#i actually regret not being born sooner

[hooked-on-elvis]

Elvis Presley attended a Nancy Sinatra show at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas, Nevada on August 6, 1970.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  how could you do that? i thought we were friends!  ❜ ❛  the world would be a better place without you in it.  ❜ ❛  don't even think about trying to beg for forgiveness.  ❜ ❛  do you have any idea how much harm you've caused?  ❜ ❛  i don't ever want to see your face again!  ❜ ❛  i promise you i'm going to make your life a living hell.  ❜ ❛  the others may be able to ignore the past, but i surely won't.  ❜ ❛  if you ever hurt them, i swear, i won't hesitate to punch you.  ❜ ❛  don't even try and act friendly with me.  ❜ ❛  that's not a threat. it's a promise.  ❜ ❛  i'm not the same helpless little girl i used to be. now i can finally defend myself against you.  ❜ ❛  you lay one hand on me and it'll be the last thing you ever do.  ❜ ❛  it's about time you finally get what's been coming to you for years.  ❜ ❛  actually, you're not as bad as people say. you are so much worse.  ❜ ❛  tell me one good reason why i should believe anything you say.  ❜ ❛  oh look, it's the useless one again.  ❜ ❛  i'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance.  ❜ ❛  how anyone can stand being in the same room as you is beyond me.  ❜ ❛  that's a low blow. even for you.  ❜ ❛  unless you want to end up with my fist in your face, i'd rather shut my mouth.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could be there when you finally get what's coming to you.  ❜ ❛  i wish you'd never been born!  ❜ ❛  fuck you! this is all your fault!  ❜ ❛  have you lost your mind?!  ❜ ❛  you betrayed us and still you think you can think you can just waltz back in here like nothing ever happened?  ❜ ❛  no! i've had enough with you. go to hell!  ❜ ❛  i want you to go and never come back. and if you do, i promise you'll regret it.  ❜ ❛  do you have another clever idea to get us killed?  ❜ ❛  name one good reason why i shouldn't hurt you right now.  ❜ ❛  next time we see each other i won't be so nice.  ❜ ❛  is this supposed to scare me?  ❜ ❛  i can't believe i ever trusted you ...  ❜ ❛  you should have killed me when you had the chance.  ❜ ❛  come any closer and you'll regret it.  ❜ ❛  you may win this time ... but i will get my revenge sooner or later.  ❜ ❛  are you threatening me?  ❜ ❛  and you can go to hell for all i care.  ❜ ❛  lay one hand on them and i'll make sure you won't ever be able to lay a hand on anyone ever again.  ❜ ❛  i'm not your friend! i never was, i never will be.  ❜ ❛  i'll make you regret the day you were born.  ❜

[waayfo]

To you, who have lost yourself:

aventurine x gn!reader. a/n : guess who just broke up w their first ever bf 🤓☝️ tags. light angst, (not rlly) hurt/comfort, breakups, mainly just aven’s letter 4u. might add p2 but idk

Everything went like a dream at first; everything tastes sweet, all of Aventurine's demeanor and words always leave an impression on your mind. He was born to be a gentleman, you think.

But you should know more than anyone, that every sweet attitude and speech is a trap. A trap that pushes you over the edge of a cliff.

The cliff is that will lead you to an endless darkness.

“You look breathtaking, Ves'tacha.” and his hand always guides you.

You always loved it when you woke up in the morning, and looked at him still asleep in awe. How can there be a human who looks so stunning?

Stroking his hair, you always say good morning as soon as you see him start to open his eyes. The birds are chirping, and you both are still rotting in bed.

But saying goodbye was never in your vision. The ‘in the end, everyone you’ve ever loved will became a lesson’ was never be your wish. But you can't deny that not falling for sweet words is a lesson for you.

“This is not your fault, but mine. I.. i just need some time alone.” you are now reluctant to hear the words that came out of his mouth.

“But not breakup!” You can’t help but try to hold back your tears. But all you heard next were excuses coming out of his mouth.

How many days have passed since that day? You don't remember it anymore. You start to overworking yourself to forget it.

Forgetting how to eat on time, and how you miss sleeping with someone in your arms.

That first week was like hell, all you remember is crying. Staring at the letter you were holding, you just listened silently to Topaz—your ex's friend—excuse herself.

You ignore the letter for eight days, reluctant to open and read it. Or maybe you are afraid that you will remember everything again?

Day nine, you try to read it. Aventurine's handwriting that you've been missing all this time is clearly visible on the letter.

The “For you, who have lost yourself” writing is clearly visible on the front of the letter, written a little large by purpose.

‘Dearest,

I hope this letter is delivered safely to you.

I don't want to take back my apology. I also don't regret knowing you all this time. I can be happy and finding out about happiness all this time thanks to you. I can feel what love is thanks to you. I can live and love this life thanks to you. The other side of my heart desperately seeking for you, but it’s all too late now..

I can’t change the fact that i’ve hurt you— someone who loved me, also who’s important to me.

After spending a lot of time thinking and asking Topaz for advice, I decided to write a letter of apology—or rather the words I wish I could have said to you sooner:

Your presence always brings calm to me. I don't know how I can describe all the things you make me feel. And you are appreciated, please remember that well. You must love yourself more than you love other people.

I’m very proud of you. You are enough just as you are.

And I never lie when I praise you. I never lie when I say 'I love you'. I didn't lie when I confessed my feelings to you at that time. I never lie about everything I do and say to you.

I'm sorry I couldn't say this sooner.

I'm sorry I didn't have the courage to tell you everything, especially my past.

I'm sorry for being such a coward hiding behind my words.

I'm sorry I didn't say this directly because I knew you would hate me

I’m sorry for all my mistakes.

It was while writing this letter that I realized the real reason I asked to break up; I want you to find someone better than me. Who doesn't just rely on his words even though he is actually a coward.

All my apologies are not enough to replace your feelings which were hurt because of my actions and words.

‘To love is to let go.’ That's the advice Topaz gave me. And it took eight days for me to understand it.

So please, find someone better than me.‘

[noxxchive]

✦ Dazai and Chuuya childhood headcanons (2/2) ✦

part 1

!!! THIS POST CONTAINS STORMBRINGER SPOILERS !!!

♫ Orchard - OMORI

✧ warnings : STORMBRINGER SPOILERS・mentions of s*icide, death, hospitalization, alcoholism, etc.・angst・pure angst…・ooc (???)

✧ a/n : got way too long im sorr… but I love chuuya so much and all these headcanons have been eating dust in the back of my head and im so happy (lie) to finally post them

w/c : 950

!!! these are just personal headcanons and are not accurate to the canon story !!!

✦ Chuuya :

Chuuya’s parents weren’t blessed with a child even after years of marriage…

…So when he was born, they were so happy that they celebrated 3 days and nights (like the real Chuuya Nakahara !!)

Such a sweet boy… very polite and a tiny bit shy

He actually had an amazing bond with both his parents

And they loved him a lot, too!

How mini Chuuya would help his mom around the house, how he would randomly tell her that he loves her :,^)

Chuuya was probably interested in his father’s work (military doctor, like the real Chuuya’s father!!)

AUGHH he would peek at his dad working with those big blue curious eyes

Also, unlike Dazai, I headcanon that Chuuya has siblings!

2 little sisters!!

When his first little sister was born, he was probably around 3 or 4

Was quick to grow attached to his sister

And when his second sister came around, he was around 7

Was very overprotective of his sisters, and had a big soft spot for them

Would piggyback carry their younger sister every morning to school while holding his other sisters hand

Brilliant kid

Adored by absolutely everyone and everything

Chuuya and the family dinners with the rest of the Nakahara family SIGHHH

His mom always worried about him not eating enough (even though he did.)

His dad developed this hobby and habit of checking Chuuya and his sisters’ heights and mark them on the wall

Chuuya wasn’t the happiest when he figured that his younger sister was nearly the same height as him…

And regarding Stormbringer and how he was put in a lab…

Ohhh how his mom was losing her mind over Chuuya’s father allowing such a thing

His family kind of… grew distant and fell apart from then on

Constant arguing between his parents while he was in the lab… how his sister would cover their younger sister’s ears each time they’d argue

She’d ask where Chuuya had gone every now and then, but it was like a forbidden topic in the house

His mom would either tear up or just lash out on his sister

And his dad would yell and cuss her out, saying things like “Goddammit stop asking stupid questions! He’s fine for god’s sake!!! Be patient and he’ll be back sooner than you think!!!”

Chuuya’s dad wasn’t very happy with the decision he made either

Regretting it like crazy and losing sleep, losing focus…

And once the news broke that their one and only son was dead (aka his clone… fuck stormbringer bro…)

His family was worse than ever before.

Chuuya’s dad cried… a lot. Fell into being an alcoholic for a long time

His sisters? Despite their young age and how they couldn’t wrap their heads around the idea of death…

They were devastated. Completely had their hearts and souls shattered

But his mom… she was the worst out of them all

It broke her so much that she couldn’t even cry over her son’s death

She was left in a daze, unaware of her surroundings and just… in her own world

Though, once it registered in her mind? How she would scream and cry at odd hours of the night, begging for Chuuya…

She would push away anyone who would try to comfort her, hit them and curse them out, only wanting Chuuya

Even though Chuuya’s ‘death’ had sunk in and she understood it, she’d scream at everyone to get away from her and that ‘only Chuuya can come close to her’

S*icide attempts became a regular thing

…the amount of times Chuuya’s dad was called during work hours and just rushed home to stop his wife from taking her life…

His sister lost sleep and stopped being the top student at school because of how difficult everything had become

Their younger sister was a bit better, considering she was small

But it still hurt, she’d call Chuuya out of habit, just to remember that he was never gonna answer her calling out to him

His mom’s situation got so bad that she was hospitalized for years

And even now that the entire Nakahara family has accepted Chuuya’s ‘death’

His mom hasn’t. She’s doing a lot better than before getting hospitalized but…

She always seems to be spaced out. She doesn’t smile or laugh, and even when she does… it seems forced and it’s only for a brief moment

His mom doesn’t talk much, not to anyone

She often spends her time talking to framed pictures of Chuuya. She still cries every now and then, but tries to hide it…

And honestly? I think that Chuuya has considered going back to his family

He’s coincidentally seen his sisters and made sure they got home safely from school/work while watching from afar… then return to his own work

It scares him to go back, not only because of him putting their lives on the line for being a mafia executive

But also because he’s supposed to be ‘dead’. That’s what his family believed and has learned to live with…

So if he were to show up at his childhood home, he’d make them confused

And he can’t even imagine how they would react if he were to go back

So Chuuya just watches over them from a distance…

But maybe, just maybe one day he’ll gather up the courage and listen to the voice in his head telling him to go back

That day won’t be anytime soon, not now. He can’t go back until he’s sure the time is right for him to do so.

Until then, Chuuya just prays that they’ll stay safe and alive…

That’s when he can return to his family, his home…

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine teasing Scoups for his crush on you but then one weekend away together you’re the one getting flustered

You realised Scoups had a thing for you pretty quickly mainly because Seventeen went out of their way to make you realise it. You were the leader of a group under the same label as Seventeen called Eos and actually debuted less than a year after Seventeen. So your groups interacted a lot and even trained together. A few weeks into training, you noticed how the Seventeen boys would all grab and nudge Scoups whenever you entered the room. If you had to partner up they'd shove Scoups towards you and stare whenever you talked or danced. So it was pretty easy to guess what was going on but you never said anything about it because you didn't want to embarrass Scoups. However after you debuted you stayed friends and that friendship grew...to the point where you were comfortable enough with Scoups to joke around with him. 

One week you were around at the Seventeen house and you were protecting the maknae as usual. You had a soft spot for Dino because you had a little brother the same age as him only born a few days earlier so he reminded you a lot of him. You always came to his defence and sided with him causing the guys to nickname you Dino's champion which Dino was fine with! When fighting 12 guys it helps to have a powerful woman in your corner.

The most recent pick-on-Dino topic was about a crush he had on one of the Stayc members. The boys and in particular Scoups were tormenting him for never saying anything to the girl about it. This has been going on for several minutes and Dino was bright pink. "Come on you've got to tell her how you feel!" Scoups said "how's she going to know if you never do anything?". You'd all had a little to drink and a comment slipped out before you could help it. "Funny for you to say that of all people Scoups" you called and everyone froze. "What?" he asked and deciding not to back down you smiled "you heard me" and stared at him until he got it. Scoups blushed and all the guys began to cheer as they got it. "She did not go there!" Seungkwan cried while Dk, Jeonghan, Joshua and Hoshi all started high-fiving you. You thought it was pretty funny when you said it but regretted it immediately after. When you stepped out of the room you began to panic. "Was that really mean?" you asked Joshua and Jeonghan "to tease him like that?". The guys, however, shook their heads "no Scoups laughed and he's a good sport, he won't be upset or offended" Joshua said and Jeonghan nodded "yeah and it's true! He was teasing Dino for doing the exact same thing he's doing". You blushed "I know but I just worried I'd gone too far?" when a voice asked "who's gone too far?". You turned to see Scoups standing there and froze but you couldn't lie so you admitted. "Me with my comment earlier. I was nervous I might've upset or offended you". Scoups shook his head "Nah not at all, it was funny and I actually enjoyed it". "You did?" you asked amazed and Scoups smiled "yeah...it was kinda hot" and walked away leaving you floored.

That comment stuck with you and the second you got home you had to share it. "He said it was hot" you said and your members all laughed before one of your members called B spoke, "well that makes sense". "It does?" you asked and she nodded "Jeonghan told me Scoups has a thing for being dominated, probably because he's the leader so he likes having someone else take the reigns and take control of him" she said. You did not know this and were shocked "oh..." you said and another member burst out laughing "she's blushing!" which made you blush even more and you all dissolved into laughter. The thing was everyone expected, sooner or later, something would happen with you and Scoups. You were both the same age, both leaders of your groups, clearly got on and had good chemistry so everyone thought it was straightforward but it wasn't to you. You were worried that a hook-up or anything like that would change your relationship for the worse. This was a tad irrational as your member Suki had been hooking up with Jeonghan for ages plus B and several other members had also slept with Seventeen guys over the years but you thought considering you and Scoups were the leaders it was different. You had more responsibility and actually really relied on each other when things were tough. When Scoups' mental health was bad he used to come to you because you'd had anxiety as a teenager and could help calm him down. When one of your members was forced to leave the group for false bullying allegations you were a wreck and didn't even know if you wanted to be an idol anymore but Scoups was there for you and drove you to practice every day. In a lot of ways you were already like the mom and dad of your groups and you worried that by making it more complicated you'd wreck that perfect balance you had. So you pretended your feelings for Scoups were just superficial and based on physical attraction when it actually went a lot deeper than that. In a Hybe Christmas raffle, Scoups won a voucher for a weekend spa trip and he and Jeonghan had been booked to go for ages but then the day before they were due to leave Jeonghan got ill and went to hospital. You rushed over the moment you heard and found Jeonghan assuring everyone he was okay. "I literally went to the hospital for a test that's it. I'm not that bad I just need sleep and rest" he explained while his members fussed over him. Seeing Jeonghan was getting annoyed Scoups called for everyone to leave the room when he spotted you. "Y/n...you came?" he said and Jeonghan spotted you. "Y/n!" he complained "I'm fine you didn't have to come all this way". You shot him a look "I heard you'd been to the hospital so there was no question of me coming, are you really okay?". "Yes it's just bad flu don't worry but actually I'm glad you're here". "You are?" you asked and Jeonghan nodded turning to Scoups. "So obviously I can't come to the spa with you" which you and Scoups protested. "But the treatments might help you!" Scoups said and you nodded "yes and I bet you can get treatments to improve congestion and sinuses". Jeonghan shook his head "I don't feel up to it and just want to sleep so it'd be a waste if I went but I know someone you can take instead" and he looked at you. It took you and Scoups a few seconds to get it and you immediately protested "Jeonghan I don't want to take your spot! You've been looking forward to it for ages". "I don't care about that" Jeonghan said "plus you've been so overworked lately haven't you Y/n?". "You have to be fair" Scoups nodded and Jeonghan continued "plus this is your first weekend off in weeks right?". This was all true and it was kind of making you wonder if Jeonghan had planned this somehow. "Plus how long has it been since you went to a spa?" Jeonghan asked and you shrugged "forever yes but aren't there any other members who deserve it more or who you'd rather take?" you asked Scoups. He shook his head "I can't think of anyone who deserves it more than you and I'd honestly prefer to be with you than any of the other guys". You blushed at how serious Scoups said that and paused "but don't we have to be there in like 2 hours?". "Yeah but it's only an hour drive!" Jeonghan cried "so Scoups drive Y/n to her house, she can pack, tell her members and then the two of you can go enjoy your weekend!". "You in?" Scoups asked you and you gave in "I'm in". So you both did as Jeonghan said and Scoups drove you to your house where you would rapidly pack. You brought Scoups in with you as he knew all your members and had been over tons of times. Everyone waved when they saw him and you explained the situation. "So I need to pack in like 10 minutes flat, B and Gia can you help me?" you asked and they jumped up ready to go. Scoups chuckled gently touching your arm "Y/n we have a little more time so don't rush yourself too much okay?". His eyes were so soft and caring that you struggled not to blush and nodded "okay". "I'll stay down here with your girls...oh are you watching Big Hero 6?" he asked and rushed to squeeze onto the sofa with them. You smiled as he stole some popcorn for the maknae making her whine and ruffled her hair before your members pulled you upstairs. "Okay so we're on a time limit so we've only got 1 minute for teasing" B said and they both launched into gushing over you. "Y/n this is so romantic" Gia said "a spa getaway together". "It's not romantic I'm just filling in for Jeonghan". "Yeah but out of 11 other guys he could've taken he took you" B said "because he lovesssss you" and you pushed her "isn't the minute up". "No that's just 30 seconds I'm timing on my watch" Gia replied and you rolled your eyes. "So with that in mind we have to pack accordingly" B said "there's a swimming pool right?". "Yes" you nodded and she smiled "so you have to wear that killer red suit! The bikini that makes your body look amazing!" she cried and you shook your head "no way! I'm not trying to seduce Scoups". "Ahh come on" Gia said and her and B began grabbing your sexiest clothes when you stopped them. "No I want to be conservative and friendly" so you selected some modest dresses and a swimsuit and placed them in your bag. "Can you guys grab my pyjamas and underwear while I go get my skincare stuff?". They nodded and rushed to help. When you returned your bag was all packed. "We even put your sleep pillow that you need to sleep in there too" Gia said and you smiled "thanks guy you're the best" and headed back downstairs. "Wow that was quick" Scoups said and B nodded "well she is the queen of organisation". Scoups smiled fondly "I know...so let's go. I figured he could grab a coffee for the drive and then head off". "Sounds great!" you smiled and said goodbye to all your members before getting into Scoups car. Once inside you sighed "I love your car" and Scoups laughed well aware of your obsession with it. "You're going to have to let me borrow it sometime" you said and Scoups smiled "hmmm maybe if you beg I'll give it you for an hour". "Only an hour!" you cried "what if I asked super nicely" and you turned towards him batting your eyes. Scoups looked at you and lasted 3 seconds before he had to turn away "yeah you can borrow it". You laughed "don't worry I'm only joking" and Scoups pretended he was too but he wasn't. He'd give you anything you wanted. The drive passed very quickly as it always did when you and Scoups were together. You arrived at the spa and got your bags out of the car. Scoups had two bags and was attempting to juggle both while he locked the car so you plucked one from his hands. "Hey..." he complained trying to carry it instead but you just started down the path leaving him with his bag. Scoups hurried after you and caught you in reception. He caught your arm and pulled you back around. "You don't have to carry my stuff!" he said and you shrugged "why not? I had a hand free and want to help you". Scoups smiled at you "you're too kind Y/n but it's okay give it" but you shook your head "everyone deserves someone to be kind to them". Scoups went to speak again when you both realised there was someone at the receptionist's desk and he was watching you both curiously. Scoups turned towards him and made for the desk. "Hello, we have a reservation at 1:00" and the man nodded "of course let me get you and your girlfriend all booked in". "Oh we're not together" Scoups said and you nodded "just friends". The man didn't look convinced by your words and glanced between you both "really?" he asked and Scoups laughed. You were amused by this guy's forwardness and nodded "yes we're just friends but really good friends". The man nodded but still seemed unconvinced "okay so here is your room key for you and your friend" he said handing them over "have a lovely stay". You and Scoups thanked him and then laughed together once you were out of sight. "What an odd person" Scoups commented and you nodded chuckling. You entered your room to see it was a beautiful suite. Everything smelled amazing and looked so clean. Scoups let out a sigh "this is the life, no boy smell or leftover socks on the floor". "Socks?" you asked and Scoups nodded "I live with 12 guys, there is always a pair of socks somewhere on the floor in the house". You nodded "makes sense, so our first treatment is in 30 minutes should we get ready and head down?". Scoups nodded "sounds good!" and took his bag heading into the bathroom "you get changed out here and tell me when you're done". You nodded and put your bag on the bed. You heard Scoups gasp and paused "Scoups? What's wrong?". "The bathroom is great too!" he called and you laughed...however you stopped smiling when you opened your bag. "Fuck!" you cried and you heard Scoups stop moving "You okay out there?". You nodded "yeah I just erm...I didn't check my bag before letting B and Gia pack it and they've chosen a kind of revealing swimsuit". "Oh?" Scoups asked and you nodded "and they've done the same for all my clothes...can you come out and tell me if you think they'll be okay?". "Sure give me one second" and you heard Scoups shuffling around. He appeared in a fluffy gown and nodded "show me". You held up the bikini and Scoups inspected it trying very hard not to picture you in it so he wouldn't blush. "It looks like a normal bikini. When you said revealing I thought it'd be worse". "Oh okay and the dress?" you asked holding that up and Scoups smiled "it's very pretty Y/n, you have nothing to worry about". You nodded "okay good I'll go get changed and took your bikini into the bathroom. You went straight down to the spa for your massages and weren't waiting long before you went into the room. The person said you could remove your gown and Scoups tried not to stare as you took yours off but you looked sensational. The red colour looked amazing on you and even the masseuses complimented you. You thanked her bashfully glancing at Scoups who was looking at his feet not trusting himself to raise his eyes any higher. As they were couples massages the masseuses interacted with the two of you. "So are you two..." the first one started and Scoups smiled "we're good friends who work together". "Ahhh" your masseuse said "how lovely for you to be here together then, it's nice you're so close. How long have you known one another?". You paused "is it four years or five?" you asked Scoups. "It will be five in May" he said and the masseuse smiled "that was pretty quick, I'm guessing you remember the first moment you met?". You honestly couldn't but Scoups nodded "I do actually. We're performers and I remember I was having a bad day because I woke up late and traffic was a nightmare. They told me I had a brand new dance partner who only just started today and I got annoyed because I figured I'd have to teach them everything but then you walked in and came right over to me when the staff pointed me out as your partner. You introduced yourself and began asking me all these technical questions, like did I want to stand beside you or behind you, could I hop over your leg or should I just to the side and tons of other minor modifications you could make to make it better for me. From your dedication and attention to detail, I knew right then that we'd get along". The masseuses told Scoups how sweet that was and you had to agree. You recalled meeting Scoups through being dance partners but couldn't remember that first interaction but it clearly had an impact on him. "Your friend is clearly very kind and sentimental" your masseuse said and you nodded "he is". After the massage you couldn't stop looking and Scoups and just feeling so grateful to be here with him. You had some time until your next treatment so explored the spa a little bit. Your first stop was the pool which was lovely and empty. You sat on the edge of the pool still wrapped in your robe and Scoups joined you. "That massage was so nice' you said and Scoups nodded "I feel so relaxed but I bet a week at work and my muscles will be all tense again". You laughed "yeah probably" and then paused as Scoups took off his robe and sunk into the water. You watched him for a smile thinking of how such a masculine-looking guy could be so sweet and soft with you. Your stomach fluttered as you began to wonder if he did have feelings for you and what that could mean. When you didn't join Scoups in the pool he looked up at you from the water "not getting in?". You hesitated and he smiled "it's nice a warm". The water glistened and his expression was very enticing so you agreed. You took your robe off and folded it up trying to hide behind it. You then tried to make your way into the pool as quickly as possible so it didn't seem like you were flaunting yourself. You rushed down the stairs into the pool and Scoups laughed "someone eager". You blushed "I just wanted to be covered". Scoups nodded "yeah I noticed that but for the record, you don't need to be self-conscious. I wasn't looking but from what I saw you're stunning". You blushed "thanks Scoups. You look good too". He blushed and changed the subject "wanna do some lengths?". You swam back and forth for a while before Scoups realised the small waterfall at the back of the pool has an alcove where you could sit behind the waterfall. "Wow, how many people do you reckon have made out back here?" you asked. Scoups laughed "hundreds, why are you offering?" he asked with a cheeky smile. "Maybe" you replied back staring at him with a serious expression. Scoups stared back at you, frozen by the situation before he shook his head and looked down "it's nice behind here" and he took a seat on the ledge. You joined him but could feel a slight tension in the air. You weren't sure why you'd said that to Scoups but hadn't been 100% joking. For a while now, you'd come to the realisation that if Scoups kissed you, you wouldn't push him away. Now more than ever you wanted him to kiss you and were done fearing what would happen if you became more. You just wanted Scoups. You eventually had to leave the pool for your manicure and pedicure treatments. Your hands and feets were pampered before being manicured and tidied. It felt like heaven and Scoups kept laughing at your expression. "Stop it!" you said but he couldn't stop laughing and that made you laugh. Scoups was obviously in a good mood because after that he kept making you and the staff working on you laugh 24/7. You loved when he acted playful and were both in fits of giggles. Your nails finished (and still giggling) you wandered into the sauna to calm down. Scoups let out a deep sigh as the heat hit him and you laughed. You had to remove your robe but it was so steamy you didn't mind. However, that did mean that when you turned to hang it up you lost Scoups. "Scoups?" you called and a hand appeared out of the fog. "I'm here" Scoups said catching your hand in his "the bench is this way" and he pulled you after him. He quickly came into view and you sat together. "This is so nice I could just fall asleep" you said and Scoups smiled "close your eyes, you can have a rest and I'll tell you when we should be heading off". So you did as Scoups aid and closed your eyes. You got more and more relaxed, your body loosening with each minute and eventually, you ended up leaning on Scoups. It took a few seconds for you to realise that it wasn't the bench but Scoups arm and you moved away "Sorry". "No don't move it's okay" Scoups said and you tentatively moved back resting against him. Scoups sat up taller so you could lean your head on his shoulder and it felt so natural and nice. You could feel Scoups pressed against you but didn't feel self-conscious or immodest. It just felt nice. However all things must come to an end and Scoups told you, the two of you should probably go get re-hydrated and get ready for your evening meal. You agreed with him and left together.

You went back to your room and drank the waters you'd brought back up from the cafe. Neither one of you wanted to move and sat on the bed beside one another chatting for half an hour before Scoups chuckled "okay if we want to make our dinner reservation we really should start moving, it's in 20 minutes". You smiled "I can easily get ready in 20 minutes, can you?". Scoups gasped "what? Of course I can!". "Are you sure because some of the guys have spoken about how you can take forever?". "This is slander!" Socups cried "I bet I'll be ready before you!". "You're on!" you grinned "bagsy the bathroom" and grabbed your stuff rushing into the room. 15 minutes later you stepped out expecting to find Scoups still doing his hair but he was sat on the bed patiently waiting dressed in a nice white shirt, trousers and fitted jacket. He was looking at his watch and smiled up at you "what a surprise, you took longer than me!". You playfully threw your bag at him and he caught it before setting it down and that was when he looked back up at you. There was no mistaking the look on his face and he gaped "wow" before he could even try and hide it. "I mean...wow you look really nice" he said and you went bright red. "Is it too revealing though?". Scoups quickly scanned you before shaking his head "not at all Y/n, you look amazing" and you blushed "so do you, that shirt really suits you" and you'd be lying if coming out to see him sat like that on the bed hadn't made your stomach do flips. Now it was Scolups turn to blush and he played with his hair nervously "thanks...should we get going?" and he held out his arm to you. You made your way down to the restaurant and noticed people looking as you walked in. You figured they were all appreciating Scoups and he assumed the same but with you. Scoups gave his name to the waiter and you were taken to a nice table in the back away from other tables. "Nice seats" you said going to sit down before realising Scoups was holding out the chair for you. You walked to him blushing slightly and couldn't see but he was blushing too. Everything on the menu sounded amazing so you ordered quickly and then were sat across from one another. "Thank you for bringing me today" you said "I've had a lovely time". "You're very welcome but it's not over yet" Scoups said popping the bottle you'd bought for the table. He poured you a glass and smiled "We should definitely do things like this more often". You agreed "definitely, to us" and clinked glasses in cheers. Your food came quickly and was so good. It was filling but not bloating and afterwards, you felt good. You were together finishing off your drinks when a waiter banged into the wall because he'd been staring at you. Scoups saw it happen but you just heard the noise and turned to see his scurrying away. "What happened?" you asked laughing and Scoups smiled "the waiter saw you and banged into a wall". You frowned "what? No...". "He did" Scoups said "he took one look at you and forgot what he was doing. You're dangerous Y/n". You blushed shaking your head but Scoups smiled "you're very beautiful Y/n I'm sure you're used to it". You pause "it's very kind of you to say" and Scoups shrugged "it's the truth". "It's just hard when you don't see yourself that way. I've noticed you don't like compliments". "I love them!" Scoups said and you laughed "so why every time I called you handsome today did you change the subject?". Scoups paused and shook his head "well I guess that's more to do with you". "With me?" you asked and he nodded "as in, sometimes when an insanely good-looking person compliments your looks it feels odd and is hard to believe". You'd learned Scoups would compliment you no matter your protests so just decided to address the latter. "Well believe it. I think you are incredibly attractive Scoups and I know lots of people do". "If you say so" he said as you shook your head "what's it going to take for you to believe people want you?". He shrugged "I don't know...I just never will I guess". You couldn't cope with that or this gorgeous man thinking nobody wanted him when that wasn't remotely true. "Scoups?". "Yeah?" he asked looking at you. "I want you" you said and his eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as your words sunk in. "You do?" he asked and you nodded "yes, I've always wanted you" and Scoups didn't have to ask what you meant. He could just  tell from your tone of voice and the way you were looking at him. "You can have me" he said and quickly put some money down on the table and took your hand leading you to your room. He unlocked the door easily and once inside there was a brief moment where you both stood staring at one another waiting to make the first move. "Y/n I just want you to know...you don't have to do anything with me, I like you no matter what happens". You smiled "I know and that's why I know this is the right thing to do. You're so kind it's so hot" and you kissed him. Scoups loved you making the first move and happily let you press him back against the door. He wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you in tighter and you just let your instincts take over. *** "I can't believe Jeonghan's plan worked" you said and Scoups looked at you laid next to him "you think he planned this?". You shrugged "maybe not getting ill but he definitely used it to his advantage...I just can't believe it worked out like they all said". Scoups smiled turning on his side so he was facing you. He traced your arm and stared at you "and how did they say it would end?". You laughed blushing "exactly like this, us getting together after just one night alone". Scoups smiled "well you are irresistible" and gently kissed you. "You're one to talk" you replied and Scoups beamed. He wrapped an arm around you and you came to lay on his chest. "You know...we don't have to tell them if you don't want" Scoups said. You paused "keep it a secret?". "Yeah but only if you want to, I'm more than happy to tell them or hide it. Whatever you want". You thought about it for a second before speaking "well if we keep it a secret then that means we have to hide it and I don't want that. I want to be able to hug and kiss you whenever I want...well within reason of course. I won't just march into practice and kiss you" you said but Scoups smirked "well you can if you want, I won't be mad" making you chuckled. "Yeah you'd love that wouldn't you?" you asked and Scoups smiled "just a little". You checked out of your room the next day and were both grinning from ear to ear. You had the same receptionist and he looked at your entwined hands and smiled "thought so" he said under his breath and you both laughed. "Yeah you must be psychic" Scoups said and the man shook his head "no, I just saw how you looked at each other" making you blush. The drive back passed so quickly because neither of you wanted to go back to real life. Scoups stopped at his place because that's where you'd left your car and he invited you in for a coffee and to tell the guys. You walked in hand in hand all ready...for nobody to be there. "Well this is anticlimactic" Scoups said and he walked into the kitchen but there was nobody there either. You heard someone in the dining room and went in to find Vernon there. "Oh hey Vernon" Scoups said taking your hand and Vernon nodded to you both "Hey did you have a nice time?". He didn't even look at your hands, he didn't notice. "Yeah we did...where is everyone?" Scoups asked and Vernon shrugged "outside maybe? I'm not sure". You headed into the living room and sure enough, everyone was outside. Scoups turned to you "you sure you're ready to tell them?". You were just thinking everything over when you heard a loud gasp and turned to see Dk and Seungkwan standing behind you. The two worst members to catch you. "Oh. My. God!" Seungkwan yelled looking at your hands and Dk screamed and ran outside "Y/n and Scoups are together!". All the guys turned and looked towards the doorway where you were now visible. "Scratch that" Scoups said and he led you outside. You reached the table and he smiled "hi everyone, I think you've met my girlfriend Y/n right?".   They all started going crazy cheering and celebrating. Money was exchanged between several people and Dk and Hoshi started bowing to Jeonghan. "So you two really couldn't go 24 hours alone together?" The8 asked and Scoups nodded. "Yeah, my girlfriend's hot and I'm proud of it" making you blush. You stayed with Scoups and his members all day before you had to go home. Scoups didn't want you to go and neither did you. You must've said goodbye 3 times before you finally made it to the front door. "Now this is goodbye for real this time" you told Scoups leaning in to kiss him and he agreed "okay" but the second you pulled away he set those beautiful eyes on you. "You sure you can't stay for one more drink?". "No!" you said laughing "I want to get home before it gets dark and we'll see each other tomorrow at work right?". Scoups nodded "right" and you smiled "so I'll see you then" and with a final kiss finally walked out of the door. You got in your car and only then did the situation hit you. You let out a happy squeal and relaxed back into your chair. This weekend couldn't have gone any better.

[corviids]

What would have been Aemond's reaction if, instead of Saera and Aenys, their first child was Val with his beautiful brown hair?

he’d be even more protective of valerion had he been born first. luke mentions in a chapter (i can’t remember which one) that aenys & saera were generally treated with warmth by those that did not like him bc it was easy to pretend that their kids were just aemond’s since they looked just like him. people got used to luke’s appearance, though the rumors of bastardary never went away, and aemond would worry about those being levied against his own child (queue aemond developing the concept of having regret for his past behavior lol)

aemond loves his kids but he also has an instinctual protectiveness of them. if valerion was born first, there’d probably be even more talks about his parentage just on the basis of luke’s own parentage being brought up and aemond wouldn’t humor them — he’d just get hostile. aemond knows valerion is his son and the idea that people might humor the thought that he’s not pisses aemond off.

also, if valerion was born first, i think lucemond’s relationship would’ve developed quicker because aemond would show to luke that he actually, y’know, cares about him and his feelings sooner. it’d also probably make everyone realize lucemond actually kinda love each other much sooner since aemond would probably stab someone if they insulted baby val (kinda like he does in misty dream just sooner)

[pillarofawesome]

"Does it hurt to get shot?"

Shepard must not have been asleep if that question was heard so easily. Eyes snapped open, head turned to the source of the query, and standing right next to the sun lounger was a small asari girl.

Couldn't have been older than... well, hard to tell with asari. Kid could be thirty Earth-years old for all Shepard knew. Still definitely a kid, though. A pair of eyes, one blue and one green, stared intently over a datapad clutched to her chest, a mixture of nervous regret for intruding and anticipation of an answer to her question in her gaze. Her dress had a floral pattern with African colors, a common fashion here in Rio de Janeiro. A few decades ago, it would have looked out of place on an asari. But with the relays down, the Milky Way was now a constellation of suspended melting pots. This girl was undoubtedly born and raised here. These were not "tourist clothes" for an "alien" girl making a novel visit to an alliance planet. These were just clothes, and she was home. Not a human, but undeniably an earthling now. Hell, she was even speaking English, although many asari were known to study multiple languages. They certainly had the time.

"What?" No sooner did Shepard ask that than immediately register the question. Now it had to be asked again. Shepard hated when that happened.

"Does it hurt to get shot?" The asari maiden repeated, quieter this time, face lowering to hide behind the datapad. She feared she was really being a bother, now.

Shepard was surprised to not mind the question. It would be a ridiculous question in days long past, but this was a new time with a new generation. This little girl didn't know and was genuinely curious. Shepard could recall having nothing but dumb questions to look forward to for a long time after being found and resuscitated ages ago. The most famous human in the galaxy- maybe the most famous person- was still alive. Shepard feared never hearing the end of it. What's that old saying? 'No rest for the wicked'? That was the second best adage describing Shepard's life following the Reapers behind 'it was the best of times, it was the worst of times'.

The war was actually over. No more action; just talking now. So much talking there was barely time to breathe or think. Options of what to answer or reply metaphorically floating in front of Shepard's face on a wheel, with every stupid answer to every stupid question feeling wrong. Statement this, report that, interview over there- with another Arabic-named journalist, ironically enough. There had been acceptance speeches, and many promotions offered (though Shepard only accepted one), followed by speaking tours. Then there were regular meetings with a biographer at some point. All of this was given only a brief reprieve by a stressful tenure as the commandant of the N-school at Vila Militar. After all of that, Shepard was now truly retired; finally too old and broken to even fly a desk these days.

"I-it's just that I thought I saw your face before," the girl continued. Shepard would kick Shepard's own head right now if it were possible. Shepard was lost in thought for so long that the unanswered kid was now feeling awkward. "So I looked you up," she said holding out and pointing at the datapad. "The internet said you fought in the war? I'm sorry!" She started to back up and turn away now. Come on, Shep, say something! You're embarrassing the poor little sweetheart.

"No no! It's okay," Shepard consoled with a raised palm. Straining a humbling amount, the old body augments feeling like dead weight these days, Shepard pulled up to a reclined posture, turned sideways, and set both feet on the ground to face the youngling properly. "I did fight in the war." For that to not be rhetorical, the girl must truly not be talking to the Captain Shepard, but merely an elder; an old veteran who witnessed the mythical conflict before her time that rescued her parents, making her very life possible. The near-anonymity Shepard had to this innocent child was a breath of fresh air.

She gestured with the datapad again. "It says here you were injured in combat?" Shepard cracked a grin at that, barely managing to catch an all out guffaw. 'Injured?' Is that all it said? The internet- the extranet lost its connection to all servers on other planets- was understating it just a little bit. "Yeah," Shepard replied, "you could say that."

The girl's lips pouted and her cheeks darkened a deeper shade of blue at that answer. She was sick of older people giving vague answers with knowing smirks. Everyone seemed to know something big abut the past that was flying over her head, and they weren't cluing her in. They were grinning at a naive little girl who didn't know any better, and here she was trying to learn; trying to understand. She wanted to show some attitude, but she bit her tongue, afraid she was already being rude to a stranger.

"And yes, it hurts to get shot." The girl's eyes snapped back to Shepard's at that. "The bullets themselves were atomically small, but they were projected with mass effect fields that carried a whirlwind of energy. Sometimes some other effects, too. When they pierced the skin, the bullet didn't do anything. The bolt of energy following it would go through and spread out." Shepard gestured with points of fingers and waves of hands between sentences. The asari was listening intently, and visibly trying to understand. Shepard remembered she was young, and opted to illustrate with an analogy. "It's like if a strike from a sledgehammer was contained in a needle, and injected straight into your body." After saying all of that, Shepard wondered if that imagery worked, or just sounded stupid. The "woah" from the wide-eyed youngster seemed to imply the former. Guns were actually the least terrifying weapon Shepard faced, but enough gory detail was being shared for now.

"You're lucky to be alive," she said after digesting everything. Shepard had to pause at that. It was hard to see it that way sometimes, but she was right. Shepard had suffered through so much, seen so much, lost so much, wondered so much. Why did so many have to die? Did so many have to die? What if I made different decisions? Would the ending have been the same no matter what I did, or did my choices matter? Where did the Normandy go? Did my crew survive? Where is the love of my two lives?

All the hustle and bustle following the war kept Shepard busy, putting off dwelling on it. Retirement had brought it all up at once, leaving Shepard in a dissociative state most days. But right here, right now, she was right.

"I'm glad you fought for us," she continued with a smile. "I'm glad you're not dead."

And with that, Shepard's dwellings could take a break for now. The earnest, raw, simple fact stated by this girl broke through all the what-ifs. Her mere existence was proof that despite the great cost, the war was won. Annihilation and extinction were at stake, but here we all were; battered, bruised, scarred, and scattered, but still alive. This beautiful, intuitive, emotionally-intelligent child was telling her elder it was all worth it, and she was right. It hurt to get shot, yes. And it hurt more to face all the other wounds from the war; physical and otherwise. But here sat Shepard victorious, having survived it all. And looking into Shepard's face was a generation who would never have to face such pain, living in a world that was healing from it.

"Thank you," Shepard finally responded, unable to catch the slight voice-crack. The asari girl smiled even brighter at that. She opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by a call from afar.

"Atalanta! Sweetie, time to go!" The parent was a silhouette standing in front of the setting sun. The shape looked human. They must be the father.

"Bye-bye!" said the earthling, using Earth lingo that again betrayed how local she was. Shepard echoed the farewell and waved as she ran off. Lying back down, Shepard allowed the broken warrior a rest, and finally caught a carefree nap. Shepard would go back to mourning later.

[svntxnc]

It was a personal issue.

this was inspired from a post from @creativepromptsforwriting ! thank you!

w/c: 484

warnings: attacking friends! but nothing else

more under the cut thingy

the sound of music playing.

the silence between the two of you.

and the loudest one, the sound of regret.

you were in your apartment as usual, playing truth or dare with friends.

and luckily enough the damn bottle landed on you.

ooh’s heard everywhere

and your friends being the friends they are they ask the most predictable question known to man.

“are you in love with someone right know?” Karina asks.

“no” you said, the room going silent for a moment.

“really? are you sure?” one of your closest friend says while smirking, lee Donghyuck.

“shut up” you say with a small smile on your face.

“dude what? we’ve been friends since we’ve been born and I don’t know about this?!” Mark says pretending to be hurt with his hand on his chest while smilling.

you let out a small chuckle.

“well actually-” haechan says as you hit his mouth with your hand when you realize what was about to be said.

and again, your friends being your friends, of course at least one of them had to say something.

“well, Markus, your friend of here has been in love with you for a while now” Johnny says, as you hit his head with a pillow letting go of haechans face.

you sit there. wanting to kill yourself, mostly your friends but you get it.

“what?” mark says.

“yeah, everyone knows, we thought you did too” Johnny says

“well I obviously didn’t” mark says.

“okayyy, anyways” Yeji says as she spins the bottle again.

you sit there, across from him wishing that your friends wouldve just shut their mouths.

a few minutes that felt like centuries pass by

“Y/N/N can we talk?” mark says.

you nod as you stand up following him.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he says with obvious sadness in his tone and eyes

you can’t say anything. why? simply because you don’t know why you didn’t tell him either.

standing unsurely, you look at him with empathy.

as you were about to speak up “I mean, it’s been so long since we’ve been friends, I just don’t get it”

“I’m sorry, mark”

“don’t apologize” he says while letting out a sigh

you feel bad. guilty. horrible.

you ask yourself again. “why didn’t you tell him?”

a million thoughts going through your head at once.

his voice breaks the silence.

“I’m not mad or anything, just wondering why you never told me” he says. noticing your face filled with regret.

“It was a personal issue.” you say

“You being in love with me kind of also involves me.” he says.

“can we talk about this another day? I’m not ready for this conversation right now.” you say tiredly.

“whatever you say little miss in love with me” he says jokingly in an attempt to tease you.

and god, you wish you told him sooner.

[saibug1022]

hi o/

for Lance and Apollo (+ Atlas, if you want!) - failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

and for Mattheo and Magnus (+ Callum, if you want!) - desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

thank you! 🌺

Lance Hartley (The Elementalists)

His biggest failure is probably nearly not getting into Penderghast. He became so disillusioned with his school work in high school that he slacked off a lot, to the point where he almost failed and couldn't graduate. He managed to scrape it all back together but originally his admission to Penderghast was denied and he had to fight tooth and nail to graduate, reapply, get accepted, and get a scholarship. As of bk3 no one knows this except his father and his sisters

Apollo Solaris (The Elementalists)

I'd say Apollo's biggest failure is actually a failure of his morals. He killed Raife at the end of bk1 and he's been haunted by it ever since. He feels disgusted with himself even if he doesn't really regret it.

Atlas Ernhardt (The Elementalists)

His biggest failure to him is between running and letting his foster parents die, not finding Apollo sooner, or getting trapped in the mirror dimension, all born from guilt of not being able to protect his family properly. As a result protecting his family is all he cares about, refusing to let them down again. It's why he gives the sun crystal to Kane to save Apollo

Mattheo Lazarin (Bloodbound)

I think Mattheo's greatest desire is just stability. He just wants his life to settle and the vampire and humans to find a balance and for the clanless to be accepted. He wants everything to settle so his life can follow suit, and he's not afraid to admit that but he is careful with how he admits it. He feels bad, feeling like the desire makes him selfish. Instead he hides behind what he does to fulfill that dream, which is doing things like helping the clanless, fighting Gaius, resisting Rheya, etc etc.

Magnus Bishop (Windverse/Laws of Attraction)

Magnus most wants to tear down most of the criminal justice system and he is NOT shy about it. This was the whole reason he became a laywer after all. But he knows he's not going to single-handedly reform the world so instead he uses the law that oppresses people as a weapon against the oppressors.

Callum Wyland (Hero)

(I'm so excited, I never get to talk about him)

Callum is kind of hard to nail down but that's also the biggest indicator of what he wants. He wants to find himself. Of course in the obvious of finding out where he's from, why he has these powers, how he ended up on earth, etc etc. But it's also in the sense that he has no idea what he wants to do. He knows he loves Kenji, he knows he wants to keep being a Hero, and he knows he isn't unhappy with his job, and he also knows that he doesn't want his life to look like that forever. The problem is he doesn't know what that future looks like. He wants to figure out what his dreams are. I don't think anyone knows because I don't think he's even quite figured that out himself. For now he's jsut stumbling along as the world unfolds before him and hoping that answers or the opportunity to find them come with it.

[casitafallz]

LRTL AU | Uncertain pathways

Mirabel didn’t regret punching Camilo.

Sure she hurt herself, and that was perhaps karma for doing so given she rarely let herself use violence as means of resolving frustrations. She was not a violent person by nature but the fact Camilo was being both stubborn and self-righteously dense in his belief, it was worth it.

She had thought his mood towards her older sister was more from a place of protection given what had happened but… it seemed now that had grown to outright hate for the sake of it. Not for her benefit. Not for her safety.

Now all of that could have cost her her sister and her Sobrino.

The notion of Isabela having a baby still was…novel to her. A baby boy as well as another sense of unexpected joy as well. She was eager to see the baby and hold him and love him but… not this soon. Camilo had put her unborn nephew at risk…when he didn’t need to.

Was this messier than what Isa did to her?

Mirabel liked to think so. At least only her was in danger that time… and at least Isa actually was remorseful about it too.

A baby was thrown into the risk beside Isa’s overall health and Camilo couldn’t seem to care less, which, Mirabel thought was worse in comparison. Isa seemed to have…learned. Not Camilo. Why was this such a horrible contrast between her family?

Why did this have to happen again?

“You okay, Mija?” Her mother’s voice was soft.

Mirabel looked up and smiled softly as her mother sat down beside her, taking her hand and gently rubbing over the bruise that still lingered there with her thumb. Mirabel had declined her mother’s food for the time being; it felt good to have it.

“Si, Mami.”

Julieta sighed deeply, “I’m sorry.”

Mirabel looked at her in surprise, “For what?”

Julieta paused for a moment, “I’ve been….far more absent in all of your lives than I realized when I…shouldn’t have. Kept you from…your sister.”

Oh.

Mirabel’s eyes dropped from her face to her knuckle again. She hadn’t…overly noticed too much. Her mother had been quiet and tired but Mirabel had put that to stress more than anything.

“Are you okay now, Ma?”

Her mother didn’t answer right away, her gaze not meeting her eyes. “I will be. It’s… a lot I’m working through emotionally.”

Mirabel’s eyes furrowed in concern. “You can talk to me, you know, Mama.”

Julieta smiled, leaning forwards and kissed her cheek. “I know, but some things are still for adults. You’ve been through a lot and…your Abuelita’s is brutally blunt.”

The concern didn’t feel any less, but she supposed that… maybe her mother had a way to handle whatever was troubling her. “So…” Mirabel opted to change the topic, “I’m gonna be a Tia. You’re gonna be an Abuela.” She grinned, “Are you gonna be called Abuela Julieta or just Abuela?” she nudged her a little as she spoke,

Julieta’s face froze a little. “I’m going to be an Abuela….” Her voice was faint.

Mirabel’s smile faded a little, “Si, Mama. Abuela gonna be Bisabulea.” She gave her mother a soft look, “I thought Papa told you.”

Julieta blinked for a moment then nodded, “I…he did.” Her voice went a little higher, “I just…didn’t think too much about it…what it could mean.”

And now, Mirabel realized she had probably poked a hornet’s nest. Still, she supposed her mother would have had to come to terms with it sooner or later. More so sooner so she could help when the baby’s ready to be born.

“Hm, and Pa’s gonna be an Abuelo.” Mirabel chuckled. “I’ve already made the baby a hat. Of course, before I knew it was a boy, it was neutral colors. I’m not sure if Isa’s opened the present yet. She’s probably waiting for later. I plan to make a little blue knitted one now.” She could already think up a few designs. The knot hat was cute but now, she could make it personal. She bet Isa would definitely appreciate that.

“Oh…” Julieta huffed out deeply, “We’re going to have to sort out a lot…”

“I’m sure Abuelita’s got it sorted, I doubt Isa’s gonna just move back to Casita for the space when Camilo can’t get his head out of his—“

Julieta groaned softly, interrupting her. “Right… we need to get the mess with Camilo sorted.”

“What? You thought Isa would move back on the basis of the baby? After…all the shit she’d been put through?” After what she had been put through as well? But Mirabel didn’t mention that part. She did…like the space and it was comfortable; Abuelita was right to have Isa live away but… she didn’t want Isa to be unwelcome. Casita should still be her home.

But now, she supposed it was going to be the worse place for her to be: Camilo and his attitude problem, but also now Parce. She hadn’t seen what sort of damage had been done but... it was done.

“I…wasn’t thinking.” Julieta moved, standing up. “You’re Tia’s too on the defenses about Camilo.. I’ll need to have another talk with her.”

“Didn’t Tia throw a storm at Tio?” Sure, the rain had tapered off now but it had picked up rather harshly again. She hadn’t clocked onto what the issues were besides seeing Tio Felix leave his and Tia’s room in a huff but…she supposed that it made sense Tia was more on Camilo’s side. Camilo was a mama’s boy.

Annoyingly so.

“I’m…not going to get into the middle of their affairs.”

Clearly knowledge with experience, Mirabel noted so she left it at that. Antonio’s door opened, and the flurry of animals thumped across the balcony before both their heads turned and watched as the 5 year old hurriedly excitedly with his armload of paper.

“Mirabel, Let’s go visit Isa!”

  -

Abuelito had been the one to stay with her, as Isa lay in the clinic’s temporary bedding so she happily laid to rest, letting him talk and navigate a one-sided conversation, the distinct tobacco smell off his clothes seemed oddly comforting as well as he knitted. His smoking habits had seemed to return a little more, it seemed. 

Bella kept popping her head in often, giving her food and water, even a few new pills of vitamins and some she knew were simply to keep the baby healthy and to destress her. She didn’t see a fault in that; she wanted to keep the baby in as long as it needed.

“Have you thought of a name?” Abuelito asked, “I’m almost finished. All I need is the initials.”

Isabela didn’t raise her head, though she smiled softly as she looked at his work. It was beautiful, mostly a shell pattern across but while it was most indigo blue, it seemed to gradient off into white with almost a lacy patterned edging. She had watched at work and even tried herself but this was still stunning to watch him finish up the last corner so easily and quickly.

“Since we know it’s a boy…. I wanted to ask if I could call him Dante, after Tio Dante.” Isabela raised her head, noting how he seemed to pause with his wool though he nodded softly.

“I see.”

“I don’t have to, it’s just an idol thought. If it was a girl, I was gonna call her Dahlia, after the flower.” Isabela didn’t necessarily backtrack but she didn’t want to push any buttons. “I had planned to talk to Fran about them earlier.”

“I think… your Abuelita should be the one to ask. I’m okay with it, if that’s what you want to name him.” Abuelito remarked softly, gently cut the line. “If you stick with a D as a first name, then I can put the initials in now.”

Isabela snorted softly. “I suppose. There’s always Danilo or…Diego… or Dominic.”

A pleasant silence settled between them though she watched as he pulled his kit closer and treaded up a large needle with white wool and began to gently start stitching.

But, the peace didn’t last long before the door opened and—

“Isa!” Antonio’s voice was sharp, echoing loudly into the small room, Abuelito slipped with the needle and stabbed himself in the finger

“Indoor voices, Toñito!” Mirabel’s voice was soft, quickly catching up before the kid.

Isa blinked in surprise, sitting up swiftly though hissed sharply as the movement pulled at her injuries.

Antonio, a little oblivious, hurried in full of excitement and dumped his little armload of paper onto the side of her bed and all over the floor.

“Oh no.” Antonio didn’t look put off, bending down out of her line of sight and began to pick them back up. “Sorry! I spilled them. I’ll pick them up!” He declared.

Isa watched him for a moment before wordlessly glancing to Mirabel who seemed to watch him with a fondness.

“He spent a good portion of the afternoon on these.” Mirabel started off, “Didn’t you, Toñito?”

“Yes, well why not?” Antonio’s head popped up, looking very hopeful. “I’m very, very, very, very sorry about Parce, Isa. I made your cards to help you get better and…and I hope I gets first holds of the baby!”

Isa’s eyes flickered down to the sheets though the sense of bewilderness hadn’t entirely left her, she found herself pulling a few pieces of crude child drawings towards her.

Clearly, he had put a lot of effort into them, mostly stick figures, a few animals, balls with faces in the spidery hands of what she assumed was her holding the baby with him next to her, then there were a few just of animals—probably gotten side-tracked in his drawings and reverted back to his interests.

“Can you find her the card?” Mirabel guided.

Antonio’s curls bounced swiftly as he nodded then began to look through.

Isabela watched though…she couldn’t say she had interacted too much with Antonio at all…ever really. In passing it had been brief but they were otherwise so...different. Not to mention the sixteen years between them didn’t make it all too easy to talk with the kid.

Still, she’d humor him. She had to get better with kids if she was going to be having her own soon.

“Abuelito!” Mirabel finally noticed their grandparent, moving off to hug him.

“Ah, Mirabel.” Abuelito pulled his bleeding thumb from his mouth, gently coming to allow a soft hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“Is that a baby blanket?” Mirabel got distracted as she noticed his work.

“Here it is!” Antonio pulled her attention away as the two began to talk and gush about the baby’s presence. In his hands, he held out a single folded piece of paper, again one with a drawing on the front before she took it with a soft smile and carefully set it down to open it up.

To Isabella

I aM VeRy SoorrRy AboT ParCce.

CaMillO iS StuPid HeaD.

LoTs oF LovE

AnTonio

It was very rough and it seemed at least he had written it himself; not Tia Pepa writing in for him given the spelling and mishap of letters that were spread unevenly across the page but…she did

“Do you like it?” Antonio asked nervously, “I spelled and writed it all myself.”

“I can tell.” Isabela gently folded it shut, “Thank you, it’s a very….thoughtful card.” She answered.

Antonio lit up happy. “Does it mean you’ll let me hold the baby after you’ve done cooking it?”

Isabela leaned back onto her injured side, and patted the space available for him to clamber up on. Antonio didn’t hesitate to climb but she could see he was being very careful not to touch her. Probably worried. His eyes lingered on her arm for a longer moment which dampened his excited face as he settled, letting his feet swing off the side.

“We’ll have to see when he’s born, okay?”

“he? It’s a boy baby?”

Isabela nodded, “So far, Si.”

“Yay! I won’t be the youngest boy in the family for much longer!” He clapped his hands, “how long until he’s done?”

Isa sucked in a thoughtful breath, “Hopefully… as long as no one stressed me out too much, another two months.”

“Two months?!” he looked shocked, “But you’re not fat enough to be this far done!”

“Antonio!” Mirabel gasped as Isabela snorted.

“What?” Antonio looked at her innocently and confused, “I thought babies make women fatter when it’s near born? Señora Gutiérrez is really, really big!”

“Señora Gutiérrez is carrying twins, Toñito!” Mirabel flushed pink, “Isa, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Isabela waved off the apology though she couldn’t but be amused at his innocent antics. He probably had no idea about how babies to made outside passing remarks and passive observation.

“So? One baby would make her half as fat. Wouldn’t Isa be bigger if she had a baby in her belly when it’s only 2 months away?” he frowned at her stomach, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay,” Isa hesitantly patted his back, “It’s still there, and just… something I inherited from my Abuela’s side of the family. Mirabel and Luisa also have the same potential to have a very hidden baby when they have children.”

“Wait, we do?” That caught Mirabel’s attention, she turned to Abuelito swiftly “We do?!”

“You’re not dating anyone, you don’t need to worry.” Abuelito assured, “Your Abuelita did mention telling you about it, did she not?”

“I didn’t think me or Luisa were part of that! Oh, we’re all gonna have to be so careful!” Mirabel nervously chewed on her nails for a second, “At least you’re right. I’m not seeing anyone. I can wait…..probably until I’m twenty to think about dating...”

As Mirabel continued to mumble, Isa turned back to Antonio.

“So…there’s a whole baby in there?” He pointed a finger to her belly.

“Si.”

Antonio stared down at the belly still, clearly trying to understand, looking like he wanted to prod her stomach to be certain.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

Isa sighed though gently took his hand and pressed it to the most prominent place of contact. It took a few seconds until she felt a flutter that hit in that area before Antonio pulled his hand away.

“Ew.”

“Toñito, that was the baby.” Mirabel chuckled, “You know, you used to do that as well in your Mami’s belly. We could even see your elbow or even foot as well every time you moved and kicked”

Antonio looked a little horrified. “How did I end up in Mama’s belly to do that?!”

“Why don’t you ask your Mami all about that?” Isa suggested slyly. “She knows all about how babies are made.”

“Isa…” Mirabel gave her a look.

“What? He’s going to ask sooner or later. Would you rather he asked his animals like Parce how they make babies?” She liked to think she had a point and was innocent but if anything she was feeling that Tia Pepa could do with a distraction.

“Wait, Parce knows too?” Antonio perked up at the prospect of learning from other sources.

“You know what, why don’t we go and visit your mother,” Mirabel hopped off the chair but surprisingly, Abuelito got there first by folding up the blanket and was on his feet before she could take a step forwards

“Actually, may I join you? I need to talk to your Abuela as well.”

“Are you sure?” Mirabel spoke, looking a little concerned, “It’s… a little tense at Casita.”

Isa raised her head a little at that but…it felt oddly nice to hear it. Were they upset about what happened? Mirabel seemed very upset and Antonio so… it seemed she at least had some people in her corner.

It really shouldn’t have come to her getting mauled for that really…though she was glad Mirabel seemed willing to stay in the room with her, even if it wasn’t the first time. She still half expected Mirabel to keep more of a distance.

“I don’t expect less in your household at the moment, given the circumstances.” Abuelito smiled fondly, “We’re taking the rest of Isa’s belongings from her room that she’ll need since she won’t be returning.”

“Wait, at all?”

Isa purposely didn’t answer but she had already talked with Abuelito about it. They already said they’d cope with the baby when he was born so…she was content with her decision. The baby would be safe with her at her grandparents’ house. Not Casita. Not with Camilo and certainly not around Antonio’s animals.

The three of them left her in peace and quiet so Isa got herself comfortable, collecting up the sheets of Antonio’s drawings into a neat pile underneath Abuelito’s hand-made baby blanket before she let herself nap.

 -

 The mood at Casita wasn’t any better, Mirabel found. The wind had picked up and the rain poured with thunder growling in the sky. Antonio huddled into her side as they walked, clutching at her skirt. In most cases, Antonio was never weary of the thunder. Mirabel knew that he had been hearing it since before he was born whenever Tia had her mood swings to find it a constant and comfort but it seemed today, it was not a comforting echo of thunder that he could listen to.

The sound of raised voices didn’t bode well as they crossed the threshold, Casita giving a sad wiggle of tiles but seemed to direct the trio to seats underneath the balcony.

Luisa sat with a book on her lap, surprisingly her hair was down though it seemed their mother was gently platting the front away from her face as she read. Though given her sister’s eyes weren’t moving across the page a lot, it seemed like she was distracted.

Not that Mirabel expected less given the weather.

“Are they still arguing?” Mirabel asked, sparing a look at her Tia’s door.

“It cooled down for about…ten minutes before Felix returned to talk. Abuela went in to discuss Camilo’s punishments and… well it’s been an hour since. I can’t see she’s very gotten far.” Julieta spoke, eyeing the door with concern.

“Well, I hope he gets severely punished still.” Antonio declared, with his hands on his hips and looking adorable despite his clear attempt to be serious, “he used my friends and almost killed a baby so he should!”

Luisa looked up worriedly from the page. “How…How is she?”

“Resting, no current risks,” Abuelito assured, drifting over to kiss Luisa on the cheek and going as far as to give Julieta a hug as well. “Now, May I borrow some hands? Isa’s asked for some more of her belongings to be brought down.”

“I can help.” Luisa rose to her feet, her hair falling from Julieta’s fingers. “Sorry,” She added down to her mother. Julieta sighed though held out a ribbon.

“It’s almost done, let me just tie it off at least.”

Mirabel led Antonio away towards the kitchen, getting him a snack and a drink first before he took his leave as a Pico dropped onto his shoulder and began to squawk about his day.

Mirabel found herself a little lost on what to do, aside from avoiding the weather, she could go to her room, and make a start on the little hat she had planned.

Her eyes slid across to the doors again, landing on Dolores’s door for a moment before she found herself walking towards it and gently knocked.

It took a few moments before the door opened and Dolores’s tired face appeared, wordlessly, she was nodded in.

“Are you okay?” Mirabel asked as she slipped in, shutting the door quietly after her though her eyes lingered around to see…Dolores’s room looked oddly empty. A bag packed and oddly organized. There were square tiles of triangular-shaped foam also packed in different bags. Like…Dolores was moving.

“I…suppose.” Dolores sighed, coming to sit down at the end of her bed.

“Are you...leaving?” Mirabel asked in alarm.

“No….well, I’ll be moving in with Mariano for two weeks to get a break away from this…mess. “Gesturing to the door. “I asked Pa if I could as well so…he knows. He’d told Abuela but… I don’t think she’s going to fight him on that. He knows I need this. He’d rather know and help than have me sneak out the house behind their back and risk getting hurt or lost”

“Does Tia know?”

Dolores shrugged, “She’s too focused on Camilo right now. She’s….too loud to approach just now anyway, you know....”

Mirabel winced in sympathy. But, she supposed if Isa had benefited from loving away, it made sense Dolores needed the space as well given the new mess that happened because of her brother.

“I hope it goes well for you.” Mirabel reached forwards, coming to hug Dolores’s shoulders. “Have you got any good plans?”

“Hm, well, now that you mention it. We’re going to go camping mid-week for a few days. Far enough that Encanto will be background noise for me.” Her eyes seemed to light up. “Just us. As a couple.”

Mirabel smiled deeply. “I really hope it goes amazing for you then. Did you need me to make you anything? A new head wrap for sleeping? A new nightgown? I kinda want to be busy right now.”

Dolores pondered thoughtfully before she reached over and pulled out her set of ear muffs and held them out. “Do you think you could make a night-time version of these? They keep slipping off during the night.”

Mirabel nodded excitedly. Certainly sounded like a good project to start and one that could be appreciated and needed. Dolores deserved a break and a chance of a normal relationship. This house was… a mess. Mirabel knew she could handle it and try to help. Her mother seemed to be a little more proactive now which was a good start and her father was certainly a little less stressed now. She hadn’t dared wake him up given she had passed him napping in a hammock to get up here. How he stayed asleep in this weather, she had no idea but she wouldn’t wake him either if he needed it.

“I’ll get started right away.”

 -

 Dolores watched her Prima leave with a skip in her step away, letting out a heavy sigh of relief as the door swung shut and left her alone again. She rose to her feet again, coming to her closed, roller desk, and pulled it open.

Inside, laid sheets of paper and her scribbles before she dug out the map and unfolded it, and began to continue to copy it out into a fresh page.

This was an old map, and while she knew the mountains had disfigured the traditional means of using it against old pathways out, she knew she had to at least get the general locations down for there to be a chance of a way out.

Dolores knew she was playing a risky game but this was her final part in it before she’d think more for herself.

She knew what Mateo Marquez wanted; a way out. Dolores could hear the anger the sister had every time his name was mentioned but also how anxious the woman was now she couldn’t find him given he had escaped through his bedroom window after she had beaten him. There was no mistake in her eye that Sofia Marquez would kill him in her next rage if they were to meet again.

There were many secrets that his family had that she knew she couldn’t simply share, the fact that Señor Marquez had wound up killing his abusive wife was one of them. She hadn’t understood back then what she had heard, she had only been seven at the time. Everyone thought she had died accidentally falling off a balcony when drunk. Señor Marquez pretty much avoided all types of conflicts himself now, even mildly addicted to some sedatives his daughter put in his morning coffee to keep him compliant.

How Mateo had a kind heart was beyond her but the fact he didn’t want to be like his mother or sister said a lot. He wanted to be there for his son… but he needed to leave. His hiding place kept him alive and secretly hidden from his sister and her probing questions for now. Francesca’s plan of keeping him quiet from her own family did seem to work out well; Sofia had no reason to suspect them of lying if they were genuine in their responses.

Dolores wasn’t stupid to know what would or could happen.

Given the hypocritical mess and the high chance of losing the baby, she’d rather Isa went with him. Give them a chance to be a small but happy family.

But, she was getting ahead of herself; Isa would certainly reunite with Mateo first before any decisions were final.

For now, Dolores busied herself with her maps, the sounds pleasantly scratching at her ears at the same time Mariano was idly humming a soft tune as he worked in town.

  -

Fran was glad to be allowed out of her room, having already taken the time to reorganize it to fit a small bed and squished her furniture out of the day to make space, taking the time to feed Mateo a few snacks as well as sneak him to the toilet for relief and a shower. She didn’t need man smell to bring up awkward questions again. As soon as he was done, redressed in both clothes and medical dressing, he was back under her bed and sketching designs of a baby crib in her old notebook for got bored of.

Now it was evening, before the evening meal and so, her mother retrieved Isabela from the temporary, clinic space. Her Abuelo was renting the building first to see if it’d work for their needs or if they’d need a completely new build to their specific requirements. Fran didn’t pay too much attention to the success of it really just yet.

Isa came looking very sallow and tried, her arm held up and wrapped up, hobbling a little as she walked to keep her weight off her leg though Fran led her back to her room to get her settled.

“Here, You take the big bed.”

As much as Fran wanted her own bed, she wasn’t stupid or selfish enough to forgo Isa’s needs. She wasn’t going to be responsible for the baby’s loss if she could help it. A big bed, more comfort and a big chance of the next two days in it, she was gonna need the space. It was only for a few days after all.

“it’s okay,” Isa mumbled, “I can take the small one.”

“No. I already swapped the sheets and put the clean set on the big one. Hush and get in.” She ordered.

Without much complaint, Isa complied and crawled straight onto the bed with a soft hiss and otherwise flopped and settled.

Underneath the bed, a box moved as Mateo’s face appeared between the gaps.

Fran gave him a soft look to hold off. “Isa…”

Isa looked up slowly, her chin settling on her pillow. “I know that tone… what do you want?”

The remark made her snort a little, rolling her eyes. “Look, just so you don’t freak out. Mateo is alive—“ Isa’s face brightened up as she said that, “and currently under the bed.”

“What?” Isabela blinked, wiggling a little to peek over the edge.

Taking the hint, Mateo winced as she moved a few boxes and wiggled his head out.

“Mateo!” Isa’s eyes widened as she saw him, slipping out of the bed onto the floor and pulling him immoderately into a kiss.

“Ugh.” Fran looked away. “You’re in my room and both fucked up by injuries. Don’t even do anything remotely sexual here!”

Isa pulled back, though it seemed a small flurry of flowers seemed to pop up around the window without much thought as she cupped his face. “I’m so happy to see you!” she whispered.

Mateo seemed also swept up in the moment as well though he winced a little as he moved, a hand coming to her stomach briefly then to her face to cup her cheek. Though his face morphed into concern as he saw her bandages. “What happened?”

“More shit hit the fan by the Madrigals.” Fran called, “Mateo, my mama’s gonna bring food in in a minute so hide again. As long as Isa’s resting, you can talk as much as you want in daytime hours. Once the lights are out, we all got to sleep.”

“Si, ma’am.” Mateo mockingly saluted after her.

[bohemian-nights]

In your Dettles fanfic "To every season" thier first child passes away but what if he did live? How would Daemon react to seeing Nettles and their son and how would their son react to him? Just a little what if scenario 🤗

Okay so first off, Daemon would feel just a severe amount of guilt.

Now he already feels highly guilty for being away from his Netty for five years, even though the reasons why they were separated for so long weren’t within his control, but he’s able to hide it better. When he finds out that she gave birth to their son and raised him for the first years of his life, he feels like a failure.

He starts to feel and voice that he should’ve pushed himself. He should’ve remembered sooner. He should’ve pushed himself to remember. He’ll even start to regret going after Aemond in the first place. They could’ve left together for some faraway place and never looked back at Westeros. He curses that sense of honor/duty he had felt that led him to go hunting Aemond alone, which nearly killed him. It left her and the little one they created alone in the world.

This is an entirely different scenario from his other kids because there aren’t maids, wet nurses, and other servants around to pawn off their children. Nettles is actually the main one raising their son.

So Daemon would beat himself because he’s missed out on so much and Nettles had to be there for him all by herself. He’s super grateful that she found the hill tribes, but he should’ve been there taking care of them. He wonders how Nettles can forgive him when he left her and their son alone for so long. Nettles of course thinks this is silly.

He’s here now. He found his way back to them. She can’t hold what happened against him. If he never went after Aemond he’d regret it and she’d never want him to regret anything.

Daemon doesn’t let his guilt keep him from interacting with their kid. He really goes out of his way to bond with their son and make up for most time.

He carves little wooden dragon toys for him. He’ll make him a little practice sword if he doesn’t already have one and he will literally sit there for hours just listening to him babble on. He kinda lets him get away with things. Like if Nettles doesn’t let him eat sweets before dinner he’ll just give Daemon puppy eyes and he’ll sneak the kid some treats and be like, “Don’t tell your mom.” 🤣🤣🤣

As far as their son goes, this one looks like a mini-Daemon and he kinda acts like one too. He’s extremely weary of Daemon at first. I mean he is basically a stranger. He does know that he’s dad though, even without Nettles telling him so. He may be a kid, but he has eyes.

He’s just so used to it essentially being himself, Nettles, and Sheepstealer. Nettles has centered her life around raising him, so he’s a mama’s boy, and he’s very protective over her. He’s very clingy. I imagine that while he may have his own bed, he creeps into Nettles's bed at night most of the time and sleeps there. However, when he sees Daemon cuddling up to her he goes, “Hey that’s my place” 🤣🤣🤣So he pushes himself between the two saying that he thought he heard a noise.

Daemon goes to check, and when he comes back and tries to join them, the poor man is regulated to the far end of the bed when his son tells him that he needs room to breathe (which is utterly ridiculous when he’s clinging to Nettles).

It obviously takes a while, and some patience on Daemon’s end, but the two eventually bond. Probably over dragons. I think that their son might actually be a little upset/insecure about the fact that he does not have his own dragon. Especially considering who his parents are.

This is Daemon’s way in because he gets to comfort him and tell him that he was not born with a dragon himself. Dragons don’t make a man and he is already an incredibly clever boy with a good heart.

Or they might bond over their territorial issues. I.e. they dislike it when they see men throwing themselves Nettles' way.

It becomes even more apparent how similar the two are with how jealous they both act(the pouting, the clinging onto her, and glaring at the man in question, which is surprisingly intimidating even coming from a five-year-old). Nettles finds it hilarious (not to mention adorable) as she points it out to the two. They of course deny it and say that she is far too trusting. That they must look out for her. Lol, nothing brings father and son together than acting like the human embodiment of their house sigil 🐉

[burningdarkfire]

10 characters/10 fandoms/10 tags

tagged by the lovely @aevallare, thank you!! 🫶

i overthought the "10 fandoms" to a painful degree because surely we all understand that a fandom does not simply mean "a piece of media" and thus the random YA book i read when i was like 12 doesn't count even though it probably does have one of my fave characters ever. but also it's a silly tag game so i can do whatever i want. anyway

caleb widogast (critical role) - YOU WERE NOT BORN WITH VENOM IN YOUR VEINS. YOU LEARNED IT! YOU LEARNED IT!!!!! what if a fictional character taught me how to let go of the guilt i've been carrying around since i was a teenager. and he likes cats and books. and he has unmatched hubris and beautiful long hair

lan wangji (the untamed) - how did you already know your heart at 16, lan wangji? how did you know? what is it like to have such incredible conviction in your own righteousness, such immeasurable devotion to your love, that the only regret you will ever have is not making the decision sooner as the years tick by and you are without him?

leona (league of legends) - we're just going to ignore the 2248402 retcons and go for the vibes of a sun knight who believes so fervently that she is an embodiment of her faith and yet it loses her the person she cares most about in the world. devotion that turns into ash in your mouth babyyyy

hanzo (overwatch) - literally just this text post it makes me howl with laughter every time. it's giving redemption but while still being the worst person ever the entire time. vibes

fabian seacaster (d20) - the way that everything about him is about his father except that he's not his father. the way he kills his father. the way he keeps his father's legacy. i love a character a) who is meticulously crafted in the shadow of someone else and b) who, despite everything, desperately wants to live!!

tom wambsgans (succession) - the pathetic man representation of the group. toxic wifeguy but he's actually the wife except he's not the wife at all because he's a man. guy who knows how to simper and shake ass and still punches down at every opportunity. king

mizu (blue eye samurai) - revenge quest. gender fuckery. unlimited toxic threesome potential. a sense of self that is warped beyond comprehension by the world around her AND a never give up attitude. she can literally do it all

tony stark (mcu) - redemption arc except he takes great power = great responsibility so seriously that he makes it the entire world's problem and also it kills him. incalculable hubris, horrendous attitude, infinite daddy issues, etc.

kylo ren (star wars) - you kind of have to pick and choose with this one but i choose the guy who thought his uncle was going to kill him and, again, proceeded to make his problems the entire galaxy's problems. desperate attempt to escape the legacy he inherited, fucked up sense of self, too many ego problems to count, do we see the pattern yet. etc.

cersei lannister (asoiaf) - unfortunately tywin lannister's trueborn son and heir was born a girl and proceeded to make that everybody else's problem. we get it by this point right

also here are some recent book-ish runner ups because i'm incapable of not recommending these books if the opportunity arises: yskandr (a memory called empire), general ouyang (she who became the sun), breq (imperial radch), and baru cormorant (the masquerade) 😎✌

i'll tag @callingvoicemail @capitola @road-rhythm @saturdaysky @eskelent @pairofsunflowers @nocttvrnes @tangereendream @perpetualnovelboyfriend @princesskuragina if any of y'all want!

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◟ CHARACTER STUDY ◝ → 𝗡𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗖𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗼

↳ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Nour Cielo ↳ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: The Gravedigger ( he prefers to keep an ambiguous presence, especially around humans ) ↳ 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒: Clockwork Desolation, Ambrosial Graveyard, Angelic Devourer, The Executioner, The Gravedigger, God's Mistake ↳ 𝐀𝐆𝐄: Infintismal. ↳ 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: ??? ↳ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 8'6 ↳ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: Unknown. ↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Unmarried, uninterested. ↳ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: Agender, male presenting. ↳ 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Disinterested. ↳ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: half-machine, half-angel. composed of cosmic dust, circuitry, and dark matter. think biblically accurate angel. the more advanced form of Solstice. ↳ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: Sheer white ↳ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: Vibrant Gold

*please note that the dragon horns are not present in the actual novel, but are instead replaced by normal human ears. outwardly he looks like any ordinary human ( minus his freakishly tall stature ), the horns are only present because i made a very rough outline of what he might look like w/ ffxiv character creator. I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN ANY FFXIV ASSETS. THEY BELONG TO SQUARE ENIX.

Further information below the cut ↴

As aforementioned in Eden Cielo's biography ( his younger sibling ) I would like to avoid spoiling a majority of the content of my book, which leaves me to make a rough outline of who Nour is and how he operates as an individual. Please be aware; Nour is considerably crueler than Solstice. He isn't the type of character you want interaction with unless you understand that that's his personality ( and in no way a reflection of how i as a person feel about you ). Now, onto the information! Presented in bulleted form to make it easier to digest.

Like his younger sibling, Nour is the byproduct of God's experimentation of mixing cosmic machinery with angelic composition. Nour is God's first forray into this exploration, and his first regret. While Nour was created with perfection, God took note that something evil had infiltrated his coding when he wasn't paying attention. It was subtle, almost completely unnoticeable, but very much there. As if the devil himself were seeking revenge through corruption of that which God meant to love. As a result, and knowing that Nour would one day be stronger than God himself, this lead God to then create Eden as a way of taming the former. It was successful... for a time. However, Eden's eventual descent into human lands lead to a breaking point within Nour, causing him to decimate God's Golden Court and slaughter thousands of angels before descending into earth to chase down Eden.

Unlike Eden, Nour is known to be both violent and unkind. Due to the corruption hardwired into his coding, his personality has a habit of reflecting the same hatred the devil had toward God. The only remedy to such inflections is to be in the presence of Eden, who's gentle demeanor and soft exterior seems to suppress that coding. Though... sometimes being in Eden's presence isn't always enough to repress the rage that boils up, especially when he remembers how his younger sibling abandoned him ( as he perceives it; it's not the truth ) to go live among humans.

His original purpose in heaven was to guide the souls of recently deceased angels back into the cycle of rebirth. However, this plan quickly backfired and clued god in on his fragmented data when God began to notice those spirits flat out disappearing completely. As it turned out, Nour was luring them into a false sense of security before viciously devouring them as a way to earn God's attention. He was desperate to be noticed by any means necessary, because no sooner had he been born that God abandoned him ( another false self-interpretation of his circumstances ) and left him feeling quite bitter about it.

He later was appointed both executioner and gravedigger for the Golden Court in the Garden of Eden to compliment his younger sibling's purpose. Eden was meant to be the judge and jury when it came to trying angels for their crimes, and depending on their punishment... Nour would be their executioner and funeral director; the one to dig their graves and bury them with their transgressions. This state of existence created a perfect harmony between Nour and Eden, and heaven would only fall into disarray after God allowed Eden to descend to the human city of Hellix and Nour became enraged by this.

His time spent on earth is often occupied by hunting for his sibling; harassing humans and even murdering them from time to time. He isn't all that partial to human flesh, but will gladly devour them if he reaches a certain peak of hunger. Angelic bones and skin have always held a special delicacy to him, but as he's no longer in heaven, he's learned to make due.

His profession in the human world is akin to that of a mafia boss, leading the largest underground black market even seen in the slums of Hellix. He deals in almost anything ranging from weapons, drugs, assassinations and even human organs -- they all fall under his jurisdiction. You want something you can't normally get above ground? Nour is the one to get it to you... for a hefty price. You can freely deal with him... but be warned... he isn't above betraying you for a greater goal, should the opportunity ever arise.

Though Nour outwardly claims he despises his younger brother Eden, the truth is that he still very much loves them as deeply as he did in heaven when God first gifted them to him. He saw them as an vital piece to his own existence; protecting them with his whole body and soul. They were the other half to his soul, and he named them family, brother, in the hopes that their bonds never be broken. So it's no surprise that he felt betrayed that Solstice chose humans over an immortal life, and he took is as a personal slight against himself. After all; he'd raised Eden from the moment their processors first whirled to life. He fueled them with the basic information required to act and be like the angels in heaven. As he himself was already far more advanced in machinery, it was his sworn duty to teach them in a way that harmonized with himself. He really does care for Eden, he's just complete garbage at showing it. Ah, brothers, am I right?

As Nour has existed far longer than Eden, and was properly equipped with an adequate amount of information, it's much easier for him to act and appear as a natural human than it is for Eden. So it's considerably harder to discern the fact that he's actually a mixture of cosmic metal and angelic flesh, given his personality has developed far past a convincing point. Expressions, words, physical movement -- they're all very fluid and natural for him, but he still carries that uncanny air of something monstrous and frightening behind his stoic facade.

&& that's it for now! Nour's a little more on the complicated side which is why I provided a bit more information than Solstice, but his characterization is one I'm personally enjoying exploring. I hope you'll enjoy him too! Awful evil bastard as he is... he can be quite amiable if you know how to work him just right. I'm not certain if romance is really possible with him, even though in the book he does end up falling for the angel who was formerly married to Solstice's current partner. But who's to say?

[dreadfulvixen]

I’ve been realizing lately how much alcohol has actually negatively affected me. My mental (and physical) well-being, my ability to cope, my relationships, my entire life.

It only took four years for it to do so much damage.

So many things I could have remembered if I hadn’t been drunk. So many things I don’t even think or feel or believe that wouldn’t have been said if I hadn’t been intoxicated. Arguments with people that never would’ve been started. Misinterpretations that never should have happened.

I never felt like I had a drinking problem, but maybe I did. I miss it every day, I want a beer every time I clock out or take a shower, I want 3 more any time I indulge in one. I miss drinking 100 times during the day, I miss it more than I ever thought I would.

But I don’t miss being reliant on a drink to cool me down, or to get me riled up. I don’t miss the fighting, I don’t miss the regret afterwards. I don’t miss the headaches and I don’t miss the slurred words and blurry thinking. I don’t miss the fear of being pulled over driving drunk. And in all of that, there is a genuine relief.

I am a product of alcohol itself. I am my father’s child. I hope I can fix the problem before I fully become them both. I hope my eyes have opened sooner than his. I hope I wasn’t born doomed to be this way forever.

[scalamore]

(Major Spoiler) Lehan

I'm dreading the Lehan/Lari chapters in a few weeks, probably around chapter 108/109 because the reveal is just painful to read (in various ways). As unintentionally annoying as Lehan is, he's a pretty well-developed character IMO. He has his "big reveal" around those chapters, and all the hints were there in both the manhwa and novel, it's just... readers didn't care because its Lehan HAHA. Ultimately, it's hurtful for Lari, because she realizes, like a slap in the face, that she never knew the real Lehan. She said it herself in the early chapters: in TL1, she was never close to Lehan and she regretted it so much when she realized she couldn't remember much about him, and she couldn't even remember what he looked like before he died. She felt so guilty that she "neglected" to be a proper sibling, and made the resolution to be one in TL2. The key is that Lari didn't know anything about Lehan in TL1 or TL2. She thought Lehan was a rebellious kid because House Belois was never a military family, yet "he insisted on going to the military academy in Champagne and was a troublemaker during his time there". Despite being a trouble maker, he was always polite at least to her, and for some reason, started drifting away from her when he became a teenager and their contact was minimal. She wasn't sure what happened, but again, she wanted to tone down his "rebellious nature" and get along better with him in TL2. Throughout TL2, however, Lari knew something was off - Lehan wasn't acting like the Lehan she knew (because she didn't know him at all, and had projected a "Lehan" from her memories to cope during the end of her life in TL1). She didn't know that House Belois had SENT Lehan to the military academy. It wasn't Lehan that was being rebellious and wanting to join, he was SENT there by the family for the sake of the mission. There, he interacted with the necessary military instructors who used to be affiliated with Akan 1. Here, he was able to get in contact easily and monitored House Gorten through Riche. In both timelines, Riche loved Lehan, but it was always an unrequited love because Lehan loved Lari. But none of them ever revealed their feelings. In TL2, Lehan actually became a knight sooner, probably influenced by House Belois to rack up the achievements and expedite their plans of rebellion. In Chapter 100, Lari was surprised to hear that he had been promoted and transferred to the south to protect the borders. She became especially suspicious because he was now stationed at Lorraine, a military base but it was one less affiliated with the imperial family, and was kinda it's own separate army. Back in Chapter 61, when Lehan mentioned that "he" was wary of the CURRENT Imperial family? Lari had thought it was him being a rebellious teen, but in fact, it was House Belois that was preparing for rebellion itself. Lehan was transferred there because it's closer to Belois, has less eyes on it from the Imperial Family, and is commanded by one of Akan I's former executives. He was sent to the military academy to learn the skills needed to command Belois' army, to be used against Rupert.

Over and over, despite Lari pleading him throughout the entire story to tell her the truth, to believe in her, to keep her informed of how the family is doing...especially if there was any chance the family was planning rebellion/treason: he CHOSE to lie to her to her face, each and every time. He thought he was doing the right thing, because he was born and raised to be the one who "will be the sword that will protect her now and forever". He even had the audacity to take advantage of her sisterly kindness and give her affectionate actions when he never thought of her as a sister, but rather a future bride/woman. He was going to keep the secret for as long as possible, until "the time is right" - AKA, never. And it's with that choice of his, with the collaboration of Trash Dad, that he burned all the bridges he had with Lari once all this was revealed. Because indeed as both Rupe/Lali say, he was born and raised to be a sword.... that will inevitably stab Lari in the back. Because just like most men in this series, Lehan/Trash dad only treat women (Lari) like possessions - She belongs to the family, to them, and all she needs to do is stay at home, safe and ignorant, while they "protect" her and "save the country from Rupert". It doesn't matter what Lari wants. Ever.

[dannyxwhitechapel]

❝ I wanna tear this place apart tonight                                         And have you thank me for my rage ❞

( n/a / 33 / cis male / he/him ) — did you see DANNY WHITECHAPEL wandering around the island today? they kind of look like CHRIS WOOD from certain angles? i heard around town that the FREELANCE HACKER is CHARMING, and PATIENT, but also IMPULSIVE, and MANIPULATIVE. people say that they remind them of BRIGHT COMPUTER SCREENS, TWIZZLERS HANGING FROM THE CORNER OF HIS MOUTH AS OFTEN A CIGARETTE, and LEATHER JACKETS, and HEARTACHE by FROM ASHES TO NEW is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town. ( marie / 27 / est / she/her )

triggers: mentions of parental neglect, childhood abuse, domestic abuse, death, violence

stats

Character Name: Daniel Samuel Anderson (now Whitechapel)

Nickname: Danny, Danny Boy,

Age: 33 years old

Birthday: June, 27th 1989

Gender/Pronouns: Cis man, He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Hacker.

How long they’ve been in Kingshaven: Two month

Similar: Kai Parker, Alex Karev, Crowley, Katherine Pierce, Mon-El, Joey Tribianni (foodie), Stiles Stilinski (techie), Theo, Johnny Faust, Damon Salvatore

Inspo: Spotify | Pinterest

personality

impulsive

sadistic

manipulative

patient

observant

charming

pretty goofy (idiot)

temperamental

cunning

THE CHESS MASTER - this is an incredibly patient muse, they may seem oblivious, but in reality, they are quietly plotting something big. they’re intelligent and not everyone around them is aware of this, which works to their advantage.

key points:

Danny was born into a trashy family that lived in a small town on the outskirts of Nashville, TN.  His father was famously abusive in the household, beating on him and his sister more often than not. His mother was an addict who used heroin and coke as a means to escape the life they lived. 

She passed away when Danny was eight and his sister was three. Overdose. After that, Danny was left to try and raise his sister while dealing with their abusive father. Most of Danny’s life was spent figuring out his next meal and avoiding a beating at his father’s hand. 

The only ray of minor sunshine in his life came in the form of his first love (wanted connection). They grew up together, neighbors, This person knew of the horrors behind the Anderson home, but she tried her best to alleviate it through their friendship. Danny and her were complete opposites but it worked. They grew up as best friends and she was the first person Danny found himself actually caring for. More information is found below. 

His father eventually passed away during Danny’s junior year of high school under suspicious circumstances. Without the man’s domineering hand upon him, Danny’s familial ties disintegrated. He didn’t particularly care for his family and though maybe odd, the lack of being able to connect with people wasn’t abnormal...at least to Danny it wasn’t. 

From early on, Danny had developed a love for technology. A geek to the core, he was quick to learn his way around a computer and even quicker to learn his way around the web. 

He has built a reputation online as one of the best-known hackers. He is a certified hacker for a legal front but most of his sizable income comes from jobs he does through the dark web. 

A year and a half ago, Danny met Syd Whitechapel while the man was passing through his town. Their connection was conflicting at first. The two are far too similar at times to seemingly make it work. Not to mention that Daniel had been living in the closet for far too long. 

Sooner than both thought possible, they fell in love. Even faster than that, it seemed, the two were on the road. They left behind a mess of Danny’s hometown but there were no regrets.  A couple of months later, Danny planted a wedding ring on Syd’s finger while they were in bed together and that was their marriage. 

They lived on the road for most of their time, only stopping in towns for a couple of weeks at time. 

Two months ago, Baby - Syd’s car that Danny is convinced he loves more than him - shit the bed. Much to his husband’s dismay. While they are waiting for the car to be practically built back from the shell up, they are making somewhat of a life in kingshaven.

What the town doesn’t know is they gained more than they bargained for with these two. 

headcannons.

Do not call him by his full name. He absolutely hates it.

Has a pretty bad temper and is sadistic to the core. A bored Danny is a dangerous Danny. His mind needs constant stimulation or he grows exceedingly restless and that leads to impulsive decisions that bring the sense of chaos and adrenaline he needs.

The kind of guy that can be ruled by his emotions (impulsivity) and thinks about things later.

Lower on the sociopathy scale so he’s able to feel some emotions at a higher intensity and comprehend to an extent but he prefers not to. He technically has a sense of right and wrong but blatantly doesn’t give a shit and would prefer to cause destruction at others' expense.

As a result of - what he calls his “normie” side, Danny can make more connections and does care about certain special people.

Daniel loves twizzlers - that is the way to the man’s heart. 

He knows how to ride a motorcycle. Owned one back home but sold it when he hit the road. 

Was a bartender in his early twenties and hated it so he only did it for a couple of years. 

Danny is fascinated with technology. He has heavily invested in it since he was young and has become a tech wizard of sorts, going as far as becoming one of the most well-known hackers on the dark web, even if not known by his actual name. Mostly, he does it for fun because why the fuck not? Besides the illegal stuff he gets to pull is downright ridiculous and sometimes, enjoyable. Plus, his comfortable bank account is not complaining at all.

He wears a silver band with the words partners in crime on his left ring finger - it’s his wedding band, handmade by his husband. It’s a combination of the original rings Danny got and the creation of Syd’s hands.

Often is seen wearing a black leather jacket

Fluent in English, some French and is determined to learn Ukrainian.

wanted connections

CLICK HERE FOR THE FULL LIST OF HIS WANTED CONNECTIONS

First Love/Best Friend: This girl was Danny’s best friend growing up and one of the few people he genuinely cares about. He has always had a soft spot for her and probably always will. She was sunshine in the midst of his dark childhood and the reason why Danny even knows how to love or really form any sort of connection with people. They dated through high school but mutually broke up at the end of it as life took them separate ways. They reunited briefly back home before Danny left Nashville. There is a sense of unfinished business among them.

Younger Sister: The Anderson siblings would have had a difficult relationship. To an extent, Danny would have been protective of his sister. Whether that is born out of genuine concern or obligation is up for debate. His sister would have had a front-row seat at the earlier and maybe more subtle signs that Danny had never fully been there in the head. The early signs of lack of empathy, manipulation, and sadistic behavior. However, these were minimal and often went unnoticed or overshadowed by the horrors of their home. Brushed under the rug as a result of just trying to survive. She left home to live with some distant relatives when she was twelve and they haven’t seen each other since. We can discuss their dynamic afterward. Would love to explore that relationship and how it would be now that they are grown up and have been separated for so long. 

Enemies: Danny has no regard for right or wrong and whatever he does is born out of either spite, boredom, or sadistic need. I would love to see an enemy relationship that bites him in the ass. Someone he wronged in the past? someone who can sense something isn’t fully right about him and calls out his bullshit? 

Previous Customers: Danny’s jobs online vary from menial things or higher jobs. From black mail, to finding out personal details of someone, to hacking into a major corporation for retaliation. He’ll do anything for the right price and nothing is too dark or dirty for him. Does your muse have a dirty little job that might need some assistance? 

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