#might write something soon!

[ladyshandioftheendless]

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[brotherly-lov3]

Some self-indulgent evil Huey cause why not

[llolianarchives]

The Prefect and The Draconia

A short overview of the Ramshackle prefect and their strange (but kind) horned fellow friend: as seen through the eyes of outsiders.

(A/N: #Malleyuu notes with an OC but feel free to project. We're all delulu here ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭ )

His Henchman is crazy.

Or at least, that's what Grim thinks when he's woken up at sunrise to Yue's bizarre ramblings. Something about the time being 1 AM, then fireflies at night, and a tall, horned figure – is what he takes from their babble amidst his own groans and pleas to return to sleep. He'd think them delirious from slumber, mumbling about another dream, if it weren't for the way Yue's eyes sparkled with genuine interest. Grim yields, in the end, for one of the many things he's learned about his reliable servant is that they can be awfully enthusiastic when it comes to this world's curiosities.

“He told me to call him whatever I want,” Yue continues, ruffling Grim's fur dry with a clean rag. Before he could insert magnificent ideas of his own, they beat him to it with a soft smile on their lips.

“I'm thinking of naming him Nyx: the personification of the night. What do you think?”

“What? Because he only shows up at night?” Like some wacky cryptid.

“Yup.”

He hears his henchman forgo the brush, letting it clatter loudly against the table.

“Hm... Nyx, huh...” Grim falls into thought, testing the name on his tongue like premium quality tuna. He doesn't even notice how Yue ties the striped ribbon around his neck. Triumphant, he turns to them with a grin.

“That's not half-bad, Henchman! It's cool and mysterious. Not as cool and mysterious as me, of course, but I'd say it's a close second!”

“Naturally. I wouldn't dare bestow a name mightier than the Great Grim's.”

Despite the stream of praise his henchman delivers (which he pleasantly basks in), Yue eventually derails, returning to speak of the horned man yet again. What Grim's superior brain gathers is this: One, this Nyx guy is super weird. Two, Yue's interest has been piqued like no other before.

He'll demand some omurice as payment for his counsel later on.

. . .

Malleus has made a friend.

The news was dropped onto Lilia's lap rather unceremoniously when one night, the Young Lord—having just returned from another evening excursion, went to sit with him in the Diasomnia lounge. This time, however, the quaintest of smiles adorned his face... It was an unusual sight but certainly not unwelcome. And much like any doting parent, his curiosity led him to ask.

Malleus had replied with a question of his own.

"Lilia, do you know of the Prefect that resides in Ramshackle Dorm?"

"Yue? Why yes, of course. I've spoken to them once or twice. They made quite a show during the Ceremony."

Yue— Lilia soon comes to learn— is completely unaware of Malleus's identity as a prince and a figure of authority, of power. As such, they bear no fear for him, even going so far as to bestow him a pet name, of all things.

(“Nyx? As in the night spirit? How fitting.")

Thus began the pattern of Lilia covering for Malleus's nighttime absence, not daring to ask nor scold when the prince would return in strange and stranger states.

When he would return to the dormitory partially caked with dirt and mud (a consequence of helping the prefect with their little garden of life.) Or when he would return with a box of homemade cake, a pretty stone from their walks, a drawing of him supposedly made by the prefect's beast, and with inquiries of the complexities of human nature.

Sometimes, Lilia can't help but feel a bit guilty, constantly boring witness to Silver and Sebek's searches into the night.

Yet that sliver of guilt fades, in the end, when Malleus smiles more often than before, when he approaches Lilia in the winter with the request of delivering a Holiday Card.

As he watches the magicless human rush into their abode, card in hand, ghosts and Grim awaiting their entrance...

he has never felt prouder and more grateful for fate.

. . .

From a distance, Vil watches.

He watches as the feared Briar Prince lets a small, feeble human talk his ear off, calm and unresisting, a hand on his chin as he ponders along Yue's barrage of words. He gives the prefect full reign of the conversation. He lets himself be taken away by their stories and details. He lets them speak, which they do.

Just after the horrors, highs, lows, and thrills of the VDC, the two chat as if nothing even happened. The onslaught of it all feels like a fever dream to Vil. First, the mental toll of overblotting, then their loss to RSA's nursery rhyme performance, and now the shocking reveal of Yue (innocent, bold, mundane little Yue) and Malleus Draconia's relationship.

He isn't even sure what to make of it. They're clearly friends, yet Vil can't bring himself to chalk it up to just that. His years and years of showbiz cinema has taught him the ins and outs of body language. He watches. He sees:

There's the smiles on both their faces; cheeks raised taut, dimples carved with genuine laughter. There's that glimmer in Yue's eyes and the odd tenderness of Malleus's own, both gazes locked onto one another with an undisturbed focus. There's the fact that Yue had given him an invitation to the VDC, or that Malleus had fixed the stage partially to show off to the magicless human, or that their hands are currently mere centimeters away from each other.

In the end, Vil averts his gaze, weariness crashing into him all at once and he feels a pair of hands grasp onto his shoulders, keeping him standing. Rook smiles, gentle, knowing, annoying. Vil resigns to his whims and lets his Huntsman guide him back to the Pomefiore Dorm, the chatter of Yue and Malleus and everyone else fading away.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[oneluckydragon]

“Fool me once, Dusknoir. Fool me twice?” Echo supplies, ice in the bite of her voice, “And you’ll regret it.”

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ECHO : (Hero)

Abilities: Bad Dreams / Synchronization

Nature: Impish / Quiet

Moveset: Dark Void / Psychic / Alluring Voice / Moonlight

[myjealouseyes]

Sirius and wolfstar!daughter play the piano.

A/N — had this in my drafts for a while :)) it’s very sweet to me. (Could be fame AU.)

You’re on Sirius’s lap pressed against he plays you a song on the piano. At five years old, you didn’t understand how your dad could do something so cool; seemingly without even trying! You watch his fingers carefully as they glide seamlessly over the keys. You wiggle excitedly against his chest as the song picks up to something fast and exciting. Sirius chuckles softly as he feels you move. You flash him your most toothy grin as kisses your forehead.

“Your turn sweetheart.” He places your small hands over the keys. You look up at him in shock and excitement. You’d never been allowed to touch the piano before! You look at him, just to see if he’s sure. He gives you an encouraging smile as you press your finger to a single key. You keep going, trying to copy his pattern. You manage to play the same notes he did at a much slower pace, cringing when you press the wrong key.

Sirius grins brilliantly when you look back at him for reassurance. “Very good! Now try something different.” A confused pout takes over your face. “Different how?” You utter softly as you look back at the piano, studying the instrument with the most intense focus a five-year-old could manage.

Siris’s smile softens. “Just..make it your own.” Sirius’s words don’t make much sense to you, but the way he urges you to try again with the piano makes you smile.

You straighten your back and stick your nose up; mimicking the snooty pianist you’d seen during TV time. Sirius chuckles and watches you carefully as your fingers stretch out. You play one steady note at a time. It’s no song, but not bad for a five-year-old. You scoot up on his lap as your tiny hands travel from one end of the piano to the other. Sirius listens the whole time and has you take a little bow once you’re done. You giggle as he ruffles your hair and kisses your forehead. “Good job kid.”

[littleplantfreak]

Dreamcatcher (sfw)

(or who has dreams, nightmares, and anything in between)

Sakura has dreams and nightmares, although most of the time he only remembers snippets. Prone to gasping awake or shooting up into sitting position during nightmares. The type to have dreams about his friends and feel like they’re at fault for what happened. Once he had a dream Nirei stole his food and he wouldn’t let Nirei sit next to him during lunch the next day without telling him specifically he better back off his sandwiches.

Whenever Hiragi has a nightmare, stomach cramping follows. Whether it’s his stomach causing them or them causing further stomach distress, he’ll never know, but he has tea and medicine to settle down before trying again. Mumbles in his sleep on occasion, and it’s really kind of cute.

It’s no surprise Umemiya is a dreamer. Sure maybe once in a blue moon he’ll have a bad one, but for the most part they’re really weird and silly. Loves to talk about them at breakfast the next morning, recounting his time flying with a penguin, or being chased by trolls. He remembers the whole thing usually, though he’s such a deep sleeper that once he’s worn himself out enough and has one of those big, drool inducing rests, he just sleeps with no dreams to be had.

Suo is vague, beats around the bush, and generally likes to joke around. When he tells his friends he dreams in black and white? He’s actually telling the truth! He doesn't have good or bad dreams often, but when he does, he likes to laugh about them in the morning. Something about them looking like he’s watching an old movie makes them all the more funny.

Kaji has nightmares more than dreams, but mostly he sleeps without either. He’ll be in a shit mood the next day though, because the nightmare will have him tossing and turning, trying to find the comfiest spot on the bed that seems to have disappeared in the hour or so it took him to be woken by it. Another sleep mumbler. He can actually sleep with his music blasting in his ears pretty easily too!

Kotoha dreams most of the time. She’ll exchange sleep stories with Ume, but hers always seem to be a little tamer than his. Has a diffuser that cycles through colored lights she’ll put on if she has a dream she deems ‘not great’ and a stuffed dragon her siblings got her that guards her dreams on the nightstand next to her bed. Sometimes she’ll have it on the pillow next to her for no particular reason; it’s just soothing (and so soft and cute.)

[jamethinks]

One thing I wish they took the time to explore more with sxf is Anya’s transition from orphan to family. I get why it was brushed off (mainly to save time but it would have also been too heavy to start the story off of) but it still would have been an interesting thing to watch. Anya kind of showed up comfortable and set for her new family and while it gave some cute scenes it really uncut her trauma.

Idk I feel a nice simple scene between Twilight and Anya where he notices her behavior and immediately recognizes it as trauma from her time in the orphanage and there’s a brief moment where [RETRACTED] slips out and reassured Anya that she doesn’t have to fight anymore, she doesn’t have to hide anymore, no one is going to hurt you anymore. And it’s important not because it comforts Anya but it comforts Twilight as well.

A moment of rawness and vulnerability because he saw the same pain he felt for so many years and it was the one thing neither Loid nor Twilight could understand. Only him.

And I feel that conversation would really set the stakes for the rest of their relationship. It’s not something that was done out of trust or love but out of a sense of mutuality and it’s the acknowledgment of that mutuality that hangs over their relationship. Then seeing her grow up and evolve into a confident young girl from the shy scared baby he first adopt is what’s going to trigger that deep sense of affection for her that will eventually cause him to break free.

[moonlit-knightz]

so lawrusso coded! i love how this could go for both robby or samantha and anthony

[silverware-is-interesting]

WOE! object show doodles be upon ye!

idk some doodles and some ss redraws of object shows i enjoy

[bluerosefox]

Cuckoo Clocks

Red Robin (Kinda) AU where everything during that timeline happens and Tim finally has his proof Bruce is still alive and he's ready to tell the JL and stop Ra's (whose on his way to Gotham to destroy all of things/people Bruce loves to get back at Tim for the whole blowing up his bases thing) all at once...

Only he suddenly finds a glowing green sticky note on his forehead. He is no doubt confused and jumpy from everything so far so he's tempted to forget about it and just move on but Tim has always been curious so he reads it.

"Finding the Lost in the stream will not be easy to fish out even with help gained. Find me first and I might lend you the correct lure.

Finish your battle with the False Immortal and find Phantom, he shall lead you to me and should you be right on time, I might be inclined to help.

-CW"

And Tim... well, he's done a hell of a lot of questionable things so far at this point, why not take a chance on this too.

[swiftsgrath]

AAA ep 3 spoilers ahead!!

ok this might be a little crazy since i'm not exactly a witch specialist BUT what if sharon dying (rip queen 💔) was actually the way to introduce rio into the road. like, if she really is death or something, she'll be able to show up to get her, right?

there's also that thing she says on one of the trailers that's like "the bodies keep piling up" and the fact agatha says she's not allowed to kill her. maybe it's bc she is death itself, so she can only get them after they're dead.

could also be a more literal meaning to the "you don't have a heart" thing, bc maybe agatha thinks someone who's death would literally be heartless. and portraying death as a black heart would be very on point of lilia tbh

ANYWAYS if that's true agathario potential is endless bc while we do not know how she relates to the nicholas × darkhold story (which to me could be either partially to blame or completely tbh), just imagine death falling for this witch who's just constantly being chased and almost murdered and cannot FOR THE LIFE OF HER stay away from danger.

[penny00dreadful]

[lost-in-fandoms]

would u ever write maxiel spies! whether that’s them being partners, or daniel being max’s handler or them being rivals?

oooh babe I would love to!!! spies aus have so many options!!

it could go in a mr and mrs smith direction, where they are married and they don't know they are both spies until they try to steal the same government secrets and then they try to kill each other, have sex, realise it was actually a trap and ride away together into the sunset into a stolen helicopter max is piloting

or i LOVE the daniel being max's handler idea! daniel being in his ear during missions, freaking out a bit when max does something dangerous even if they have never admitted they love each other. max gets captured and daniel gets on the field for the first time in forever to save him.

or something silly like "we work for different people and we keep running into each other when we work and sometimes you get there first and sometimes i do but it always ends up with us chasing each other around and by now i know you and your moves so well i could fight you blind even if i have never seen your face before" only that it becomes serious because "wait someone else is here and they have hurt you? that is my emotional support rival and oh wow you're beautiful yes okay i will kill that person for you and then come back to take you to safety hello i think I love you"

or it could be something more historical au. set maybe during ww2 or something like that, with max being sent to infiltrate the enemy lines to get close to daniel only to find out that daniel is also infiltrating enemy lines and they have to work together to escape with the secrets to decode encoded messages?

so many options!!!

[whatwooshkai]

2?

(important context in tags)

Dani sucks in a breath, and prepares for the worst. "There's no way you're fitting in that."

Blades gives her a blank look, the dress halfway up his thighs. "Huh?"

Even if there weren't love handles spilling over the waistband of his boxers, there's no way in hell Blades is fitting into anything Dani owns. He's taller than her, his shoulders are broader, and he's far more filled out. "You're not fitting in that."

"Why?" Blades asks, seemingly genuinely curious.

Because you're fat, is on the tip of Dani's tongue, but she holds it. Blades isn't even human on most days, she shouldn't subject him to human problems like body image issues. "We're not the same size," she settles on, tapping a beat on her arm. "You're bigger than me. And I'd rather you not rip that dress."

Blades' frown gets deeper, but he shimmies out of the dress and pulls back on the old tshirt and jeans from her dad, the only clothes they had that would fit him. "I could get smaller?" he offers.

Dani shakes her head. "No, you can't," she tells him. "You're not... y'know."

"Right," Blades mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. Dani can see the outline of his stomach through the shirt. How can he not be insecure about that? "But I don't like these clothes, I like your clothes. Your dad has no sense of style."

Dani cracks a smile at that. "No, he doesn't. But, uh..." she shifts, staring at the dress crumpled on the floor. Maybe she should've let him stretch out that dress. She always looks a little off in it... "I could take you shopping," she offers, and Blades absolutely lights up.

"Really?" he says, grabbing her hands. "Can we go to the mall? Oh, I've always wanted to do that-" he cuts himself off suddenly, eyes growing wide. "Oh my Primus. You have to buy me a pretzel."

Dani bites the comment on her tongue and forces herself to match his energy. "Of course!" she promises, squeezing his hands back. "You should enjoy your time as human!"

Blades' grin lights up the whole room.

Dani sighs when he turns away, babbling about all his plans and gathering up the clothes scattered on the floor to get an idea of what he wants. He's so excited, Dani wishes she could genuinely match that energy.

Maybe I could stand to learn a thing or two from him.

[nonbinary-catboy]

Thinking abt Cecil and Abby living together after their mom left in the same house they grew up in. Thinking abt there being an extra chair at the dining table that none of them ever sit in but that they never bother to move. Thinking abt there being an extra bedroom in the house collecting dust that neither of them ever go into. Thinking abt there being obvious echoes of a third person who lived there that they don't move in the hope that she might come back some day. Thinking abt a similar thing happening in Cecil's apartment when Carlos was in the desert otherworld.