#hes probably the most gifted ironically haha

[baylardian-1]

lil horse deity siblings!

Celestia and Luna and their brother who was conceptualized to be named Cosmos but imma call him Atlas :3 While his sisters control the sun and the moon respectively, Atlas controls the planet in its constant rotation. Unlike Luna and Celestia, Atlas prefers to remain out of the spotlight and doesnt care for politics, so he wanders the world pretty aimlessly. he's a daydreamer and while he plays crucially important role, he's ambitionless and carefree.

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Showing whb characters animated movies

You were in Paradise Lost because you ~acidently~ burned your hand and needed to be seen by your boyfriend Gamigin. Why you were there you asked him to watch a movie from the human world with you to pass the time. You and Gamigin had to put your collective knowledge together to figure out how to connect the phone to the old ass TV they have in Paradise Lost (those small shitty TVs they have in hospitals)

When you put on "How to train your dragon", Gamigin has his mouth wide open looking at the screen. He adores the movie and makes you both reenact his favourite scenes of Hiccup and Toothless. He would become so autistic about the whole franchise and you won't hear the end of it. Marbas and Buer probably give you the cold sholder for making Gamigin "more annoying than he already was" as they put it.

It becomes tradition between you two to watch the trilogy at least once a week (though he always tells you how much better the shows were). Bonus: He has Romantic Flight as his ringtone for you.

Watching Shrek with Beelzebub was an experience. He once shot you a message asking what the most influential film in the human world was and you said Shrek, parly ironically. Next thing you know, you're in one of the countries in Hell watching Shrek with Beelzebub. You two were laughing through the whole thing, partly because of the movie, partly because of your comments about it. He probably starts imitating Shrek's accent in the worst scenarios possible. Once yelled at an angel "Stay out of my swamp!" even though he was on the streets of Tartaros (Mammon at least found it funny).

After you beg Leviathan for 2 days, he finally caves in and watches the My Little Pony Movie with you. He would never in a million years admit that he enjoyed it, but you can still hear him humming some of the songs in it. Surprisingly, he'll let you talk about it, mostly because he likes your voice, but also because he thinks your analysis of it is interesting. Maybe if you're not a threat to Hell and you stop giving Foras headpats, he'll show you a real unicorn one day. If you call him Pricess Twilight Sparkle he'll hang you with no hesitation, though his glare is much more likely to kill you than the rope.

You were back in Paradise Lost, bored out of your mind when Morax comes to you with what you think is a smile on his face. He hands you the DVD for "Beauty and the Beast" and explains how Bathin had gifted it to him before he moved to Nifleim. He asks if you're interested in watching it together to cure your boredom (haha). It was a pleasant watch and by the end Morax was in tears. You cuddled while he just recapped the movie to you while sniffling. "A-and she still love him because h-he was beautiful on the inside".

You find out that Morax never watched a movie before because he was constantly busy, so it must have been a moving experience for him. He will 100% say that you're the beauty and he's the beast unironically because this man's irony part of the brain got surgecally removed at birth.

[corishadowfang]

Any or all!

Skuld and Mimir: 🫂 💢 🛡️ 

Skuld and Brain: 🎁 🏠 ❤️‍🩹

Skuld and Ven: 🛏️ 🎤 ⛓️ 

(For this)

Haha, two of these are pretty fitting, since I hopped on Tumblr to take a break from working on the next chapter of Fallen Stars. (Putting these under a read more because they get...kind of long.)

Skuld and Mimir

🫂 PDA — what are their opinions on public displays of affection? are they comfortable with touch, or is that a big ‘no’ in their friendship?

A lot of their public displays of affection are pretty subdued! Skuld enjoys hugs, but Mimir won't really seek them out unless they're pretty overwhelmed; Mimir's also not someone who'd really do a lot of the roughhousing Skuld might do with some of her other friends, except on rare occasions, haha. (Sometimes, they are willing to push her into the fountain or something, if only because they think it'd be funny and catch her off guard.) So for the most part, it's just like...gentle shoulder leaning or hand-holding, or just quietly hanging out next to each other.

💢Combat — for fighters, how do they work off each other to defeat a greater foe? would they have a “team attack” or tactics for attacking an enemy, or in a more realistic scenario, who would be most likely to pick a fight for the other’s honor? for pacifists, is there anything that can push them to resorting to violence?

Before The Reveal, they worked (or would've worked, since they didn't get much opportunity to fight together) really well together, balancing each other out almost instinctively. They'd probably both get a strong sense of deja vu, and slip into familiar patterns without thinking.

Directly after The Reveal, they'd ironically have trouble working with each other right away; both of them are still struggling to deal with the fact that Mimir is also the Player, and that means that they second guess themselves or feel weird about falling into familiar patterns.

After they start to figure things out, though, they kind of...find a way to work together that's unique to them. They still cover each other's weaknesses a lot, with Skuld being a much more aggressive physical fighter, and Mimir taking a kind of hit-and-run/healer strategy. It's different to what they used to do, and they spend a lot of time training to try and figure out what feels right for them. (They also definitely try and come up with team attacks, haha; it becomes a bit of a fun pastime for them.)

Of the two, Skuld's more likely to verbally challenge someone for Mimir's sake--but Mimir's more likely to just go ahead and smack them with a Keyblade, haha. (They do still have some of the Player in them, after all.)

🛡️ Guardian — does someone specific take the role of “guardian”, or do they protect each other equally? if one character is more protective of the other(s), is their protective nature appreciated or suffocating?

They tend to protect each other equally! Both are pretty capable Keyblade wielders, and neither wants to step on the other's toes. That said, they'll definitely step in to protect each other if there's something the other seems to be struggling with!

Skuld and Brain

🎁Gifts — what would they get each other as a gift?

Skuld might go the easy route and get him books, haha--not that he minds, because she has a pretty good idea of what he likes, and he'll always take new books.

Brain tends to make things rather than buy things, and a lot of them tend to combined practicality and sentimentality. He likes creating things that mean something to the person, if they're close to him, so he'd probably create something like "a star charm with a protection spell," or, "new pouch that's essentially a bag of holding but has decorations to remind you of home," or something similar. (Skuld occasionally feels bad that her gifts aren't quite as personalized, but Brain generally dissuades her of that pretty quickly, haha.)

🏠 Housemates — how would these characters be as housemates? if they’re already roommates, what does their life look like together? if not, would they want to live together, or would that be pushing things too far?

Haha, they tend to bicker a lot, but they do enjoy/would enjoy living together, depending on what sort of timeline we're talking about. Provided they're given enough time and space away from The Plot, they'd probably settle into an easier sort of rhythm...albeit one where they'd still mess with each other a lot, haha.

❤️‍🩹Healing — when one of them is hurt or suffering, what little things does the other do to help them heal (physically, emotionally, etc)?

Both of them tend to immediately check in and see what's wrong if the other seems off. They don't always actually talk about it, but it's the thought that counts.

Brain tends to be someone who makes things for his friends to try and like...either fix the problem or at least take their mind off things. Gifts are definitely his major love language, haha.

Skuld usually tries to find ways to make whatever Brain's dealing with a little easier. Usually, that means asking him if she can help with projects, which he's often grateful for.

Skuld and Ven

🎤 Karaoke — what’s their go-to karaoke songs, for when they’re taking turns singing and what duet do they choose when they’re singing together?

Haha, with Ven, I have to go with a Jesse McCartney song, and the one that feels most fitting is the cover of "I'll Try." Skuld...I'm not entirely sure. I think if she was going to sing Karaoke, it'd be something more energetic? But I don't know if I have a good song in mind. (I, uh...also don't know for sure what they'd do as a duet, though they give me strong Disney song vibes, haha.)

🛏️ Sleep — what sleeping habits do they have? how would they comfort the other(s) after a nightmare? would they share a bed or cuddle together, or does that cross a boundary?

The "nightmare" thing actually segues pretty well into the "share a bed or cuddle" thing, because...that's basically what happens! If Ven has a nightmare, he'll usually seek out one or more of the other Union Leaders, who'll either drag the rest of the Union Leaders into one big cuddle pile, or offer to share a bed with him for the night. Skuld tends to tell him stories until he falls asleep.

Skuld's a lot more reluctant to go to Ven in turn, though, just because she worries about putting too much of a burden on him. Ven gets pretty good at picking up when she's upset, though, and tries to do the same thing for her that she'd do for him.

When they get older, things change a bit. I imagine after they meet again in canon (uh. hopefully), they're both...dealing with A Lot. Skuld has a bit more trouble opening up to people, even if she wants to talk to Ven; Ven doesn't have the same problem, but he is aware that he doesn't know this version of Skuld. Skuld has a lot of nightmares, and I like the headcanon that Ven doesn't really like to sleep after everything that happened to him, and I think that leads to a lot of them just...spending quiet moments up together. It's comforting for both of them, since neither expects anything of the other, and they can just...be with someone who cares. (If they get tired enough, they probably end up falling asleep against each other, and I like to imagine that eventually, they get comfortable enough around each other again that that becomes more common as things go on.)

⛓️ Chains — how do they respond to learning about each other’s trauma, or what holds them back?

In the UX days, if Skuld had known about what had happened with Strelitzia beforehand, she would've been...distressed. If she didn't know that Darkness was involved, she'd probably be disbelieving, because she just...doesn't believe Ven would do something like that. If she did know about Darkness, she'd absolutely be ready to hunt it down and give it a peace of her mind. Regardless of which, though, she'd want to comfort Ven, even if she might not know how to proceed.

If Ven had learned about some of the traumatic stuff Skuld had gone through (i.e. the Keyblade War), he'd...probably feel a little overwhelmed, but his first instinct is to comfort his friend, so...that's what he's going to do! He might not know what to say, but he can still hug them or try to be a listening ear.

In the present, Skuld would be furious to know what Xehanort did to Ven, and it'd hurt a lot to know just how much he'd been through. (While she'd definitely be tempted to go after Xehanort if he was still alive, she also might find herself struggling with it, since, uh...she has her own trauma regarding him.) Because of everything she's been through, she finds it harder to figure out how to comfort him, but she still desperately wants to.

Ven would also be a lot less hesitant in the present. Given his own experiences, he has a much better understanding of the type of traumatic shit people go through, and how it can change a person. He gets it, and he can guess a lot of what Skuld's feeling about the situation...pretty accurately. That's not to say he's not mad at Xehanort too, though, and both of them probably vent about him as a bonding activity. I like to imagine at this point that Skuld's a lot less likely to see Ven as "kid brother that should be protected" and more as an equal, which makes it easier for both her and Ven to be honest with each other about what they've been through and how they feel, which...they can't always do with the others, to varying degrees. (Though it's definitely getting better for both of them!) It means they end up being pretty good support systems for each other, once they get past the initial awkwardness of, "I knew you once and now I have to relearn who you are" thing.

[iantimony]

didn't poast last week so this is a two-week extravaganza post! con: got roped into DMing dnd pro: none of these fools have read mdzs so i can steal plots from there. hope the party is ready to be lead on a quest by a disembodied arm!

listening: oh shit SO many things. i will not be linking to all of them.

depeche mode: basically just their top songs on spotify, not any specific album. strong shoutout to 'shake the disease' and 'wrong' (which featured in my secret samol post!)

disturbed: ditto

franz ferdinand: albums 'hits to the head' and 'tonight'. throwbacks

phoenix: 'wolfgang amadeus phoenix' ditto throwback

inxs: 'x' DITTO throwback. doesn't hit the same as when i first listened to em years ago unfortunately

streetlight manifesto: album 'somewhere in the between'

boy and bear: 'harlequin dream'

sammy rae: 'let's throw a party', 'the good life', and their 'everybody wants to rule the world' cover

hozier: 'wasteland baby' and 'unreal unearth'

paramore: album 'this is why'

grizzly bear: 'veckatimiest' and 'painted ruins'

haken: their newest album 'fauna' because i'm thinking about whether or not to go to one of their shows in feb (leaning towards yes right now)

my SO's pinecore playlist

shosty symphony no 5 (<3)

and, finally, a lot of borodin symphony no. 1 in e flat and the last two movements of rimsky-korsakov golden cockerel because that's what the youth orchestra i'm volunteering with is playing right now haha

for podcasts, i've listened to the new counter/weight prequel eps! i'm so charmed to see these characters again. i still haven't finished millenium break holiday special because i lost my spot when a bunch of an episode played without sound by accident so i finally went and scrubbed back to the beginning of the episode (it's the second to last part) so by next week i will FINALLY be out of holiday special zone.

reading: finished rereading tgcf lol,,, in loving memory of square checkbox: apparently apple is switching to circle ones? hateful wikipedia page for kessler syndrome my friend @celestialtourguide sent me a dm to ask about a few of the characters in this manuscript and i was immediately charmed by it. it's so pretty, i loved the informational blurbs, just really cool stuff. it was already on waybackmachine but i've gone ahead and updated it.

watching: kurtis conner looksmaxxing. weird little subculture peek. rewatched sideways' why the music in cats 2019 is worse than you thought because my roommate was interested. this led us to the same channel's why avatar has the most ironic soundtrack of all time because roommate misread ironic as iconic and she really likes that movie. no accounting for taste, but aight. much more interesting than i thought it would be. that video then lead us to tony hinnigan's woodwind demos because hell fuckin yes. big-ass panpipes.

i've been keeping up on dunmeshi anime in little watch sessions with my SO, and also am working through kill la kill with him! i've seen it before but he has not so i'm really enjoying that.

playing: fallow.

making: i managed to finish my secret samol gift in time for reveal day!!! comics are fuckin hard dude!!!! i don't know if i'll be doing it again but it was a fun challenge. i decided to use a New App for some reason instead of procreate because procreate has not been hitting right and i wanted comic half tone brushes for this project. app is called sketchbook, it's an orange icon with a pencil on it. shrug! it's fine! i'll probably keep using it for a bit. started working on an english paper piecing project! soliciting tips for that because right now my method is: cut out hexagon using pattern piece i made to be 1/4 in larger all around than the template, gluestick template onto hexagon, baste edges down neatly, whip-stitch right sides together. remove template once all six sides have something attached. i'm sure there's a better way to streamline this process, i'll have to experiment. this will end up as a dice bag i think.

finally, pottery starts again this week! so next week will have some of that in here

eating: ah beans i did not do a good job keeping track of this. uh. made the ground pork & cabbage thing again because my roommate got SO much napa cabbage for making kimchi and we had a shitload left over. napa cabbage isn't as good as a more standard cabbage for this imo, standard cabbage tends to be a little sweeter i think once it's cooked in? idk. had some stage 5 mental illness moments last week trying to cook dinner on a very short time scale with lots of other shit to do, following a recipe because fucking of course my roommate wanted me to cook with a recipe that night. anyways.

misc: like said at the top, somehow i managed to sign up for Another Activity god damn it. so now every saturday evening i run dnd. tl;dr i'm in a group irl that meets biweekly, someone who i give a lift to for that was complaining in the car that their other online group's dm ragequit after his encounter wasn't well-balanced (skill issue) and before thinking about it i just was like oh well i could probably step in if you need! god damn ittttt lol i have missed dming so it should be fun. i vibe checked them for a session 0 last week and they seem chill and honestly shouldn't be too much work on my end, especially if i yoink plots from mdzs ha ha ha. other than that, all is basically well. i've settled back into a schedule, applied for some summer positions (!), and absolutely hate the amount of busy work in one of my two classes. yippee

[imthediamondintherough]

@0lympian-c0uncil

Lore Chthonic Order

Character stuffs!

(Sorry for the ping if it shocked you)

Tartarus relationships

Tartarus has a mostly ok relationship with many other Greek deities... By this I mean most of them fear him or at least have a verifiable wariness of him. (Understandable he is a primordial)

I can't reveal all his relationships but I can tell you the important ones.

As far as things go with his son... Anthony, They are improving. Sometimes they may act like siblings rather than father and son but at least they don't go out of their way to cause problems.

*Zeus, the notepad use it.*

Terrified of Demeter "a little bit". And by default her Daughter.

Respects Hera for tolerating Zeus. Sometimes teams up with Ares to yell at Zeus about his affairs...

Zeus is wisely and uncharacteristically quiet and behaves well for a few decades. Then does his own thing... This cycle repeats.

Everyone will probably hate me for this but Tartarus relationship with Gaea is a bit strained.

Initially Tartarus loved her (and he probably still does) but she more or less had a affinity for Ouranos. Not wrong. earth loved the sky; Tartarus probably thought it was ironic at best (don't hate him. he doesn't know what soap operas are and to be fair at that time they didn't exist..) He respected Gaea's decision and contemplated sending a gift and then sort of moved on.

He tried at least.

Flash forward some years a few of Gaea's children are thrown down. Ok Tartarus really didn't like the new complaining voices but he couldn't be bothered to get rid of them. He let Nyx make some new friends-- anything to get them to stop whining about how things weren't great with Ouranos.

Tartarus didn't give any fucks about what was happening above ground. And for a little while was out of the loop of info so he was understandably confused when gaea (haha former crush) came sobbing to him about how her grandchildren had been disrespectful! killing their own father and whatnot and how she just wanted her family to be happy but they couldn't stay peaceful to save their lives. So she'd start from scratch. But she really wanted his help. Yeah Tartarus actually fell for it and agreed.

It was good. It was fine. at first.

Gaea's last relationship didn't go well so it's understandable she'd keep her new partner at arms length. Tartarus could understand that. Tartarus was extremely patient with Gaea but her behavior drastically altered when she realized her exact position in Tartarus's mind.

If you're confused think Morticia and Gomez from the Addams family. But morticia is more manipulative (in subtle ways)

At some point it occurred to her that Tartarus had assimilated Kronos her son. Well she figured Tartarus couldn't be too bright given his location and his seemingly despondent disposition; this meant he could be fairly simple to seduce. Gaea is almost successful. Yes they have kids together but she didn't get any of the pieces of Kronos from Tartarus. Mostly because Tartarus's apathy interfered and he couldn't be bothered to play search and find

After Typhoon was sired Gaea decided the relationship was over since even she hadn't gotten what she wanted she did still get something to her advantage. Tartarus immediately fell into a depression from heartbreak and didn't recover for a few centuries. Rhea spent a lot of her time trying to get him to snap out of it. That was probably the best since her own children didn't appear to need her...

Although Gaea seperated, (since she felt it was time to explore her existence without a male) she did appreciate and thank Tartarus's kindness. Tartarus being classified as gloomy and depressing lived up to that description by making his apathy more obvious. On occasion more damned souls were carted there for imprisonment and Tartarus could care less.

At some point thirty years prior the start of the story he decided to learn why humans were so interesting to the other deities.

Yeah I know it's not accurate to the myth but I'm really imaginative and kinda self centered and it's mythology! Should be fine.

If there is a goddess or deity you wish to know about, I'm pretty sure my ask box is still open.

Any complaints let me know and I'll do my best not to be a dick about it and fix it.

Happy New Year's

[naha-division]

Time was ticking as a certain karate assistant teacher’s birthday was coming to a close.

A package landed on the front steps of Ryūnosuke Sekiguchi’s home. There was no telling what it was, save for his information printed on a sticker that was plastered to the side of the package. Somewhat surprised upon receiving yet another gift, he brought it inside.

Inside was a desktop lightbox with intricate artwork carved into it.

Nesting alongside the lightbox was a small poster card. Short messages and autographs filled the poster card, but smack in the center of the card was a longer message, written in incredibly neat handwriting.

“Hey there, my fellow fighter!

I mean, kind of? You do martial arts, I do kickboxing… not the same but whatever. You’ve been an entertaining one on my trips to Naha, and! I was told it was your birthday today! Thought I’d send something, but I wasn’t really sure what kind of stuff you’d like… hope this will do! Enjoy becoming one year older, dude!

— Reiaki Suzubayashi from Minato Division

P.S: heard you’re a fan of hero movies! Well you’re in luck! I worked on set for some of those hero movies, so I got the cast members to sign their autographs here just for you!”

He opens the box and found it was a desktop lightbox and a post card beside it. He read the post card that was written by Reiaki from Minato and decided to test it. He takes out the lightbox, looking around it to see a in a different angle for a good view but most importantly trying to figure it out on how to use it. After he watch some tutorial videos and the only thing he can simply do was fetching a flashlight he could find in the toolbox at the storage room then place a flashlight our behind the carvings of Avengers to start to light up.

He tries to experiment by turning of the lights in his room and as he saw it, his eyes sparkled of how really awesome it looks right infront of him. The Avengers that he used to love since he was a kid felt like a nostalgia and probably he is still a big fan of Marvels even as an adult. He thought he can definitely use it as night light or maybe a display for his bedroom but either way he really loves the gift!

“Woah……this looks sick! there’s Iron Man, Hulk, Spider-man, Black Widow, my favorite two Wolverine & Black Panther, and every single heroes are in it! Haha! I can imagine Kyō would be pretty jealous have this cool lightbox of Avengers as my gift Hahaha!” He happily laughs and grateful for another gift that he never expect to get

Also he did remembered something along the way in the card about the autograph thing? so he checks the card again reading at the end of paragraph and it DID confirmed “wait…so she was able to get the casts to sign autographs just for my birthday sake?” he paused for a moment to process

“wow……I don’t know what to say about but all I know that was very thoughtful of her to go much length to give me their autographs. Damn…you almost got me there, Reiaki. I mean…she doesn’t have to do that for me but since it’s my birthday, I can let myself have this autograph for myself”

Regardless, he will very much use & cherish this lightbox gift for the rest of his life. He thought about wanting to thank her for the gift if ever he gets the time to visit Reiaki’s place in person.

“Hey…from what she said that she can do kickboxing huh? hmm……I’m wondering if she has time to have friendly brawl with me. Heh! as a assistant master, I kinda want to see how well she can use those boxing skills or even her kicks. This will be fun for both of us” he grins proudly of imaginimg which of both fighters will be K.O’d at the end

[chasmbreach]

I am still on that Underverse analysis high SOOOOOO

This time, it’s the soundtrack. It’s more so just going over the soundtrack and connecting the (pretty obvious) dots between song titles and animation, not much of actual “analyzing” because there’s not much to analyze. But ho BOY the names for each OST reflects what is happening in the animation WELL. Nyx did a phenomenal job with these and I can’t give him enough credit for this.

Uncertainty starts us off with the crew at the city and, indeed, uncertain of the situation and how they should approach. Undyne decides to follow along the human military, but everything is unknown. They don’t know what they are facing.

Wicked Extravaganza and Overdrive are reflective of xMuffet’s and xMettaton’s themes (Insurrect and Guardian Automata). They use similar sounding instruments, so you KNOW who the main character on screen is. Love that.

A Cure for Amnesia plays during xGaster confrontation with Frisk, and Overwriting all the monsters to recover memories from different timelines. Amnesia is where you constantly lose memory, so xGaster recovering all of those memories by force. Ironic how cure is being used here as a positive word in a conflicting situation.

Breaking Point features Frisk running from their consequences and afraid to face them, while xChara’s calls xGaster out, telling him that he’s gone too far with pressuring Frisk to abide to him. Also, you can hear xChara’s leitmotif during his scenes (Overwrite).

Remembrance is a flashback to when Ink first started talking with xGaster, explaining how his vials work (which does set up the how Fresh possess him during that fight). Ink comments in his destroyed doodlesphere that “We’ve come so far that none of this seems real, or feels real.” Everything seems so long ago yet it feels like it happened just yesterday, doesn’t it. Remember how the plan began from simple beginnings? And look where we are now.

I’m not really going to comment on Mismatch and Sweet Sweet Swagger mainly because those are character themes and not episode related. So uhhh there aren’t really dots to connect here to the animation.

Subliminal Gift is an interesting song. Yes the title reflect what is happening, Fresh asking Ink about the gift that isn’t at all useful to him, but the sound design makes me MMMMM. It’s very subtle, but the background music uses similar instruments to (the beginning of) Brushwork and the main theme uses a synth, which does reference early 90s synth computer sound, and also his character theme (Sweet Sweet Swagger).

Now, Prologue is the one that has me stumped. I am genuinely confused by this name and what it could imply, and also the main reason for writing this mini analysis. Why is Prologue the title of the end of 0.7? There are probably a few ways to interpret this, and what I’m going to write is my own thoughts and rambles, but I don't know how accurate it could be.

My best cohesive thought process was that this episode, but more specifically the entire confrontation between Ink Fresh and Error, also serves as a prologue to Phase 3, as mentioned by Ink himself during 0.5, although it also seems a bit on a nose. But that could also just be it. A prologue to Phase 3. It seems the most probable to me and makes the most sense. Core even speaks in a way that made it seems like this is next new mark in this story (and Ink outfit change as well :D)

I would love to see other interpretations and thoughts about Prologue, or if I nailed it on the dot. I wonder tho haha.

[bssaz97]

How does Jupiter react to see his little brother, Neptune dating Weiss for the first time meeting him?

Jupiter: So Neptune, when am I going to be meeting your “new” girlfriend? And please tell me that you actually got a real girlfriend this time.

Neptune: Har, har, you’re very funny bro. Weiss said she would be arriving soon, you know how busy a Schnee can be.

Jupiter: Oh right, the heiress to the most famous family on all of Remnant is your girlfriend. I nearly forgot, heheh.

Neptune: You still don’t believe I’m dating Weiss Schnee, do you?

Jupiter: I believe that you’re dating a girl who looks like Weiss Schnee, but I don’t see why saying her name a million times is supposed to impress me.

Neptune: What? Impress you? I’m not trying to impress anyone bro, I just thought it would be nice for you to meet my first girlfriend-! Ah-! I mean, the first girlfriend that I’ve been going steady on. Okay, that sounds even worse….

Jupiter: *laughs* Kiddo, what have I told about trying to act like you’re such a “cool guy”? You’re better off trying to act like yourself. That’s probably why you’ve been able to keep this one around.

Neptune: Actually we had broken up before, but we’re back together now! With hopes of lasting more than a week.

Jupiter: Monty, bro… no wonder you’ve been on edge, you need to relax, you’re as agitated like the ocean.

Neptune: Maybe you’re right. I just want things to work out this time.

Jupiter: Well, if you’re honest with yourself, and with her, than you should be fine. *smirks* And probably try not to flirt with every skirt you see.

Neptune: Gee, that’s ironic coming from you.

Jupiter: As your big bro, “do as I say, not as I do.”

Neptune: Riiight. *sees a familiar bullhead* That’s her! She’s here!

*From the bullhead descends a petite, but dignified young huntress with a white snow hair, and eyes as blue as ice. The girl’s face smiles as she met eyes with the young blue haired huntsman*

Weiss: Apologies for the delay, Ruby had chosen a easy mission taking out silverfish but then it turned into a hard mission when the Grimm started to combine into a giant silverfish.

Neptune: That’s okay, I’m just glad you’re here. *presents a gift* I got you flowers.

Weiss: Aw, how sweet.

*She smells them and looks towards the older huntsman standing besides them*

Weiss: Oh! You must be Neptune’s brother, It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.

Jupiter: …Holy crap, you really are dating Weiss Schnee.

Neptune: Yes I am!

*Neptune attempts to gloat but gets his ear pulls from Weiss who wore a frown on her face*

Neptune: Atatatata! Weiss!

Weiss: You didn’t tell me you were bringing family, I would’ve dressed for the occasion!

Neptune: It was supposed to be a surprise for both of you, I didn’t think you would mind.

Weiss: Of course I mind! I’m in worn battle gear this is hardly the proper attire for meeting on e of your relatives.

Neptune: I’m sorry Weiss, I’ll give you a heads up next time. But if it helps, you still look very beautiful.

Weiss: Well… It does help… a bit. But I’m still upset with you.

Neptune: I promise to make it up to you… just please let go of my ear.

*Jupiter who had been watching the whole exchange was stunned without words, but once it had ended his face contorted into a held back expression until he could hold it no more*

Jupiter: Ahahahahaha!

Weiss/Neptune: Huh?

Jupiter: I’m sorry, it’s just, this is not at all what I was expecting for this day to turn out! Haha. But man, I’m so glad to be wrong, you two are really a funny couple. *sighs* Goad to know my bro finally has a girl who can keep him in check.

Neptune: Hey! I don’t-

Weiss: *glares*

Neptune: Er, I mean, maybe a little.

Jupiter: Hehe, it’s nice to meet you too, Weiss Schnee. Man, mom will freak at this.

Weiss: Your mother? Hi old on, I’m not ready yet. I need a new wardrobe!!!

~Fin~

A/N: Hope this is to your liking, apologies for the long wait. I’m going to try to work more in my ask box since it’s been a minute.

[gamerbearmira]

New Au Idea: post movie, the triplets and husbands are turned back into children and no adult memories. The third generation and Alma have to take care of them. I see this as a way for Alma to give her children a good childhood. Bonus if Pepa likes Camilo the most (he is a mommy's boy) and Bruno likes Mirabel the most ( she understands him and the visions).

OK BUT. IMAGINE.

Alma's heart would break, because not only had she affected her own triplets, but she affected her own son in laws as well. (But then again, it goes to show that Alma also consider the two men to be real family so...)

So Alma is saddened, but quickly is overjoyed. She gets to re-raise her children and give them the childhood they should have had. She also gets to raise Felix and Pepa.

The children are ecstatic. They get to help their Abuela raise their parents! Its kind of weird, at first, but they get used to it and quickly come to enjoy spending time with them.

Pepa def likes Camilo and Bruno likes Mirabel. Julieta is practically attached to Isabela and Agustin is always toddling behind Luisa. Felix kind of just clung to both Dolores and Antonio, and is always near the two of them.

All of the children actually love Abuela as well! I'll say they were turned back into 3 year olds. Not quite babies, but definitely still toddlers. For the first year Aoma is just hovering over them, watching their every move, makimg sure they're OK. She doesn't want a single thing bad to happen to them, she only wants them to be happy and healthy kids.

The kids adore them, but also worry over them. Much like Alma, but maybe a bit more chills about it.

At the triplets ceremony, Alma tells them that they may or may not get a gift, but they will get a room, and even without a gift she'd still love them. (In this AU we're just gonna say Mirabel is the next candle holder. Maybe give her the same power as Cocooned, Idk)

So like, Bruno gets his gift and he isn't immediately overwhelmed by it this time. The family helps him ease into it, especially Mirabel.

Also, because I want too, I'm adding Agustin and Felix to the ceremony. Because I can.

Noe, they don't have their own doors but rather, they share a door with Julieta and Pepa.

Julieta gets the same gift as before, healing and all that. Agustín, this time, ironically, gets the gift of good luck. Don't get me wrong, the kid is still clumsy asl, but hes much more likely to have good things happen to him, like the bees finally leaving him alone for once.

Pepa gets the same gift too, haha. Felíx could probably bend light or something? I don’t know, it just seems to fit him. Kinda goes with Pepa helping water the fields, Fèlix would be able to shine the sun on them.

I think after they turn 7 or 8, they would go back to normal (still keeping the gifts lol)

This is all I got but I hope you like it. 😩🤲

[editorauthoranna]

THE FROG KING Book Review

The Frog King

By Adam Davies

Full Disclaimer! This author was my professor in college and there are no frogs.

I’ve read this one before! However, it fits my parameters—to read/reread every book currently on my bookshelf! (So far, 4 down and 174 to go! I was given a few more books just days ago. Yay!) Also, The Frog King won the Twitter poll by a pretty wide margin.

Since I’ve read Davies’ The Frog King, here’s what I remembered about it before I began reading. Answer: almost nothing. It’s been about four years since I last read this book, and I read it pretty fast the first time on top of so much college shoved into my head that some details simply got squeegeed out. I couldn’t even remember the narrator’s name. This is why we take notes, people! Onwards!

Harry Driscoll, our main character and mental gymnast, is dead sick of his going-nowhere, underpaid job. It’s obvious from page three. Harry Driscoll also hates himself. I also hate Harry Driscoll. This is a one-way street with no U-turns in sight. Which brings me to my dilemma with The Frog King. The characters are amazingly well-written. No, seriously, I don’t just say that to make my former professor remember me fondly. Harry is so good at being the woe-is-me, head-in-the-sand, know-it-all jerk that you’ll probably spend most of the book in hopes something terrible happens to him. (Don’t worry.)

Evie is a doll in all meanings of the word. She’s a great woman character with her own problems and strengths and weaknesses, and she’s probably the only reason I didn’t toss the book a few different times. Yes, Harry Driscoll will make you that mad. He’s the worst type of jerk for a big chunk of the novel: the kind of sleazeball you pray to god you don’t have to work a shift with because a) they get nothing done except complaining about their job and believing the work is beneath them, b) think they’re god’s gift to womankind, and c) they somehow manage to make you feel bad about yourself while being ironic/sarcastic/condescending towards themselves in the “Haha, isn’t life just a peach” way. Your problems and feelings will never amount to theirs. Harry is all this and more with an unhealthy dose of alcohol and self-hatred to boot. This is a man so emotionally constipated you’ll want to lace his coffee with a strong laxative. Fun!

Okay, okay. He’s not all pig all the time—even dirtbags can have a few good qualities—but it’s frequent enough to be lethal in large quantities. Kind of like nuclear radiation. As I said before, don’t worry! Harry gets what’s coming to him. This isn’t some “jerks finish first” story, but boy, oh boy, get ready to feel patronized by a fictional character.

Harry certainly stirs the emotions, but not the right ones for the majority of the novel. Well-crafted character? A+. Likable character? Eh. Maybe a motivational template for how not to conduct yourself.

I try and keep this blog series as spoiler free as I can while also giving myself free reign to talk about the books I read, so I’ll move on to one other aspect.

Readers beware!

The Frog King is going to make you learn many new vocabulary words whether you want to or not. That’s just the way the narrator—you guessed it—Harry is. It’s how he thinks and roughly communicates. A facsimile of communication, but a point or two for trying, I guess. So accept that before reading, maybe even look forward to it, and grab a dictionary.

Now the vocabulary, while impressive, does actually take away from scenes sometimes. The writing kind of jumps back and forth from enjoyable, witty, and smooth into wording that’s meant to show character but really your eyes just trip over. It will happen. No way around it. And it does knock off some enjoyability of the book.

The writing style is actually pretty different to what I’m used to. Davies is raw and eclectic in the way that even if you are bumbling along with—or mentally throwing knives at—the narrator, you still have a good sense of location and emotional intelligence in the scene. You certainly aren’t going to be bored with his descriptions or dialogue.

Typically, The Frog King isn’t my kind of book. I like my fiction with a bit more, well, fiction. This book tackles it all in the real world: alcoholism, narcissism, infidelity, and even gaslighting to some extent. I know the subtitle says “a love story,” but take that with a gulp of sea water.

Overall thoughts on The Frog King? I think I still dislike Harry Driscoll enough to leave this book on the shelf until some other victim wanders by and hears the Jumanji drums, but I like Adam Davies enough as a writer to see what else he comes up with. Maybe next time I’ll ingest his words with a glass of wine?

~Anna

[celeste-fitzgerald]

deep fic writer asks lesgo lesbians

1, 4, 5, 10, 17, 19, 20 😤

lesgo meeeEEEEE

1- what's the fic youre most proud of? Welp lmao it's only the first question and I already don't know the answer lmao. I guess...maybe Three In One is one of the ones I'm most happy with...but ironically I do not want to link this one here, so hunt for it if you dare haha.

4- what fic of your own do you read for comfort? ;-; Probably Being Yourself. It makes me feel cozy.

5- what fic of your own won't you read? Ugh. I will not mention the name of this one because just thinking about it makes me wanna lock myself in my room forever. And it's such a dumb reason too lmao: I wrote it for a fic contest on tumblr, but either I submitted it wrong or tumblr glitched or the host ignored it, because it didn't even end up in the pool of consideration, and it just made me feel really stupid. Looking back, there really wasn't much reason for me to be so upset over it, but the memory of the way it made me feel in the moment is what returns to me every time I think about it haha.

10- how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood? In many ways, both direct and indirect! It's nice to have an outlet for all the happy little gay thoughts in my head haha. Also, fanfic writing has led to me meeting many of my best friends who make my life better every day <3

17- What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work? Ahhh I'm not sure if I should tag him since it's been quite a while since I've been active in his fandom, but revenblue's comments are always the absolute best. Also he helped inspire me to start commenting on fics more often since he always commented on everything.

19- If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include? My god, all of the fluff. So much cuddling, so much ahem sappy shit. Also I'm always a sucker for coming out stories, so throw some of that in there too. Bonus if it's childhood friends to lovers. (Pretty sure I know someone who's writing this fic, but that's all I'll say on that hehehehehehehhehe)

20- What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing? Becoming friends with @rufusrant. Easiest answer out of all of these <3

[cheguevaraismydaddy666]

the 'friend' that 'gifted' the bottle to me suddenly said, he meant he was just lending it to me, and had wanted the rest back. now that the bottle was gone, instead of being glad the insane overdose didn't kill me, he tried to get me to send him nudes as a 'making up' thing. speficially pics of my pussy. in the end i luckily didn't have to do it. still, it's always nice to feel how much my 'friends' had cared about me. whatever. the pain in my shoulder never left. i needed help from the caretakers at the shelter to get dressed. my ex brought me, ironically, tramadol, to deal with the pain. it didn't really help. i hung out with a friend the next day at his place. i always envied him because he had a happy family with a loving mother and a loving father. when i first went to his place i was on molly lol. they must've realized but they never said anything. whatever, they were nice to me. his mom told me that i looked like my shoulder was dislocated. that made sense, my shoulder was visibly hanging. she gave me the contacts for a kids orthopedist. i went the same day, they did an x ray of my shoulder, and sure enough: the bone was completly out of its socket. i was advised to immediately go to the hospital. i went in the evening, i'm a tough kid haha. they fixed it and well yeah, that was that. i despise most nurses in my towns main hospital. sure, i took all these drugs voluntarily, but i was still a young teen. a foster kid. had a lot of mental health issues. addiction genes. trauma. no perspective for the future. the youth wellfare office just shoved me around, just because they had to give me a roof over the head. everyone had given up on me. i slipped though the cracks of the system. the fosterkid homeless shelter is usually meant to give a room to a foster kid for a few weeks, till they've found a permanent place to live. i spend, combined, almost a year there. a year of negligence, malnutrition..... i spiraled and no one was willing to save me. i went to rehab twice. the first time my main problems were speed and molly and weed. i had made a couple experiences with ketamine, benzos, heroin.... but there wasn't a habit of that yet. i met my beautiful, wonderful, now dead, girlfriend there. i got kicked out after three weeks. i relapsed twice. the first time i smoked a joint in the nearby park with a ' friend' who just wanted to grope me lol. the second time me and my now-ex girlfriend took molly right before going back inside after weekend visits. we shared a room at the time and i had smuggled my phone in so we thought we could party together. they split us up tho, which was sad but whatever. she was the one that got us the pills. i think the caretakers probably thought that it was me, since i was older. maybe that was part of why i got kicked out. when i came down i asked the night guard if he could let me smoke an extra cig. usually i smoke weed when i come down, so a cig was really not too much to ask for i thought. he said no. i was so frustrated i threw a few books around. not at him. just on the ground.

[swsf]

beheld! the first part of my dream smp weapons catalogue!

I have a lot more but I haven’t been working on them so I figured I’d post these ones since some of them have been done since the last week of December.

also this series was inspired by @/cuppakyle, they have a series on mcyt weapons and I wanted to do something similar but for the dream smp because I big time like weapons design, so id suggest you check their stuff out too!

oh and if anyone wants to use any of these designs I’m totally chill with that :))

n e way descriptions below—

worth noting from this point that while MOST of the weapons are based in canon a lot of them come with headcanon stuff too- like some weapons I made up for the sake of the why not and also the materials of the ones based in canon often differ from what they are in the smp because a bunch of netherite would be boring.

also bows/crossbows are supposed to be present for some people on the list but I haven’t drawn them yet so clown kn me I guess—

sapnap- iron sword named “sapnaps schlong” (why did he name it that). it’s chipped from time and Sapnap just being battle hungry. out of my own little headcanon story- it’s probably (one of if not) the oldest sword(s) since the beginning of the smp. it also has scorch marks because sapnap the pyromaniac. was made by sapnap. enchanted with fire aspect.

dream- netherite axe named “nightmare” and diamond sword also named “nightmare”. Dream named many many things nightmare. nightmare sword is based of a claymore because haha funny. both made by Dream.

gogy- fancy diamond sword because I said so, also made by George and enchanted with fire aspect. the fire aspect was done by help of sapnap. the knife was made by Dream and gifted to george, but it’s more in quackitys possession of anything (he “borrows” it and george often lets him keep it for a short time because he doesn’t use it himself all too often.)

quackity- iron axe made by gogy and gifted to quackity because quackity kept steal his knife and george went “well if you need a weapon I’ll just make you one.” quackity took and kept it but also kept borrowing the knife anyway. also the axe was made before the whole butcher army fight technoblade with diamond axe thing, so the axe should *probably* have been diamond but I didn’t feel like changing it for whatever reason ahahah,,,,,,

karl jacobs- netherite sword, made by Karl with assist from sapnap. the sword isn’t used much.

fundy- one funky netherite dagger that I refer to as “the funky fundy knife”. the dagger is absolutely something I made up just because I thought it’d be silly (well mostly because I wanted to draw a sacrificial looking knife and figured fundy would be the best candidate for ownership.) diamond axe “axe body spray” both made by fundy.

schlatt- netherite sword named “shclatt.” enchanted with fire aspect and made by schlatt(probably,,,,,?) in fundys possession after schlatts death. stone sword made by schlatt but was out of use until after his death and is used by Glatt, also enchanted with fire aspect. schlatt knows fire enchantments well- but his base knowledge of it probably came from Phil some time long long ago.

wilbur soot/ghostbur- technically the same just in different times. the first iteration of it is pre-death (alivebur) it’s made of diamond and has been around since the beginning of l’manberg, it’s enchanted with fire aspect and was the sword used to kill wilbur. also the fire aspect was taught by Phil- it’s a bit shoddy due to the knowledge coming from memory but otherwise it’s alright. ghostbur iteration- more worn and torn as it gradually dropped in quality after wilbur died, the cloth thats tied to the pommel is all ripped and shit. there’s also probably dried blood still engrained in the handle- there’s definitely some stained in the fabric of the grip,,,,

tubbo- two swords. the iron one was made by tommy and used to belong to him up until his and wilburs exhile. in the rush to leave he’d left it in his old base and after a while tubbo found it. tubbo began carrying it around with him so whenever he saw tommy next he could give it to him, but when that time came around finally tommy had already gotten a replacement sword and let tubbo keep it. the diamond sword was made by tubbo (he and tommy had made the swords at around the same time actually, probably with Wilbur) and tubbo never lost it so he’s never needed a replacement.

technoblade- netherite sword named the “orphan obliterater” made by techno. the “axe of peace” was made by techno and was solely in his care until it was entrusted to tommy. tommys kept it since despite technos wishes to get it back.

tommy- diamond sword named “the big man sword” made by technoblade and given to tommy after tommys exhile in Logstedshire. netherite knife- made by tommy. only tommy is stupid enough to make a knife out of netherite.

philza- diamond sword with a name i refuse to write out again. why couldn’t it have just been named killza? anyway it’s diamond because the insta-kill sword phil spawns in for snapshot shenanigans is often just a diamond one. made by Phil and enchanted with fire aspect.

nihachu- diamond sword made by niki and enchanted with fire aspect, niki got the fire aspect from wilbur. she noticed the engravings on his sword and while he had limited knowledge he taught her how to do it too.

eret- netherite sword named “Ted’s wrath” made by eret.

skeppy- fairly old diamond sword with a big chip in its side. the chip didn’t break the sword enough for skeppy to deem he needed a new one and since it’s been there for so long it’s a bit of a hallmark.

bbh- netherite sword named “LANGUAGE.” the break in it is intentional and meant to mimic the break in skeppys sword.

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extra notes— all og members (except fundy) of l’manberg have bits of cloth tied to their swords that are the colors of the l’manberg flag. ex- wilbur, tubbo, and tommys original sword. tubbo and tommys are a bit modified though, as they also have cloth ties to incorporate each other’s colors.

Niki isnt an og of l’manberg but she has the ties too

l’manberg ties had two pieces- one solid read one and a grey one with bits of blue, white and yellow on it.

after erets betrayal he kept the red tie on his sword.

even after tommy enters the Logstedshire exhile and begins working with techno, tommy still adds green cloth ties on his weapons.

bad and skeppy have colored ties of the others respective color on their swords.

dream has two blue ties on the upper handle of his axe.

I have a design headcanon that the darker netherite is the stronger it is- fundys joke dagger is made of the strongest netherite to date. that’s very funny.

and also that netherite can sometimes have bits of gold in it- idk why I did that other than purple-gold mix go brrrr and netherite and gold are in the nether.

fuck wait I didn’t talk about enchantments— uhhhhhhhhh fire aspect is the only one I really have mean anything! I wanted enchantments to have engravings in the sword and fire aspect is the only one that made sense because putting carvings on a sword wouldn’t really make it faster,,,,

but my whole thing with fire aspect carvings is that it’s not knowledge everyone knows so it’s often passed down between people— such as Phil. Phil knows the cool guy shit- he taught it to wilbur who taught it to niki, and he taught it to schlatt at one point while schlatt hung around with Wilbur like a billion years ago.

sapnap just,,, *knows* because fire guy knows fire, and he taught george at some point for some reason.

welp- see you in part two in like,,,,,, 3 months

[dollopheadedmerlin]

So, fun fact, I have a pretty large Merlin Merchandise collection

Everything in this picture (except for the map on the right side of the shelf) is official merch. I've got your typical stuff like the action figures, the backpack, and the wallet, but I also have a few lesser known ones and some pretty rare finds too.

Right between Kilgharrah and the wallet is a pack of Merlin themed Top Trump card, a game I've never played but that has really cool hard plastic packaging!

Next to the DVDs is all of the books that were ever released. Up top we have a weird notebook that looks like Merlin's spellbook, which comes with a cheap quill-shaped pen. Beneath that is a scholastic book that tells the story of the Labrinth of Gedreff as a stand alone tale and it comes with a CD that has an audio version in which the narrator has clearly never seen the show and so he chooses very funny voices for the characters.

Then we have all of the "younger reader" books. Those are just written versions of espiodes with occasional linework illustrations. There is a secret message where all of the books have a different rune watermark and you have to follow clues on the spine to spell out a word but . . . they use a different rune system (with similar looking letters) then the show's props so at first it just spelled jibberish but it's meant to say "Emrys" (and I technically does if you use the "right" alphabet lol).

Under that we have the hero's and villain's guide, as well as the complete guide (which ironically is VERY incomplete as it was released after season one haha)

Then there's the activity books, the Book of Mystery and Magic, the Annuals, and the awful DS Game :)

Then there's a few more chapter books. Same deal as the "younger reader" ones except there aren't any pictures and they're meant for older kids (probably tweens and teens maybe?). I especially like these because the spines line up to form images

Okay, now for the pretty rare stuff. In the brown binder beneath the backpack, I have the Topps Merlin sticker collection, which is a little under 200 numbered stickers that are all Merlin themed

Unfortunately, most of them are honestly quite ugly screencaps (I have no idea WHY they would chose stuff like this for a sticker collection tbh)

BUT a FEW of them are holographic

These were hard to find a complete set of but I managed to buy an already completed set off of ebay Collect Them All ™

Now the stamp collection wasn't very hard to find, but it does seem to be logistically rare because there appears to only have been one thousand ever made (I have #425/1000).

But the MAGAZINES! Now THOSE were hard to find! There's not much information on them but I'm PRETTY SURE the Merlin Magazine only had two issues! It's really cool, I especially find it interesting seeing contest prizes for prop peices and tabloid-like interviews with the cast. But each them also has a comic with original content. I wouldn't consider them canon because quite frankly i feel like they're a bit out of character, but I was super surprised that the comics weren't just adapted episodes like all the books!

Each issue also came with "exclusive free gifts"

NOW THESE WERE THE HARDEST THINGS TO FIND LET ME TELL YOU! The ONLY reason I was able to find these was because I asked the person that I bought the magazines from if she knew if she still had the gifts. At fist, she only had two or three of them but she *found them* over the course of a *year* and I bought them off of her as they turned up in her home (except the last one! She surprised me and just mailed it to me for free to complete the collection!). These still toys are so funny because other than the keychain and buttons, these are just preexisting toys that they wrapped up in Merlin packaging, which is why Kilgharrah is green and the serket toy is just a bright orange sticky scorpion (like those sticky hand thingies).

That's about it though! Let me know of you want a closer look at anything and I'll try to take more detailed pictures!

[dinklebat]

Jeff the Killer ( x Reader) Headcanons

(my first time doing one of these. if y’all like it, I’ll do more otherwise it’ll be back to your regularly schedules weird stock photos and incorrect quotes)

the basics

- cis male (he/him) demiromantic pansexual

- this man is so damn cocky

- like think “I’m so humble”, “everybody loves me” vibes, especially the former (please listen to it it’s just so good)

- but he’s not cocky without merit

- even ignoring the supernatural buffs he receives, this man is extremely strong

- honestly? easily the strongest pasta who is still human-adjacent

- probably could kill with his bare hands but his knives are his babies

- huge knife collection, some bought, some gifted, but mostly stolen

- actually…kinda soft about his knives. he can tell you about every nick and stain in them. also pretty good at reading the history of a knife he’s never seen based on its scarring

- speaking of scars, man is covered in them

- his supernatural buff means he heals pretty quickly, but he rarely puts in effort into making sure injuries won’t leave a scar

- he just thinks they’re neat

- super tall and lanky, but he takes off that dumb hoodie and wow he’s buffer than you thought

- the smile scar heals really quickly because of his ability, so he constantly reopens it (pissing off EJ and the doctor gang immensely)

interactions with others

- he’s easily best friends with Ben and Toby. the three of them tend to have the highest chaotic energy and love doing pranks on the more stick in the mud mansion members like Jane and Masky

- he’s definitely closest with Ben though. they joined the mansion at the same time and just…always kinda stuck together.

- he doesn’t get along as well with Liu/Sully, Jane, Nina, EJ, and Masky

- skipping Jane because she’s obvious lol

- anyways, as mentioned previously, in my universe , Nina and Jeff dated previously. it was not an amicable breakup, to say the least, and when the two are together they are EXTREMELY passive aggressive…or just straight up fighting

- as for Liu, Jeff kind of wants to be close with him again, but Liu and Sully aren’t ready for that. when Jeff starts confronting Liu, he begins to panic and Sully typically fronts instead (I’ve always seen him as a protector alter tbh but idk if he has a canon description).

- Sully and Jeff hate each other. period.

- also in my universe Liu and EJ are dating…so EJ shares similar sentiments with Sully. plus, Jeff’s refusal to take EJ’s medical advice doesn’t help.

- masky’s relationship with him is the funniest to me. Masky absolutely HATES Jeff, but Jeff just…doesn’t care about him in any way.

- adding onto that, for some unknown reason, Jeff is the Operator’s favorite and the only one allowed to treat the boss so casually. which of course only pisses off Masky more

s/o

- i think he would work best with a high energy s/o

- I can see a calm one too, acting as a foil, but I feel like another rat bastard would be his soulmate

- ✨enemies to lovers✨

- the two of you are both high energy beings of chaos, of course you butt heads

- the agression slowly becomes aggressive flirting and then it’s just- please make out already you’re embarrassing yourselves!

- only problem is this usually is pretty slow burn tbh

- man can’t recognize romantic attraction from aesthetic attraction until he’s in way too deep

- as for physical appearance…I think Jeff would care the least compared to every other pasta

- I know it’s ironic because he’s probably the most vain

- but I love the idea of him being fascinated by every “flaw“ someone might perceive in the same way he‘s fascinated by nicks and stains on his knives

- they tell a story

- anyways, once you do start dating, the aggressive flirting isn’t going to stop

- it might get more light hearted though

- he’ll also be super protective of you like:

Jeff: haha, Y/N is an idiot

someone else: yeah, they are

Jeff, ready to throw hands: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

- also heads up, this man is trash with implied boundaries (aka he will steal everything you own )

[onelovewonderwoman]

first class || charles xavier x reader

i’ve been on an x-men binge and fell into a hole of james mcavoy and charles xavier again, so here we are. i haven’t written fics in a long time, so i tried to again. i’m uncreative so like the title is just the first movie because of the fact that it’s set during that time. kind of like self insert cause there’s a few bits and pieces where there’s canonical plot and interactions, so disclaimer for that. anyways, hope you guys enjoy! ps also don’t have enough energy to find a fitting gif so maybe i’ll find one later maybe i won’t. we’ll see

words: 5.8k

warnings: not proofread (i spent three days on this so i don’t have the energy anymore haha), writing lacks emotional depth, drug use and mentions, intent of murder, thoughts of (murder, rape, suicide, etc.), poorly written two paragraphs about kissing, angst, we ignore moira and charles’ romance cause... duh, it’s x reader and it’s too difficult for me to work around it rn a haha

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The rooms were always the same. They were dark, illuminated only by the dimmest of lights emanating from the occasional lava lamp or fairy lights. Fairy - ironic word for such situations, such rooms. Filled so heavily with smoke it made it hard to breathe, let alone see. And the floors; the floors always felt different. 

In hindsight, it was probably the one thing that had her realizing the rooms were never actually the same. Sure, they had the same smell, the same overcrowdedness and moving bodies, the same darkness, even the same taste, but the floors testified to the difference each room held. 

Sometimes, when the world would freeze and all the people around her became nothing but a mesh of warm bodies, she could hear the floor creak under her feet with every step she took. There she was - the house right down the street from her. 

Other times, the floors felt sticky under her shoes. She assumed it was tequila. There were always too many bottles around to count, surely there would be spills. Or, some poor guy could have pissed himself like that one time. When her shoes sounded like velcro as she walked across the floor, she was at the house all the way across town.

In any case, she felt the same ankle up. One of her favourite parts had to be the way the music always abused her ears - so high, it made her feel lightheaded. More so than she already had been both. Sex was not nearly regular enough for her to compare, but she knew what she would feel every time the music was loud enough to make her head buzz and throb with a vengeance was more erotic than anything anyone could ever do to her.

The place could change but the scene never really did. Down to the people - she knew this for sure. She knew every beating heart around her like they were her own. She never only felt it there, but in her head as well. Even as it buzzed, she felt it. Sometimes it tore at her skull as if trying to escape - ironic.

Now, why did the scene change one evening in 1962? She told herself it was fate, but it had merely been wishful thinking when she knew why. How did she know? She knew the man sitting next to her on the worn down couch, nearly entirely unconscious and reeking of weed and vodka, knew the girl across the house, the girl across the house knew the man next to her and that - so on and so forth - meant she knew all three of them, even though they didn’t know her. So, for two new men to walk into the house, their eyes focused - focused on her - changed the scene entirely.

Now, the music became nothing more than an assault on her ears; the lights became too bright at the same time as the dark became too dark; the air became heavier than usual; and she sobered up at the feeling of something - someone - in her head. Then, it all caved in. It was as overwhelming as it always was, but she was used to it enough to handle it for a little while, at least whilst remnants of her high remained. She couldn’t say the same for the shorter of the two men she saw keel over at the pressure.

He got over it pretty quick, from what she could tell. “Charles Xavier,” he introduced himself as, “This is my colleague, Erik Lensherr.”

A quick trip from the couch to the door had her standing on the lawn of the house of the night with the two men. Crickets could be heard fighting against the sound of the music blaring from the house as she swayed on her feet, making wet sounds in the grass from earlier rain. Charles stood not much taller than her, charm emanating from him and the way his piercing blue eyes seemed to smile despite his furrowed brows and mouth set in a straight line as he stared at her, waiting for a response with his hands tucked into his coat pockets. Erik stood taller, stoic and calculating.

“And?” She crossed her arms across her chest, both in discomfort and the fact that the chilly night air had begun to bite at her skin, her long sleeve doing nothing to help. “I should care why?”

If the incident earlier wasn’t enough, the way the both of them looked at her was enough for her to know why. “What’s your name?” Charles asked, having her notice then the English accent on his tongue. 

The second she gave it to him, he smiled - almost sympathetically - at her and hummed, “You have an incredibly busy mind, Y/N.”

“And you have an incredibly nosy one, Charles.” That had Erik letting out a chuckle, one that felt like approval to her ears.

Never in a million years would she dare say yes to anything of the sort the two men proposed to her that night. A team of mutants; not necessarily that she thought it was absurd or a horrible idea - no. It made sense, not factoring in their current climate, to have a team of mutants fighting against the evils of the world. The horrible idea was to have her join. No, she wanted to tell them, “I don’t think it’s such a good idea.”

“That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking too,” Erik agreed with her, catching both herself and Charles off guard, “We’ll be going then.”

He offered her his hand. She didn’t know how long she stood there staring at his outstretched arm. Sometimes her high slowed time - it could have been five seconds or five minutes. When she finally looked away from his hand, up at him, she saw he stood unwavered and patient.

“You don’t have to, you know.” Her eyes shot to Charles as he broke the silence. He shook his head, brows still furrowed and mouth set in a straight line. “You’re under no obligation.”

For Charles to know, she understood. He had just been in her mind long enough to know that most of it wasn’t even hers. For Erik to know and offer her his hand made her wonder just how desperate he was to assemble the team - for whatever reason that she was about to find out in a moment.

“We leave now.” Was all he said after he tore his hand from hers.

An hour hasn’t even passed when she found herself on a plane with the two men, mind still buzzing but this time not with a high. This time, with an overwhelming anger and anticipation. The way Erik didn’t make eye contact with her and Charles sent worried glances her way throughout their trip to their “base” was enough to tell her that they knew she had already been briefed on what was happening - the reason behind their assembling of a team. Rather, she knew specifically of the personal motive behind it.

All it made her heart feel like it was beating a mile a minute. It pounded against her chest so hard she was sure at least one of them could hear it. So badly did she want to hide out in the plane’s bathroom and take something to stop the pain, but it was off the table. For now.

Soon enough the flight ended, and she came to find out their “base” was a covert CIA facility where they placed the other mutants they rounded up before her. She just as quickly met and said goodbye to Moira MacTaggert, a CIA officer working with Charles and Erik to stop Shaw. His name alone sent sparks of rage flowing through her veins.

She was left with the group when the three went off that night. There, she came face to face with Raven, Sean, Alex, Hank, Darwin, and Angel - or, Mystique, Banshee, and Havok. Darwin and Angel were “self explanatory”, considering they were already nicknames and described their powers fairly well. Hank was just… Hank.

Her turn came around quickly, once everyone settled down from Alex’s show of his “gift”, when all heads turned to her, sitting at the end of the couch. Raven smiled at her - she liked her, she was sweet - “What about you? What’s your power?”

“I’m,” She paused for a moment, the eyes on her making her anxious and curl into herself hoping, praying, another mutant wouldn’t touch her. “I can move things. With my mind.” She gave a tight smile to Raven and nodded her head, as if to reassure herself. “I can move things with my mind.”

Raven’s smile only widened, excited by either the prospect of her being able to move things with her mind or the opportunity to give her an alias. She assumed it was the latter. She excused herself to the washroom just as Raven asked the group what they thought. “We’ll have one for you once you get back! Promise!” Raven called after her.

Body filled with anticipation, she nearly ran to the washroom, willing the door closed behind her after she entered. It was small, but clean - CIA property after all. 

She tried. She really did. Albeit, making contact with a mutant was always the worst; Erik especially. The trauma, the pain, the thoughts. All them clawed at her brain, as though they were tearing through it layer by layer until nothing but them remained within her skull.

Nothing could stop her from taking out the small baggy in her back pocket and tearing it open. Nothing could stop her from taking it, only to feel a rush flow through her. It would take a bit, but soon enough she would stop feeling them gnawing on her very existence. Soon, numbness would wash over her and she could just be no one.

She guessed she was in the washroom for about half an hour. Staring at her reflection, at the floor, at the ceiling, at anything, but when she made her way back to the room, she found it in disarray. Music was blasting from the radio, chairs flipped over, Raven on top of the couch dancing as Hank hung from the ceiling light, the rest of the group messing around with their powers. She couldn’t tell if they were experiencing some high of their own or just happened to have gotten their hands on some alcohol.

“What are you doing? Who destroyed the statue?” Moira’s voice broke her out of the trance she was in watching the group. Slowly, she turned her head to see her, Charles, and Erik walking over as everyone else froze. Moira was angry, that much anyone could tell, but the two men were unreadable.

Hank was the first one to reply back, jumping down the ceiling, panicked, “It was Alex.”

“No. Havok.” Raven seemed to stay unfazed, still standing on the couch with a wide smile on her face. “We have to call him Havok. That's his name now…”

Raven’s words melted away from her. Her focus wasn’t elsewhere; it was simply nowhere at all. She stared at everyone in the room, yet no one at all. So caught up in nothing she didn’t notice Charles himself staring at her until Erik uttered something under his breath and walked away with Moira following, brows furrowed in what looked to be confusion. Just as she caught his eye, he looked away.

Directed at Raven, he spoke firmly, “I expect more from you.”

Not long after, they had gotten word that Shaw would be in Russia, and so she was left with the group of mutants when the three left alongside the CIA to get their hands on him. Before, it would have made her wonder what purpose the group of mutants really served if they didn’t want them there to help. Now, after the incident, she understood why.

By no means were any of them prepared for such a task. She couldn’t claim to be either. She only agreed because she knew a part within her would hate her for not coming and at the very least trying to help.

Just when she thought she and the solemn group couldn’t be any more of a liability, she was proven wrong. Because now Sebastian Shaw stood in front of them, smug and irritating as ever, after having his lackey drop an unsuspecting CIA to his death in front of all of them and cornering them. 

“Good evening. My name's Sebastian Shaw, and I'm not here to hurt you.” She was sure she wasn’t the only one assuming he had taken out every single CIA operative in the facility to make it this far; a thought that filled her being with even more dread than she was already feeling at the sight of him. “My friends, there's a revolution coming. When mankind discovers who we are, what we can do, each of us will face a choice. Be enslaved or rise up to rule. Choose freely, but know that if you are not with us, then by definition, you are against us. So, you can stay and fight for the people who hate and fear you. Or you can join me, and love like kings and queens.”

They all watched, both shocked and betrayed when Angel took the hand Shaw outstretched, standing by his side even when he murdered Darwin in his attempt to stop him with Alex. She didn’t see it - she turned away the second Shaw released the energy he’d taken from Alex into Darwin. She heard it, though. The explosion. When she turned back, as Shaw, Angel, and the men he had brought with him retreated, she saw nothing. There was no sign of Darwin; not even a speck of dust.

Suddenly, her chest tightened and the clawing came back.

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The person who happened to almost send them home also happened to be the one who provided them a new place to train their powers for the fight with Shaw. Charles was entirely serious and extremely close to sending them all home; “They’re just kids.” But Erik made it clear to him that they couldn’t be anymore, not after Shaw.

Charles lived, alongside Raven, in a massive mansion that had been entirely too big for her to take in, but it provided the perfect space for them to train their powers. Each of them were assigned rooms by Charles personally that day. 

He took the liberty of walking them each there. She didn’t know if it was just her or a Charles thing, but he stayed quiet. Unusual for a man that had so much to say. But then again, with what they’ve already been through, she couldn’t imagine he was feeling very chatty. She certainly wouldn’t have been in his situation. Granted, she would be feeling the same way now, but in her predicament by this point, she wouldn’t mind someone else’s verbal company.

The second he guided her through the bedroom

door, she began to take in the sheer size of the room, feeling bigger than life itself in the way that she was feeling. The bed was even better; huge and looked as though the softness of it would swallow her into a warm hug. Her first instinct would have been to jump right onto it, but the fact that Charles ceased to leave and instead remained planted there, giving her a look she couldn’t make out once she turned to face him, made her fight against her urges.

She opened her mouth in an attempt to utter an “Are you alright?” but never got the chance. Instead, Charles spoke as soon as her mouth opened, slowly, as if to make sure she understood every word he was saying like she had been incapable of doing so before, “Training starts tonight, but I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”

With her brows furrowed in confusion, she nodded, and Charles began to walk away. He stopped by the frame of the door, back to her, and spoke again, “Try and get some rest.”

With that, he shut the door behind him. Now, she was left in the room alone, tiredness washing over her. Awaiting the next day, she decided to fall into the cloud that was the bed and fall asleep while she could.

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The next morning was when Charles asked to see her - by Raven. The young woman led her over to a room, an odd dome shaped one, where Charles stood waiting. He wasn’t the same as the night before - uncomfortable, was the only way she knew to describe it - welcoming and encouraging.

“We’ve got plenty of work to do,” Charles spoke, hands in his pockets, as she entered and Raven excused herself elsewhere. Looking around, she could see evidence that training had started last night, namely Alex’s. Dark scuff marks were streaked across walls of the dome on the end farthest from them and small balls of fluff on the floor remained, assumingly left behind in the midst of a quick clean up of training dummies that had been torn open.

Despite the mess, several other objects were placed across the floor. All ranged from light to heavy. Chairs, weights - it looked to be anything he could have been capable of carrying in with the help of the others.

She stopped in front of him. “What’s this?”

The man’s smile widened before he started, rather loudly at that. “Well.” He moved towards the objects then spun around to face her, arms outstretched. “This is the beginning of your training.”

She raised an eyebrow, looking at the man unimpressed. “You want me to move this stuff around?”

“You’re not just moving stuff around.” Charles shook his head, arms dropping to his sides as he declared. “You don’t need to move everything here. I only need to see how much you can handle.” His head tilted as he looked at her, blue eyes meeting her own as his expression retreated to one of curiosity. “And how you handle it.”

She didn’t think the professor was aware of the innuendo within the situation, so she let it go despite the sweet stomach dropping feeling that came over her. Instead, she shrugged. “Then what?”

“Then,” Charles hesitated for a moment, “Erik was able to move a satellite dish. If it happens to be possible-”

“A satellite dish?” She laughed incredulously, “You can be serious.”

Charles nodded towards her, challenging her statements as he took a few steps forward. “And what is it that’s making you believe you’re incapable of doing anything similar?”

“Look.” She shook her head, looking directly at him when she said, “I can move the average household item, shut a door and maybe, just maybe, bust it down, but I couldn’t push your couch across the room, let alone move a fu- a satellite dish.”

Charles’ brows furrowed. “And that’s what you believe?”

She hummed. “That’s what I know.”

“Well,” he sighed, disappointment written across his face that sent her into a spiral, “There’s not much we can do if you don’t believe you can better yourself, is there?”

The second he walked past her was when it felt as though ice water had been spilt onto her. A mixture of confusion and gloom washed over her before she turned to see Charles’ back, still moving towards the door. “What?”

He stopped in his tracks at her exclamation, waiting several moments as if contemplating before he turned back to her. Carefully, he asked, “Why do you take them?”

She shook her head, looking almost offended. “How did you-”

“Your mind,” Charles confirmed, “It gets quieter.”

The offence on her face never ceased, but the uncomfortable mixture of feelings she was overwhelmed with had her shrug in response to his question. Charles only nodded and gave her a tight smile before turning back.

She closed her eyes, resigning herself with huff. She could go back to the life she had come to know and hate, or she could take the second chance he was giving her even if it did include the prospect of some suffering.

“I don’t take them for fun.” The sound of her voice made Charles stop again. This time, he waited. “When I touch a person I don’t just take every experience. I take every memory.”

He turned around to face her once more and gave her nod, signalling her to continue. She breathed in and out. “I see and I feel everything that’s happened to them. That’s a lot and it’s enough, but that’s not why I-”

She cut herself off, feeling herself choke on the words before shaking her head and persisting herself on despite Charles’ look of concern. “I take them because, when I take their memories, I take all of their thoughts too. Every one. So every thought of murder, or rape, or suicide, or any fucked up thing, keeps tearing me apart from the inside out.”

Charles nodded, walking closer to her, choosing his words carefully as he spoke, sympathy written deep in his soft voice, “And they scare you.”

She shook her head. Looking away from him for a moment, she willed away tears she felt gathering. She turned back to him. “The thought of acting on them scares me.”

Although slightly taken aback by the revelation, Charles holds his composure. He nodded before opening his mouth to respond, walking closer as he began.

The only reaction he got was her taking a step back, shaking her head. “I swear I’m not a bad person.” Charles assumed she didn’t want him touching her - considering she took away every thought. “I’m always all these people at once - I don’t even know who I am.”

“Then we will figure it out.” Charles tilted his head, making sure her eyes met his when she attempted to look away. His voice was soft and reassuring to her ears, even if she didn’t know whether to believe him or not. “You aren’t alone, Y/N.”

As it turns, the drugs were having a large effect on her ability to use her powers - the next few days told her as much. By no means was she capable of moving a satellite dish, but she had been able to take her powers to lengths she never thought she could have been able to.

Most of it was due to Charles - he’d spent most of the next few days with her, pushing her, sometimes to the point where she’d snap at him. She always calmed, though, and Charles always remained coolheaded.

Still, they grew closer. Or at least she grew closer to him. She couldn’t tell if the praise, the laughs, the banter, and the willingness to come back together after a fight only meant something to her. She hoped it did - because why else wouldn’t he just give up on her? All that time spent on advancing her powers to defeat Shaw, and he still talked about helping her as though their relationship would continue past this mission.

Part of her wanted to touch him so she could just know. Even if he hadn’t taken such a liking to her as she had him, at the very least try to understand him in his entirety and make a space for herself in his life. Then, another part of her was horrified at what she would find in there.

For the time being, there wasn’t much opportunity to dwell on it. The day they would head out was coming soon, and Erik suggested the group get a good night’s rest. They would all need it.

With her luck, she didn’t know why she thought that sleep would come easy that night. Whether it was due to adrenaline, anxiety, or anything else, didn’t matter. Because whatever was keeping her up had her pacing the hallways of Charles’ estate that night.

She wasn’t looking for it, but instead happened upon a conversation. 

“… no difference. Shaw’s declared war on mankind. On all of us. He has to be stopped.” She heard Charles’ voice through a door as she passed by. Although knowing that he could probably make out the sound of her mind from a mile away, she still stopped by it. She grew even more curious when she heard Erik’s voice. 

“I'm not gonna stop Shaw. I'm gonna kill him. Do you have it in you to allow that?” A moment of silence passed and she shifted on her feet. It made the floor creek. She shut her eyes and bit her lip, nervous, expecting to hear the sound of one of their footsteps coming to open the door and catch her eavesdropping. Whether they heard or not, she didn’t know as Erik continued on, “You've known all along why I was here, Charles. But things have changed. What started as a covert mission, tomorrow mankind will know that mutants exist. Shaw, us, they won't differentiate. They'll fear us. And that fear will turn to hatred.”

“Not if we stop a war,” Charles’ voice wavered on a line of urgency and assurance, “Not if we can prevent Shaw. Not if we risk our lives doing so.”

Charles very well could have been doing nothing but reassuring Erik with his words, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he was actually trying to reassure himself. As if the world wouldn’t either discard or abuse them once they’ve served their purpose of their betterment. 

“Will they do the same for us?”

“We have it in us to be the better men.”

“We already are.” Erik’s voice quickly turned from calm to urgent when he next spoke. “We're the next stage of human evolution. You said it yourself!”

“No, no!” She heard Charles attempt to cut Erik off before he sighed. She could practically hear the disappointment in it, although she couldn’t say she felt the same. He only let Erik continue.

“Are you really so naive as to think that they won't battle their own extinction?” She heard him pause. “Or is it arrogance?”

“I’m sorry?” As if Charles had misheard him. 

She shifted on her feet once more as their voices became more hushed, despite the feeling coming from the room becoming more hostile than calm. This time, she was more careful. Nothing made a sound below her feet when she moved closer to the door, pressing her ear against it, as well as her left palm for support.

“After tomorrow, they're gonna turn us. But you're blind to it, because you believe they're all like Moira.” 

“And you believe they're all like Shaw.” Came Charles’ immediate response. Calmly, she heard him continue, “Listen to me very carefully my friend. Killing Shaw will not bring you peace.”

Erik’s voice never wavered when he told Charles, “Peace was never an option.”

Footsteps came far too fast for her to move away from the door. In a split second, she found herself leaning against the door to crashing into Erik’s chest when he pulled the door open. For a moment, Erik stood staring down at her, watching her attempt to recompose herself and attempt to apologize. She didn’t get a word out before he moved past her and walked away.

She watched his form retreat before she turned back to the room. Standing in the doorway, she saw Charles sitting in the chair facing away from her. With his eyes closed and fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed, “You realize I can hear your mind from across this house?”

She took a step in, almost reluctantly. She didn’t imagine Charles would be content with anything she had to say, but maybe she could make him understand. “Erik’s right, you know.”

Her words had Charles’ eyes snap open. He got out the chair, setting down the drink he was nursing on the table next to him, before he turned to face her. “Excuse me?”

“Peace isn’t an option ‘cause we’re never gonna get peace.” She shook her head, desperation in both her voice and eyes as she stared into his. “Erik thinks they’re gonna turn on us. They might not, but it doesn’t mean any of us will get any peace. They won’t all be like Shaw, they won’t all be like Moira, but most of them - most of them will just be human. They’ll fear us and they’ll judge us. It doesn’t matter how harmless we are or not.”

She watched as Charles took a step forward, his head tilting to the side, expression unreadable as his voice remained calm. “You can’t be serious.” It was a statement - a wrong one.

“Shaw needs to die,” She spoke with assurance. She felt her eyes fill with tears, Charles watching her suck in a breath and release as he began to walk closer to her, before she spoke in a whisper, no longer trusting her voice, “Shaw needs to die for what he did to us. We’re going to kill him, Charles.”

They’re faces we’re merely inches apart, chilling her to the bone as he looked at her. What she thought he would never do is what he tried the second he began to raise his hand, speaking quickly to her when he asked, “Us?”

His hand almost cupped her cheek when she turned her head away from it. Immediately, his hand froze. Charles watched her profile as more tears welled up in her eyes and her lips began to tremble. Voice weak and tearful, staring away from him, she pleaded, “Please don’t confuse me. I can’t-”

“I know you feel it,” Charles’ other hand came up to guide her face back to him despite her, whispering carefully, “But it is not your cross to bear.”

His hand was warm against her cheek. Comforting - enough to make her mind go blank. Wishful thinking, of course, because soon the clawing in her head would come back with a vengeance at having a man such as Charles touch her. For now, though, he felt safe. Stable. Enough so that she could close her eyes for a moment and let the tears fall as he leaned down to her and let his forehead press against hers. 

“You can’t help but feel his pain,” She felt his breath against her lips as he spoke, his voice the same soft and soothing as she’s known it to be, “But you can decide what you do with it.”

She shook her head gently and pulled away, but still letting Charles’ hand rest against her cheek. “It’s not just-” she whispered to him, mouth feeling dry as her eyes avoided his, trying to piece her thoughts together. His hand slid down to the base of her neck, guiding her eyes to his. She licked her lips before she swallowed. “I barely knew Darwin, but he killed him right in front of us. And it was cruel and scary and I couldn’t even make myself look at it when it happened.”

“I know.” Charles brought his other hand up to brush away slow falling tears she hadn’t even known began to escape. He voiced nothing but concern, letting her continue as if he knew what she was going to say next. 

Her hands reached up to wrap around his wrists, not to pull his hands away from her, but to simply hold onto them. Almost as if they were an anchor to make up for the tears she now felt were falling faster down her face as she realized. “For the first time, I think I want something, I feel this anger and fear, because of my head. I saw it first and I felt it first. It’s mine, and now I have a real responsibility to take care of it.”

“Not with murder.” Her hands tightened around his wrists as he brought her face closer to his own. A frown on his face as he desperately told her, “I meant it when I told you that we would figure this out together. You told me you were never your own person, that you don’t even know yourself. We were - we are - going to bring you into existence. I beg you, Y/N, don’t let yourself be brought into this world as a murderer.”

His words, as beautiful as they were, only half registered within her brain. All she found herself focusing on then was how close he was. She would think back later and come to realize that it was because the only thing making her tears stop and giving her the will not to commit a murder was the prospect of approval she would get from a man like him. From someone who could never understand her struggle, someone who never tried to or tried to make her feel as though there was some way out. From someone who wanted to build on it and show her the strength she could find within it.

Realistically, she knew he would have a few words for her if she ever outwardly admitted to him that she used approval as a means for bettering herself, but it was the best she could do at the time being.

Charles’ brows furrowed as he watched her face, spaced out and regarding him with an expression not even he could read. Somewhere deep down, though, he knew he had gotten through to her. His lips curled up slightly, speaking lowly with amusement evident in his voice, “Now where did you go?”

Her eyes shot from his lips to his eyes once more. As quick as they made eye contact, she leaned forward to press her lips against his. Lips soft, she kissed him carefully, one hand moving to cup his face. Only in the last few moments did he respond to it by kissing back.

She pulled away, looking at him nervously and letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in. Her mouth was dry again. “I’m sorry-”

She was cut off by Charles’ lips on hers once more. She kissed back instantly, sighing into the kiss in content. Feeling Charles smirk against her lips and deepen the kiss, she put both hands behind his neck, pulling his body closer to hers. He took her lower lip between his teeth, pulling slightly as he let his hands trail down her body to her waist, pulling her to make sure there wasn’t the slightest gap between their bodies.

Their lips broke apart, but only long enough to allow for a quick breath. Charles pushed his lips back into hers as her hands snaked down to the collar of his dress shirt, playing carefully with the top button.

Eventually, their lips broke apart as they caught their breath. Bodies still pressed together, Charles leant forward to rest his forehead onto hers, her eyes still close, for a moment before pressing a kiss to it. He placed his chin on top of her head and rested there, her head resting against the crook of his neck as she felt him - anticipating what it would feel like to feel nothing but him.