#lulu reads spear

[libraryleopard]

Historical fantasy novella retelling of Arthurian mythology, specifically the Perceval stories

Reimagines Perceval as a woman who disguises herself as a man to become a knight

Inspired by Welsh and Irish mythology

Lyrical & mythological prose

Lesbian main character

Queer knights, disabled knights, and knights of color in Arthur’s court

[theartofangirling]

part 3 of the 2023 version of this post: adult books!

part 1: middle grade books | part 2: young adult books

this is a very incomplete list, as these are only books I've read and enjoyed. not all books are going to be for all readers, so I'd recommend looking up synopses and content warnings. feel free to message me with any questions about specific representation!

list of books under the cut ⬇️

yerba buena by nina lacour

if we were villains by m.l. rio

everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily r. austin

i want to be a wall by honami shirono

portrait of a thief by grace d. li

the thirty names of night by zeyn joukhadar

on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong

love & other disasters by anita kelly

take a hint, dani brown by talia hibbert

boyfriend material by alexis hall

almost like being in love by steve kluger

the charm offensive by alison cochrun

something wild & wonderful by anita kelly

red, white & royal blue by casey mcquiston

something to talk about by meryl wilsner

honey girl by morgan rogers

one last stop by casey mcquiston

once ghosted, twice shy by alyssa cole

kiss her once for me by alison cochrun

a spindle splintered by alix e. harrow

finna by nino cipri

every heart a dooryway by seanan mcguire

the starless sea by erin morgenstern

under the whispering door by tj klune

space opera by catherynne m. valente

light from uncommon stars by ryka aoki

dead collections by isaac fellman

the city we became by n.k. jemisin

light carries on by ray nadine

an absolutely remarkable thing by hank green

feed them silence by lee mandelo

summer sons by lee mandelo

upright women wanted by sarah gailey

lavender house by lev a.c. rosen

fried green tomatoes at the whistle stop cafe by fannie flagg

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid

a master of djinn by p. djeli clark

witchmark by c.l. polk

a marvellous light by freya marske

a restless truth by freya marske

when women were dragons by kelly barnhill

plain bad heroines by emily m. danforth

a lady for a duke by alexis hall

infamous by lex croucher

passing strange by ellen klages

even though i knew the end by c.l. polk

the chosen and the beautiful by nghi vo

whiskey when we're dry by john larison

wake of vultures by lila bowen

silver in the wood by emily tesh

the once and future witches by alix e. harrow

the kingdoms by natasha pulley

a tip for the hangman by allison epstein

she who became the sun by shelley parker-chan

the song of achilles by madeline miller

spear by nicola griffith

this is how you lose the time war by amal el-mohtar and max gladstone

gideon the ninth by tamsyn muir

some desperate glory by emily tesh

all systems red by martha wells

a psalm for the wild built by becky chambers

the mimicking of known successes by malka older

winter's orbit by everina maxwell

fireheart tiger by aliette de bodard

empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo

legends and lattes by travis baldree

the house in the cerulean sea by tj klune

other ever afters by melanie gillman

the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

a day of fallen night by samantha shannon

a strange and stubborn endurance by foz meadows

the unbroken by c.l. clark

real queer america by samantha allen

fun home by alison bechdel

in the dream house by carmen maria machado

better living through birding by christian cooper

why fish don't exist by lulu miller

[lu-lus-dicks]

@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 2

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, lulu is a dog, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?

chapter: 2/? / chapter Word count: 1852 / total word count: 3283

Featuring: babygirl anon and @xxx-angie . eventually will feature solis, the oc of @soliac-snecc

nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.

A/N: I am a little drunk while writing the start of this, forgive me for any weird mistakes and stuff. bit of a change to the script, angie will no longer be a villain, but an obstacle and yes. I am currently the only true villain. the font size joke was very much forced in

this chapter is huskers-bar focused

"Ugh... Fuck"

The growly and gruff voice of Huskers echoed throughout the empty room. They winced as they rolled over in bed, accidentally knocking over a pile of empty bottles. The sound of their clinking was giving them a headache. One shattered at the side of the makeshift bed of their small private room-

Which you can only get at voxtek, come and become a part of the family! Voxtek, trust us with your employment and living quarters-

Ugh, they must be hallucinating... They squinted their eyes, trying to make sense of their surroundings. The migrane wasn't helping. Huskers stared at the ceiling, a little more dazed than usual. They tried to recall what happened, but the past few hours were completely wiped from their memory. It must've been one of those days. They look over at the clock.

It'a about time they get to work...

With one groan they get up, dragging their hands on the floor as they reach for their keys and phone. The room still spun a little, but it's not like they had a choice. They headed towards the door, less than ready, and finally left their sanctuary.

~

"Where the fuck is my cameraman?!" The angry shouting of Val could be heard from behind closed doors. Vox can already hear the glasses breaking and his precious voxtek equipment getting destroyed. The frustration of dealing with that mans temper never stops. Who does he think he is anyway?! Making all these expensive equipment costs money! Precious money! And it doesn't help the fact that he always demands the highest quality cameras too. Besides, why does he need them?! His eyes see in 144p anyway!

It was right at that point when a knife cut through the wooden door and broke yet another piece of expensive furniture. Great. All these were custom made god damn it.

Vox sighed heavily, trying to pinch an imaginary bridge of his nose, before his fingers were met with the flatness of his screen. It was the thought that counts.

"Hey huskers" vox called out with casual annoyance, like he'd rather not be dealing with this right now.

Huskers who had been loading up the latest voxtek equipment paused and turned their attention to Vox. "Yes?" They asked.

"I need you to take over the cameraman duty, our regular isn't showing up on time" Vox explained, already making his way to the door and waving his hand dismissively, muttering something under his breath about killing their regular with a five headed spear later.

Huskers, hurried to put away the box, which they assumed was filled with weird sex toys, and hurried over to Val's door. The knife sticking out of the door was concerning but it wouldn't be the first. Carefully they opened the door, readying themselves to dodge any attack thrown their way. Luckily for them, Val seemed to be distracted with another employee.

"Hi, I'm a stand-in for the cameraman" husk said, sliding over to the cameras sneakily. Val of course noticed and angrily shouted. "Fucking finally! That slut finally sent a bitch. Now chop chop!"

~

The job of a cameraman was not an easy one, especially when the scene in front of you is ridiculous. Not intentionally of course, but husk had to keep it in if they valued their life. Val didn't seem like the type of person who would take that kind of "disrespect" lightly.

"Oh daddy, please don't stack all those donuts on my penis!" Came the overly sexual and whimpering voice of Angie, who finally had gotten that line down without breaking character. A fish demon groaned, both for the act and because this stupid scene had finally been recorded after attempt number 69, much to everyone's relief. Val was getting antsy and would murder some poor employee any second.

Husk didn't know how angie took any of it seriously, even the sexier scenes. The whole scripted aspect felt very silly and goofy.

They guessed it didn't matter though, their job was finally done and they can fuck off from the studio. Husk would not be missing this place. They got up off their chair and just as they were about to head out, Angie, the one and only, had stopped them with an arm on the shoulder.

"Hey there new kid, pleasure-" he said, moaning out that specific word like a bitch in heat "to be doin buisness with ya" he said, offering two hands to shake husks one. Angie leaned against one of the lamps, nearly knocking it over in the process and started eyeing them up and down. "So, what brings ya to this studio?"

Huskers was visibly a little put off by the directness, but they should've expected as much. Everyday an event just reminds them that they are indeed in hell and that only the worst of the worst live here...

Ah, yes the question. "I'm just a stand-in for whoever was here before" They answered, pointing vaguely at the outside world. "Vox asked me to, and honestly doing camerawork is a much lighter load than what I was doing before"

Angie quirked a brow at this, either confused or not expecting that response. It could've honestly been both. His demeanor changed quickly though. "yeah. say, whatchya doin later?" biting his lip, he wiggled his eyebrows in a manner that would make grown men cum on the spot.

"Drowning down my sorrows with liquor" Huskers deadpanned, not biting at that fruit angel was so provocatively dangling in front of them. A scoff from him was expected. what wasn't expected though, was that the scoff was more amused than offended.

"you remind me of someone. say, how do you feel about redemption?"

~

"And these are the cockroaches that won't stop breeding! and this is the wall with a record breaking repairs done to it, and here's Angies dildo collection and-"

"babe, we've talked about this, you don't have to show them everything" Vaggie said, patting charlies shoulder hoping to ease or at least slow down the excited vibrating of her dearly beloved.

"Right, right! Sorry!" Charlie was quick to snap out of it, offering a small kiss to the back of Vaggies palm as an appreciative thank you and returning her attention back to Husk.

Husk was very much overwhelmed. All the energy in the room was making their brain sort-circuit and start buffering. They felt like they were under a microscope and being prodded with electric wires and it was... strangely pleasant. "Uh... Yes hi?"

A very mischievous chuckle came from nearby, one very much at a higher pitch of frequency and- Wait, is that the radio demon?

"Pardon my intrusion, but what is that on your wrist?" Alastor the radio demon said, bending his slutty waist to lean down at Husks eye level. "I believe there's a strict 'no voxtek products' policy here. Did you not bother to read the sign?" Alastor pointed his cane over to the whiteboard, which read:

RULES:

no Voxtek

no Vox

Jambalaya every friday

One of those sexy tentacles reached out, unclipping and retrieving the watch. He held it up in the air in front of everyone to see.

A collective gasp echoed through the room as Vaggie swiftly retrieved her spear from behind her back, pointing it menacingly at Husk "Not another one of these idiots" Vaggie growled, now in her defensive position. Angie and Charlie both flew to husk's defense, meanwhile Husk remained frozen in place. This was how they double died wasn't it?

"It's okay guys, they just work at voxtek. They're okay, I would know. They're harmless" Angie used one set of arms to shield husk and the other to gesture for everyone to ease their guard. The tension did die down a little, but that was fine. The tension in the room slowly began to dissipate, but Angie knew that Charlie would soon work her magic and convince everyone to give Husk a chance, as per usual.

~

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"nun get out! I need to take a shit" dickmaster banged on the hotel's currently singular clean bathroom. The force of their knocking was definitely excessive and damaging to their hands, but it got the desperation of the request-no-demand across.

"you said to help answer asks, so I am doing that... in the toilet" Nun yelled through the door, not even bothering to look towards the door, currently blocking access to Dickmasters relief.

"I doubt that" Dickmaster crossed their arms, and legs. Their bladder was about to fucking explode. Just at that moment a ding went off on their phone.

'nunalastor just posted: anonymous asked...'.

huh.

guess they were actually answering asks in there.

"Okay fine but I still need to shit! Do your answering outside!"

"I'll get out after one more ask" Nun chuckled, knowing full well, they weren't about to stop the torment anytime soon.

"Your eyesight is piss poor. I doubt you can even read anything on your phone"

"You'll just have to wait and see~"

And of course, as any normal sane person would do in this situation, Dickmaster decided to start banging on the door until either nun had enough and left or until the door broke and they murdered nun themself.

"I bet your phone's font size is 230%-"

~

All that banging attracted the attention of Husk, who had been wandering around the room with Angie. They weren't walking together, but their paths were the same.

"What's that noise?"

"Oh that? That's just our marketing team doing their job"

"Sounds like fucking... Are they fucking?"

"HA, doubt it..." there was a pause, both in the speech and in the walk. "Maybe, sex sells afterall" Angie shrugged and continued walking forward.

"seems counterproductive for a place made for rehabilitation..."

Husk couldn't help but be curious. This hotel had turned out to be everything they hadn't expected from Hell. The residents were surprisingly pleasant, and even the staff, though weird as fuck, weren't as unbearable as the other sinners in Hell. Now that they thought about it, Charlie never mentioned a marketing staff. She seemed so excited to share about the hotel and it's people. One would think she wouldn't forget to mention them, right?

unable to resist the curiousity, Husk had to know who they were. They quietly sneaked towards the source of the banging. They rounded the corner and was met with an... Interesting visual. One demon, black eyes with yellow pupils desperately pounding on a door.

Dickmaster paused their relentless banging, a feeling of being watched washing over them. Their head snapped immediately in Husk's direction, locking eyes with them. Their expression displayed emotional as well as physical constipation.

Husk froze, their body stiffening like a board. Had they interrupted something? Should they make a break for it? The state of being caught in such an awkward situation was undeniably terrifying. With a rigid and awkward wave, Husk managed an awkward smile. And then they realised-

"Are you nunalastor? You look just like your profile picture"

FUCK, they're going to get accused of being a stalker.

[beatthegame]

Elden Ring just beat me...and it's a bummer because I REALLY wanted to like this game. It has all the ingredients to make up a killer game. An open world with crazy art direction. Plenty of challenging options to keep you playing. But what went wrong? Why do I hate this game so much? I'm getting angry just trying to think about it, so let's try to make this quick...

In a nutshell: The setting seems to involve a fantasy setting where you are a fallen soldier. Getting involved in a brief skirmish with a giant spider demon. Then waking up in some sort of medeval hellish landscape with giant gold trees? There seems to be a detailed backstory written by George RR Martin (Game of Thrones). Although I wouldn't know because I'm too busy getting gangraped by skeleton warriors every step of the way to take notice. It's a "souls" game. So these games are annoying by design. But the broken game mechanics and tedious grinding make this game unplayable. Let me break it down like this...

The Good: The graphics are visually stunning, let's be honest. The environments and character designs are insane! Every enemy you encounter is menacing and emit pure nightmare fuel. Which is exciting to say the least. Elden Ring offers one of the best character creators in modern gaming. You can get really detailed adjusting the most minor facial features. Multiple character disciplines that greatly affect your gameplay experience. Diverse skin and body types. You can be really creative, which I adore! And then you put on some in-game armor that covers up the details you spent hours building. Cool! But let's appreciate the good elements because there's a whole lot of bad. Where do I begin...

The Bad: My first attempt playing this, I noticed these glowing rocks scattered around the floor. Apparently they were messages from other players across the Playstation network. Messages like "hidden treasure behind boulder" was pretty neat and helpful. But then you see more and more of these glowing messages. With a lot of not-so-useful messages like "is this dog?" and "finger in ur but". But what crossed the line was "boss up ahead" and you know what? There was a fucking boss ahead! What kind of troll shit allows spoilers mid-game? Can you imagine playing Resident Evil. Right before opening the door of that iconic dog chase scene, you read a community message saying "bow wow ahead lol" Like, way to ruin the immersion asshole! At that moment, I hated the game and pretty much gave up. But after discovering you can disable online messages, I tried it again. Which made a huge difference. I was starting to enjoy the game at first. But once you leave that cave, it was a pure shitshow from there. But let's start with the name "Elden Ring". This would imply upon a grandiose adventure involving a magical ring of some sort. But I would have appreciated it more if they were honest and called the game "YOU DIED" Because that's pretty much what you experience throughout the entire game. Every enemy you encounter was a pain in the ass with little relief in between. Please don't misunderstand, I'm not complaining about the challenge level. I appreciate a good challenging game. I hate to compare, but you have hard ass games like Cuphead, Doom Eternal and Battle Toads that are fantastic, despite their difficulty. There's a balance to their difficulty. Plus their controls are tight and responsive. But when you have to try and maneuver through shitty mechanics, you're not playing a fair game. I recall one instance where I was running around a stone wall to avoid an enemy. But I can't explain why the enemy's spear could clip through this stone wall for a one-shot kill? And what good is perfecting the timing of a defensive parry if a giant boss can just one-hit stomp you like a cockroach? And you get paid in turds so the risk/reward balance is off. I'd rather work a sweatshop, hand-sewing Lulu Lemon leggings than to grind hours for one stamina point. At least you'll get paid at the sweatshop. But if you play Elden Ring long enough, and memorize the patterns and "git gud" you'll eventually beat one of the bosses and get a weapon you can't use, because your charisma stats or whatever is too low. LOL! This game blows.

Overall: Video Games are supposed to be fun. But Elden Ring was a burden to get through. It felt like work after a while. Like an abusive unpaid intership in hell. You can hire a dominatrix if you enjoy the abuse. It won't take up as much of your time and it's better support for your local economy. LOL! Fuck Elden Ring.

(Edited: Just remembered more things I hated about this game, but adjusted the score to something more reasonable. This game is obviously not shit and had me hooked for a while. It just wasn't fun for me. Plus it's not cool to shit on a particular fanbase. Play whatever you want. Don't let my opinion take a shit on your cereal. This is just a place to vent since it would be super weird to scream about Elden Ring out in the real world, with real life problems. But the game still sucks in my point of view so whatever. LOL!)

D-Class

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Morningstar kids

Septuplets

A/N: They all have gray eyes but this is as close I can get

Name: Lucinda Persephone Morningstar

Age: 14

Birthday: April 25

Nicknames: Lu, Lulu (by family and friends), Princess, Babygirl, Sweetheart, My Star, Mon bébé, Kidd, Kiddo (all by her parents). Miss Bossy, Big sister, Big sis (by her younger siblings).

Likes: Family and friends, dogs especially Cerberus, isekaid villainess and villainess manwha and anime, baking, torturing her enemies, singing, her guitar, k-pop, torture devices, Adelio (Diavolo and Astrids's oldest son), fencing, chocolate, theater both plays and musicals, eclairs, jerks getting their karma, attic golf.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, Uncle Solomon's cooking, being wrong, bitter things, idiots who are not family or friends, Magnus being flirted at, sizeists, being looked down upon, arrogant angels, her mother insulted, her (bio) dad overworking himself, Maverick endangering himself, her siblings in danger, Topaz's boy crazy schemes, Gramps.

Strengths: Demon physiology, cooking, fencing, singing, baking, guitar, polygot, magic, acting, dancing, hellfire manipulation, feather manipulation, krav maga.

Name: Maverick Garnet Morningstar

Age: 14

Birthday: April 25

Nicknames: Mave (by everyone), Hatchling, Kid, Sport, Kiddo, Mon bébé (by his parents), Big brother, bro, Little brother (by his siblings).

Likes: Family and friends, baking, money, track and field, music, comics, anime and manga, cartoons, card games, all forms of monopoly, fantasy books, cool sneakers, soccer, music, his guitar, rapping, Rebecca (Solomon and Gabi's daughter), animated movies, bathroom humor, spicy food, video games, jerks getting their karma, attic golf.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, Uncle Solomon's cooking, idiots who are not family or friends, Rebecca being flirted at, sizeists, being looked down upon, arrogant angels, his mother insulted, his (bio) dad being insulted, his siblings in danger, Topaz's boy crazy schemes, being called an idiot, overly sweet things, Gramps.

Strengths: Demon physiology, pickpocketing, business sense, nunchucku proficiency, singing, rapping, guitar, cooking, telling jokes, gaming, enhanced speed, magic, crow summoning, krav maga.

Name: Maribel Ruri Morningstar

Age: 14

Birthday: April 25

Nicknames: Mari (by everyone), Player 3, Little Henry, Princess, Babygirl, Sweetheart, Mon bébé, Kidd, Kiddo (all by her parents). Big sister, Big sis. Little sister (by her younger siblings).

Likes: Family and friends, baking, anime and manga, isekaid villainess and villainess anime and manga, cosplay, stories with good plot and characterization, k-pop, Elijah (Simeon and Dani's oldest son), Maverick's jokes, seafood, chocolate, dancing, marine life, swimming, video games, anime cafes, jerks getting their karma, attic golf.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, Uncle Solomon's cooking, idiots who are not family or friends, Elijah being flirted at, sizeists, being looked down upon, arrogant angels, her fandoms being butchered, bad and overly used plots, dry skin, being with unfamiliar people, her siblings in danger, Topaz's boy crazy schemes, her mother insulted, Gramps, coffee flavored snacks.

Strengths: Demon physiology, archery, bilingual, cooking, swimming, keyboard, dancing, drawing, singing, sewing, gaming, summoning sea monsters, krav maga, magic.

Name: Oliver Victor Morningstar

Age: 14

Birthday: April 25

Nicknames: Ollie (by family and friends), Mon chat, Kid, Sport, Kiddo, Mon bébé (by his parents), Big brother, bro, Little brother (by his siblings).

Likes: Family and friends, reading, writing, stories with good plot and characterization, cats, pranks, baking, cat cafes, Ruth (Simeon and Dani's oldest daughter), spears, tea, reading on his bed, Maverick's jokes, Ratatouille, flower collecting and pressing, board games, jerks getting their karma, attic golf.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, Uncle Solomon's cooking, idiots who are not family or friends, Ruth being flirted at, sizeists, being looked down upon, arrogant angels, his fandoms being butchered, bad and overly used plots, escargo, his siblings in danger, Topaz's boy crazy schemes, Gramps.

Strengths: Demon physiology, spear and shield proficiency, polygot, cooking, savate, writing, pickpocketing, pranks, magic, hexing.

Name: Aphrodite Fleur Morningstar

Age: 14

Birthday: April 25

Nicknames: Aphy (by everyone), My flower, Princess, Babygirl, Sweetheart, Mon bébé, Kidd, Kiddo (all by her parents), Big sister, Big sis. Little sister (by her younger siblings).

Likes: Family and friends, fashion, designing, baking, make-up, crystal collecting, k-pop, isekaid villainess and villainess anime and manga, cosplay, modelling, dancing, singing, pool, gymnastics, airsoft, David (Solomon and Gabi's oldest son), romance, music, jerks getting their karma, attic golf, chocolate.

Dislikes: Liars, idiots who are not family or friends, David being flirted on, her siblings in danger, Topaz's boy crazy schemes, her mother insulted, Gramps, sizeists, being looked down upon, arrogant angels, no diversity in fashion industry, brussels sprouts, love being granted, shitty og heroines in isekai villainess fandoms, cheaters, Uncle Solomon's cooking.

Strengths: Demon physiology, gymnastics both artistic and rhythmic, fashion design, hair styling, krav maga, cooking, make-up, singing, dancing, baton twirling, cheerleading, magic.

Name: Clement Marcel Morningstar

Age: 14

Birthday: April 24

Nicknames: Clem (by everyone) All-star, Kid, Sport, Kiddo, Mon bébé (by his parents), Big brother, bro, Little brother (by his siblings).

Likes: Family and friend, food, sports, camping, butterfly watching, animated and action movies, cartoons and anime, comic books, Maverick's jokes, Julietta (Barbatos and Issy's daughter), hammers, street fairs, Uncle Fabian's art, comfy clothes, bathroom humor, roller blades, rock climbing, Barbie music, picnics, jerks getting their karma, attic golf.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, idiots who are not family or friends, Julietta being flirted on, his siblings in danger, Topaz's boy crazy schemes, his mother insulted, Gramps, sizeists, being looked down upon, arrogant angels, badly cooked food, Uncle Solomon's cooking, dishonesty in sports, too much homework, bad movie plots and designs, charcoaled food, too strong perfumes.

Strengths: Demon physiology, sports, drumming, krav maga, cooking, magic, insect summoning, hammer proficiency, bilingual, enhanced athleticism, insect knowledge.

Name: Astra Lilith Morningstar

Age: 14

Birthday: April 25

Nicknames: My little star, Princess, Babygirl, Sweetheart, Mon bébé, Kidd, Kiddo (all by her parents), Big sister, Big sis. Little sister (by her younger siblings).

Likes: Family and friends, astronomy, constellations, stars, ballet, figure skating, board games, pool, baking, pranks, baking, attic golf, jerks getting their karma, star gazing, camping, isekaid villainess and villainess anime and manga, Quiche Lorraine, chocolate, Camillo (Barbatos and Issy's son), Maverick's jokes, testing beds, girl scout cookies, cute stationaries, k-pop, human rain.

Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, idiots who are not family or friends, Camillo being flirted on, his siblings in danger, Topaz's boy crazy schemes, his mother insulted, Gramps, sizeists, being looked down upon, arrogant angels, her sleep ruined, strangers waking her up, squash, Uncle Solomon's cooking, wet socks,

Strengths: Demon physiology, harp proficiency, ballet, figure skating, knitting, cooking, pranks, bilingual, singing, dancing, charting, sleep manipulation, dream hopping, magic, axe proficiency.

A/N: I actually had info about them but got deleted T_T. I have more kids but I'll do the oldest first.

@sparkbeast20

[junietuesday]

working on a sidon and mipha fic bc tragic siblings make me crazy

Shortly after Sidon had gone and nearly gotten himself killed trying to fight a lynel, Mipha must have decided she couldn’t bear for him to keep fumbling helplessly about. So she’d snuck them out to Lulu Lake in the dead of night, handed Sidon a blunted wooden spear, and told him that it was time he learned how to really fight.

“Really?” Sidon had gasped, turning the spear over and over in his hands, careful not to scratch the dark, glossy wood with his claws. The bottom end of it was just bare, slightly splintery wood, like someone had sliced off the real end of the shaft. Unlike the standard soldier’s spear he’d tried to wield against the lynel, this one was the perfect length for his size. 

“Yes, really,” Mipha had said seriously. “The world is getting more and more dangerous, Sidon. Monsters have already reached our Domain. I…” She’d hesitated, then, glancing away. “All of the Zora stand ready to lay down their lives for you, I know. So maybe I’m being overly fearful. But, Sidon, I am afraid…” — here, she’d covered his hands with her own, wrapping their fingers tighter around the wooden spear — “…If for some reason I cannot be here to protect you, you’ll need to be able to protect yourself, all right? I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you.”

Sidon hadn’t understood at the time. Hadn’t been able to read the intense look in her eyes meeting his own. Mostly, he’d just been thrilled that Mipha was actually teaching him how to really battle like a warrior, so he could show everyone that he was strong and capable just like his sister.

“All right,” Mipha had said, satisfied with Sidon’s little nod. Either that, or she’d been unwilling to push the point—Sidon would never know. “Then let’s get started. Try to do what I do, okay?”

There was no point in phrasing it like a question. When had Sidon done anything but?

[mai-takeda]

Fighting Style - Mai Takeda!

bold what consistently applies || italicize situational, not always || both, a priority while fighting

fight honorably /  fight dirty /  prefer close-quarters /  prefer range / chat during /  go silent / low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance /  attack in bursts  /  attack steadily  /  go for the kill  /  aim to disarm /  fight defensively /  bait an opponent’s first strike /  strike first  /  provoked easily  /  provoke their opponent /  tease /  get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking  /  use strategy  / focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  /  rush in recklessly  /  try to read their opponent before fighting /  fight wildly  /  fight calmly apathetically  /  fight with anger  /  fight with excitement  /  fight because they have to /  fight because they want to  /  fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  /  hide wounds  /  take a blow to protect another /  prefer a blade  / prefer a gun  /  prefer a bow /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a spear / prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  /  their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional  /   transform for battle  / fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed  / use everything they have  /  hide their full potential  /  exhaust quickly  /  high stamina  / doubt their strength / proceed with caution  /  behave arrogantly  /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics  /  use brute strength  /  avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings /  avoid damaging surroundings /  signature fighting style  / making it up as they go / mastered skillset  /  learning their skillset  /  fancy footwork  /  sloppy footwork /  messy fighter  /  elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat /  beg for mercy  / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent  /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls )  /  move efficiently /  barely move  /  prefer to dodge  /  prefer to block  /  defend their blindside  /  has no blindside  /  use all available advantages /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  /  hold back /  fight ruthlessly  / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready /  strike when opponent isn’t ready /  fear death  / fear pain /  fear killing  /  has PTSD / avoid fighting  / has lost a fight  /  has won a fight /  has killed / refuses to kill /  want to die standing /  would succumb slowly

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[armthearmour]

De Arte Gladiatoria Dimicanidi

De Arte Gladiatoria Dimicanidi (On the Art of Swordsmanship) was written and gifted to the Duke of Urbino sometime between 1482 and 1487 by Filippo di Vadi Pisano. Filippo Vadi is somewhat of an enigma, and all that is known of him (to my knowledge) is that he was born in Pisa around 1425, and died in Urbino around 1501.

The system he outlines (and way in which he outlines it) in De Arte is incredibly similar to that of Fiore dei Liberi, which suggests a strong link to Fiore’s work, possibly indicating that Vadi was a student of his system to some degree.

However, Vadi’s system seems to focus more heavily on the use of the unarmored longsword is a duelling context, which makes it a potentially useful addition to every HEMA longsworder.

Vadi covers the use of the longsword,

the poleaxe in armor,

the sword in armor,

the spear (unarmored,)

and dagger (also unarmored.)

He then has a section discussing the use of weapons in unequal confrontation (such as sword vs spear, and other such asymmetrical pairings.)

This translation, by the mod of the now defunct blog el segno, is one of the very few translations of Vadi’s work available in print. It sticks quite closely to the original format (which as stated before, is very similar to Fiore’s manuscript,) which aids in understanding what image accompanies which text. The translation itself is very nice and easily readable, and the actual physical manual is beautiful, being a lovely little, easily portable size, and available in both hardcover and softcover formats on lulu books.

The actual issues with the manual arrise from the Vadi’s choice in words. The illustrations are colorful and reasonably detailed and accurate, however Vadi is terribly ambiguous when it comes to describing his plays and guards. This is such to the point that I don’t believe I have ever seen one of Vadi’s plays which has any sort of broadly accepted interpretation among the small community of those who study Vadi.

I cannot stress enough that this is a difficult manual to interpret.It is just about the farthest from a beginner’s book one can get, however if you are experienced in other systems of longsword, reading and developing interpretations of De Arte could prove highly beneficial to your fighting.

I do recommend this book highly for anyone who wants to tackle the challenges interpreting Vadi entails, as I said, the book itself is wonderfully put together, a very convenient size, and well translated. For those just looking at getting into HEMA however, I would recommend beginning with a different manual.

De Arte Gladiatoria Dimicanidi is available from lulu books for $15 (softcover) or $35 (hardcover.)

[lukelxiv]

Fighting Style - the Butcher

bold what consistently applies || italicize situational, not always || both, a priority while fighting

fight honorably /  fight dirty /  prefer close-quarters /  prefer range / chat during /  go silent / low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance /  attack in bursts  /  attack steadily  /  go for the kill  /  aim to disarm /  fight defensively /  bait an opponent’s first strike /  strike first  /  provoked easily  /  provoke their opponent /  tease /  get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking  /  use strategy  / focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  /  rush in recklessly  /  try to read their opponent before fighting /  fight wildly  /  fight calmly apathetically  /  fight with anger  /  fight with excitement  /  fight because they have to /  fight because they want to  /  fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  /  hide wounds  /  take a blow to protect another /  prefer a blade  / prefer a gun  /  prefer a bow /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a spear / prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  /  their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional  /   transform for battle  / fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed  / use everything they have  /  hide their full potential  /  exhaust quickly  /  high stamina  / doubt their strength / proceed with caution  /  behave arrogantly  /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics  /  use brute strength  /  avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings /  avoid damaging surroundings /  signature fighting style  / making it up as they go / mastered skillset  /  learning their skillset  /  fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork /  messy fighter  /  elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat /  beg for mercy  / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent  /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls )  /  move efficiently /  barely move  /  prefer to dodge  /  prefer to block  /  defend their blindside  /  has no blindside  /  use all available advantages /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  /  hold back /  fight ruthlessly  / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready /  strike when opponent isn’t ready /  fear death  / fear pain /  fear killing  /  has PTSD / avoid fighting  / has lost a fight  /  has won a fight /  has killed / refuses to kill /  want to die standing /  would succumb slowly Thank you @isuke-ejinn​ , @nenet-ffxiv​ and @mai-takeda​ - this was fun! Tagging: @glowinggunmetal​ @enambris​ @lukawarrioroflight​ @unabashedrebel​ @clouded-vxle​ @esme-selah​ @lulu-ffxiv​ @atelloune​ @sonataofsteel​ @knightingale-xiv​ @silvernsteel​ and anyone else who wants to do this one!

[hangedemperor]

Fight style; Arsene

repost, do not reblog! bold what consistently applies. italicize situational, not always. both, a priority while fighting. 

fight honourably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range /  chat during /  go silent /  low pain tolerance  / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts  / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / bait an opponent’s first strike / strike first /  provoked easily  /   provoke their opponent  / tease /  get visibly frustrated  / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting /  fight wildly /  fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another /   prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun  / prefer a bow /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon  / prefer magic or spells  /   prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical /  their greatest weakness is mental  / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle  / fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly /  high stamina /  doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution /   behave arrogantly  / brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength /  avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians  / damage surroundings  / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go /  mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork /  messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent /  insult their opponent /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently /  barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block /  defend their blindside / has no blindside /  use all available advantages /  strictly use one main method  / play around  /  hold back /  fight ruthlessly  / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready  / fear death  /  fear pain  / fear killing /  has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing /  would succumb slowly.

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[libraryleopard]

keema and jun

[ksilberne]

Details: Kai Silberne

BASICS

full name: Kai Silberne (Kaiza Dotharl) pronunciation: K’eye’ Sil-Burn nicknames: Zaluu luu, Lulu, Little Lizard, Agaa,  height: 7′2 age: 29 zodiac: Leo languages: Eorzean, little Xaelic & Doman

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS 

hair color: Black w/ red highlights and greying at the part

eye color: Pale Gold

skin tone: light tanned

body type: slender, muscular, athletic build

accent: hint of English accent

dominant hand: Right

posture: Stands straight, shoulders slightly slouched and hands in his pocket most of the time. Not a very open posture. 

scars: one on the left eye, too many on his right arm and torso

tattoos: --

most noticeable features: the contrast of his gold eyes to his black sclera, his smile (if you ever catch him), the scars on his right arm

CHILDHOOD

place of birth: Azim Steppes

birth weight/height: --

manner of birth: Natural

first words: Baaba!! (calling out to Khasar’s dad, whom he was close to)

siblings: Nyx (older sister), North (eldest sister)

parents: Khasuude Dotharl & Gin Yukimura

parental involvement: Both parents escaped to Gridania after Garleans attacked Yanxia. Khasuude was a Dotharli hunter who uses both the spear and bow. Gin, a trader and huntress who wielded the bow as well and katana. They met at the Reunion after challenging each other in a hunting game. Kai is close to both of his parents.

ADULT LIFE

Occupation: Wandering Adventurer, Scion, Warrior of Light

Current residence: Shirogane

Close friends: Khasar Buduga, Evie Kiku, Gale Spider, Kira Setsuna, Eun Amari, Oracio Vivalio

relationship status: Dating (promise ring)

financial status: Stable

Vices: --

SEX & ROMANCE

sexual orientation: Heterosexual,  Asexual

romantic orientation: Heteroromantic, Aromantic

preferred emotional role: submissive | dominant | switch | unsure

preferred sexual role: submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed | unsure

libido: --

turn ons: --

love language: They’re very subtle. A small smirk, a gentle pat, or an awkward hug- Kai isn’t one to show much affection. He’ll ask if you’ve eaten yet, or if everything is fine. 

relationship tendencies: He never really searched for relationships, so he doesn’t really have any.

MISCELLANEOUS

hobbies to pass the time: reading, sketching, sky-watching, feeding the neighborhood cats

mental illnesses: --

physical illnesses/disabilities: --

left or right brained: Right Brained

fears: Losing Evie or Khasar, close friends or family. Small areas make him very uncomfortable (clausterphobic), seeing any of his friends hurt, being a disappointment to others

self confidence level: moderate

vulnerabilities: cats, Evie :^), 

tagged by @galespider !! tagging @finowl-fantasy :^)

[auronlu]

Title: Love Her and Despair Chapter 29: "Via Purifico" Final Fantasy X/X-2 Characters: Auron, Isaaru, Maroda, Pacce, Shuyin, Sin Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 1800 Navigation: Previous Chapter | Chapter One | Map/ToC The Story So Far: Maroda and Auron have fallen in the fight against Shuyin. It's up to Paine, Elma and Isaaru to vanquish him now.

“Lulu’s Garden” by cirruscastle on dA

Vegnagun had vanished, taking with it almost all light and sound. Two distant splashes offered bleak testimony to ears that strained to hear. The only remaining illumination came from the elevator's lights and a swarm of pyreflies, drifting hungrily towards the remaining combatants.

The fight had ebbed but not ended. With Elma's help, Juno had finally pinned Pacce to the deck, kneeling on him with the shaft of Maroda's spear laid across his throat. Elma had seized his shoulders. He fought back in a snarling frenzy, thrashing and biting their arms. Nooj was crawling towards them on hands and knees. He balked at the edge of the pyrefly cloud, took a deep breath and waded in.

On the far end of the bridge, Isaaru kept vigil. Weeping as he prayed, he was dancing for both the fallen and the foe.

Shuyin's madness was spreading...

Read More...

[yellowninjaleopard]

Glitchhope chapter two: a spark of...

Heather awoke with a yawn and a stretch, the sun beams shone through her window, reflecting from the snowglobes creating an array of lights. Suddenly, frisk had woken up, sat up and smiled. "Goodmorning, cmon, let's go get breakfast." Frisk then walked out of the room. Heather walked down the hallway and into the bathroom to get dressed, putting on her usual attire, a white button up shirt, followed by a black long-sleeve sweater with a hot pink stripe in the middle, dark blue jeans and short brown mountain boots and finally, her black and white checkered buray hat. Walking out of the bathroom, heather walks into the kitchen, seeing gaster, frisk, asgore, undyne and papyrus whispering to eachother. "Ah, good morning my child!" Said toriel, placing heather's breakfast on the table, heather pulls a chair out, sits down and starts to eat, the whispering stopped, heather looked up to see five pairs of eyes staring at her. [*What?] Gaster was the first to speak "child, may we see you're soul?" Heather froze, starting to panic on the inside. Suddenly, frisk butted in "by the way, i found this book in the orphanage library the day i found heather." Said frisk. Gaster took the book and walked away, leaving everyone else confused. "HUMAN, PLEASE SHOW US YOU'RE SOUL?" Said papyrus. [*I...I don't know if i can...I don't want to...] Undyne then became angry, summoning a spear she pointed it at heather threateningly. "Listen punk! Show us yours soul! Or i swear I'll!!!" Undyne was cut off, everyone was silent, heather opened her eyes and saw a soft light pink blob with a tail in front of her, panicking, she grabbed it. [*Lulu! Why did you do that? They weren't going to hurt me!] Lulu grunted and flew in front of heather's chest, turning into a locket around heather's neck. Heather then bolted down the stairs. Frisk got up from his seat and followed her, walking into sans hospital room, he found heather crying in the corner, hugging her knees, luckily, Gaster was somewhere else, frisk kneeled down to heather. "Hey hey hey, it's ok..Why are you afraid of showing us your soul?" Heather looked up at frisk, tears streamed down her face, frisk helped her to her feet and hugged her, pulling away, heather held her arm nervously. [*Because if i do...You'll hate me...] Meanwhile Gaster was sitting down, studying the book he had received from frisk. "It looks like another part of the two siblings, interesting..." Gaster then began to read, it seemed to be leading on from the first story. {Worried, the five remaining wizards divised a plan to thwart this future threat, however, it required the same forbidden spell and a host, soon enough, a baby had been born with a blank soul, but was slowly dying, the wizards didn't have much time} meanwhile. [*Frisk, my soul isn't like any other...It isn't even like yours...Who's that?] Heather looked over to the hospital bed. "That's sans...He's not doing so good..." Frisk sighed. Heather leaned forward and kissed his skull gently, as a sign of 'please wake up soon' frisk then put his arm around heather's shoulder [*frisk, i was hiding from the bullies Because they threatened to kill me, they bullied me, nobody would adopt me because of my soul...I'm scared that if i show you, you'll hate me...] Frisk gas heather a concerned, sad look. Meanwhile. {The wizards wouldn't give up, trying and retrying to find a trait stronger than fear, but...By the time they had arrived, the child was gone, the parents devistated... However, just when they were about to give up, a bright flash of warm pink arrayed from the baby's crib, rushing towards the crib, the wizards were greeted with a happy, living baby with a bright soul, that's when they knew, they had found it.} Gasters eyes widened, he dropped the book and rushed towards the kitchen. Everyone looked at him "where's heather?! We need to find her!" Gaster shouted. "Why? What's up doc? Is it her soul??" Asked undyne. "Yes, but not for the reason you think..You see...Heather..." Gaster trailed off. "What?!" Said everyone else. Meanwhile. "You shouldn't let you're past control you, things like that, people like that...Will only bring you down in life, you are in charge of your own life, you can't let other people control you...you can trust me heather, i would never hurt you, your my friend  I no matter what you're soul is like, So, Please show me your soul?" Said frisk, smiling warmly. Heather's eyes began to well up with tears, taking a deep breath, she placed her hand over her chest, a small glow starting to emit from it, revealing a warm pink soul with a soft white outline. frisks eyes widened slightly, but calmed down. Heather smiled and started to cry.

          "The second pink trait, a trait stronger than fear, the soul of HOPE." 

To be continued...

{*The feeling of having someone finally accept you for who you are, fills you with HOPE.💗}

[cntcrtainmcnt-blog]

Look at me going for a batch of males this time. Also I got the complete Holy Trinities of Marvel Chrises and Toms, this is an accomplishment. Also I want all the plots for them.

CLINT FRAZIER looks an awful lot like CHRIS PRATT. HE is THIRTY-FIVE and while they're CARING, they have a tendency to get pretty CANTANKEROUS. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to BACON by NICK JONAS&TY DOLLA $IGN.

Think somewhere between Owen Brady and Peter Quill.

Comes from a large family, he was the middle child of 7 kids. Thankfully, his father had quite a good job, so while they were not rich, they were able to maintain themselves in the average.

Originally loved having a large family, but then it became too many human contacts, not to mention school, and he needed a break. He went to a zoo to catch a break and thought “maybe I should work with animals”.

Went into zoology, and now works at the Kola Zoo as a zoologist.

If he had to choose between getting stuck in a cage full of hungry lions and going to a fancy party, he would hands down pick the lions.

Cares more about animals than people. Unless, somehow, he likes you.

Also, I do not know why I picked that song for him, but I can 200% see him jam to it when there’s no one around.

(I wanna headcanon he has a pet racoon he named Rocket, can I headcanon that?)

EVERETT BARTON looks an awful lot like KIT HARINGTON. HE is TWENTY-NINE and while they're ADVENTUROUS, they have a tendency to get pretty RECKLESS. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to THE RAIDERS MARCH by JOHN WILLIAMS.

May I introduce you to the Indiana Jones of Kola? 

Everett was born in Stowe, Vermont, but his father got a great offer to become a history teacher at Kola University, so he moved there with his parents when he was about 2. He actually considers himself as a true person from Kola.

His father gave him his love for history and artefacts, so it’s not surprising to learn he actually went into history in university.

Has always been kind of that pretty popular boy? Never really given it much thought though, he doesn’t really care about that.

After graduating, Rett(he prefers Rett to Everett a lot) found a job in a history museum, but through personal readings, discovered soe kind of mysterious artefact that hadn’t been retrieved yet. So you bet that dude went on an adventure to get it and bring it to the museum.

Which he did, and then they started taking an interest in paying him to go on such quests.

When he was 26, his father passed away, and the university proposed him to replace his late father. So he left the guide job at the museum, and now teaches history and gets paid to travel and find some undiscovered artefacts, what a dream.

FRANÇOIS “FRANK” ROY looks an awful lot like RYAN REYNOLDS. HE is THIRTY-EIGHT and while they're HONEST, they have a tendency to get pretty ARROGANT. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN GUN by LULU.

Deadpool if Deadpool was French Canadian.

He was born in Gatineau, and it’s probably the place he stayed at the longest? His family only moved to Toronto when he was 6. And then they just started moving a lot. Mostly due to his father’s job. They didn’t have much money and they could only find shit jobs, so they’d often travel to seek better opportunities elsewhere.

Actually doesn’t remember when he crossed the border and moved to the States, he was probably like 11-12. But even then, they never settled.

During high school, he was that kid people made fun of because he was poor, but then proceeded to kick their sorry asses every time.

When he turned 18, he still didn’t settle, except he decided to go his own way instead of following his parents around. Never went to college, instead travelling the country and changing town nearly every 4 months.

Never stopped kicking asses, and was approached when he was 23 for a “job”. No, he didn’t kill that person, just a good beating. But then it evolved later on to the killing part.

Found Kola about 3 years ago, and hasn’t moved since. Making it the second place he stayed at for the longest. The reason for that is the incredible amount of possible “jobs” he can get there. (cue if anyone wants to have a place like that bar from Deadpool, let’s do it I’m so down for that).

Also, call him Frank, he hates François.

JACK “SCOTT” DANIELS looks an awful lot like TOM HOLLAND. HE is TWENTY and while they're INVENTIVE, they have a tendency to get pretty GOOFY. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to MEAN by TAYLOR SWIFT.

Okay first off, his parents were idiots who had him at 19 and thought calling him Jack was a good idea because then his name would be Jack Daniels. That was a mistake. He was picked on and laughed at a lot because of it, until he decided to go by the name of Scott.

A few years later, when he was 4, his parents had another kid, a daughter, they named Joy because they finally learned how to name kids.

Anyway, his family was poor, obvs, and all that got him through it were superheroes. He particularly loved Ant-Man(sue me) because of the technologies he used and found it intriguing. 

That boy’s a big geek technology lover/major who actually wishes he can one day develop that same technology Ant-Man uses.

Highkey decided to be called Scott because of Ant-Man.

LEONARD “LEO” BURGESS looks an awful lot like CHRIS PINE. HE is THIRTY-THREE and while they're CHARMING, they have a tendency to get pretty EGOCENTRIC. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to WOMANIZER by BRITNEY SPEARS.

Actually shit. Son of a musician and an actress, they actually always wanted their son to because massively popular, even though he didn’t want that.

Was that popular asshole all the girls would swoon over during school, and he fucking loved that.

Honestly didn’t know what to do so he decided to give his parents’ dream a chance, and went on acting. Actually had a very brief career that ended with him quitting because as expected, he didn’t like it.

That’s when he started hanging around in bars and clubs and thought “wow I love that, gotta do it with my life”. Obvs his parents didn’t approve, but they accepted to help him. Not finance him, just help him promote his bar once it would open.

They kept their promises, tons of people showing up on opening night. But they were all fancy people with fancy clothes and fancy speech. He wanted something accessible for everyone.

He still pulled through with that bar until he had enough money to open another one, closer to a club than a bar. He kept both, because he’s greedy.

So he owns both a fancy bar and a nightclub.

Never committed into any relationships because what are those? He much prefers one night stands.

ROBERT JEFFERSON looks an awful lot like TOM HIDDLESTON. HE is THIRTY-FOUR and while they're DIGNIFIED, they have a tendency to get pretty RESTRAINED. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to NUMB by LINKIN PARK. 

Robert is the son of a politician and a socialite. At an early age, he was expected to learn good manners and how to have eloquent speech, and all those qualities politicians need. He hated that, all he wanted was to be a normal kid playing in the park with all the other normal kids. But he couldn’t have that.

In school, he did try to be normal, that was his only chance. But people knew who he was, and only befriended him for his wealth. He quickly grew tired of it and started pushing people away, until people stopped trying to be nice to him. So he stopped being nice too.

BUT LITERALLY ALL HE WANTS IS SOMEONE TO LOVE HIM, NOT FOR HIS MONEY.

Since he couldn’t have the normal life he wanted, he decided to follow his father’s steps, just like he wanted. He hated that, but still his father had good hopes he could take his place once the time was there.

BUT IT STILL ISN’T AND THE OLD MAN IS STILL THERE, TREATING HIM LIKE HE’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

ALSO HE’S AN ACTUAL BIG SOFTIE SOMEONE BRING THAT OUT AND GIVE HIM A BETTER CAREER PATH.

[internationalhouseofblupjeans]

An Eighth Bird, Born Out of the Storm - Chapter 5

Based loosely on the Luume'irma headcanon from @interstellarvagabond

Lup and Taako get their decennial “visitor” just before the fateful trip on the Starblaster. Taako holes up in his room, meditating away the discomfort while Lup discovers a partner for the week. Unforeseen consequences arise. Bonds are created. An eighth bird rises.

Eighth Bird AU.

The crew lands on a hostile planet and, within the span of a couple of weeks, loses three members. Barry is numb. Taako doesn't eat. Magnus is no longer hospitable. 

This chapter is rough, guys. I apologize in advance. The angst got away from me in this one, so warning for blood, major (temporary) character deaths, and a character dealing with disassociating. I tried not to get too explicit with the violence, but this chapter is gonna hurt.

Thank you to Calcu from the writer’s chat for Beta'ing!!

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To whom it may concern:

This is my fifth request in regards to the clerical mistake made when I first joined the IPRE. I realize that cursive is difficult for some of the younger administrators to read, however my name should have been written as Darry Hallwinter. I realize my mistake in that I should have used my full birth name of Sildar, but Darry is an acceptable nickname.

Additionally, I believe a clarification needs to be made with my last name. I am not sure who changed it, but my last name is indeed Hallwinter. It is not Bluejeans. Bluejeans is not a family name.

Enclosed are my birth certificate and government issued ID card. Please contact me at your earliest convenience to correct this error.

Thank you,

Sildar Hallwinter

Barry realized it after leaving Tesseralia.

Lup had missed her “visitor” three times now.

This wasn’t just planar shenanigans. There was no way that this had to do with planar magic.

He wanted to talk with her about it, but as soon as Taako was out of Magnus’ room at the end of his week, Lup was constantly at his side. He couldn’t find a time to be alone with her.

When the cycle reset and the crew landed, Lup and Barry went out to survey the area. Barry was nervous the entire time, wanting to ask her about her missing visitor. What if she was pregnant? What would they even do now?

What was their relationship at this point?

The sound of something whizzing past him shook Barry out of his reverie. He looked up and gasped.

Lup was standing, slumped over, in front of him. Her back was to him, but he saw an iron spear sticking out of her back.

No no no no …

Barry ran to Lup’s side, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. She was staring down at the ground, shock on her face as she tried to breathe around the spear that went through her.He looked around, prepared for a fight, but saw no one.

It must have been a trap. He could have been killed instead.

I should have ...

“Lup …” Barry whispered.

She looked up at him and her expression softened as she tried to smile, sadly.

“Well, I guess that’s it for this year, huh?” She gasped.

“I’ll … I’ll get Merle!” Barry cried out.

“N… No … Don’t leave me,” she whispered. “I don’t like being alone …”

Barry froze for a moment before he moved in closer to her. He tried to cradle her without moving her too much, not wanting to make her feel any more pain than she already did.

“I was going to talk to you but … I can’t focus … Remind me next cycle,” she whispered.

Barry nodded, trying to keep himself together.

“Taak … Take care of …” she pressed her head into Barry’s chest. “Hurts …”

“I know,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry …”

“Not your …”

Lup closed her eyes and took a few more shallow breaths. Barry held her close, tears spilling onto her dark hair. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but eventually, the breathing stopped and the warmth started to leave her body.

He’d been there when she died before, but it was always at the end of a cycle. Always quick.

He’d never gone through an entire cycle without her before.

~

Taako waited nervously for Lup and Barry to return.

As soon as they had reformed at the end of the Beach cycle, Lup had pulled Taako into her room and sat him down.

“Taako … I … I’m pregnant.”

“I fucking knew it. Who was it? Was it Davenport? Fuck, please tell me it wasn’t Davenport! Barry’s going to be so upset!”

“Oh Gods … He is, isn’t he? He probably didn’t want this at all and now I’ve saddled him with this! We just thought it was going to be for a week. Just a fling! And now I’ve tied him down with this if we ever get out of these cycles! He’s going to hate me! I can’t tell him-”

“Wait … Tied down … Barry?”

“Yeah … He’s going to be so- Wait … Davenport’s …. You thought I was pregnant with Cap’n’port’s kid?” Lup had asked, perplexed and horrified.

“Well you weren’t all over Barry like I thought you would be and he never said anything!” Taako complained. “So … You and Barry?”

“Yeah … during my …”

“Hachi Machi ….”

“Yeah .. and we kept saying it would only be a fling but, Taako, I think I’m in love with him …”

“Wow … Yeah …” Taako started. “I mean, that’s good but, Lup, you’ve gotta tell him …”

“I know but … I can’t. He doesn’t need this, on top of everything else! It’s not fair to him!”

“Lulu …”

Taako had wanted to say something, anything to make this easier, but Barry had put his trust in him. If he wasn’t ready to say anything …

“Ok … Well, just - Just think about telling him, Ok? Doesn’t have to be now, but he deserves to know,” Taako sighed.

“I know …”

When Lup had told Barry to come with her on the survey, she looked to Taako with the look that said, “I’m going to tell him.”

And they were still out there.

Taako knew, deep down, that eventually Barry would be alright with this. He had to know that this was a possibility. And he’d said he loved Lup.

When he only saw Barry appear through the trees, his heart caught in his chest.

When he saw the blood on his shirt as he got closer, Taako’s heart plummeted.

“No …” he whispered before running out to Barry.

Barry stumbled out of the forest, still in shock. He couldn’t lift her body off of the spear. He could barely move his arms. He stopped when he saw Taako bolting towards him.

Lup’s name must have escaped his own lips. He must have said something because Taako looked absolutely destroyed. He expected anger. He expected Taako to rage against him, to hate him for letting his sister die so soon.

Instead, Taako pulled Barry into a close hug.

“Barold … Gods, I’m so … I’m so sorry Barry …”

Barry crumpled into Taako’s arms and wept bitterly as Taako tried to calm him down. Taako was too in shock to mourn properly. Barry and Lup were supposed to have their heart to heart conversation. Barry was supposed to get (hopefully) good news.

Instead, she was gone for a year.

A whole year.

Taako had never been without his sister for that long, in the century he had been alive. He had never even imagined what life would be like without her.

He helped Barry back into the Starblaster where they were greeted by a concerned Merle who immediately paled when he saw the blood on Barry’s shirt.

“Not mine …” Barry mumbled, hoarsely. “Lup’s …”

That night, Magnus went with Barry to where Lup had been killed. Taako found himself in his sister’s room, wrapped up in her blankets.

He had tried to keep himself from crying. From showing any weakness.

He had to put on a brave face. Lup was always so much braver than he was. Even as children, she was the brave one. She was the one that protected him.

Now she was gone for a year.

He looked around her room. Everything was painful to look at but he couldn’t leave the room. He couldn’t leave the reminders that his sister existed. He curled up tighter in Lup’s blanket.

Maybe she wasn’t really dead. Maybe this was all a sick prank.

But Barry’s face. The shock he had been in.

Lup was dead.

And they were going to bring her body back soon.

~

Barry looked at the bloody spear.

Lup was gone.

“She … Someone …” Barry started.

Magnus pulled Barry close. He looked around, scanning for movement.

Whoever had taken Lup was long gone. He felt Barry trembling in Magnus’ arms.

“Why … Gods … We can’t even bury her …”

“I’m sorry,” Magnus whispered.

“We … We should go back …”

Magnus nodded and helped Barry back to the Starblaster. In the morning, he would mount an expedition and see who was out there. Maybe he could still find Lup’s body so that the crew could have closure for this year.

So that Taako could have closure …

He watched as Barry stumbled down the hall, stopping in front of Lup’s doorway before entering. He heard him speaking softly to someone in there before a loud sob escaped the room.

Taako …

Magnus continued on to his own room and got ready. He was going to find who did this.

Fuck his rustic hospitality.

They hurt his family.

~

Over the next few days, the crew waited in the ship as Magnus continued his quest. He had gone out with as much of the armory as he could carry and rations for days. Taako had not moved from Lup’s bed, not even for meals. Barry had brought in food but it always sat, untouched, on the bedside table. Barry tried to get Taako to eat, but eventually, he was locked out of Lup’s room after Taako enchanted the lock.

He sat outside the door, waiting and worrying.

He couldn’t lose Taako too.

After a week, Magnus arrived, disheveled but alive. His eyes were haunted and in his hand was a gunny sack.

“I … I had to steal her,” he explained. “Don’t … Don’t look inside. They’re dangerous unless you’re human. Taako …. He can’t leave the ship. He was lucky he didn’t … Where is he?”

“Lup’s room.”

Magnus nodded, setting down the sack.

“I … I need a shovel. So we can bury her. And … Tell Taako. We’ll do a ceremony if he would like …”

Barry nodded and went to Lup’s room to find the door ajar.

His blood ran cold.

He stepped into the room, the eerie silence hitting him as he walked through the door. He looked at Taako’s form. He looked like he was sleeping but Barry knew better.

He walked over and touched Taako’s arm.

Cold.

He cleaned up the plate of food and walked out, not sure if the shock of losing both twins was going to hit him yet. He passed Magnus who looked at him, concerned.

“You … you need to dig two holes,” Barry whispered.

Magnus broke into a run toward Lup’s room as Barry continued into the kitchen. He set the dishes into the sink and turned on the water, letting the sink fill up.

He could see himself, now, just staring into the water. He could see himself grabbing the soap, pouring it into the sink. He could see the bubbles forming, the foam filling the sink.

He couldn't feel the heat of the water. He couldn't feel the smoothness of the plates or the silverware.

He couldn't feel anything.

He wasn't sure how long he was even standing at the sink. He somehow got all of the dishes done, though he didn't remember doing them.

Lup was going to tell him something.

Taako was so eager for them both to return.

He went outside. The sack was still there. The sack that held Lup.

That held the woman he loved.

He sat down next to it and placed his hand on it. He felt her arm through the sack. Her head. A leg. Haphazardly thrown in.

Oh.

That's why Magnus said not to open it.

Tears pricked his eyes but did not spill out.

When Magnus came out, carrying Taako’s shrouded body, Barry got to work, helping him dig. He didn't notice when he got the splinters in his hands or the blood running down them as he gripped the shovel tightly but Magnus eventually pulled the shovel away from him.

“Go get Merle before he goes into Parley,” Magnus started. “We can do a ceremony …”

Barry must have nodded. He must have gone inside. He didn't remember any of it.

He couldn't really understand what Merle said as he stared into the twin holes in the ground. He thought he saw Lucretia writing something. He wasn't sure.

He just knew one thing.

He needed this year to end.

~

Lucretia didn't know it then, but a seed was planted.

She watched as the twins’ bodies were lowered into the holes. They were down two crew members now.

Once Merle was in Parley, they would be down three.

She stared at Taako’s grave as she chronicled the funeral.

Taako couldn't live without his sister.

This could never happen again.

~

Barry ended up being the one to make contact.

It had been four months. Barry still would occasionally find himself handing something off in the lab to someone who wasn't there.

The silence on the ship was deafening. The loss of the twins had created a vacuum. The loss of Merle when he went into Parley made it worse. It felt like everyone was on autopilot.

It's why Barry had found himself outside the ship.

He stood at Lup and Taako's graves. He knew they would be back in less than a year, but it didn't make it any less devastating.

“What were you going to tell me?” He whispered.

The bushes rustled and Barry’s hand went straight to his wand. He stared into the darkness, waiting for something to attack.

Instead, a friendly looking human man emerged.

“Hail and well met!” The stranger crowed. “I'm looking for someone! Perhaps you have seen him-?”

The man stopped when he saw Barry standing over the two mounds.

“Ahh. Did you lose someone in the hunts?”

“The what?” Barry asked.

The man laughed.

“You one of those elf lovers?” He started. “Come on, they're not people like you and me. They're like deer, only more dangerous.”

Barry's hand trembled.

“What …”

“I'm actually looking for the one I caught. I got a Sun Elf in one of my spike traps and took it in for processing. Someone took it and, well, I assumed that it might have been taken by someone who was jealous of my kill … They are rare after all … but now I think I know what happened to it.”

The man reached for his weapon.

Barry cast without thinking.

Magnus was alerted to the loud explosion outside of the Starblaster and raced out. He saw Barry, standing in front of a smoking crater. His whole body was shaking and his jaw was set in anger.

“Barry?” Magnus asked.

“He killed Lup. He killed her for a trophy … They hunt elves here …”

Magnus’ expression softened.

“Yeah. When I found her … It was horrible. I couldn’t even get all of her, Barry … I’m sorry.”

“Fuck this planar system,” he growled before turning back to the ship.

Magnus stared at the smouldering crater. A part of him wished he had told Barry the truth earlier. He knew, however, that if he had, then it would have gotten worse.

He had seen Barry during training before the mission. He knew how powerful he was when he was casting. He knew how easily Barry could lose himself.

He followed Barry back into the ship. There wasn’t any way they could find the light on this plane, anyway. Not with such hostile inhabitants.

Passing by the twins rooms, Magnus wondered if he even cared.

~

When the year ended, Barry paid his respects one last time to Lup’s grave. He knelt in front of it as the silent storm gathered overheard. A part of him wanted to stay. To not have to wait the agonizing minutes before the reset.

But he knew the rest of the crew still needed him.

He knew that Lup and Taako would be back soon.

As they were pulled apart and reformed, Barry caught his breath, worried that this would be the one time where it didn’t work.

He watched as Lup and Taako formed in the light in front of him, their hands tightly clasped together. They looked to each other and hugged tightly.

“Sorry bro-bro,” Lup whispered. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I forgot to eat,” Taako responded, sheepishly, earning a playful slap on the back of his head from Lup.

She looked over at Barry, her ears drooping. She then looked to Merle.

“Lup,” Merle started.

“Yeah … Um … Barry? I need to talk with you but …”

Merle nodded and he and Lup left for the sick bay. Barry looked to Taako.

“Sorry dude … Um … If you want, we can wait outside and then you can talk to her?” Taako began, apologetically. “It is pretty important.”

Of course Taako knew whatever it was Lup needed to tell him. They knew everything about each other.

Barry thought back to that day on the beach. He felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Maybe the news wasn’t going to be good after all.