraraka/Izuku

3.  Uraraka/Izuku

Momo Couple Ranking

1.Itsuka/Momo - They’re both confident women who deserve great things. I feel like Itsuka would be a very precious, protective girlfriend and Momo would defiantly spoil her any chance she got. They’d be so competent that it would be legendary.

2. Jiro/Momo. Okay to be honest I prefer them as besties but the art slaps and they would be cute. Love some prep/punk vibes.

3. Shoto/Momo: Again I feel like they would be WAY better as just friends. Especially as the men overshadow the women so much in the show that I just feel like the women deserve better than being a man’s love interest, let them just support each other. But they would be cute. Also two rich people together... ew. Eat the rich. Which is also why they kind of give off the feeling like they’re people who would say that the other is “like a brother/sister to me.” Also I feel like them together would make their parents too happy. 

Denki couple ranking

1. Denki/Shinso - I’m still not over the “No loud blondes” jokes I think they’re adorable and there's so much potential there. Also just this ray of sunshine believing in Shinso when so few have with his whole heart is PRECIOUS! I feel like they’d be really supportive of each other. And I feel like they both have very noticeable disabilities, depression and ADHD, and I feel like neither would be daunted just accepting of each other entirely. 

I like Denki just being the biggest Jiro simp better than them getting together, except...

2. Jiro/Denki/Shinso - It would be CUTE! They’d get along so well. I just love the vibes idk. Plus Denki needs all of the adult supervision he can get.

3. Deku/Denki/Shinso - Again just some good cute vibes here. I feel like after Deku has struggled so long with being quirkless he would be really supportive and encouraging with Denki getting help with learning disabilities and would be always happy to help him study. They would all be so supportive. 

Nebulous Head-cannons

Aizawa and Mic are either best friends or a long time married couple. I’m happy either way as long as they’re just each others favourite person and live together.

Grand Torino and Recovery Girl would be the cutest old couple. They’d enjoy messing with people and getting up to mischief together I think.

I’m kind of fond of Tsuyu x Sero. 

All Might’s got it going on with Izuku’s Mom

I like the idea that Kirishima is trans and gay. 

Denki, Shinsou, Midoryia, Jiro and Tsuyu are all non-binary.

I like Mina either dating around outside of school or falling for Ida. Love some nerd x cool kid vibes. 

I don’t know if I ship him with these guys but at the very least I feel like  Tokoyami has written some angsty love poetry about Aoyama and Shoji.

On a purely platonic note. Shinsou is Aizawa’s favourite student (and son) and Denki and Uraraka are Mic’s.

Aizawa has chronic fatigue and depression.

Mic, Bakugo, Mina and Denki have ADHD

Izuku has anxiety and is a bit on the ace spectrum and he’s pan. 

Denki is for sure bi.