#i seem to only be able to write aus rn

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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is Awful First Meeting!

Have a PTA AU xoxo

(521 words.)

Remus is running.

He seems to find himself sprinting to the school a lot, at the moment. Staying later and later to finish his fucking project at work. He's never picked Teddy up late, though. That much he can be proud of.

This bake sale, however?

Remus fails to see why he should give a shit. A bunch of catty parents are going to have plated up tiny Tesco brownies, claiming that they baked them and shooting Remus glares when he walks past with his kid. It's really not that important. He's been avoiding every PTA event for a reason.

Still, Teddy's desperate for him to go to this one and meet his best friend. As much as Remus tries to put his foot down, he's not going to be a shitty dad. He can't say no to that kid, not really.

So here he is, making it to the bake sale just on time. Teddy runs from his teacher and straight over to him, squealing with delight when Remus picks him up and spins him around.

"Hey, Ted! How was school?"

As Teddy chatters on about his day, Remus shifts his weight until his kid is on his hip. He doesn't even notice someone approaching until a voice sounds.

"You must be Remus Lupin?" A man says, and Remus turns his head.

The first thing he thinks is that this man is absolutely gorgeous.

His long black hair falls down to his shoulders in a way that almost makes it indistinguishable from water. Remus has to stop himself from raking his eyes up and down him, landing on meeting his eyes. There's a flash of something in them that unsettles Remus, slightly. Some sense of... irritation?

"Yeah, yeah, that's me," Remus says, setting Teddy down and letting him run over to a group of kids.

"I'm Sirius," He introduces himself, and-

Ah.

Sirius.

Head of the PTA.

"It's good to finally meet you. Giving the PTA a try?" He asks, and if he thinks Remus can't hear the attempt to mask his sarcasm, then he must think Remus is an idiot.

"Well, Teddy wanted me here, so I got the day off work."

Sirius nods once, slowly, and it does nothing but frustrate Remus.

"So, what did you bring?" Sirius asks casually.

Remus reaches in his bag, trying to grab the brownies he and Teddy has made.

"I've got- they're just... christ, I forgot to bring them. Sorry."

"You can just say you didn't make anything," Sirius says calmly, and his incredulous tone makes Remus want to scream. What the fuck does he know about being a single dad? About working three jobs to make sure your son doesn't notice how they're struggling?

"Maybe I won't come to another PTA event," Remus says sharply, looking Sirius up and down before getting closer to his son.

"Harry!" Teddy calls, as a young boy with wild hair gets closer. Sirius walks over and ruffles the boy's hair before he makes his way over to Teddy, sending a realisation through Remus.

Fuck.

His son's best friend is related to that pompous fucking dad.

[thatdeadaquarius]

That language SAGAU but the Reader can only communicate writing on paper.

Either the Reader is mute and they (characters) don't know/understand sign language or they somehow lost their voices on their transmigration to Teyvat and can only write now. But the characters are left trying to decipher what the Reader wrote.

Examples:

Kaeya: "I may say, that was very unexpected your grace. One such as yourself should be more aware of who you are."

Reader: "wat, y u sayin dat?"

×

Gorou: "Oh, your grace! Careful now. I am most certain that you stepped on something unsightly right now. Let me clean your feet, your grace."

Reader: "r u srs rn? Fml"

Ooooo, this is nice, this is niiccceeee /ref

this would be the energy⬇️

Man I love this show, I gotta finish it (it’s Komi Can’t Communicate for those who want to see it) where she basically is too shy/introverted to speak (non-verbal neurospicy it seems like to me actually lol) and really wants to make friends and do normal things despite not speaking, her main way of communicating is writing (and her first guy friend who can just read her facial/body language really well lmao)!!

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Headcanons-ish?

Stars: dashes/mention of most characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Reader/”you” are mute/lost their voice, & Trigger Warnings: None Known.

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This kinda falls into that post I made abt texting lingo, abt us being nigh incomprehensible when using texting lang. (its basically a code lol)

but i think it’s always neat to see nonverbal rep so here we are (also i think imma go ahead and say it is both selectively mute but also enforced by video game laws!)

u know a good explanation would be for this is actually abt how we technically are only allowed to freely communicate when we’re in chats,

so I could see that still being the only way we can commnicate in Teyvat (look am i little excited abt taking “video game world” a little too literally in every genshin AU ever- maybe.)

tbh i could see so many allogenes having to either learn to make room for you in convos and u also having to get wayyy more expressive in body language/facial expressions

tbh i think itd be pretty easy to get ur meaning, like in a battle or smth fast-paced where u couldnt write, like how Tinker Bell can?

if u dont know what i mean just search “tinkerbell scenes peter pan” on youtube and u can see ppl just having a full conversation with no words with her, which i think would deffo happen with ppl like Kaeya, Lisa, Lumine, Venti, Heizou, Ayato, Yae Miko, Thoma, Beidou and Itto surprisingly i could see it (ppl in the distance just think theyre all talking to themselves sometimes when ur not as visible hehe)

OMG they get u nice gifts for writing all the time, like the newest compact pens from Fontaine, the finest small, medium, and large notebooks from Inazuma,

like a little compact pocketbook so u can easily fit it in pockets!

u know Im absolutely sure you could literally start the texting appreviation trend in Tevyat like this-

like just so it’s easier to communicate with you, a lot of people are willing to adapt/take on abbreviations like “ttyl, gtg, wth, lol, lmao” even stuff like “etc”

lol u start a whole trend in the writing letters business, hehe silly medieval Teyvat is silly and medieval

yknow I think the quieter vision users would definitely find you to be peaceful to be around and easy to understand just with writing (also deffo most likely to adore the soft moments together of just ur pen scribbling and the sounds of nature or a cafe or something around them),

tbh i also think these ppl would be motivated to talk to you alone, or get you away to just talk the two of you for all the reasons above, like Xiao, Aether, Kazuha, Ayaka, Chongyun, Zhongli, Diluc, Sayu, Ei, Sucrose, Eula, Ganyu, Ningguang, Tighnari, Alhaitham omg he might literally be able to take his headphones off around u bc youd be in such quiet spaces all the time, and bc u dont talk he doesn’t have to worry abt u getting loud either lmao

…and then ofc, there’s the bitches that try and guess what ur writing ahead of timeeee 😭

bein all like, “Uh… you.. would like.. to go to… a restaurant… to get some- OH OH I got this one this time! Some pita pockets! …Oh. A drink. Right. Sorry, again.”

definitely Itto, Cyno, Heizou, Xingqiu, Fischl, Amber, Collei, Dehya, Wanderer, Childe, Venti, Keqing (she just used to being fast ok), Kaveh lmao

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I hope my reply was a little fun!! THANK U FOR SENDING THIS I LOVE THIS SM!! Man it’s so hard to make you feel my appreciation for this idea thru the damn screen

like how do i send a virtual hug

ANYWAY, if you or anybody else had an idea for celebrating 1000 followers lmk bc i am STRUGGLING with this same issue for that,

like how to make u guys feel my love 😩 ❤️‍🔥

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Safe travels ignihideous,

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♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonderss / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi

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𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎. | luke hughes

꒰ pairing: luke hughes x genderneutral!reader

꒰ genre: angst + fluff (slightly suggestive towards the end) + hurt/comfort ;established!relationship!au | oneshot

꒰ synopsis: after deciding to avoid the boy for weeks, you finally show up at his door the night before he has to leave the city and head off to new jersey to accompany the devils in the playoffs.

꒰ word count: 4k

꒰ author’s note: wrote this in less than 2 hours.. its currently 3 am rn :/ i’m surprised i even had the energy to write this in one shot

whenever you thought about it, you would always start getting emotional over the thought of when luke would be leaving. whether it was for summer vacation over at his family’s lake house, or just a simple few week visit to his brothers in new jersey or vancouver.

you would get emotional one way or another, no matter how long he was leaving for.

not specifically a dramatic kind of emotional, of course. it wasn’t like you would be completely sobbing tears or throwing temper tantrums over not being able to see him for the periods of time he was gone; if that was the case, then luke knew for a fact that he would never be able to handle leaving you alone for as long as a single hour. especially since those days of his summer absence happened every single year.

but now, he had the chance to play in the nhl with his brother, jack. even though it was only for the playoffs, to him it seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity.

every single time he left to somewhere though, you would just get a little clingy. clingy in a caring way though, reminding him to take care of himself while he was away, making sure he was having a good time, or telling him to think about you when he was gone.

and luke did. he always did. whether it was a night in his soft bed after a day full of wakesurfing or simply just spending time alone studying in his dorm room. he always kept a big space for you in his mind, and he had always shown that he was thinking about you by sending you pictures of the sky and texting you about how his days were.

there were even times when luke became the clingy one, spamming you with all the pictures he took from his trips. you still remember all the times you playfully joked about blocking his number after he sent you frame-by-frame pictures of his brother jack falling off the wakeboard and into the water. you could see the exact moment when jack realized he was about to fall, his eyes widening more and more in each frame before his arms started flailing out in a poor attempt to keep his balance. when the three brothers came back home at the end of summer that year, you made sure to give jack a pat on the back and a ruffle to his hair.

for some reason, instead of getting emotional about luke’s departure this time, you felt different. not in a sense that you weren’t feeling numb to the idea of him leaving; you just simply felt different.

you were over-the-roof ecstatic the first moment you heard that luke got drafted to the new jersey devils and got to finally make his lifelong dream come true. it was always a dream of his to play in the same league alongside his brothers jack and quinn, and you were beyond proud of him to achieve such an amazing opportunity.

it was only until he broke it to you that he would have to move out to new jersey when the full season finally came to actually pursue it, when the realization finally came to you.

he had to leave. he wasn’t breaking up with you, but he did have to leave. it was just for a week for now. but to you, that week would feel like hell, with the tight schedules of training day to day and the long distance. you had no idea how you were going to handle the next hockey season when he would have to leave you for a whole six months straight.

luke was only leaving the city, but it felt like he was leaving you entirely.

after he told you the news, you left him to his own devices. stalling and wasting away the time you could have been spending with him, to spend by yourself. you put a pause on all the clinginess and caring reminders, and left him with unread messages and missed calls.

all of the thoughts that came to your head became too much for you—too many things you were uncertain of.

what if you couldn’t be patient enough to wait for his return this time? what if he found someone else while he was away? what if he couldn’t find the time for you because of how busy he would be? what if he completely forgot about you?…

luke zipped up his suitcase and plopped his hockey bag right in front of his dresser before he heard a sudden knock. he barely spared a single glance over his shoulder to his bedroom door, his back slightly arched in exhaustion from the depressive feelings that had been taking a physical toll on him for the past few weeks of you not talking to him.

it was his last night in his family home. his last night in his hometown before he had to go. all of that alone was enough to make him start feeling homesick.

but absolutely nothing had helped him prepare himself for the tragic ache his heart would be in when he realized that he might have to leave without seeing you, without touching you, and without hearing you say how much you love him one more time.

the impatient knock he once heard came again and he finally stood up, straightening his back the best he could, his brows furrowed with annoyance. he stepped closer to his door, ready to just tell his mom for the fifth time now that he had all of his hockey gear packed and would be bringing enough clothes with him. but when he swung open the door, he was met with you who he saw standing on the other side instead.

“hey luke…” you mumbled, clutching your jacket shoulder tightly in your hand.

his mouth opened, but only to be met with a breath being released. you seemed to be just as tired as he was, and he could tell by the puffiness around your eyes that you had been crying for what must’ve been the past few days.

as much as he did want to immediately wrap you up in his arms, to feel your chest against his, he found himself just stepping aside and giving you the space to come into his room.

his room was just as dim as it usually had been during the late night hours, since luke had a habit of turning off the main light that hung from the ceiling and just flipping on the lamp that stood upon his bedside table.

the first thing your eyes landed on was his hockey bag and suitcase on the floor, fully taped hockey sticks stood again the wall and luggage all packed up and ready for when he needed to leave in the morning. your heart dropped a slight bit at its indication of his departure, but you took a deep breath in and exhaled, relaxing yourself. you talked yourself through this, you thought about this whole situation and you wanted to give him your full support of his dream, instead of just dwelling in sorrow and misery before all your sadness replaced itself with guilt and missed chances.

“i see you’ve already packed.” you spoke up, gesturing towards his bags before you turned to face the boy.

“yeah umm,” luke started with a nod, “i leave for my flight tomorrow morning.”

you hummed in acknowledgement, feeling defeated by the last words. the tension between you two felt more like craving than it felt awkward, the air around you just waiting to be broken out of its restraint. turning to gaze at his open closet, you raised a brow at the pile of empty hangers lining up the left side of his closet before your eyes landed on one of his few hoodies he actually liked that was hung up in the very far right corner. a light baby blue hoodie hung all alone away from everything else.

you sighed sheepishly as you brought up a finger to point at it, making sure to keep the sobs that clung at your throat down. “you’re forgetting your favourite hoodie.”

luke looked over to the point of your finger, his own fingers fiddling together nervously as his mouth slightly hung open in a poor attempt to explain why he had chosen to leave it there. his mouth fired out the words quickly as he just stated out the obvious. “i’m going to leave it here.”

you frowned at the boy, your lips curling downward. luke softened at your pouted lips and curious eyes, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “but why? you look so good in it and it’s your favourite one too.”

his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip as a faint smile blossomed on his face, “i know it’s your favourite one too.”

you sucked in a choked breath, understanding the meaning behind why he wanted to leave it behind. he wanted to leave it for you, as something to remember him by while he was gone. it was a way of him telling you that, even down to the last second, he was always thinking of you—a way that didn’t require the usage of spam texts and well thought out confessions of his love for you, which he was never really good at anyways.

just one hoodie and a few stray t-shirts in an otherwise empty closet, all of them covered in his comforting warmth and lovely scent.

you bit down on your lower lip as you tried the hardest you could to hold in a sob as you walked over to the closet slowly. it was alot less messy than it usually looked, which felt very out of place for you. actually being able to see the stack of shoe boxes stuffed at the very back of the closet was very unfamiliar—they were all usually covered by clothes he threw over top. occasionally those shoe boxes would only ever see the light of day when luke plowed through the clothes to find something to wear or when you would go through to steal one of his oversized shirts.

peeling the blue hoodie off of its hanger, you carefully threw it over your head, marvelling at the way it hung so loose around your torso and almost down to your knees, the sleeves covering your hands. you felt content and warm wearing it. bringing up the sweater paws that had taken over your palms to your face, you inhaled at the smell of them and closed your eyes. the smell of his mother’s flowery detergent mixed with luke’s musky cologne overcame your senses.

it was like a match made in heaven; a smell that you could always recognize. it was a scent that had become like home to you, and it still felt like home to you even now.

would you ever end up forgetting the smell? would you still remember it if he ever stopped feeling like home to you? would your heart end up losing him from the time and distance soon to come between you two?

luke sighed from the feel of his heart shattering in his chest when he heard you choke out a sob. he knew you had began to cry, your tears now staining the hoodie sleeves as you weeped away with your thoughts and fears, and he wasn’t really sure what to do. he was never really the best at helping others with their emotions, because he was never really put in the position to.

“y/n..” he took a quick step forward but halted his movement when you turned around.

“i’m so sorry for ignoring you these past weeks.” you said, your voice timid and cracked, but still loud and strong enough to make luke’s heart pound heavily against his ribcage. “i’m really sorry if i made you think i didn’t support you or your dream. i need you to know now that i do and if you have to leave me in order to do it, then you should.”

to be honest, the thought that you didn’t support him never crossed his mind. he just somehow knew that you would support him no matter what. you had always been there for his university games, and you listened to him pour out his feelings whenever they encountered a loss, yet you never failed to praise him on how well he did and how proud of him you were—you were always the first person there for him when it came to him and his passion for hockey.

you were upset, and he understood that. he knew how your head worked. he knew that you would be having thoughts of uncertainty, constantly wondering if your relationship would work out in the end. since he got drafted, he knew that he would end up having to leave you for much longer than just this one week alone, and he knew that you were not ready at all for that.

he didn’t carry any amount of anger towards you for avoiding him until the last minute like you did. for one, he did understand your reasons why. and second, he couldn’t bring himself to get mad at you at a time like this, when he needed his last few moments with you to be nothing but pure love.

heaving a heavy sigh, he sat right down the middle on the edge of his bed, opening his arms wide and beckoning you over to him softly, “come here sweetheart.”

and you did, stumbling closer and closer to him until your thighs met with his knees. he leaned to grab your hands, giving your hands a few loving squeezes before he pulled you onto his lap, settling your knees on either sides of his thighs and circling his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling off.

you sniffled when he pressed soft kisses to your cheeks, soon lightly giggling when he grimaced at the faint taste of salt from your tears. you burst into another fit of giggles when he went back in to kiss your cheeks again, mending away all the trails of tears that fell down from your eyes.

“i missed you so much,” you muttered, your voice almost completely giving away as you cupped his jaw in your palms and stared into his wide almond-shaped eyes, thumbs grazing his cheeks lightly.

“i missed you too,” he mumbled under his breath, bringing your chest closer to his, “i am so sorry for making you cry my love.”

you hummed in disagreement as you shook your head. your fingers pressed against his cheeks, almost clinging to them and hugging his face carefully, and luke never wanted you to let go. your accepting smile made him fall more and more in love, over and over again. he physically had to compose himself to not plunge into you with rough kisses right then and there.

“i’m sorry for waiting all this time. we could have been this close like this every night if i didn’t.” you said quietly, trailing over his features with your glazed eyes. “i hope i’m not too late.”

luke smiled, his eyes squinting with a small crinkle of his nose. you could never be too late for him. his heart was always ready for you at any moment in time, whether he was just thinking about you in silence or having you pressed so close to his body.

luke would always be ready for you. for all that you would give him and for all that he wanted to give you.

“you know, it’s never too late to kiss me sweetheart.” he whispered closer to your face, breath fanning over your lips, feeling you lightly squirm under the weight of his words.

rolling your eyes at him playfully, you squeezed his cheeks before gladly leaning in so you could press your lips against his. his fingers gently clawed at your lower back as his other hand flew up to hold the back of your neck, quickly finding any way he could to touch your skin.

oh gosh your lips. your soft, soft lips. luke could preach over a thousand words about how kissing you always made him feel so needed and loved. how your kisses made him feel like there was nothing else in the world he couldn’t do.

they opened a kind of gate to his heart he didn’t even know he had, and it was one that could only be opened by you.

with the influence of desire that filled his chest, luke suddenly started grazing your bottom lip with his teeth, his brows furrowing with passion when he caught your lip between his teeth. you let out a breathy moan in surprise. pushing yourself further, you opened you parted your lips, allowing luke to connect your tongues in a more fiery kiss.

adrenaline coarse throughout your lungs, causing a ruckus of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. he never kissed you with such urgency before, silent pleads piercing the tip of his tongue and desperately longing for more and more of your lips lustful movements against his. the way he kissed you made you breathless.

luke kissed you, intending to let his lips linger on you even after whenever he decided to pull away. he wanted the shape and taste of his lips to haunt over you every day and night that he would be away. and damn, he was doing it well so far even while he was still there. you were being drenched in bliss, letting him take full control over you.

through the heated moment, luke forced himself to pull away from the kiss for a brief moment to allow his hazy mind and breathless lungs to settle down. both of you were feeling hazy, drifting somewhere away in paradise and neither of you had any plans on leaving that paradise any time soon.

you kept yourself close to him, your upper lip positioned tenderly against his, taunting him and daring him to let go. your eyes were just as gone as luke’s were when you stared into them, and you worshipped the way his green irises could always pull you into him so effortlessly.

“i love you, okay?” he stated breathlessly, his tone filled to the brim with sincerity. “and i’ll keep loving you, even in ten years from now.”

ten years from now, whether he only got to talk to you every weekend or every three months. even if he had to fight through struggles of finding the time in his busy schedule just to catch up with you. luke loved you, and he would wait forever until he could physically love you again.

“wait for me to come back please.” he pleaded, the mossy ocean in his eyes seemed tearful and ready to spill like a waterfall, causing heartache to pool in your chest. he was clutching the hoodie that covered your frame and keeping your hand pressed to his cheek, his shaky movements only calming down your want to break down again.

wait for me. remember me. hold on to me.

luke was pleading to you over and over.

you felt like crying again. the eruption of sadness stayed no matter how many times you convinced yourself that things would turn out just fine; that you could live without him being near you for whatever amount of time that may be.

you could deal with the quiet for a while. you could deal with not being in his presence when you came to his house. you could deal with the untouched skin and unkissed lips.

you could. you just had to.

“i will, i promise.” you replied in a hushed whisper, resting your forehead against his. “i’m going to miss you so much.”

luke pressed his thumb onto your cheek, swiping across the underneath of your eyes and wiping away the wet trails before they could fall, making you smile softly as you leaned your face into his palm, keeping your eyes on him.

“i’ll text you all the time. and if i don’t, then jack will.” he grumbled with a short scoff, remembering how it took no amount of effort for jack to get your phone number the first time you all met, while it took luke a whole week just to muster up the courage to do so. “we’ll both keep in touch.”

“you guys better,” you said threateningly, making him chuckle.

and then he kissed you again, much softer this time though. it was like a form of sealing your promise to each other. a promise between two young adults who held such genuine, tender and kind love for each other.

“when is your flight tomorrow?” you asked after pulling away, adjusting your legs to wrap them around his lower back instead. “my flight leaves at eight in the morning, so i’ll be leaving here at around seven.”

that was a much earlier time than you usually woke up at. but either way, you never really planned on seeing him off anyways. turning into a big sobbing mess in a public area so early in the morning would not look so pretty. you would much rather just leave things as him bidding a soft goodbye and a forehead kiss to your sleeping form, and maybe you would silently sob in the confines of his bed once you woke up.

“i won’t be going to the airport with you sadly,” you said with a sigh, running your hands through his curly locks before circling your arms around his neck.

luke flashed you a faint smile, a bittersweet yet endearing one. his fingers gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, brushing the hair away from your face. “do you need anything from me before i go?”

“you should actually be the one getting something from me,” you said tapping his nose with your index finger and pressing your chest up against his for more much needed closeness. “i am very, very proud of you lukey.”

he gave you a small peck upon your lips, “thank you sweetheart.”

the two of you just looked at each other after that. affectionately drawn towards each other like yin and yang. you simply couldn’t help but whispering those three beautiful words, combing through his lushous hair as the words “i love you” left your lips, like a secret only luke could hear.

“i love you too,” he returned quickly, his eyes shutting for a brief moment, allowing him to relish in the euphoria of your fingers massaging his scalp so gently. “are you sure you don’t want anything from me?”

you thought for a moment, your brows furrowing slightly. there weren’t really anything you wanted to ask of him. most of the things you wanted were for him to not leave, which was ultimately out of his control.

“call me when you land in tampa.” you reminded him.

“of course love,” he hummed. “anything else?”

you sighed lightly, keeping your eyes on him. there really was nothing else you needed from him. all you needed was the boy himself, and you had him the moment you stepped into his room, and you were going to stay for every minute until he had to take his leave.

luke could see what your eyes were telling him. you didn’t want to spend the night with simple words. you only wanted to spend the night with love and emotions, whether they were loud or quiet, or maybe even tender or rough.

you leaned in, your eyes moving from his eyes and down to his lips. “just stay with me,” you breathed into his mouth. “until you have to leave me.”

luke wasted no time in claiming your lips once more with his, rough exhales fanning against both of your faces as he kissed you so desperately to fulfill the insane amount of lust and desire he was holding for you.

the soft lamp shade dimmed suddenly, as if it was closing its own eyes at the sight of him flipping you over softly to land on his bed, his body hovering over yours closely—like the lamp felt shy at the sight of swollen lips and soft skin marked with love, worship, and devotion.

stay with me until you have to leave me.

luke could do that. and instead of just your lips this time, he planned for his presence to linger on your entire body even after he left as well.

[bluerosefox]

Twins AU BUT WITH ANGST!

So I'm writing for the Twins story rn (snails pace of small updates and working on it but it's going) and an idea struck me and I wanna share it and bring it all the DP x DC and Twins AU lovers attention cause were missing out on some PRIME ANGST. (BAD Mom Talia ahead btw, I normally like her in the grey areas but this time, bad mom) (also I LOVE some good Angst.)

So we all know that Talia had Damian cloned right? And later that clone killed Damian. What if, now hear me out, after that (when Damian is brought back to life) what if she tried to use another clone (only not aged up so they’re at Damian age) to coax Damian back into the League and that he can use the clone as a replacement for Danyal (Danny), its her ‘gift’ of trying to give him back his twin.

Can you imagine the feral outrage, insulted anger or heartbreak he'd have over that. He didn’t care much about the first clone cause it had his eyes but this one has Danyal’s blue eyes. Especially if Damian does care for Danny and doesn't want to hide that anymore now that hes not in the League and he can freely talk about his twin without being hushed up (but hasn't been able to due to his own complex emotions over missing his twin). Can you imagine the after emotions after Damian verbally tearing into his mother for such an insult against his twins memory and life and defeating the mindless doll like clone (Taila made it so it'll follow Damian's orders with no fuss should he come back, she ended its life once they left Gotham, another failure it seems) and Bruce asking 'Who is Danyal, Damian?'.

AND THEN CAN YOU IMAGINE THE NUCLEAR MELTDOWN OR RAGE HE'LL HAVE IF HE SEES DANNY. Like Danny is in Gotham for something (class trip? One of his Rouges sneaking to Gotham? A ghost fight taking him there and is sight seeing in his human form now that its over? Sam taking him as her Plus 1 for a social event (Dating? Best friends? Danny being cool with being used as an (entitled, dumb, rich, elite) heir repellent for Sam? [Side note: ALSO DP fans we need to really play with that idea more, Sam comes from money her parents would totally want her with a powerful rich heir, which she would HATE and would totally ask her friends to be her Elitist Heir Repellent] Idk any one is good. Her parents hating that cause they planned to have her 'single' for some of the elite heirs) and Danny gets his face decked hard or his head gets nearly chopped off by a katana.

And when he looks at who did it he's surprised to see someone who looks nearly like him but when green eyes being held back by a few other guys (Dick and Jason)

Does Danny have his memories? Does he remember Damian? Or has he hoped to never see his brother again after all these years? Idk it's open for anyone to pick and choose the plot, I'm just throwing the idea out into the sea and waiting to see if anyone wants to try nibbling at it.

Do they discover the actual truth? Does Damian despise Danny the entire time? Does it go away when the Bats find proof that Danny isn't a clone (online media showing pictures of him growing up in a small town called Amity Park)? Does Damian take note that despite them looking so much alike, Damian is more leaning towards Bruce's body type in the future, while Danny's is leaner/more runnerish (mainly due to their fighting styles/what they fight)? Which is a huge difference from the last clone that was merely a copy paste of Damian but with blue eyes. Idk.

[Small side note: normally in the Twins stories Talia is the one that saves Danny if he dies/sent away, if it's bad mom Talia, who saves him? Maybe have Clockwork save Danny, cause he knows Danny's future is Phantom and later King]

[yaksha-lover]

Hi idk if your writing rn but if you are how about Reader who fully believes that they're going to go back home after a certain amount of time.

The reader believes that as long as the vampires realize we aren't going to rat them out to other humans once we get out that we're free to go home. That about the only thing that's keeping their sanity in check.

So when things happen they just respond with "it's fine. Once I'm home anyways I can forget all about this." pretty often. It helps them power thought that they won't be stuck walking on eggshells for the rest of their life worrying about being murdered just about every straight line or turn.

They're mostly nice and stay out of everyone's way unless they really need to put their foot down. So though the time they stayed they kinda became everyone's friend in hopes of just being able to have an easier time until they realize they're no threat and can go home.

Can you do the first years? :)

Sorry if you don't want to/ if requests are closed. You can just delete it

Thank you so much for requesting, I really loved exploring this idea!

Reader who believes they’re going back home eventually + First years (Vampire AU)

cw: aged up characters, slightly yandere (?)

Ace:

Ace makes snippy comments that might upset you, but he really can’t help it when he hears about how you want to leave them.

He feels a bit betrayed, more so by how casual you seem about leaving. He knows your situation isn’t ideal, but Ace feels like you should be willing to deal with it for them.

For a long time, it was just him and Deuce. Now that they’ve made the effort to include you and Epel in their lives, it truly feels like a bit of a slap in the face to him.

Ace doesn’t consider that he’s more frustrated than he should be that someone who’s just a friend is leaving, but all he can preoccupy himself with now is trying to shut you down when you make comments like that.

He’ll mock you, with a laughing tone like it’s just a joke and not your future, about how it would really be impossible for a human like you to escape from a practically ancient vampire like Lilia.

He does feel guilty when he sees you upset, but he doesn’t necessarily feel like his statement was incorrect, even if it was harsh.

With Deuce’s help, he will try to make it up to you in his own way, by finding fun things for all of you to do, which he hopes will help distract you from your problems and from wanting to go home.

Deuce:

Deuce feels similarly upset like Ace, but he is much less angry and much more sad. He knows you don’t owe them anything, and that your friendship has probably just been one of convenience do you, but he still hoped that you might care more than it seemed.

He already does all he can to help you make your life more comfortable around the mansion, from making your bed if he sees you’ve forgotten or (attempting) to cook you a dish you’ve mentioned in passing that you miss from home.

Deuce will eventually have a talk with you about how he’s feeling, not wanting to bottle it up and end up resenting you when he knows you don’t deserve it.

He knows the conversation is uncomfortable, but he’ll force himself to tell you how your words upset him. You reassure him that you do truly care about him, and all the others, but you can’t live sanely knowing that it isn’t truly safe for you here, and that you don’t have the freedom that you should.

He does come to understand, he knows you feel trapped and that it isn’t them. He’ll still miss you, and it’s not a small part of him that wishes you could stay, but Deuce wants you to be happy, and he’ll let you go with his full support if that’s what you truly want.

Epel:

Epel might just be the most hurt by this. Sure he understands, you have a real home to go back to, but is it really that easy for you to leave him?

You’ve become his best friend here, and he thought you felt the same in that aspect at the very least.

He’ll definitely become grumpy when he hears you saying you want to leave and that you’ll forget about everything. That everything includes him, doesn’t it?

Epel will actively discourage you from leaving, even if his tactics are questionable at best.

If when he gets desperate, he’ll start organizing times for you all to spend together, ensuring you have a good time before popping the question on you: isn’t it great here? Don’t you never wanna leave?

While he does want to make you see how the life you could have at the mansion wouldn’t be so bad, he doesn’t shy away from leaning into any guilt you might be feeling, laying on the tears if he needs to.

You might start to get the feeling that Epel is acting strange, really not like himself sometimes, but if you bring it up he’ll tell you that he can’t help the way he’s been feeling knowing you’re going to leave them.

If Epel reaches a point where you leaving is a real possibility and not just your daydream, he’ll resort to extreme measures to keep you with them. Getting you in trouble with Lilia isn’t something he wants to do, but he needs you, so you can’t leave him just yet.

Epel would eventually snap out of his delusion after he sees how he’s been making you suffer, and realize how living here is affecting you. He always knew his wishes were selfish, but when he finally realizes the real danger you’re in at the mansion, he knows keeping you here would be more than cruel.

He doesn’t lose hope in your future together, rather this shifts his idea to one he actually likes even more. The two of you, away from the mansion and all the other vampires seeking your attention, and finally living together like a real couple.

Jack:

Jack can’t lie and say he wouldn’t miss you, but ultimately he knows that you hate being trapped here. He isn’t delusional like Epel.

He’s sympathetic to your plight, and he won’t say anything to object when you voice your beliefs about returning home.

He’ll try to play along with your thoughts, asking questions about what you’ll do when you’re back home. Jack can tell it distracts you from your reality, and he knows that’s something you could always use, even for a few moments.

He would never dream of asking you to stay, knowing that you would never truly be safe around this many vampires.

If he had romantic feelings for you, he would certainly push them down. Even if they were reciprocated, Jack could never justify keeping you in danger for his own person gain.

Jack would even go against Lilia and help you escape if you asked him. Even if he gets punished, if you’re safe and happy, he’s happy.

Sebek:

Sebek is stuck between “good riddance, now you’ll no longer have a chance to seduce and hurt Malleus” and “how dare you make Malleus sad by leaving”.

Both of these sentiments just cause him to be angry at you, and you’ll find that his verbal lashings are more harsh and frequent than usual.

Living at the mansion this long, you’ve already learned to tune him out, which frustrates Sebek even further.

Although you’re wise enough to not make comments about going home in front of Lilia, Sebek wouldn’t think twice about complaining to him about you.

He doesn’t do it out of malice, Sebek really just wants advice from Lilia, but he does unintentionally get Lilia to keep a closer eye on you, in case you decide to try and leave before he’s deemed you safe.

He ultimately doesn’t really understand why you even want to leave. Lilia is no threat as long as you do what he says, and Malleus is here so why would you ever want to leave?

Lilia will eventually make up an excuse to try and soothe Sebek, telling him that you might be having conflict with some of the residents which has caused you to want to leave, and accidentally convincing him that he’s the one making you want to leave.

Sebek will never tell you that he wants you to stay (he hasn’t quite figured that out himself) but he will make an effort to stop saying negative things to you, meaning that he just doesn’t say much at all in your presence. After all, he knows what your friendship means to Malleus, and he couldn’t let himself be the reason for his unhappiness.

Sure, it doesn’t hurt him to enjoy being met with your kindness after ceasing to vilify you for being human. But it’s not for him, it’s for Malleus’ sake that he’s playing nice. Right?

[enid-rhees]

Okay so that idea you have about the reader bringing Enid piercings got me thinking about non-apocalyptic/pre-apocalyptic Enid au...

Imagine being in your senior year with Enid, cept' she looks more like this:

*just pretend this is Enid not Elisia lmao-*

Andddd reader has a crush on Enid. She's intrigued by her piercings and her style...

So one day, Enid catches reader staring during class and teases her later on for it.

AGHHH IDK, I HAVE SO MANY Highschool!Enid au IDEASSS-

I'm sorry this is incredibly confusing...idek what I'm saying at this point haha, I'm high af rn 💀✋

ohhhh i love this and i’m able to picture this super cute interaction AAAA okay okay (and i am too 😭)

warnings: none! it’s just a really cute story :’)) although maybe a warning bc i based part of this on how it used to be in high school for me kinda (mostly the lunch part)

a/n: hope u all enjoy! 🫶🏻 requests are back open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned! all info is there :) also for the plot, you are an adopted Grimes child.

you hated math. everything about it was confusing, and you were never able to get the hang of it. the class was long, the teacher was boring, you would quite literally wish to be anywhere but here.

there was only one good thing about math class: Enid Rhee.

Enid Rhee is the girl that sat in the desk across from you. she was smart, insanely pretty, and had this nose piercing that somehow made her even prettier.

if you were being honest, you had a crush on Enid. scratch that - you had a huge crush on Enid. it was a bit pathetic, really. the two of you barely talked, and the few times you did, it left your face burning like crazy. she’s helped you with your in-class work, guiding you through each problem to help you pass.

you loved the way she dressed, how she expressed herself. she always wore darker clothing, and always wore this beanie on her head. but it was cute.

Enid always paid attention in class, because she never really spoke to anyone. she had her group of friends, but you only saw them together at lunch, which took place right after this class. that was also another good thing about math.

“okay, who knows the answer to question three?” the teacher called out, you jumped slightly at the loudness of his voice in the quiet classroom.

for a few seconds, nobody raised their hand. you kept your head down, making it seem like you were still working.

“ah, Enid! you know the answer?” you snapped your head up, Enid had her hand raised. she put it down, “six hundred and eighty seven?” she questioned unsurely.

god, she looked so cute. her maroon eyeshadow really made her green eyes pop, making it easy to get lost in them.

“yes! good, Enid! that’s the answer! everybody, make sure you write that down.” as everyone looked back down at their papers, your eyes were stuck in Enid.

she wrote down the answer, and started to move onto the next one. you sat there, your chin resting in the palm of your hand as you watched her with what could only be described as heart eyes.

she looked so cute when she was concentrated, biting her lip as she tried to figure out the answer.

“Y/N!” you jumped in your seat once more when the teacher yelled your name. your face burned as you looked up at him. “i asked you what the answer was to question four?” he asked, clearly annoyed with you for not paying attention.

“u-um,” you stuttered, looking down at your paper, when you looked back up, Enid was looking at you, a soft smile on her face. it made your face burn more.

she then held up 5 fingers underneath her desk. you quickly looked away, “the answer is five… sir.”

“correct! good job, Y/N. make sure to pay attention next time, yeah?” you nodded and put your head back down, mentally cursing at yourself for being caught doing that.

the bell suddenly rang and everyone stood up from their seats, shoving the paper into their folder and into their bag. “whatever you don’t finish is homework!” the teacher announced as everyone was leaving.

as you were putting your folder and notebook back into your bag, Enid appeared next to you. “hi.” she smiled.

“hi.” you smiled back, trying to act calm despite your racing heart. “having… trouble with the work?” she questioned, almost teasingly.

you looked down, trying to hide your growing smile. “uh, yeah. something like that.”

Enid thought for a moment, her eyes looking up at the ceiling briefly. “wanna uh, sit somewhere together at lunch? i could help you.”

it took you a moment to process what she said. your heart felt like it was going to explode. you were surprised she couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating inside your chest.

“y-yeah. i’d love to.” you told her. her smile grew wider. “great, let’s go.”

you made your way to the cafeteria in silence, not knowing what to say to her. you hoped that maybe she felt equally as nervous.

the two of you got in line for food. Enid picked up two trays, handing one to you. you gave her a small smile as a thank you. thin crusted pizza sat in pans behind the glass, and you sighed in relief.

normally, you hated school food. but the pizza was somewhat good, and one of the most tolerable foods the school had to offer. didn’t go well with chocolate milk, though.

Enid led you to a two-chair table near the back of the cafeteria. when you sat down, you gave her a gave her a look of uncertainty, “are your uh, friends okay with you not sitting with them?”

she brushed it off with her hand, “they’re fine.” you nodded and took a bite of the pizza. “by the way, you didn’t have to give me the answer.” you chuckled.

Enid shrugged, “i don’t know, seemed like you were pretty distracted by something.” she said in a tone you couldn’t decipher.

you fumbled with the milk carton in your hand as you tried to think of what to say back. was it really that obvious you were staring at her?

“you know, if you like the way i look you can just tell me.” Enid said, confirming your thoughts from two seconds ago. you looked down at your food and tried to hide your embarrassment.

“sorry i-“ you laughed, genuinely at a loss for words. you took a deep breath, “i think you’re cool as hell, Enid.” you chuckled nervously. “you intrigue me.”

“yeah?” she questioned. “how?”

you shrugged, “i mean- your style, i love it. you’re… funny, and smart. but you’re quiet in class unless you have to answer a question. and something about it, i just really like.” you admitted, and you swore your heart was about to pound out of your chest any second.

Enid smiled, a tint of red highlighting her cheeks. “i think you’re pretty cool too.”

but she cleared her throat immediately, shaking her head slightly. “but uh, would you like some help with Mr. Rovia’s work? just so you don’t have to do it at home.”

you blinked, “yeah- yeah that would be nice.” you pulled your folder out of your bag and took the sheet of paper out. Enid pulled out her pen, immediately solving the next problem.

Enid then moved her chair closer to yours, and your shoulders were basically touching. you felt your heart start to race again.

she started to guide you through each problem, and if you were being honest, Enid was a better help than Mr. Rovia ever was. but that also went for most teachers anyway.

before you knew it, the two of you had finished the work. “thanks, Enid. genuinely.” you told her. “i’m always here to help.” she responded.

the bell rang again, signaling that lunch was over. you threw away the leftover food and placed the tray on top of the bin. your next class was science, another class you shared with Enid. but you also shared that class with your little shit of a brother, Carl.

when you entered the classroom, Enid pulled you by the sleeve over to an empty table with two seats. you looked over, and luckily, Carl was busy talking with his friend Henry.

Carl knew about your crush on Enid, and would take every opportunity he had to embarrass you if he saw you with her right now.

“hey, isn’t that your brother?” Enid questioned. you nodded, “yep. little asshole.”

Enid giggled, and that might’ve been one of the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard.

“alright class!” the teacher shouted. it was highly unnecessary, given that the classroom was small and everyone was already paying attention.

“i’ve assigned a project.” she announced, and few people groaned. “oh hush. this one is more entertaining than the others. for this project, you need to make a replica of a volcano and recreate an eruption. you’ll be working with one other student, the person you’re sitting next to.”

you and Enid turned to each other with wide smiles. you’re unable to control how happy you are on the inside, knowing that this could bring you guys closer, and maybe-

“take your computers out and start researching the different types of eruptions that can occur with your partner. this project is due Friday.”

Enid pulled hers out, “ready to completely ace this project… partner?” she asked with the cutest grin.

you couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes once more, not understanding how someone this beautiful was in front of you.

you bit your lip as you tried to hide your own lovesick smile, “yeah… let’s do it.”

[definitelynotshouting]

Oh my goodness, this new chapter. Every time you update hunger au I go back and read the entire thing from start to finish - I think sections of it are written on the back of my eyelids now.

Grian is absolutely going through it right now, poor guy - everything’s topsy turvy, his friends won’t listen to his Very Reasonable points about their safety, and it sounds like he’s fighting a killer migraine in the form of the tendrils.

And the Grian Retrieval Squad! They’re fraying at the seams because getting to Grian was only ever half the battle, and they’re all trying so hard. Pearl last chapter was such a terrible delight.

Scar finally pulling all the key information together is wonderfully fitting. He’s one of the few able to consistently get past Grian’s defenses (after all they’ve seen of each other, flayed raw and aching), and he knows dissembling - knows what it looks like when Grian’s hiding things, small or large - well enough to pinpoint all the things Grian tried hardest to keep from saying, and drag them into a whole.

I’ll save the rest of my rambling for a more fleshed-out AO3 comment, but thank you as always for a wonderfully heart-wrenching chapter!

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Anon im so so glad you liked this chap!!!! Yeah its ALL a mess rn, and i really enjoyed writing Scar piecing things together!!! From the comments im receiving about it, it seems very much like i hit a good pace with that, and while some people are surprised i think i managed to keep it from feeling super out of nowhere (which im relieved about, that was a slight worry of mine)

Im looking forward so much to writing the next chapter. Hopefully i wont have to cut this one in half too, bc MAN i have some exciting things planned for it >:]

[smallestapplin]

Not sure if requests are open and if they aren't or you don't write Hybrids please just disregard this. Could I have some headcanons (nsfw or not) for Obstagoon hybrid Piers? He just seems like he would be very good to cuddle and make nice growling sounds and I kind of want that in my live RN.

I’m ascending, THANK YOU!! Hybrid aus are my JAM!

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🎸Piers🎸

- The only addition to Piers with his hybrid nature are the black and white tipped ears on the top of his head, glowing pink eyes, sharp teeth, and insanely long tongue.

- Another feature are his claw like hands, but he keeps the nail parts trimmed and filed down. As cool as they are and would rock with his style, he doesn’t want to risk hurting his friends and specifically Marine.

- He’s so awkward trying to court you.

- Piers himself doesn’t like conflict, he just wants to rest, but the Obstagoon part of his brain is screaming for him to taunt and fight someone to prove he’s the better mate for you.

- Basically becomes your personally body guard, and much like his ace pokemon, he blocks people from getting too close to you.

- He growls lowly and snarls as a warning before letting out a loud booming roar like sound. It’s almost deafening.

- Piers also brings you food items and trinkets you’d like, he wants to show you he can not only protect you, but provide for you too. He lights up when he makes something for you and you praise him for it or like it, if he had a tail it would be wagging.

- But his low grumbly purrs give him away.

- He wants to sing for you, oh he desperately wants to sing for you, but he can’t sing slow sweet songs without difficulty.

- Piers‘s hybrid nature makes soft love songs difficult to sing without yelling.

- But he tries so hard for you, and he does it! Oh he does it and he’s so proud of himself!

- And when you agree to be his partner he is over the moon.

- The monochromatic man maybe tired, and grumpy, but for you? He’s soft, he’s gentle, and undeniably loving.

- Malewife™️ but denies it in public.

- He raised Marine by himself, he knows how to cook and bake, though he is better at cooking than baking.

- Piers likes rubbing his cheek against yours or nuzzling against your neck, it’s his ‘subtle’ way of scenting you.

- Humans may not be able to smell his scent clinging to you, but other hybrids can, and Obstagoon hybrids aren’t known for being to kind.

- But he can’t help but show even in public that he’s your mate.

- While he’s never over the top with his PDA, Piers is always touching you in some way.

- He’s also perfect for when you’re too nervous to talk to the cashier or waiter, he gladly does it for you, and makes sure you’re still okay after.

- Also, while he tries not to do this, he will occasionally softly bump his head against you.

- Also he likes nuzzling you, a lot.

- ADORES cuddling. His purrs are like a low engine rumbling.

- It’s so soothing to listen to and easy to fall asleep to, especially if you’re laying on him and you can feel it.

- Sometimes if you do something stupidly cute, he lets out a growling sound, that just sounds like he’s more done with you than anything.

- But then you just breathe and it turns into purring.

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🔞18+Only!

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- You probably didn’t realize how truly long his tongue is until you two were getting hot and heavy. His tapered tongue licked your bottom lip, and you opened you mouth, only to be surprised and choke when his tongue was quite literally down your throat, causing you to jump back and cough.

- “Shit! Love are you alright?”

- Piers coos and pats your back, apologizing relentlessly, until he saw your flushed face, and glossy eyes.

- “Sorry, I wasn’t ready. Do it again.”

- Oh.

- You also learn that not only is his tongue long, but also pierced.

- Even when your hands are buried in his long hair, crying out as his tongue reaches far deeper inside you than any human possible.

- The small nubs on the piercing rub so gently on your insides.

- His face is flush against your sex while he tongue fucks your hole. You can feel his partial smirk.

- Bite marks bite marks bite marks.

- He leaves so many on you no matter what, if you want to leave the bed without bite marks you’d going to need to muzzle him.

- A bit aggressive and more prone to rough fucking than his counterparts.

- Though his nails are dulled he never fails to scratch you up, or have a bruising grip on you.

- He’s so apologetic afterwards.

- He doesn’t mean to be so rough! He should have learned to control it better by now.

- Though you always tell him it’s fine and just how much you like it.

- Collar him up and tug on the leash, he drools and moans just from that, please give him more!

[anawrites3]

"Honestly, Bruce, what were you thinking?"

Clark sighed exasperatedly as he dodged a porcelain vase flying his way - a third of which shattered pieces were already adorning the wooden floor of King's study chamber - trying to bring himself to be just a little bit more empathetic towards his fellow monarch. He couldn't even recall now how many times has he heard the words "outrageous" and "shameless" this night. If he had to be completely frank with himself although, it was hard. It's not like he didn't feel bad for Bruce when his dear friend found himself in a situation like this, with a choice that was leaving him with no good options. It was only normal that he also felt mad at him since it put his dear nephew in an even worse position.

As a bargaining chip.

"You could've accepted any courtship from so many young and virtuous men!" And Clark remembered many of them and their families taking interest in the young prince as soon as his 16th birthday came; sir Wallace with the brightest smile he's ever seen, lord Queen's charge, prince Roy, even foreign knights like mysterious sir Lucas or sir Raptor seemed bewitched by young prince's charm. Clark found Bruce's overprotectiveness amusing back then, now though..."You should've let them try at least when they asked for Richard's hand, then he wouldn't--"

"I thought" Bruce growled through gritted "I'm giving him a chance. To fall in love, to choose by himself. I thought I'm giving a chance to my son, not to some..." Bruce waved his hand in the direction of his desk where the offending letter lay. "Some old, deprived bastard to ask for him like a war trophy!"

Clark didn't have to look at the letter again, he remembered perfectly the words that horrified him more than his friend's grieving face. Lord Wilson - The Terminator as they called him - whose own kingdom was in a state of war with Gotham for years now, years that took thousands of lives, proposed conflict resolution, a pact that would unite the kingdoms in peace against stronger opponents like Nanda Parbat.

Slade Wison wanted young prince Richard as his spouse - such a small price, a bastard son for peace. A beloved child for the misery of father.

Anon, I love you so much!!! It’s so good ahhh I love royalty aus! I already said it earlier but I’ll say it again - I’m having love/hate relationship with you rn because ITS SO FREAKING GOOD but because of it I almost wrote a whole fic in this reply! I hope you don’t mind me adding to your idea, I really couldn’t stop myself! You guys seriously need to tell me if you’re okay with me writing about your ideas when you send me asks haha

Slade is a sly fucker for using a war like this, damn. And I love how Dick is a bastard son. Or maybeee people just think about him as a bastard son because Bruce took him in and he’s not a royalty by blood. UGH I LOVE IT!! Oh and I really like that Clark is here as well!

Thank you so much for sharing with me! I had to write something for you and I tried to keep it short but... well, see for yourself I guess

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"You should have let those men interested in Richard get closer to him." Clark spat out. He knew that there was nothing they could do about it now, knew that Bruce hated the situation even more than he did but he needed to let those words out. "You should have let them at least get to know each other so then Dick would be able to decide for himself. But no, you were just scaring them away instead and now-"

Another vase crashed against the wall where Clark was standing just a moment ago. Bruce grabbed another thing close to him - a potted plant, as there were no more vases left - but before he could throw it at Clark as well, another voice spoke up.

"You're making a mess." Dick said quietly from the doorstep. He had his arms wrapped around himself and looked smaller than a prince ever should. "Other people will have to clean it up for you."

"Dick..."

"I've thought this through." Dick began in a mostly steady voice, not looking at any of them. He wet his lips nervously. "Well, there wasn't really much thinking to do but still... I'm- I'm going to accept Lord Wilson's offer."

The pot slipped out of Bruce's hand and hit the floor loudly, spilling the dirt all around the king's feet.

"No." he said firmly, when he finally found his voice back.

"Bruce-" Clark tried gently but the man ignored him.

"No, Dick. I'm not letting you-"

"Then what do you want to do?" Dick demanded. He looked up at his father at last, his eyes red and rimmed, expression taut as if he was in pain. "What else can you do? Do nothing and just let even more people die in this damn war? Wait a few more years so Wilson'll ask for Jason instead when he gets old enough?"

Bruce stumbled as if he was punched. Clark didn't blame him, feeling himself like he was about to collapse.

"Dick-"

"We don't have a choice, Bruce. And I know you know it." Dick straightened with a shaky breath. "As a crown prince, it's my responsibility to take care of my people. I'm not letting them die for a war that has no purpose. If it takes just one to save hundreds- thousands... then I'm ready to do it."

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Dick looked out of the carriage's window, trying to get his hands to stop shaking.

Bruce demanded a meeting before giving Wilson their answer and the king of a neighboring country agreed without any further demands. All warfare was suspended now that the peace treaty was being arranged but their warriors still waited with a held breath - none of them could know whether an agreement would be reached.

Dick knew. There was no way he would ever allow more people to die for nothing, not if he had a way to stop the war. Agreeing to Slade's terms was his decision, it was for the better of both countries. Still, thinking about it like that didn't help with stopping the trembling of his hands.

He met Slade Wilson only a few times in his life but he knew how powerful that man was. There was something about him, something that screamed danger. He had this aura around him that made others fear him, made them want to run away even with being aware that turning your back to him might be fatal. But with that fear came respect. Wilson was a good king, people were saying, he was rigorous but fair.

Maybe he would be a good husband as well.

"We're almost here." Clark announced softly and Dick lifted his head to stare at the castle looming in the distance.

"Oh." he breathed out quietly. He sent his uncle a small smile. "Thank you."

"Of course." Clark replied with a smile of his own, though a bit more forced. He wasn't happy about the deal either. No one was. Even Jason grabbed at his sleeve this morning and tried to stop him from leaving.

Bruce didn't look up. He was staring at his knees with a frown since the moment their journey started and it was clear he was thinking about something hard. Dick placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"It's the best solution." he said when he met his father's eyes.

Bruce placed his hand on top of his and closed his eyes with a tired sigh. He looked so old, so fragile. Not like the proud king he should be.

"Maybe..." Bruce began slowly in a raspy voice. "Maybe if we offered him something else. We still can-"

"He won't agree. You know he won't."

"Maybe it won't be that bad..." Clark offered weakly but Bruce just glared at him.

"I'll be alright." Dick assured them.

He really tried to believe those words himself as the carriage stopped in front of the castle’s entrance.

- - - - -

Slade was already waiting for them in the throne hall when they arrived. He was talking with one of his generals but quickly turned their way when they stepped inside the room. His single eye immediately found Dick and the young prince hid his trembling hands behind his back.

He felt as if his heart was beating loud enough for Slade to hear it even across the giant hall.

"King Wayne. Lord Kent." Slade greeted them with a nod, standing up from his throne. The smile on his lips was a little bit too predatory for Dick's liking. "Prince Richard. Welcome. I’m honored to host you in my country.”

Dick bowed his head. "Your Majesty."

"We appreciate your hospitality, Your Majesty." Clark said, ever the diplomat. “We are aware it was all pretty sudden.”

Not even a week passed since they received Slade’s letter. No one could blame Dick for wanting to stop the war as fast as possible - there was no point in delaying what they all knew would happen anyway.

"Not at all." Slade replied easily, his eye never leaving Dick. No one said a word about the grim expression on Bruce's face. "It's recommended for me and Prince Richard to get to know each other better after all."

"Don't get ahead of yourself. You still didn't get your answer." Bruce hissed through his teeth.

That at least made Slade look away. Dick could breathe a little bit easier without that heavy pressure on him.

"Of course not." Slade hummed. He glanced at Dick again. "You're free to stay here as long as you want before answering to my offer. We all know that reaching an agreement, especially in war times, takes a lot of time and thought."

Bruce pursed his lips into a thin line but before he could answer, Clark placed heavy hand on his shoulder and spoke for him,

"We're grateful for your generosity, Your Majesty, but I’m afraid we won't be able to stay for long."

"I wasn't talking to you. My offer concerns Prince Richard, does it not?" Slade's fingers wrapped gently around Dick's hand and guided it to the king's lips to place a kiss there. "By all means, my prince, make yourself at home."

Part 2 Part 3

[daedalusdavinci]

Eridave Fic Recs

im 99% sure ive already offered my fic recs for eridave but im going to do it again. i havent gone through the tag in a couple of years and it seems like its gotten more popular than it was back in the day, but heres my list of top fics

Lee Shore

by JumpingJackFlash (@jumpingjacktrash on tumblr i think?)

"I asked Egbert to ask you if you have Ampora's new contact information." "No, man, I didn't even know the old info was old. How can you not have a contact for him? It's not like he changed his chumhandle, email, and phone number all at once." "As a matter of fact, that is apparently exactly what he did. And deleted his Facebook and his photo blog." "Dramariffic." In the years after the game, the twelve trolls and eight humans have tried to stick together, because no one else would understand. When Eridan misses one of their yearly reunions, Dave makes an impulsive decision to go find him.

starting off so strong with THE eridave fic. i have reread this one very recently actually so i can tell you w complete confidence that this is the best one. this is THE one. if you only ever read one eridave fic make it this one. and then come back and read mine no but like im being so real rn its so good. eridans pretentious and a dickwipe and juuust whiny enough and daves complete no bullshit attitude with him works so well. their dynamic is peak in this, like. its everything.

Prince Unicorn (If There's Anything More Important Than My Ego Around, I Want It Caught And Shot Now)

by spritezee

After years spent mastering his job-hopping skills on the interplanetary level, a combination of chance and fortunate family ties lands one Dave Strider a job as a personal bodyguard to Eridan Ampora, prince and heir to an almost unparalleled fiscal empire. He assumes it’ll be just another job he’ll be able to leave behind when the time comes, another story to tell on slow nights where the man with the most tales is the king of the universe, but as all things in life, nothing is ever quite that simple.

spritezee writes some of the best eridave fics out there. this one in particular is my favorite. its not only a space au but its really a love letter to the scifi genre and you can tell just reading through it that a lot of care went into the worldbuilding. dave and bros relationship is a total mess in a way thats honestly really interesting, and zee always writes a great dynamic for eridan and dave. plus, you HAVE to admit thats a great fucking title

Little Brother

by spritezee

When John asked you if you were feeling any better yet earlier you told him you were fucking lonely as balls and considering changing your occupation to prostitute so you could find your own personal Edward Lewis to pay you loads of money for standing around and looking pretty. Then you told him you’d always wanted to have sex on a piano, so it’d all work out fine. The reference went straight over his head, which in hindsight should not have surprised you in the least because Pretty Woman isn’t really John’s usual genre, and even if it had been it’s not anywhere near obscure and shitty enough to catch his eye. When Rose asked you the same thing a few minutes later you told her you discovered the small store at the far side of your street carries penis-shaped candles and that you now swore by watching them slowly burn down right to the waxen ballsack as a therapeutic relaxation technique.

again, always a great eridan and dave dynamic w this author. if it wasnt really clear by the summary, this fic in particular is fucking hilarious and dave and his wandering metaphors are a lot of fun in it.

other than that, tho, all of my recommendations are just going to be more of spritezees fics, so i REALLY recommend that you just save me the time and go check out their stuff yourself. if i ever delve back into the eridave tag ill make sure to let yall know if i find any bangers

[too-many-rooks]

thanks @dykesville for tagging me, this was fun! (DISREGARD how my first answer seems to suggest otherwise)

When was the last time you cried? Ough. Um, my grandad died, and then I feeling guilty about how much more of an emotional reaction I had when my dog died about six months ago, and then I started thinking about my dead dog, and then I started crying. Anyway this is getting off to a great start, lets roll on to next question babyy!

Do you have kids? Nope, I'm 24, single, live at home and work a part time minimum wage job, and have in no way figured out my life/what I want my life to be. Don't particularly plan to have kids, but the concept of even thinking about having kids is extremely distant rn.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I think so? like a normal, british amount, I guess?

What sports do you play? None really, I played Hockey when I was at school, and did a lot of swimming, then in my late teens and early 20s I had some physical health issues that prevented me from doing anything like that, but in the past couple of years I've been building back my muscle and stuff, and at the moment I'm really into going on long walks as I live on the edge of my town and get into the countryside quite easily.

Whats the first thing you notice about people? What they're wearing, usually.

What's your eye colour? Blue.

Scary movies or happy endings? I am a big big coward, so can't really do scary movies - if it's like an unnerving psychological horror sure, but if there's some spooky victorian ghost lady lurking about and the threat jump scares, I'm OUT. I like a happy ending.

Any special talents? I'm a really good cook, bc I have a good palatte, I'm really good at tasting a dish and knowing how it needs to be altered for the flavour balance to be right, and I'm good at knowing what flavours will go well together, and freestyling a meal. Also I can roll my eyes back in my head so only the whites are showing, which is kinda freaky and fun.

Where were you born? Pattaya. (Technically the hospital was in Na Kluea, but it says Pattaya on my passport.)

What are your hobbies? Cooking, Hiking, Video games, Writing, and I've been getting increasingly into photo/video editing stuff as I've been learning how to make gifs, and have been making assets for a tabletop thing (basically an alex rider au) I'm planning to run with my friends.

Do you have pets? Ah.. uh, not anymore. 😅

How tall are you? 5'8", I think?

Favourite subject in school? I'm a humanities girlie, through and through, so English, History, Politics, and Classical civ.

Dream job? I've got two history degrees so would love to make those useful. If I lean in to the fantasy of a 'dream' job where it has none of the actual real life shittyness and I'd magically be great at it, I'd love to be able to write? Or, different fantasy element, just a skill I totally don't have, I think doing historical costuming for tv/stage/movies would be an extremely fun blend of historical research and creativity. Though I can barely sew a button IRL, so that dreams probably a little distant.

tagging @countessrivers and @icebluecyanide or whoever else might want to answer :)

[thornvault]

Kali Introduction Post

As I've previously threatened, here's info on my Magnifico ship OC (shoutout to @king-magnifico-haven who actually asked for this!! You're so special to me rn 🩷)

Keep in mind that Kali is still a VERY new concept (originally created less than 24 hours ago at the time of writing this, though it may take me a minute to post) so a lot of this information is very likely subject to change. I have the basic idea, but as I toy around with the story I'll be thinking of new things. I'm impatient though so I'm posting what I got so far anyway!

Please be kind to the art. I don't like drawing humans so I don't do it very often 😆

Summary: Kali is in their mid-20s, nonbinary (they/them); they start out as Magnifico's apprentice and eventually become a Dark Mage, but in a good way. They're mastering that damn book. Kicking its butt. They're very motivated. Powerful OCs are cool and sexy!

Personality: Kali is soft-spoken but firm. They are most comfortable being in the background and much prefer to take orders than give them, but they're capable of taking charge if the situation demands it. They are outwardly polite and without much of a temper, though they have a mischievous side that they may show once they feel comfortable. Still new to the concept of safety, they can be a bit skittish and a people-pleaser, but they'll unlearn those habits in time. Once they grow more accustomed to their new home, they'll gradually become more outspoken as time goes by.

Plot: The main change to the movie for this AU is that there are several months or even years between Asha's failed interview and the rest of all that plot. Instead of immediately making a Wish Upon A Star™ and being heard, it stews a while, maybe Asha even gets her own little underground rebellion going before Star ever shows up. Let there be a proper plot. Once she turns 18, she'll just choose to keep her wish, what's Magnifico going to do about it? He may not like it but it does seem like a voluntary thing to do so he's not going to force her. For now.

Anyway. Onto Kali. They're relatively new to Rosas, a war fugitive from a place I haven't yet named. Kali has seen more than their fair share of suffering and loss. The Kingdom of Rosas always sounded like a fairytale to them, they never fully believed it to be real until they found it. Welcomed to a safe haven in exchange for nothing, they feel indebted to the people, and Magnifico especially, for taking them in.

Their Wish™ is to be able to help, to make a difference - however small - in the lives of people and all living beings. The pain they've endured has made them gentle, not cold, and they just want to make things better. Their past reminds Magnifico of his own, and seeing their wish when they give it to him, he offers them the position of his assistant - what better way to help than by learning magic, after all? Kali turns out to be fairly talented in it. It'll take a while to learn all the spells and potions and whatnot, but they clearly have the potential.

We all know why I'm here, of course. As surely nobody who's ever met me could have guessed, this mentor/student arrangement turns into an affair, which then turns into the real deal. Only there is the small problem of the Queen who may not be entirely on board with this concept. Sorry Amaya.

I haven't entirely figured out how things will play out here, only that Kali will stand by Magnifico and try to help as he slowly slips off the deep end, whereas Amaya just sort of drops him the second he starts glowing (really, Kali felt bad for her, but if she wanted to keep him she should've treated him better). It's not that they fully agree with his methods, but A) he's their mentor, surely he knows best; and B) he's not entirely wrong. Yeah, people should get their wishes back if they want them, it's THEIR wishes after all, but damn you're not even going to ask him nicely? Just break in and steal them after he's spent years keeping them safe for you? And he's clearly not doing well so they're sort of stuck between being supportive and trying to steer him into another direction, it's a weird position to be in.

Anyway, let's assume we're still going with movie canon to some degree and the ending still happens. Amaya offers Kali a position as High Mage; though wishes will of course no longer be taken nor granted, magic can still be useful. They may continue their studies by themself and continue living in the castle. It doesn't feel right at all, and they miss Magnifico.

So Kali does the unthinkable, and gets out that book. They're careful, very careful, but they have a lot more time now than Amaya and Dahlia did, and there has to be some way to free him. Getting him out of the mirror sounds easy enough, though it does require using spells from the forbidden book. But then there's the whole deal with unbinding him - well, at that point both of them, really. They visit him in the dungeon as often as they can without arousing suspicion, but it does take a long time for them to find a way to do all that.

And that's the story of how Kali begins to study forbidden magic and ways to use it safely, and revolutionizes the entire concept of how magic works. They can do it because they have genuinely good intentions with it and know how to keep their emotions in check. They got a pure heart. Come on, it's Disney, bear with me here. That makes sense in-universe. Magnifico gets fixed by True Love's Kiss and you can take that from my cold dead hands.

[constantfragmentation]

hey, just came here to tell you that i'm so so relieved that i was able to find your blog again !! and your jane eyre au fanfic with silco !! honestly, 'bend but not break' was (and still pretty much is) one of my favourite fanfics ever; not aus or silco fanfics, i mean one of THE best fanfics i've ever read. cannot even begin to describe how sad i was when i lost the ao3 link, and when i wasn't able to remember your blog's url.

and it was a shame, because BBNB was just *chef's kiss* 🤌. i literally stayed awake until sunrise reading it the first time, already getting inpatient for the next chapter. and i think it's mainly because you capture silco so so well, and you get 'jane eyre'; and you capture the dreadful air of the novel, and those little acts of tenderness and romance... and your smut it's quite great too. like, i still can't get over The Opera chapter, even after all this time 👀👀

still, now that i did find you, i'm not only gonna read that one, but i'm gonna get started on all your other works !! i know i'm getting repetitive but i just don't know how to express just how great i think your writing is. so for now, i just hope you get to read this !!

hope i didn't weird you out or anything !! please, have a great day, and stay safe <33

p.s.: i'm gonna read bbnb rn, until sunrise if necessary, just like in the good old days !! so if you hear someone's heart breaking, it might be mine !!

Omg?! Thank you! No, you are not weirding me out in any way.

I am so very humbled. You have no idea. I'm still learning as a writer, and I am my own worst critic.

I'm sorry I haven't been online to respond to this earlier because I've been really sick with the flu and binge watching Poldark (again).

I've been technically writing fiction since 2015 and it's been a learning curve with each story. For some odd reason, historical eras seem to fit my style in writing. I can do modern but this era I feel like I can sink my teeth into it.

I'm a huge fan of gothic horror/suspense/romance. So, yeah, I guess you can see that in the choices I make.

I must admit I'm not all together happy with the last chapter of BBNB, I might want to change some things in that chapter before moving on (maybe because it might meld into the next chapter better? idk).

Even though I have approximately 5-6 chapters (depending on how big the chapters get, I'm terrible about posting novel-length chapters) left in Bend, it should be an emotional rollercoaster. There are soooo many things I have left to run with before it ends.

As of the lastest chapter, I'm deviating from Jane Eyre a bit, while still holding onto certain plot-points for context but I want to play more with the Regency Arcane/Silco's world.

I do have other ideas for Silco stories I want to write. One will deal with a younger, hot-head SIlco. Another I'm tempted to play with a Roaring 20's Underground.

Then I have a story that I'm developing into an original gothic novel. I have maybe too much on my plate. LOL

It's moments like this when I wish I didn't have to 'work' a regular job to pay the bills because I would literally write all day, every day.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate you sending me this. It really does brighten my day. That may sound cliche, but it does. I admit I don't have the greatest self-esteem, but I'm working on it.

That someone likes something I've written that much to comment at all and tell me they're re-reading it... my heart is going to explode.

I am working on both Regency Silco stories. When my head doesn't feel like a fog-horn inside of a 100lb bowling ball, I should be in a better space to be creative. It's zapped when you feel exhausted. Working 60hr weeks lately probably hasn't helped my health any.

Thank you again sooooo much for this. Never feel like you're bothering me or weirding me out. I love and embrace all comments, good or critical.

[laurzvahll]

for the rockstar phos au, what's the equivalent of the winter arc here? whats going to happen to antarc, and will it give phos ptsd and hallucinations like in canon?

HELLO ANON!! Thank u for the ask😆😆 answering from my phone rn because I didn’t want to wait.

This post might get long so im gonna cut it here

ALRIGHT, a little bit on Antarc and the winter arc. Just a warning that characters might be a little ooc im trying my best LOL. This isn’t 100% set in stone, and if people have better suggestions or ideas I will be very glad to hear them considering I just thought of this AU for funsies so the routes I made up may not be the best there are. If that makes sense.

So, initially I wanted Phos to be invited by Dia to a holiday party or maybe just a normal house party towards the beginning of December. All the college gems are celebrating being on winter break and whatnot. Phos goes because I don’t think Phos would reject a party invite, but also because it’s mentioned that there’s a possibility Cinnabar might be there. Spoiler alert, Cinnabar is in fact not at the party. But it’s okay because Phos takes this as an opportunity to get to know others more. They’re having quite a bit of fun, but once the other ‘gems’ start asking if they’re going to submit their college application and join them, Phos avoids the questions and decided to ask Dia if there’s a quiet room where they could take a quick break.

Dia leads Phos to the room and Phos closes the door behind them, only to realize there’s already someone else there too! And this is none other than Antarc, who im thinking of making some sort of exchange student to explain why they’re only around some months of the year. Phos sits down somewhere and wants to start a conversation but Antarc looks very busy (on their phone, totally busy). But Phos starts talking anyway after being bored for a couple seconds, and while Antarc is very hesitant at first, it’s not long before they both end up moving to a small couch in the room to continue their conversation. I’d like to think they talked for hours, Phos doing most of the talking ofc but Antarc seemed content with it. At some point, Dia comes back in surprise to see them still here and lets them know that the party is over. Phos says they better walk back to their apartment, and Antarc offers to walk them so Phos wouldnt have to walk home alone at like 3 in the morning. So they walk to Phos's apartment and Phos offers to exchange numbers. And thats pretty much how their first meeting goes! :3

I have a bunch of little scenarios thought out for the time they spent together but i dont want the post to get tooo long so just know that im thinking Phos's help towards Antarc's 'work' would be helping Antarc write a song maybe perhaps NOT TOO SURE YET but i do want this AU to revolve a lot around music :p

As for what happens to Antarc, (THIS MAY CHANGE) sorry guys but in my AU i am NOT letting Antarc die i cannnottt. But i Will let Phos believe Antarc is absolutely dead. The only reason im not letting them die completely is bc i want them to come back like at the end of canon where theyre turned into a lunarian. Im not entirely sure how im going to go about it, but theres going to be an incident where Phos and Antarc will get hurt, and Phos will only be able to watch unable to help Antarc at all just like in canon. Antarc is going to disappear, most likely to a hospital lawl, and the accident will make them have to go back home without Phos even knowing if they survived. For a reason i havent yet decided, Phos's texts cant reach Antarc either so that rly makes them believe Antarc issss x_x.

Phos's mental health plummets, their guilt is immense and they start not being able to sleep because when they do sleep their dreams are filled with that accident replaying over and over. They always believe to see Antarc out of the corner of their eye, and they do have full on hallucinations like in canon and their ptsd, i will not erase that important part of their character 🙏

Thats pretty much it for now sorry this is so long i rly didnt think it was gonna be this long LMAOOO. thank u sm for the ask im very happy to be able to talk about my AU xP

[kiwibirdlafayette]

on your Aitheaca au, when I was writing I was trying to imply that what was stolen was Capsize, but in my want to be vague I know I didn’t do a good job. Like my train of thought was that Ianite was, to a lesser extent, sensing Capsize in a similar vein to how she was sensing ‘Dianite’ when it was actually Tom, if that makes sense. I interpreted this version of Ianite as a goddess who despises not knowing, seeing it as a weakness in herself, so when she senses something that is “hers” but unrecognizable to her, she lies to Flash.

also! thinking about crew dynamics is interesting, cause depending on how you split them up you are almost always stuck with an instigator and an arbiter. The way you’ve split them up rn, Sonja and Tom are instigators (more Tom leaning than anything) and Spark’s the arbiter. Martha’s the arbiter while the other two are instigators. But this fluctuates depending on who’s in the room. Essentially, there’s always going to be a high chance for issues caused inside the group and out.

OH!!! Listen listen liSTENNNN do not say you didnt do didnt do a good job you did an excellent job, there aint nothin wrong with the choice to be vague with it I just dont catch onto things very well xD I really love that idea a ton, I totes agree that she would be able to pick up on Capsize's Ianitian quintessence (the ownership thing I feel could have ties to Capsize's connection to Ianite in the S1 world leaning on the side of being a messenger rather than the champion kind of cues that Jordan would carry if that makes any sense) and also what ya had mentioned on AO3 too, about Jordan's quintessence having ticks of World Historians in him as well that would obscure things a little makes a ton of sense as well and bangs :D

and yeah!!! Aitheaca Ianite is absolutely someone who is hellbent on being an 'all-knowing' for the sake of ultimate balance, where her logic is that if she can control everything, that's how she can guarantee that chaos or order doesnt have an opportunity to rise up- and is the principle on which her reign was founded on. I can imagine this brings her into conflict with the notion of the Watchers (who inherently possess this ability, while she has to rely on her intuitive judgement and using visual conduits/spies, like taking control of Flash) which is why I could maybe imagine she'd want to keep these kinds of things from Flash. She's very much aware of Merina's presence around her champion, and holds resentment that she can't have Merina as her spy and that under the right theoretical circumstance, could break Flash free of her manipulation at any given moment due to her having a higher form of omnipotence (all this being said, Merina is a lower level watcher and isn't at the level of possessing godly foresight that Ianite seems to think she has) I very much want it to feel like a psychological game that Ianite plays with her subordinates that she would only want Flash to believe and be aware of certain things while lying about things like weakness or potential flaw

And crew dynamics!! yessahh the instigator-arbiter combo was absolutely intentional >:] For the sake of chaos (dianitee moment) but also while it would be so easy to just pair them off in travelling groups as syndisparklez/foxxsize or embersduo/zombiecaptains it makes for more interesting writing for them to be split up with the person they had the rockiest history with + a Ruxomarian who does not want to be stuck there (in some random reality across the multiverse) to begin with. In a way the thought process is the "get along or fucking die" premise especially when they start encountering like Flash but like ya said it really is a lot of infighting xD in the Martha led group the dynamic centers around 3 Ianitees all holding some kind of reasonable resentment towards one another (though they can bond over seein their goddess/mom in such a different light and how thats affecting them; like Martha especially not having seen much of Ia in Ruxomar and while she spent time with S1 Ia, I can imagine how jarring it is to run into a universe where your mom is a corrupt deity) And then the Spark led group is just a mess, because Tom and Sonja are both massive instigators in their own way and while they can get into some absolutely unhinged shenanigans as a duo a rift was absolutely torn between them post-S2/Isles era that they become prone to not be willing to go back on their opinions of something and hear the other out. Spark hasnt spent a lot of time with either of them so its hard to take on anything but a methodology of compromise which neither of them want to really entertain- When the four are together the banter can feel a little friendlier because deep down they do all care for one another, they just have a hard time expressing it

In terms of the other instigator duos with Spark n Martha (speaking of, I have a scene with them two and Sonja, which has been funky to ponder on when they encounter Mianite for the first time) its kinda just chaos. Chaos like when you put two besties together xD

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

So, I gave holli a whole list with things preventing me from writing the fic I'm working on. But I think I need your help too? Since you're the Black family specialist (I agree with holli, we need a better name) I hope you can help me with these things :)

The Black Family library. Would you be able to take books away from it and bring them with you? Like would Sirius be able to take books with him to Hogwarts?

What kind of prejudices would Sirius still hold in 6th year? And would he realise that he has them?

In this, Sirius is more dark leaning. He struggles with the differences between his and James's magical alignments (James is more light leaning). How would that manifest itself?

Feel free to ignore this, but any and all ideas are welcomed :))

okokokok (trying not to jump at point 3 bc its one of my fav tropes)

Ohmygod. THE FREAKING LIBRARY. So. Libraries in ancient pure-blooded households are one of my faaaav things in fics. (I am writing that Voldemort Wins AU which we talked about rn, and it also has a huge emphasis on the library, since a lot of it takes place in 12GP, so I've been working with it a lot lately). So since 12GP is more space-limited than, say, Malfoy Manor, or the Manor Cygnus and Druella live in, I think rooms like the Library would have room enlargement charms on them. It would have a huge tall ceiling and rows and rows of tall bookshelves with ancient books in many many languages. Think like... tall gothic church ceilings, stained glass, statues of gargoyles that guard the restricted Dark Magic section. A huge lounge in the middle with sofas, chairs, a chandelier. I think most rooms have wards on them, so nobody is allowed into Orion's study, private bedrooms, etc. The library probably has wards too, but more extensive, something along the lines of "anybody who's family or a guest can enter", but "only family can borrow books" and "only x specific people can borrow books from the restricted section". If you borrow a book and don't return it, the pages are charmed to go blank and it becomes useless. If the book lands in the hands of someone it's charmed to be protected against (muggles, enemies of the family), same thing happen, or worse (like it sets itself on fire). (imagine Remus touching a book Sirius brought with him and it starts screaming at him because it's charmed against beasts). Walburga is the only one who's allowed into specific parts of the Dark Magic section, because she's petty like that, and at a certain point she extended the access onto Regulus as well when he asked very nicely. If you try to enter the restricted section without permission or take a book from it, the gargoyle statues wake up and attack you. Or like... plants, ivies? suddenly grow taller, grab you by the limbs. Fun. Lots of room for imagination. Love libraries.

This is a fun one :D Classism, number 1, above anything. Snape's Worst Memory happens when they're all around 16, nearing 17. There are no poor people in Sirius' immediate proximity, he is not exposed to that in any way. James is a rich pure-blood, Peter is presumably not from a poor family either. Now, Remus - people tend to forget - is only poor as an adult; as a kid, his dad also comes from a pure-blooded family with enough wealth, they are not Blacks or Potters-level rich, but Remus did not grow up poor. Snape is poor by muggle standards, not like the Weasleys who are poor for the Malfoys but can still afford to dress, feed and send all their kids to school, and travel to Egypt. Growing up like this, it shapes your entire personality. Neither of the MWPP seem to even remotely acknowledge that. Every Snape vs Marauders interaction in canon just.... drips with classism. The comments about his clothes, his nose, his appearance, calling him names. I think if Snape was a pure-blooded, rich, attractive guy, this dynamic would look so so different. Intellectualism, number 2. Sirius is not just smart, he is effortlessly smart. Going back to SWM in canon, James and Sirius in particular keep making fun of Peter for not getting things, or having difficulty with the exam. They both have the kind of gifted intelligence where they don't have to work hard for it like Peter or Remus, I think Sirius at 16 years old still does not understand that some people genuinely struggle with concepts that seem easy and effortless to him. "how can you not get something so simple?"; "don't be an idiot!" number 3, let's just call it popular guy syndrome? James and Sirius both have this issue - they are both very popular from day one, their names are recognizable, they are good at school, good at Quidditch, girls adore them, they are very attractive, very magically powerful... Just the whole package. They do have the whole bully aspect to them, even if it's not on purpose, it gives off a feeling that's a little intimidating to other students. I think that while James would try to use it in favor of making others feel more welcome, become a captain, head boy, etc, Sirius would be a little more reserved, more picky about who he lets into his inner circle, more mean to people he does not like who "want in" on their inside jokes and projects that he considers private. He will be very protective of his little friend group, which will come off a bit as a mean, intimidating popular guy.

Oh my GOD. This. This one right here, is something I love exploring SO much and NEVER see anywhere. Because this would be a thing, I think this would be their biggest and only fall-out, during the war, because James is SUCH a "black and white" kind of guy, while Sirius is literally Mr. "the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters, Harry". James would be 100% against Unforgivables, against torture, a "we are not like them" kind of person, while Sirius is a "fight fire with fire" and "an eye for an eye" kind of fighter. I can see them having this argument all the time, the "if we don't kill them back, we will never win" argument vs "if we do that, we become just like them". Therefore, situations where they catch a Death Eater, for instance, and Sirius wants to use more unconventional methods of torture, so they keep arguing. Or using curses that kill (not necessary Avada, but powerful explosions, fire, curses bordering on dark magic) during battles. I would love to see one particular instance of it when James chooses a light spell, and the guy survives and later severely injures and almost kills one of them, so Sirius kills him. So they keep going back and forth between "if you just weren't so stubborn and self-righteous, and killed him on spot, this would not have happened!" and "this is not the way, I barely recognize you anymore!"

This is so long, I'm sorryyyy ;;w;;