#need to start up Shield to create her brother some time...

[praise-suns-and-chill]

Replaying Sword and Shield

I am not quite sure why, I thought about restarting X/Y first, and actually did, but since my plan for a X/Y Legends fanfic seems obsolete now, I guess I am looking for alternative ideas xD

Bede deserved better. He's a little twat but in the end he was just taken advantage of and dropped when he stopped being useful. I just like this little tsundere cottoncandyball

Also, just did the Isle of Armor questline, never actually did before. It's fun, I like it! Kubfu is cute af and it's evolution is now permanently on my team, OG Ogerpon but we didn't need to be involuntary assholes to get it, its ours and we don't need to feel bad about it.

I prefer that!

My girl Glory, and

Her current Team

[mooooonnnzz]

I saw your earlier post on Platonic fics and Im a sucker for them so here u go : father figure stanford headcannons maybe takes place after he comes back from the portal, reader is an adventurous spirit that works at the shack and maybe secretly helped stan get his brother back? Idk im just throwing things here lol

You Know I Love You Still

Stanford x daughter!reader

💗 stanford dad hc!!

💗 i literally saw the request it and started writing and got a lil carried away 😭 its like half story half hc? if that makes sense

💗 requests r so open rn! i def dont have any fav requests… (anything platonic or familial will be the first ones i write i LOVE those types of requests)

💗 the age of the reader is young like 16/17? ik that lowkey contradicts with the time line but wtv STANFORD DAD HC!!

💗 it’s a little bit of everything? like it’s not only just reader and stanford, the twins r also included in some scenarios and also stan

💗 a big happy family 😭

💗 fem reader gulp i completely didnt realize until i was done that i used she/her when referring to the reader

💗 next fic will use gender neutral pronouns I SWUEAR!!

💗2k words

💗 i apologize for rhe misspell and mistakes i didnt catch in advance

Working together with your Uncle Stan to build the portal to bring your dad back to the right dimension was tiresome. Nights were sleepless and many of them were spent in the underground lab, where you and Stan did everything possible to assemble the portal. Trying to keep such a secret away from the twins and Soos was unexpectedly hard. The knowledge of hiding someone so vital to you and to your Uncle Stan was weighing down on you and him. Then came the day where his awaited arrival was promised. You could barely sleep that night. You thought of so many different possibilities and scenarios of how you would greet him. Would he remember you? Did he ever miss you? Does he even love you?!

The next day came in like a tornado and before you knew it, you were protectively standing in front of the button; trying your absolute hardest to prevent the twins from pressing the button.

“Why do you guys want to stop the portal so badly!” You yelled over the loud swirling wind that emitted from the portal. “Because it’s dangerous!” Dipper retorted, using his arm to shield him from the debris whizzing past him. “G-Grunkle Stan isn’t who he says he is!” Dipper said, stepping closer to you.

“Whatever you guys saw or heard isn’t what you think it is! Please, you need to believe me.” You begged, your eyes brimming with tears. You’ve worked so hard to get this portal up and running and you weren’t going to let Dipper or anyone stop you from being able to see your dad.

Soos came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry, dude.” He picked you up and took you away from the button. “Soos, no!” You thrashed around his hold. You pound your fists against his arms, hoping it’ll loosen his grip on you but nothing you did worked. No matter how much you begged and fought against him, he didn’t budge. He just held you closer to him, muttering ‘I’m Sorry’ under his breath.

“This all stops now!” Dipper raised his hand, palm flattened out, ready to push the button when Stan appeared at the doorway. “Don’t touch that button!”

He’s hunched forward, hand leaning on the frame of the doorway as he pants. Relief washes over you upon seeing Stan. Silence fills the room for a minute and all you can hear is your heart hammer against your ribcage. Stan walks towards Dipper, beckoning him to not press the button.

“If you just let me explain—“ He’s cut off by his watch repeatedly beeping. Suddenly the ground begins to shake.

The portal powers up and the circle enlarges. The electricity spazzes and travels throughout the room, creating streaks of electrical power. Your feet lift off the ground and soon everyone’s floating up in the air. The wind is fierce and it’s whipping through every direction, pushing you towards the wall.

Dipper yells at Mable to turn off the portal before it causes anymore damage. She tugs herself closer to the button using a stray cable and while she wraps herself around the neck holding up the button, Stan is begging her to listen to him and to not press the button. He’s soon tackled by Soos who pushes him away from Mable. They all fight with each other and you’re watching with a bated breath.

The portal pulses with power, sending you back first into the wall. Stan and Dipper bicker back and forth and Mable is torn with the decision of either believing her brother or her Grunkle. She lowers her hand, eyes closed and you're almost convinced she’s going to press the button when she lets go of the button. She floats up with her arms raised. “Grunkle Stan, I believe you.” She says.

“Mable, are you crazy?! We’re all gonna—!”

The world flashes white and you're immediately knocked out. You awaken to yourself plummeting face first down to the floor. You groan, pushing yourself up with one hand and the other wiping off the dust on your face. Looking around you can see your family scattered around the room, each of them slowly waking up from whatever happened and stumbling back to their feet.

Your head quickly whips towards the portal and your heart lurches into your throat upon seeing a figure step out of it. He stands still, staring straight ahead as he takes off his hood and goggles. And what hid behind them was your father.

After the initial shock of meeting the one behind the three books and the reveal of him being related to Stan was pushed aside, you presented yourself with the help of Stan. “H-Hi, Dad.” You awkwardly greet yourself.

His eyes stop on you and he freezes, eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar. He takes a minute to process the absurdity of the situation before he’s snapping back to consciousness. He blinks once, his mouth stuttering as he finds the right words to say. He then blinks again, stepping a cautious step towards you. Your name softly spills out of his mouth and your heart soars hearing your Dad finally utter your name again.

You take a step forward and then another and another until you’re face to face with him. Being closer to him allowed you to see how much he has aged since the last time you saw him. “Dad…” You whisper, throwing yourself into him.

A light wheeze escapes his mouth from the sudden impact of your body crashing on him. Once he recovers, his arms are quickly wrapped around you, hugging you with so much warmth and love you almost sobbed right then and there.

He snuggled his face against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent he missed so dearly while he was away. “We have so much to catch up on.” You say so quietly that he almost lost your words if it wasn’t for you being directly near his ear. He hums in affirmation, cherishing the long awaited reunion with his daughter.

“I feel like this is another part where one of us faints again.” Mable says in utter disbelief at the scene that unfolded in front of her. “Ohoh!” Soos laughed out. “I’m so on it, dudes.” As if on command his eyes roll to the back of his head and he faints flat on his back.

HEADCANON TIME!!

• You weren’t really expecting to talk to him much due to Stan wanting to talk to his brother, but after their fight, he came looking for you. When he found you, you were sitting on the couch that was outside on the porch. You were reading a book you recently purchased from the bookstore. Nose deep in your book, you failed to realize Ford standing beside you. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his trench coat. Quietly he asked, “Is there room for one more?”

• The night was spent with the two of you getting to know each other. From your favorite color to your favorite show, what food you like to eat and so on. Ford wanted to fully understand and know you as a person. He wanted to make up all the years he lost with you.

• The next day, you awoke to the smell of your favorite breakfast food being cooked. With haste you pushed your blanket off of you and slipped on your slippers and sped off into the kitchen where Ford was buttering the pan. He looked over to you and flashed you a smile. “I made you your favorite.” He said, motioning over to the table where he laid out your breakfast. “You didn’t have to do this.” You scratched your cheek, a small laugh of surprise leaving you. “I’m just doing what I always dreamed of doing.” He shoveled out his breakfast onto his plate using a spatula. “How’s the food, kiddo?” He asks, placing the pan and spatula on the dirty side of the sink. “Actually pretty good for someone who hasn't been in this dimension for over a decade!” You jest, taking another delicious bite from your breakfast. Ford jokingly rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair as he walked past you and sat down on his chair. “Already poking fun at me.” He said, shaking his head.

• Stanford knew he had to focus on his projects, he had so many things he left unfinished that he'd been dying to get his hands on the minute he stepped foot into his dimension. But he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from you. He loved seeing you interact with the twins, he loved watching how pieces of his personality shone through you. Like the way you’re so meticulous with where you put things, or how you were forever curious about the things around you, and even the abundance of questions you’d mutter to yourself as you discovered something new. That’s all of him right there, in front of him and he couldn’t grasp such a thought that you were his!

• He finds himself gazing upon baby photos Stan took of you when you were younger. Even if he’s angry at his twin currently, he’s forever grateful that he documented such beautiful memories in a scrapbook. “Y’know, I used to tell stories about you to her.” A shriek leaves Ford. He jumps forward, the scrapbook tumbling down his lap and onto the floor. “You idiot! Be careful.” Stan sneered, kneeling down to the floor to pick up the scrapbook. “Stanley!” Ford leans his head back, trying to regain his composure. “You scared me!” He says. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Stan waves him off, grabbing the scrapbook and tucking it in between his arms. They stand in awkward silence, eyes darting around the place uneasily. “Did…” Ford starts, shattering the silence. “Did she like the stories you told of me?” Stan smiles fondly, nodding his head. “She loved them. She thought you were some stupid amazing superhero, no matter what I told her.” Ford furrowed his brows. “Wait, what do you mean by no matter what you told her?” Stan nervously laughed. “Hey, why don’t you keep looking at these photos! Wait here, look at this one. Haha! She’s trying to eat her toes, isn’t that adorable?” “Stanley.”

• Outings between the two of you were very common. He loved being tugged around the town of Gravity Falls by you as you pointed at various different shops and locations. You told him the reasons why you hated them or loved them, and some were tied to stories that happened within the summer. He seriously questioned how you and the twins survived so many times where you were just so close to death. The mall was a place where you and him resided the most. With the money he took from Stan, he paid for almost everything you wanted. Entering the shack with so many bags was a shock to everyone. “Woah! Did you buy the whole mall?” Mable jokes, grabbing one of the bags to help you with the load. “Basically,” you laughed, instructing Mable to rally Soos and Dipper to have a little haul of what you bought. Stan watched with a raised brow as you stumbled into the living room with Mable following closely behind. “Where did you get all the money to buy her all of that?” Stan asks. “Just stole some money from some hobo.” Ford said, walking into the living room to join in on the haul. Stan didn’t understand what he said and opened the cash register. When he saw all the money he had stored the day before gone, it all clicked.

• Adventures out in the woods is a must. Gathering the twins and your dad, all four of you venture out into the woods in hopes to find something new. “Why couldn’t Grunkle Stan tag along with us?” Mable asked as she kneeled down to pluck a flower from the dirt. “Because he’s being a wet towel.” Dipper muttered, scribbling down a rough drawing of the flower Mable was picking in a book you bought him. “So what kind of anomalies you three stumbled upon?” Ford questioned. You and the twins began to dump everything onto him, from when you started seeing them to when Dipper and Mable came. Ford couldn’t truly focus on what they were saying, mostly because it was a jumbled excited mess of words, but partially because he was astonished with the trio in front of him. They went through so much and yet they’re still so headstrong. He could definitely see a little bit of him in Dipper and Mable.

• Stan would find you and Ford fallen asleep on the couch or in his lab, all huddled up together and completely knocked out. Snores filled the room and he found it amusing that you and him both snores the same. Videos and photos were definitely taken by Mable.

• Ford would tell stories of his adventures in another dimension to you. Stemming from how he started from the ground up to him getting banned from many other dimensions for stealing parts. “You’re not so different from Uncle Stan,” You laughed, shaking your head. “What! It was only a few…hundred dimensions.”

• There’s times where you’d wake up in a cold sweat, afraid that your Dad finally coming back was just a painful dream your brain played on you. But when you would get ready to find him, you’d step on his stomach or back. “Ough!” Ford groaned out in pain. Being suddenly woken up from his sleep, he sat up, looking around confused. “What are you doing sleeping on the floor?” You sat back down on your bed, pulling the blankets over you. “Is there a problem with me sleeping on the floor?” Ford asks, looking at you with squinted eyes. “No, no.” You laid back down on your bed. “Go back to sleep. I’m better now,” You say, somewhat amused with Ford sleeping on the floor beside your bed. “Goodnight, I love you.” You brush your fingers playfully across his face to annoy him. He shoves your fingers away from his face, huffing out. “Goodnight,” He shuffles to his side, looking up to you with a small smile. “I love you more, kiddo.”

[charliedawn]

Hi hi!

It's been a while since over requested anything but I've been keeping track of your posts and I am still in love with your writing style!!

I was wondering if I could have the slashers with a nurse wo already has 5 kids but is a single mom?

When it comes to her kids safety she turns into a complete animal like mama bear style....

Her children are smart in their own ways and are very close nit, but they always look out for their mother.

Thanks if you do this!

❤️ anon

P.s please take care of yourself! And drink lots of water and eat healthy meals!!!

Jason would be quietly protective, his natural instinct to shield others kicking in as he watched the kids play. He might not say much, but he’d be the first to step in if any danger appeared. He’d probably even enjoy the occasional moments when one of the kids quietly sits beside him, without fear, just being present.

But…Jason is afraid of children. He knows they can be cruel. So he wouldn’t approach the kids if he can help it. He would first need reassurance that they are good kids who wouldn’t be mean to him. I think your kids would be safe with him, but be careful as Jason is still a kid in his head and kids usually do not realise what they are doing until it is too late…

He might get scared.

Bo would put on his usual tough front, pretending that he’s unfazed by all the noise and mess. But over time, you’d notice him helping fix things around the house without asking, muttering under his breath that he’s “just keeping the place from falling apart.” And you might catch him joking with the older kids, giving them advice like an older brother might. He would eventually warm up to the kids. (And they would watch Cars together cause duh…cars. 🤣)

Your kids wouldn’t necessarily see him as a threat cause they know his true love is cars.

Pennywise and Penny would likely be the most chaotic around the kids, trying to keep them entertained in their unique way. They’d take turns clowning around (literally), teasing and laughing, but always making sure the kids were safe. Pennywise might grumble about all the work, but deep down, he’d appreciate the chaos that reminds him of his bond with Penny. Also, they would create illusions and Penny would even turn himself into a poney to have some fun with the kids. They would hence learn to be more friendly and to care for your family—as much as they care about you.

Freddy Krueger might pretend to be too cool to care at first, but he’d surprise you by keeping the nightmares at bay for your little ones. He’d even show them how to stand up for themselves, all while cracking jokes and making a game out of it. He’d never admit it, but being part of a family dynamic might soften him a little, especially when he sees how much he’s grown fond of the little monsters. 😆

Freddy *takes one of the kids and smiles* : "If you think you can just bat your eyes at me and pout and get me to do whatever the hell you want…you got another thing coming, kiddo."

All your kids start doing it and he pretends to get shot and fall.

"Aaaah ! Curse y’all for ganging up against me !"

Vincent Sinclair and Jason would be silently helpful, stepping in to create art for the kids or fix broken toys. They’d rarely speak, but their actions would show how much they’ve come to care for both you and your family. Both their gentle side would emerge more often when they’re with your younger children, especially if they showed interest in their work.

Michael Myers would be a constant presence, quietly observing and occasionally stepping in when needed. He might bond with one of the quieter kids, appreciating their silence and the way they understand each other without needing to talk. He’d be fiercely protective of your family, seeing you and the children as his own responsibility. He would also organise cooking or baking sessions for the kids—managing to make them all participate and teach them a thing or two—in case you do not have the time to cook for them.

And Brahms Heelshire—though not used to such a lively household—would probably hover around you, trying to be helpful while also seeking attention. He’d keep a close eye on everything, particularly the younger kids, and would often look to you for reassurance, wanting to be part of this new family.

Once approval give though ? He’d quickly share his many toys and board games with the kids—eager to make some new friends. He would also be happy if they invited him to play with them and end up missing them when they have to leave. He’s also be happy to receive hugs from the kids and beg you repeatedly to bring them back.

[charleslee-valentine]

Trudy refills Vincent’s cereal. He’s 2-3 years old and blind in one eye. He doesn’t need more cereal, he just needs his bowl rotated so he can see the cereal that was left over on his blind side. Not that we necessarily know how Vincent communicates without speech, but she hardly gives him time to answer her question about more before she’s refilling the bowl anyways. This is her approach to parenting her boys in general.

There’s no interest in fixing their actual issues. Rather than help Vincent to see what he already has in front of him, she’d rather add more, inadvertently also adding more onto the side he can’t see. At some point, this would just add to the issue. Overcompensation into overwhelm. Bo is brought in for breakfast kicking and screaming and it’s sort of evident why Trudy puts all her love into Vincent to the point of it being suffocating and unhelpful. Sure it could be a simple case of favoritism, but with the aspect of overcompensation specifically, it seems that she wants to balance her guilt over failing to parent one of her sons by pouring more effort than necessary into Vincent. Rather than giving the extra attention to Bo, it’s refilling a non-empty bowl of cereal.

I don’t think that necessarily mean she loves Vincent more. She finds him easier to parent. Fill the bowl whether or not he needs it because that’s easier than unpacking where Bo’s massive emotional outbursts are coming from. It seems more like love-bombing than genuine kindness. He’s “being such a good boy today,” but the implied part is an unsaid comparison to Bo. As twins, and conjoined twins at that, they’re not independent of each other. Vincent’s behavior exists only to contrast Bo’s, from her perspective. “Fix” his needs, and she can fix them both. Hence, preferring just to duct tape Bo to a chair than help him any.

Then Vincent grows up to become her protege, starting in his childhood but lasting until even after Trudy’s death. Over thirty years have passed since they were toddlers in those high chairs, but Bo gives a hint about why Vince got that ‘special privilege’ to not be as physically abused. “She always said that your talent would make up for what God took away from you.” Only, God didn’t take anything. Victor Sinclair doing illegal, unqualified surgery on his babies is why Vincent lost half of his face. Trudy only uses God’s name and religion as a shield for her own guilt about how her boys turned out. But it’s more likely she included Vincent in the wax business because she again, was dumping affection onto him over and over as her strategy.

Otherwise there isn’t as much favoritism between the boys. In their childhood photos, they both play piano, both play pool and baseball, both get to sit at the table with their birthday cake (without highchairs or bindings) and they play on the floor together. It's not entirely divisive between them, though it’s still obvious from which brother she’s slapping across his face and which brother she’s love-bombing which she’d prefer to deal with. Just not which she actually cares for more. Vincent wasn’t somehow spared from abuse in a house like the Sinclair household.

Interestingly, when Bo tells the story of Trudy and Victor, he mentions that once the Doc died, they were alone. Except, there’s at least one version of a prop newspaper stating that Trudy created a wax memorial for Victor. So this is just a false version of events most likely. Sure it could be that a decision changed, but there’s also the fact that, in the guns and ammo store, there’s a sign that says “Trudy’s Town or Wax.” And Bo tells Vincent, “We almost finished what mama started.” She’s also much older than the Trudy we see in the family photos and articles (even with the amount of cigarettes that woman smoked.) Ambrose is confirmed to have been abandoned for a decade, but to be turned into wax, Trudy would’ve had to die sometime between the abandonment of Ambrose and the present. Else she would’ve been properly buried most likely. The plan to fill Ambrose was hers, it’s just Bo that suggests using real humans (according to his apology to Vincent, he takes credit for the idea anyhow.)

Which makes her boys at least in their mid twenties when she died. In an older version of the script, Bo had killed her and Victor, but knowing it would put them all in foster care, that doesn’t quite make sense unless they were older. So the order of events is, Doc dying, the sugar mill closing, Trudy planning to reimagine Ambrose, and then dying herself.

The reason that’s important is because it’s emblematic of just how much pressure she was putting on both of her boys. And that’s not love. With two mentally ill, abused sons, (maybe three, since Lord only knows how they treated Lester once he came along,) that’s just manipulation. Victor and Trudy aren’t cartoon super villains for being bad to their boys. But when you can’t even just rotate a bowl slightly for your half blind little one, it’s shallow. Trudy has her cigarettes right in the boys faces in the opening and in most of the photos. Smoking was in one study linked to about 1/3rd of conjoined pregnancies, and in a similar case of conjoinment to the boys, one of the twins had lost an eye and had a prosthetic, but with minimal scarring because of the surgery being done in an actual legal hospital. It’s not about God taking anything, or about which is a little monsted and which is a very good boy- it’s about Trudy and Victor both messing up from the very beginning and causing the boys losses, then refusing to take accountability for it. Or, in the symbolic sense, to just do the right thing and turn a damn bowl of cheerios towards your blind kid.

[writing-for-life]

The Mother Wound…

…or what if one of your major arcana was possibly created in the image of the parent who emotionally abandoned you over and over

We recently discussed episode 8 (Playing House) and Dream’s relationship with Gault. And I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I was to see that someone else had the thought that there’s an eerie resemblance between Gault and Mother Night. So far, I always thought I’m the only one who might have had the fleeting thought that Dream has created Gault in the image of his mother (but that’s possibly because not everyone has read the comics).

And if I think about it a bit deeper, all sorts of feelings come up…

Mother Night in Overture, design by JH Williams III

There is a shared motif here—Night promises Morpheus a dreamworld in her realm. It’s the ultimate escape, the ultimate laying down of his responsibilities and letting it all end…

Gault builds Jed a dreamworld he can also escape to—from the pain of his abuse and loneliness. The only difference is that Gault is benevolent. Night—not so much, but as a cosmic force, she isn’t truly malevolent either. She just is. As a mother, she is an emotionally distant, manipulative and cold catastrophe though, and we have reason to believe she was always like this, and that her emotional unavailability hurt several of her children. Dream and Delirium most from what we can gather, but it’s probably not unreasonable to say they all suffered in one way or another—what does it say about you if you didn’t even know, or at least didn’t care, that one of your children died and grieves for her lost brother to top it all off, or that you have no clue that said brother walked out on his duties? The only one who always seems to get off lightly is Destiny (also with Father Time btw):

That mother wound is deep, people. There’s also a father wound—on top of emotional unavailability and manipulation, it’s one of constantly being told that nothing you do will ever be good enough, that you’re useless. But maybe that’s for another time. And said mother wound could also explain why Morpheus initially reacts so badly on Gault “overstepping”. Because funnily enough, he starts out quite calm and only gets truly angry when Gault says that none of the dream folk came back because they loved him, but only because they’re afraid of him.

And I believe that’s the sentence that truly set him off—not that Gault left or wanted to be something other than she is (even if that’s at the very core of his own conflict and will certainly sting):

It’s the deep rejection he has felt throughout his existence, and possibly even sought out and replicated subconsciously [all his relationships replay a pattern of rejection or being the rejected over and over], because that’s what people with attachment issues do 😩. The same rejection and coldness he took on himself, began to wear like a shield, showed towards others—because if you reject someone first, they can’t hurt you, right?

But it still hurts…

So you proceed to inflict the exact pain on others that has been inflicted upon you, and you send them to the darkness and abandonment just like you have been sent to the darkness and abandoned (and he doesn’t just do it to Gault—he has done it to his own son, just like his mother and father did it to him several times over)…

But what if the seed of who Gault wanted to be and was (someone who is caring and nurturing) had already been subconsciously planted by her creator, without him being aware he was doing it? Was she not always who she was, and wouldn’t she always be that way? Maybe that’s the most interesting question…

Maybe some truths are buried so deep inside of us that they just need the right environment to come to the surface. But they are always there, and they just need space, and sometimes pain, to lead to transformation. And then I start to think of another repeating motif, and I guess we all know what that one is…

[estellan0vella]

Don't Bring The Kids To Work Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU Pt1

Walking through the bustling streets, you hold onto Megumi's hand while Yuji skips alongside you, humming a cheerful tune. The midday sun is warm, casting a golden glow over everything. Your destination is just ahead: Sukuna's tattoo and piercing parlour, a place that's become a second home to you.

You open the door, the familiar chime signalling your arrival. The scent of antiseptic mixed with a hint of ink fills your nostrils, and you instantly feel at ease. The parlour is lively as always, with the hum of tattoo machines and low chatter creating a comforting background noise. Your plan today was to bring Yuji to the parlour so he'd stop asking questions about the wrestling incident from four days ago.

"Hey, Suku!" Yuji calls out, his voice full of excitement. He dashes towards Sukuna, who is leaning against the reception desk, talking to Toji and Geto. Sukuna looks up, a grin spreading across his face as he sees you and the kids.

"Hey, brat," Sukuna greets Yuji, ruffling his hair before his eyes find yours. "Hey, baby." His voice softens, and you can see the affection in his eyes.

"Hi, Kuna," you reply with a smile, walking over to him. Megumi, still holding your hand, looks up at Sukuna with wide eyes.

Toji smirks, leaning back in his chair. "Looks like the little one's tired," he comments, nodding towards Megumi.

"Yeah, he's had a long day," you reply, bending down to pick up the sleepy boy. He instantly curls up in your arms, his head resting against your shoulder.

"Why don't you two go sit on the couch?" Geto suggests, pointing to the comfortable-looking sofa in the corner of the parlour. "Megumi can take a nap, and you can relax."

You nod, grateful for the suggestion. "Thanks, Geto." 

You carry Megumi over to the couch and gently lay him down, his body stretched out on your lap. The parlour buzzes with its usual activity as you settle onto the couch, gently laying Megumi down on your lap.

His breathing evens out quickly, and you can feel his small body relax completely. Sukuna hands you your sketchbook with a wink, and you open it, immediately starting to doodle.

Yuji, never one to sit still for long, bounds over to Toji and Geto. "Hey, Toji! Hey, Geto!" he calls out, his eyes alight with curiosity. "Why do Suku and Y/N/N wrestle at night?"

Toji nearly spits out his drink, while Geto's face splits into a wide grin. "Wrestle, huh?" Geto muses, glancing over at Sukuna, who is now rubbing his temples in exasperation.

"Yeah! When I went into the room one time, they said they were wrestling," Yuji continues, unabashed as you stare at your sketchbook. "Sometimes I hear Y/N/N saying 'harder, harder,' and it sounds like Suku is hurting her. But she keeps asking for it!"

Toji is now outright cackling, his laughter echoing through the parlour. "Oh man, this kid is killing me," he wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. Geto leans back, shaking his head with a broad grin on his face.

"Lord kill me now," You sigh.

Geto, still grinning, decides to chime in. "Yuji, when grown-ups say things like that, it's because they're playing a very private game. It's not something kids need to worry about."

Yuji seems to ponder this for a moment before coming up with another question. "But why does Y/N/N say it feels good, but then sometimes she tells Suku it's too big?"

Toji lets out another round of laughter, nearly falling out of his chair. "Kid, you're really something else."

You lift the still-sleeping Megumi into your arms, using his small body as a shield to hide your burning face. He wraps his arms around your neck, nuzzling into you sleepily. The warmth and weight of the little boy offer some comfort amidst the onslaught of Yuji's relentless questions.

Geto, equally entertained but trying to maintain a semblance of composure, adds, "Yuji, sometimes adults exaggerate when they're playing their games. It's all part of the fun."

Yuji, not entirely convinced, tilts his head. "But why does Suku tell Y/N/N to take it like a good girl? What is she taking?"

You can feel Sukuna's tension radiating as he rubs his temples more vigorously. "Yuji, we've told you—it's just a game for grown-ups. It's not something you need to understand right now."

"But if it's a game, why does it make so much noise?" Yuji presses on, his eyes wide and earnest.

Toji lets out another bellowing laugh, nearly sliding out of his chair. "Oh, this kid is gonna kill me! I've never laughed this hard in my life."

Geto, barely holding it together, shakes his head. "Yuji, some games are just noisy. It's part of the excitement."

Yuji pauses, considering this, before coming up with yet another question. "Okay, but why does (Y/N/N) sometimes say she can't take it anymore? And why does Suku tell her she can?"

Toji is now almost incoherent with laughter, his face red and eyes streaming with tears. "Oh, this is gold. Pure gold."

You clutch Megumi tighter, feeling his gentle, rhythmic breathing against your chest, wishing you could use him to disappear entirely. The mortification is palpable, but you can't help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

"Yuji," Sukuna says, trying to keep his voice calm and steady despite the deep flush on his face, "sometimes people push each other to be better, to go further than they think they can. It's about encouragement."

Yuji's face lights up with understanding. "Oh, so it's like when you make me run faster during soccer practice because you know I can do it!"

Sukuna nods, grateful for the comparison. "Exactly. Just like that."

"But why does Y/N/N sometimes say 'more, more,' and then say 'no more'? Is it like when I want more ice cream but then my tummy hurts?"

Toji falls out of his chair, hitting the floor with a thud but still laughing hysterically. "I can't handle this kid! He's too much!"

Geto is barely holding himself together, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "Yuji, it's a bit like that, yes. Sometimes people think they want more of something but then realize they need to slow down."

Yuji nods solemnly, taking in the explanation. "Okay, I think I get it. But what does Suku mean when he tells Y/N/N to 'ride it'? Do they have a secret pony?"

Toji's laughter reaches a new volume, and he starts wheezing, completely losing it. "Oh, man! I can't breathe!"

Geto leans back, wiping tears from his eyes, struggling to keep his composure. "Yuji, that's just more of the same game talk. It's all part of the... encouragement."

You bury your face in Megumi's hair, trying to hide your burning cheeks. "Yuji, maybe it's time to ask different questions."

Yuji looks thoughtful. "Why does Suku sometimes tell you to scream his name?"

Toji is now rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach and gasping for air between peals of laughter. "This kid! I can't take it!"

"I'm going to kill myself," You mutter.

You're at your wit's end, trying to maintain some semblance of composure while Yuji continues to ask questions that push the boundaries of your embarrassment. Megumi stirs slightly in your arms, murmuring something in his sleep, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him.

Toji is still on the floor, laughing so hard that he's practically gasping for air. Geto, though struggling to keep a straight face, attempts to offer an explanation. "Yuji, sometimes people use words to describe how much they like something. It's like saying something is really good."

Yuji nods, apparently satisfied with this answer for a moment. "Okay, but why does Suku say Y/N/N is tight?"

Toji's laughter reaches a new crescendo, his face turning red as he clutches his stomach. "Oh, my sides! I can't breathe!"

Geto shakes his head, still chuckling. "Yuji, it's... um, it's a compliment. Like saying someone is really strong."

You bury your face in Megumi's hair, hoping to disappear entirely. "Yuji, maybe we should talk about something else."

Yuji, undeterred, furrows his brow in thought. "But what does it mean when Suku tells Y/N/N to take it all?"

Toji lets out another burst of laughter, slapping his knee as he struggles to regain his breath. "Oh, Yuji, you're killing me!"

Sukuna, who has been remarkably patient throughout this ordeal, finally intervenes. "Yuji, why don't we talk about something different? Like your favourite snacks or games?"

Yuji considers this for a moment, seeming to weigh his options. "Okay, Suku. But one last thing—why does (Y/N/N) sometimes call you daddy?"

"Seizure, seizure, seizure," You chant, looking at the ceiling, hoping that a seizure will take you out of this misery as Toji howls with laughter.

Sukuna moves to stand behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders as you continue to mutter prayers under your breath.

"Maybe don't wish for a seizure?" Sukuna suggests, squeezing your shoulders.

"It seems like the only option right now," You mutter. "A lot less traumatic"

Sukuna's hands tighten on your shoulders as he glances down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and sympathy. "It's not that bad, babe. We'll get through it."

Yuji, still curious, looks up at Sukuna with wide eyes. "So, why does Y/N/N call you daddy?"

Sukuna sighs deeply, rubbing his temples with one hand. "Yuji, it's just a nickname. It's something special between grown-ups."

Toji, recovering from his bout of laughter, wipes away tears. "Oh, this is too good. You two are never going to live this down."

"Do you want to die?" You glare at Toji. 

Toji, still laughing, holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just enjoying the show. No harm done."

Geto smirks, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, you guys are providing top-tier entertainment today."

Sukuna shakes his head, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "Ignore them, babe. Let's get these kids fed."

You nod, lifting a still-drowsy Megumi into your arms as Sukuna takes Yuji's hand. "Alright, let's go get some burgers."

As you all head towards the door, Toji calls out, "Have fun, you guys! And Yuji, keep those questions coming."

Geto chuckles, adding, "Yeah, we need more laughs around here."

Yuji beams, clearly enjoying the attention. "Okay! I'll think of more questions for next time."

You groan inwardly but can't help but smile. "Please don't."

Outside, the sunlight feels warm on your skin, and the chaos of the tattoo parlour fades into the background. Yuji skips ahead, his boundless energy infectious, while Megumi rests his head on your shoulder, his small body relaxing against yours.

Sukuna walks beside you, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. "You okay, baby?"

You nod, leaning into him. "Yeah, just mortified. But I'll survive."

He chuckles, kissing your temple. "You handled it like a champ."

Yuji looks back at you, his eyes wide with excitement. "Are we getting burgers now?"

"Yes, Yuji," Sukuna says with a laugh. "Burgers it is."

You head to a nearby burger joint, a place that's become a place you frequent. The kids immediately perk up at the sight of the colourful play area inside. Yuji practically drags Sukuna to the counter, while you find a booth and settle Megumi down, his eyes already lighting up at the sight of the menu.

Once you're all seated with your food, Yuji starts firing off more questions, thankfully this time about his favourite superheroes and cartoons. The conversation is lively and fun, a stark contrast to the earlier embarrassment.

As the kids dive into their meals, Sukuna leans over, his voice low and filled with affection. "I love you, babe. Thanks for putting up with all of this."

You smile, your heart swelling with love. "I love you too, Kuna. And I wouldn't trade this chaos for anything."

Yuji, overhearing, grins widely. "I love you too, (Y/N/N) and Suku!"

Megumi, with his mouth full of burger, nods. "Love you."

Sukuna laughs, ruffling Yuji's hair and giving Megumi a fond look. "Love you too, brats."

As you all finish your meal, you can't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Despite the embarrassing questions and the chaos that often surrounds your life with Sukuna and the kids, these moments of love and laughter make it all worthwhile. And as you walk out of the burger joint, hand in hand with Sukuna, with Yuji skipping ahead and Megumi drowsily resting on your shoulder, you know that there's no place you'd rather be.

[ask-healthy-light]

Prologue

The night had fallen on the ancient forest, and with it, heavy rainfall that now muddied the nigh forgotten paths created over aeons. Slowly walking through the storm, a single figure, covered by a cloak, tried to keep dry the small note they had received, as it held the names of others they hoped could help them find answers. 

All that the cloaked Stranger could do for now as they shivered through the mud was hold the note close, as well as the hilt of their sword in their hoof, hoping that the path they walked would lead them out of the forest. They still had a long way to go to their current destination, and longer to get to where they did not know.

The tiniest speck of light in the utter darkness was that the weather hid them from the beasts that stalked the forest and any who ventured into it. But although they preferred to avoid a battle, especially right now, they no longer feared any creature, as there were far older and fouler things in the world that they had laid their eyes on, with only their cloak and mane hiding their tales.

To their immense relief, the cloaked Stranger noticed an open area some distance away, and steadily made their way towards it, always watching their every step. The very moment they left the boundaries of the supernatural forest, however, the endless torrent of rain abruptly stopped.

The worn path had caked their hooves in mud and had left them quivering where they stood, so the figure decided to sit down to catch their breath. On a nearby tree stump, the Stranger carefully placed a little pebble on the note before they took off their cloak, revealing a blonde Kirin beneath, while they squeezed as much water out of their mane and cloak as they could.

When they glanced at the Forest, the Kirin just shook their head and sighed deeply before they set off to the nearby town under cover of night and the light of the moon. Fortunately, they could see their destination over the horizon, as the moonlight faintly lit up the spire of the Palace.

It had been a long time since they last visited this town, but their friend had told them that it was the best place to meet the Brothers she spoke of, and they trusted her judgement. Any doubts or worries that were now popping into their mind were ignored, as the note was all the evidence they needed.

When they once again felt a solid road beneath their hooves, the figure let out a great sigh of relief, and quietly encouraged themselves that they were close. On their way towards town, they made sure to check their equipment for any signs of damage, as well as the great book they had brought along.

Luckily, their cloak had shielded everything they carried in their satchel from the rain, save for their mane, which started to feel increasingly cold. Although they could dry themselves in an instant, they put everything in their satchel and quickened their pace to their destination instead. 

At the edge of town, the cloaked Stranger found that the streets were almost entirely empty, save for a few souls who were enjoying the tranquillity. But despite this, and how close they were to their current goal, their exhaustion was making their thoughts louder and unkind, so they harshly shut their eyes, and ran forward.

Not long after this, the Kirin felt the soft dirt road under their hooves change to hard stone, and they opened their eyes a mere moment before they ran headfirst into the doors to the Palace. The only thing the closest inhabitants heard was a loud crash at the entrance.

A moment later, the door was opened by a young Purple Dragon, but when he saw nothing, he briefly thought that some foals had simply knocked on the doors and ran away. Just as he shook his head, however, he noticed the familiar Kirin on the floor, and rushed to their side.

As he helped them to their hooves, and called out to others in the Castle, the Kirin rubbed their snout and politely said: “Ow… thank you very much for helping me up, Spike. It was Spike, right? I think I recognise your voice, but it has been a while…”

With a quiet chuckle, Spike replied: “It has been quite some time, hasn’t it? It’s nice to see you again, Light. I hope your travels went well? You look like you went swimming in a lake before you came by.” 

In response, Light sighed loudly and rolled their eyes, despite the fact that they were still closed, before they softly rubbed Spike on his head with a brief chuckle. Before they could utter another word, however, they heard the galloping of hooves and flapping of wings swiftly approaching them from one of the halls.

The overlapping voices that now filled the hall they stood in confused Light for a moment, until they calmly lifted their hoof to let the two voices know they were all right:

“Thank you, both of you, for your concern, but I’m all right; I only hurt my nose a little bit. My journey here has taken me a terribly long time, though, and I would greatly prefer to just… sit down for a while. Perhaps with a cup of tea, if possible.”

Fortunately, Light’s two friends, whose voices they had dearly missed for far too long, understood their request, and took over guiding Light further into the Castle. Spike, meanwhile, flew to the kitchen to make some tea instead. 

After Light was helped to a couch and sat down, they heard one of the two voices trot off. They then felt a pair of soft paws on their shoulders, and they knew exactly who had stayed with them. The pain in their snout and the exhaustion in their body steadily diminished, until they no longer felt anything, and they let out a great sigh of relief.

As Spike returned with a tray of tea, Light opened their eyes to look at the being who had lifted their fatigue and eased their aching body, and they warmly smiled.

“It’s been far too long… It’s wonderful to see you again, Nox. I missed you dearly, my friend,” Light said in a quivering voice. They only just managed to hold in their tears as they deeply embraced their friend of old.

In the same vein, Nox smiled just as brightly as she pulled Light close and tightly embraced them, but without using all her strength, wholly unlike their first couple of meetings. Fortunately, looking back, both she and Light could laugh at the past, and they were very glad to meet again under far better circumstances.

After they finished their tea and had eaten a few snacks Spike had prepared, Light thought for a moment, then sighed, as they knew they were there for a purpose: “As much as I’d love to catch up with you, Nox, I didn’t come here just for this. Why, after such a long time, have you asked me to visit Ponyville out of nowhere?”

With a quiet sigh in return, Nox replied: “Do you remember the note I sent you? I think your expertise as a Ranger could help two friends of mine who have been relatively unsuccessful in finding certain… artefacts, at least until now. Come on, I’ll lead you to them.”

With a firm nod, Light followed her and Spike through the endless halls they vaguely recalled, wondering whether they could ever tell apart any room from another, until they stopped. Carved into the crystal above the door before them appeared to be a scroll, and they opened it to find a large hall with shelves reaching to the ceiling.

Back on the ground, however, Light saw two beings they had not met before. One wore a cloak, with a pointy hat next to them on the table, and was surrounded by stacks of cups and piles of books of all shapes and sizes, endlessly poring over every page. 

On the other hoof, and the other side of the room, the second being, wearing big goggles and a sheath for an inscribed sword that now carefully leaned against the chair they sat slumped in, had clearly fallen into a deep sleep. Neither a quiet cough nor a loud yell caught the attention of either, though, so the trio walked over to the two to pull them away from the books and out of their sleep.

At the table, Nox first tried patting the back of the robed being to get his attention, but he did not move a muscle. After a moment of thought, she grabbed a couple of sheets of paper, placed these on the pages he was reading as makeshift bookmarks, and closed the books in front of him, which finally made her friend blink and look at her as if he had not rested for days on end.

A small and kind smile grew upon her face as she took a seat next to her exhausted friend, and quietly asked: “How are you feeling, Zooks? When was the last time you slept, or stretched your legs at all? Surely you haven’t forgotten the deal we made?” 

In response, Zooks merely sighed as he looked out the window, and apologised to Nox for not keeping track of time: “I really thought I was onto something while reading this book… No, wait, was it… this one? Or… another one I already set aside? Confound it all…”

At the same time, Light was trying to wake up the other being they had yet to meet, but even when they shook him by his shoulders, Nox’s friend kept snoring loudly. When they turned around to ask the other two for help, though, they accidentally bumped against the sword resting against the chair, which clattered on the ground.

Before they could even bend down to pick it up, however, in the blink of an eye, a claw dashed down to grab the sword by the hilt. By reflex, Light instantly drew their own sword in defence, which loudly clashed with the golden blade a split second later.

The harsh sound of clashing metal echoed through the Library, which hurt the ears of every present being, and stunned them into a pained silence. When the echoes finally died down, Nox and Zooks looked around in a daze, trying to figure out what had caused the sound.

It did not take long for them to notice Light was now laying on their back several hooves away from the chair, while the startled being in the seat looked between the blade in his own claws and the Kirin he had somehow managed to push away with a single strike.

To his relief, Light got up without issue, but just in case, he rushed over to make sure they were all right, apologising profusely for the sudden strike: “I am so, so sorry, I didn’t know what I was doing… Are you hurt at all? Do you need help? Is there anything I can d-”

Unfortunately, his words were interrupted when Light jumped up and moved backwards at the same rate as his approach. From where he now stood, the goggled being noticed Light was breathing heavily, their coat was slowly turning dark, and small wisps of flame flickered to life around their mane as they held their sword pointed towards him.

Since she could never forget the horrifying sight of her friend in such a heated scenario, Nox flew towards her friend of old. Hoping to ease the thoughts of the quivering Kirin sweating profusely in front of her, she tried to soothe them with her calming presence and gentle words:

“Light, please listen. I am here for you, and I promise you that you are safe. He is on your side, just like you are on his. Please give Gad a chance to explain himself, as I am certain he meant you no harm. Surely this is just a misunderstanding, or a mere accident at absolute worst.”

A tear ran down Light’s frozen face when they glanced at Nox, which both soothed and broke her heart as she slowly approached, until she was able to embrace them. As soon as she did, Light took a deep breath, and their mane and coat brightened to reveal their regular self once again.

Although their legs grew weaker as their slow breath quivered, Light discreetly nodded to Nox to let her know they were all right, before they carefully put their sword back in its sheath. With the crisis averted, and her heart only slightly aching from the memory that surfaced again, Nox led the trio back to the table to take a seat, where she made proper introductions:

“Light, these are Gad and Zooks, the Hippogriffin Brothers I mentioned in my note. And Gad, Zooks, this is Healthy Light, a close friend of mine. I hope you three can help each other find what you are all looking for."

(Part one of or a prologue to a collaborative story that the mod behind ask-gadzooks and I are creating! We both very much hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for reading and please consider reblogging if you did, it helps out immensely!)

Featuring:

Nox Lunarwing from @nox-lunarwing

Gad & Zooks from @ask-gadzooks

[darthkote]

Wrecker Headcanons P. 1

When he has the time, space, and proper ingredients, Wrecker loves to be in the kitchen. Instead of destroying something, he gets to create, and he's found that it helps distract him from any stray worries. Of course, for him, the biggest plus is that he has people to share it with and get feedback from. There's nothing this man loves more than his squad, and I imagine him on Pabu constantly going to Shep for advice and then surprising his brothers and Omega with a new recipe. His eyes glimmer watching everyone laugh and dig in. And when compliments are given to the chef, he humbly concedes to each of them.

Is an absolute sucker for a nap. And he can sleep just about anywhere, no matter the noise or perceived comfortability of the space. If the squad is in a meeting that goes on a minute too long, he'll fall asleep sitting up, armor digging into relaxed flesh, snores ramping up in volume until a brother notices and calls to adjourn for all their sakes. He's slept through bombs dropping during the war, so there isn't much that can keep him from sleeping when his body needs it, and the batch has started to take Wrecker falling asleep as a signal they all need some shut-eye.

It's not that he's necessarily afraid of water, it's just that... He doesn't trust himself not to sink and drown. On Kamino, he always made sure to keep away from the edges of the city's platforms, terrified of his weight being tipped and falling into the cold and wild sea. Not only was he relatively untrained in swimming, but the thought of his armor weighing him down even more and dragging him to the depths of the ocean made him shiver in his bunk at night. It's not until they get to Pabu that Omega, completely taken with the water, helps ease him into joining for a swim. For the first several weeks, he prefers to sit on a rock close to shore, and he gets worried about Omega when she's out during high tide. She constantly reassures him she'll be alright, but his eyes never leave her for a moment. Eventually, he starts to realize how much she enjoys the water, dipping below to wet her hair, splashing at Lyana as they both use him as a shield (which he doesn't mind at all, even when a bit of water gets in his eye) and making sure to slather sunscreen oil atop Wrecker's head now and again. At some point, he starts to spend the evenings packing a picnic basket for the next day at the beach, fruit, sandwiches, and cheese galore. It starts to become something he looks forward to, and he thinks his heart nearly explodes at Omega's excitement when she sees him dip his toe in for the first time.

Has experienced a Traumatic Brain Injury, if the scar webbing across the side of his face was any indication. The headaches he gets are unbearable, and the sun on Pabu can make him feel a little irritable at times. When this happens he likes to retreat either to the Marauder or, if he can't find quiet there, beneath the boughs of the weeping maya tree atop the city. The squad knows they all need a moment alone at times, but they make sure to keep an eye out and to be there when he needs them.

Tattoos kinda freak him out. He's a big guy, yes, but that doesn't mean he can't be afraid of a needle pricking him hundreds if not thousands of times in quick succession, for hours on end. He remembers watching Hunter and Crosshair get theirs, neither flinching as the ink was injected into their flesh. (Call him crazy, but they seemed to have been in some sort of silent competition with one another.) Besides, he didn't know what he'd get; plus it would drive him mad to sit still for too long.

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (92)

Part 1- Part 85 / Part 86 / Part 87 / Part 88 / Part 89 / Part 90 / Part 91 /

Created: May 29th, 2025

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Argonauts And Allies-MTK4FUN (ao3) Summary: AU California Gold Rush - Join the Everdeens, Hawthornes, and Mellarks as they search for gold in a mining camp. "The only way my mother would agree to let us spend any time together is if you asked permission to court me," Katniss joked. "It could work," Peeta said. "It might even stop some of the stories going around." A Softer Place to Land-SoThere (ao3) Summary: After giving Katniss some surprising news, Prim disappears from her sister's life. While trying to move on, Katniss receives a phone call that will challenge everything she knows about life and love. A Song of Found Souls-Mollywog (ao3) Summary: He’d been 5 the first time he’d heard it. It wasn’t the usual chirps and chittering but high and clear notes intoning an unmistakable melody. The next bird that passed echoed the song but in a slight variation, taking up the harmony. His father’s grip tightened as he inhaled sharply. His brothers stopped their tussling and craned their necks to see the source of the sound. Even his mother, though her mouth pinched in a frown, stared up at the sky. Peeta scanned the faces of the crowd: Everyone frozen as if under a trance, the entire yard falling silent as the flock of mockingjays passed. The mountains reverberated a final somber echo and the spell was broken. Bonfire on the Bayou -titania522 (ao3) Summary: Written for Yuletide in Panem Christmas Drabble Challenge, Day 1 Finnick and Annie join Katniss and Peeta for a Southern tradition. However, Annie's got a little surprise for Finnick. Boundless As The Plains-MTK4FUN (ao3) Summary: AU 1860 - Nebraska Territory - Peeta Mellark is a goner when Katniss Everdeen gets off the stagecoach at the trading post he and his brother Rye operate. But Katniss leaves before he can say much to her. Will they ever see each other again? A Pioneer!Everlark tale set against the backdrop of the Pony Express. Brighter Than Angels-sohypothetically (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen has a quiet life as a Phys. Ed. teacher. She volunteers to chaperone Fairfield Junior High's ninth grade trip to Washington D.C. and ends up finding an unexpected ally in Home Ec. teacher Peeta Mellark. Will sparks fly between the pair? An Everlark A/U Building the Dream-sohypothetically (ff) Summary: Dr. Aurelius treats Peeta and brings him back to himself at the end of Mockingjay. How does that happen? What role does President Paylor have in making sure Peeta can become whole without Plutarch using him as a piece in a new game? Rated T due to descriptions of Peeta's treatment by the Capitol post Quarter Quell. Burning-swishywillow (ao3) Summary: He doesn't know how it happened, but suddenly it's the night before the Games start and he's restless in his bed, thinking of her. - Alternate Games. but sir, that's my emotional support ghost-songbirdheart (ao3) Summary: this is a collection of drabbles based on a silly little (and yet I hope well executed) concept I'm fond of wherein the ghost of Lucy Gray appears to Peeta during his Capitol captivity and provides him with some psychological shielding and comfort, mostly because I want an excuse to write songs for her to sing, Peeta needs a big sister figure (to be clear, their relationship is exceedingly platonic; her pet names are because she's southern, not because she has a thing for him), and the ghosts of District 12 are my fav; they're in chronological order for now, but as it's a drabble collection, they may not stay that way - enjoy! By Any Other Name-mrsbonniemellark (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta bond over their unique names at Starbucks. Inspired by my own Starbucks adventures with my name.

[randomized-sims24]

This Life I Made (fic for my Astral Family AU)

A soft flutter of wings just behind him caught his attention. Solar glanced over his shoulder, dropping his right wing slightly, just enough to see who had come along to him.

It was merely Sun, glowing and radiant and emanating warmth. Solar shielded himself slightly with his wing, the Astral's brightness mildly agitating his eyes.

"Hey Sun. Do you need something?" Solar turned back to whatever had his attention before, gloved hands moving deftly as he worked on molding a ball of energy.

"Nothing really, just a bit bored. Watching the mortals all day gets old after a while, only so many times I can watch Earth and Monty too as cute as they are. But she doesn't like when I spy on her too often." Sun leaned over his shoulder, Solar muttering as he pulled his goggles down to protect his eyes from the closer shine. "What're you making?"

"I'm not sure really. I got bored and just started working." He showed Sun the little form he was sculpting. It somewhat resembled Moon, with a little shaped head, formed after an earth fruit, a pumpkin, Earth had said they were called.

"Whatever it is it's a little cutie. Are you going to let him live? If you don't keep him here maybe Earth would like a new friend. I think the little thing would like earth...assuming he doesn't have Moon's snark and sassy attitude."

Solar smiled slightly as he formed a little hat from light and placed it on the form, then added some eyes and clothing shapes. "There. Maybe? I'm not sure where he'll stay. But...I want him to find himself out I think."

"He's the first thing I think you've actually made isn't he? What are you gonna name him?"

Solar stared down at the form, vibrating with energy as he placed a small orb of power into its chest, smiling slightly as he pushed his goggles up, gently cradling the small thing like it could break any second with even a slight twitch.

"I like Jack."

"Seems to fit pretty well. Let's take him down somewhere and get him up and about, yeah? Let him know his creator." Sun's wings fluttered and spread before he was taking off to the planet.

Solar's shifted before he was following, the small form cradled to his chest. In almost no time to them they were landing in a clearing, surrounded by flowers for miles all around, the sky already darkening and stars beginning to shine through.

Solar gently placed the form among some tulips, and with a slow circling of his finger, light orange magic flowed from his being into the form. After a few moments, it began to move, the energy and light covering its body falling away and revealing a more detailed outfit, gold star detailing on a long cloak, a star at the end of the hat, patchwork pants and patched overalls.

The form slowly opened its eyes, black and piercing orange with a faint glow in them. He sat up slow and looked around, then down to his hands, flexing his fingers as he seemed to realize he had them. Then he tried to stand, stumbling and wobbly like a newborn deer.

Solar and Sun watched, Sun smiling wide and grabbing onto Solar with a little shake. "Oh my stars, Solar! You did it! You created life! And for your first one it came out so good!"

Solar watched as Jack stumbled and fell, and he instinctively reached out to help him back up. "Easy now, your legs are brand new, but we can help you learn. My name is Solar, and this is my brother Sun. You should be able to talk and understand me. Your name is Jack, do you understand?"

Jack gazed up at the two far taller beings who, even though they were shrunken down to a more human height, still towered over Jack. But he simply smiled and nodded, holding onto Solar's arms for some stability.

"I do. Are you my creator? Or father?"

Sun quietly cooed beside him, and Solar nodded a bit. "I am. And I guess calling me your father isn't that wrong. We'll stay for a while, help you discover some things and introduce you to our sister. Later on you can meet more of your family but they're busy right now."

Jack nodded again and started pulling on Solar, trying to climb up his frame but obviously didn't know how. Sun smiled a bit and picked Jack up, handing him to Solar who immediately put his arms around and under him so he wouldn't fall.

"I'll help you learn everything, Jack. Don't worry. I'm glad I ended up creating you."

"Really?" Jack lay his head against Solar's shoulder, staring up at his creator and occasionally at Sun.

"I am. You're my first creation and you turned out so wonderful already. I can only hope you continue to be wonderful in your life. And before I forget. You have a very strong power inside you, but you likely can't access it yet since you're brand new," Solar said as Jack curiously played with his wings where he could reach.

"What are these?"

"Those are my wings. We all have them, except you. But don't worry, yours will grow in once you start using and improving your powers. My friends and I can help with that as well."

"Ok father. I can't wait to learn everything."

"And I can't wait to teach you everything too."

-end-

[a-amos-9]

The Fall of Moonstones Part 2

Second part! Character's personality was slightly shifted.

Hope you enjoy reader :)

"Maybe , I should of gone to Ruel"

Here you were, huffing and puffing, making your way across the snowing terrain, a layer of thick snow that reach your knees. Having three layers of jackets, 2 gloves, 3 pants, and 3 fuzzy socks with an extra pair of specialized winter boots. And still you were freezing your ass.

To make matters worst, the extra layers made you heavier , and the supplies on you back made it even better.

A miracle if you found a village at this time. The more you traveled to your destination , the fewer you would cross path with. You wouldn't have made it far without the help of the residence. Most of them were happy to help after learning that you were apart of the Brotherhood; they gladly gave you a bed for the night, food , and a few supplies.

The cold burn your nose and every time you took a breath , you could see you're exhale. Your tired limbs needed a break, and you slowly started leaning against a tree. Trying to catch your breath you pulled out your map from your jacket. You were at least a 2 day distance from Evangeline and Dally house.

" Almost there"

You let out a big sigh.

"Almost there"

Think positive thoughts Y/A, think of their kids, their smiling faces after you gift them their long overdue present. Which you totally did not forget their birthdays. Tasting Eva's cooking and just being able to observe Dally's antics.

The free food and warm fireplace.......

Maybe, if you continued without rest, you could make it to their house in 1 day. Standing straight with your hands on your hip, you looked to your horizon. The tall pine trees were covered in snow with more snow and snow on the bushes, rocks, grass, lake,.......

" Yep, not stopping till I reach the house." Taking a deep breath you prepared yourself for the very, very long journey ahead of you.

"One step at a time Y/A.......one step at a time"

(24 hours later)

" WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT FIGHTING IN THE HOUSE!"

"SORRY EVA!" "SORRY MOM!"

"TAKE IT OUTSIDE!"

"BUT EVA!" "BUT MOM!"

Eva let out a big, exhausted sigh. Not only has the snow been heavier this year, forcing the family to stay in house arrest for the past week, and being with not only one but two hungry people who crave battles. Her patience is through the roof. Her pregnancy makes it harder to move, and the constant back pain keeps her from standing too long.

She slowly made her way to the couch, plopping down. She looks over towards the kitchen seeing her husband playing with their kids. Dally and their children wanted to cook her breakfast, but during the process of mixing the pancake batter, a war was created between adding blueberry or chocolate.

Pans were used a shields , pots as helmet , and batter was just everywhere. A splash of batter hit its target against her face. Everyone stopped , holding in their breaths.

Eva gently swipe some of it on her finger, and ate it.

" Batter taste good, could someone pass me a few pancakes?"

In a flash, everyone was fighting to give Eva a plate of pancakes, but the winner was both her children, as Dally was at a disadvantage, having one arm that was holding his spoon launcher of batter.

"Here mama! Pancakes with chocolate" Flopin stated with a smile reaching his eyes.

" We made it with lots of LOVE!!!" Elely joined her brother.

Her plate consisted of disfigured pancakes with chocolate chips sitting decided them. Dally came up and gently added a side of blueberries.

"With Blueberries," he smirked towards their children, as they side-eyed him. He gently cleaned Eva's face with a towel, removing the batter.

She gently smiled at them. Taking a bit of the pancakes and a few chocolate chips with blueberries. Six eyeballs were on her, with excitement. She gently chewed and after swallowing......

"Best pancakes ever!"

"YES!"

"WE DID IT!"

" IT WAS MY BLUEBERRIEE"

"NOOOOO IT WAS THE CHOCOLATE"

"NUH UH"

"YAH AH"

"what's yah ah"

" ITS YES! STAY IN THE FLOW BIG BRO!"

With all the messes in the world, and the constant bickering, she wouldn't trade it for the world.

While Eva continued eating her pancakes and Dally bickering with his kids, a heavy knock caught all of them in surprise.

Eva covered her mouth, finishing her bite, she gently spoke," No one should be traveling at this time."

Making eye contact with Dally, he walked towards the door. Peaking his head out slowly to identify the unknown guest.

His eyes widen as a big hulking figure was at his door, covered in snow , it's face was hidden by a thick scarf.

"Hello?"

"Mmmmm mmuuu mmmmiii"

"......sorry didn't hear you the first time, HELLO!"

The figure reach for it's scarf pulling it off and pushing it's hoodie behind it's face.

" I SAID ! HI DALLY I CAME TO VISIT!"

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"Omg Y/A you gave us a big scare. We don't receive knocks unless it's the postal service"

"or someone looking for a fight"

You could see Dally has been itching for a fight for a while ,a sinister smile was plaster on his face eyeing you. Including two other sets of eyeballs filled with curiosity and a bit of shyness.

" Sorry, I should of sent a postcard to ask you guys. I just.....I really miss you guys"

" No worries Y/A, your family. You're always welcome."

You basked in the warmth of the house , the smell of pancakes, the air filled with life.

"OH! I have something to give to everyone"

"PRESENTS!"

"Calm down, and Y/A, you shouldn't have. "

Smiling, you pulled out the presents. First for Eva. She gently smiled with excitement in her eyes, and inside was a bracelet. Putting the bracelet on, she felt a wave of relief and strength.

"Wow, is it enchanted??"

" Yep, it won't harm the baby, it only creates magic pools in stressed area of the body, giving the user relief"

Standing up, she no longer felt pain in her lower back, her feet were started to unswell. All the heaviness was gone.

" Thank you so much, Y/A, it's been months of struggling with the back pains." Eva gently massaged her lower back, finally being able to stretch with no discomfort.

Next up was for Dally. A small letter.

" Uh, thank you so much Y/A" A force smile was on his face "....is this all, it's so small"

" I know Dally, it doesn't look like a lot on the outside, open it first."

He grumble but followed through, a piece of paper with scriptures was inside.

"Fr--eeeee, Free fiiiiii gu (no) figh-t p-pass, Free Fight Pass.... OMG REALLY! I CAN FIGHT YOU ANYTIME ANYWHERE!?"

"Only one time Dally"

"Hell yea"

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, but there is no backing out no.

"Last but not least, a gifts for both of you kiddos"

Sparkles could be seen in their eyes as you slowly pulled out, books?

"I wasn't sure what books you guys might like so I brought a few genres. We have a book about a brave warrior whose mission is to save a kingdom but has to battle strong foes, an inventor who repairs forgotten things , and if you guys are fans, the journey of the Brotherhood."

"A WARRIOR! I WANT TO READ THAT ONE!" Elely quickly grabbed the book and opened to a random page, "OMG THERE'S DRAWINGS!" The page shows a warrior fighting against a sea monster.

" All the battle scenes have drawing"

" AWESOME!" quickly she jumped next to her mom, flipping through the pages , doing OHs and AH.

"Do I only get to choose one?" A quiet whispered is heard as you face Flopin, his eyes show curiosity.

"You can keep all of them, and if you're interested in more books, I can give you some." You smiled at the child.

He too also quickly grab both books and gently sat next to his sister. Having a quiet smile in his face.

Seeing the whole family happy with their gift made you smile. You were so nervous that the gifts weren't to their liking. But seeing them right now was worth the journey.

And that last-second fight you had with a raccoon last night.

"Well Y/A! As the great ino warrior, I will let you rest today for our great battle tomorrow." Already, Dally was throwing punches in the air. The excitement of being able to be in his natural element of battle was fueling him.

"Won't go easy on you Dally"

He smiled " That's what I am hoping for"

"UH HUH! CAN I ALSO FIGHT AUNT Y/A! " Elely was jumping in her seat with her arm raised, her brother unfazed as he continued reading.

" Depends on what Mom says Elely"

All focus goes on Eva. While everyone was distracted, she was quietly doing lunges in the corner of the room, testing the enchantments of the bracelet. She stopped midway and looked towards the group with a smile.

" I trust your Aunty"

"YES! PLEASE please will you also have a battle with me Aunty Y/A ?"

"Sure Elely"

"YES! Yes yes yes!"

You have a long day tomorrow.

But far into the distance, three figures have spotted the house.

"Awww what a cute family, too bad were going to separate them" a female stated sarcastically.

" Poo, you know the mission. " a tall figure stated.

" Yes, collect the children and the mother." Poo clenched his paws, excitement flowing through his body.

"Elely , Flopin , and Evangeline... those are their names"

"OH, going soft my big handsome lizard? Maybe I should tell Oropo. " the female figure seductively voiced, slightly leaning in his direction with a mischievous look in her eyes.

" It's courtesy Toxine......also" he quietly whispered "both of you, make sure not to harm them"

Both figures watched the third.

" You used to have a relationship with this family, no? This won't affect the mission? " Poo turned his gazed from the house now towards the tall figure. A suspicious look on his face. Wondering if his boss would fuck up the mission, possibly jeopardizing his seat in the new world.

The third figure stared towards the house, seeing the lights reflected outside the windows as smoke emerged from the chimney. His gaze hardened.

"No, it wont."

" That's right, we don't want anyone, not even the right hand of Oropo, to lose sight of our end goal." Toxine gently ran her fingers down his arm.

He quickly grabbed her wrist, and a quick gasp of fear left her. Surprised by his quick reflexes.

" There's a reason why I am his right hand." His gaze slowly turned to hers. Her flight or fight instincts got activated. Her body shook with fear, and she stood still, afraid that any sudden movements would be her end.

"A-Adamai! Let's plan what time we should attack. " Poo attempted to steer the dragon's attention.

Adamai turned away and released the Toxine wrist.

"Around 3 pm, let them have another normal day."

The family sat inside the home, spending their time with their guest. All of them were unaware of tomorrow, the day that their lives would change, and it would start and end at 3pm.

Part 3

[bubybubsters]

Love of My Life part 3 (Azriel x reader)

a/n: Sorry for the big delay, I have no good excuse. Still winging it mostly, hope you enjoy, please don’t murder me.

Part 1 Part 2

Masterlist

⚠️: angst, weapons, death, think that’s it

After you told your friends what happened, Nesta made some very rude remarks that brought a smile to your face and Mor winnowed away, likely to go punch Azriel. But your high lady helped the most, she knelt beside you and said, “I’m sorry y/n but I think Azriel was acting without thinking and didn’t mean to hurt you. Give him some time and he’ll be begging for forgiveness. Make him stew over it, spend the week out here, with us, try to enjoy the present instead of focusing on the past.” Feyre gave you a sad smile and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Mor returned with a bag of your favorite foods and you couldn’t help but notice that her knuckles were very red. You smiled at them, your friends, your family, and you decided yes, you could enjoy a week with them and forget about your troubles.

*****

Azriel's POV

Azriel sat in the chair in front of Rhys and for the billionth time that day he regretted his decisions from the previous night.

What had he done?! Kissing Elain then going and kissing y/n? Then saying those words?

his brothers voice pulled him from his thoughts and he tried to pay attention to his high lord. “I’m giving you the week off,” he raised a hand as Az opened his mouth to speak, “you need it, reflect on your decisions, choose which lady you want and hope they forgive you. Feyre says they’re taking a girls week off so y/n won’t be around but Elain is still here if you wish to talk with her. You fucked up Az, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make it right.”

Suddenly Cassian barged in and started yelling so fast at Azriel, neither him nor Rhys had any idea what Cass was saying.

But what Cassian was saying suddenly didn’t matter as all three illyrians suddenly felt a panicked tug on their mating bonds. Azriel stumbled as y/n’s side of the bond opened and panic, pain, and pure determination flooded his side of the bond.

Rhys grabbed both their hands and winnowed them to the spot Feyre had told him the girls were at. Azriel took in the scene and panic flooded his senses as he vaguely wondered what happened to the wards he knew Mor put up to keep them safe whenever they camped.

*****

Y/N's POV

As you girls hiked back to the camp after a tiring, long hike you talked about many things. Everything but the subject of males, you were really starting to feel better and couldn’t help but smile as Nesta demanded the two of you switch so you were last and she could talk to Gwyn.

Feyre glanced back from the front, a lovely smile on her face as she told Emerie about her time in the human world, but her smile fell and a panicked expression crossed her face as she looked at something behind you.

Everyone glanced back. Everyone saw as a large, hideously colorful creature raised his paw and sliced your left shoulder, right by your heart. You gasped and fell into Nesta’s arms.

A spike of adrenaline rushed through you and you pulled out the dagger strapped to your thigh and stepped forward to engage the beast. You used the skills Rhys had taught you to create an impenetrable shield between you and your family. You looked up at the creature and your first thought was, at least the thing that kills me is as beautiful as me. The beast lunged and you parried, faking a swing then stabbing it in the side. It growled and you sent a bit of your power to distract it as you stabbed again and again. But you didn’t see the tail, it swept around and knocked you into your own barrier. You gasped opening the mating bond, sending panic, pain and your determination to keep your family safe. Feyre pounded on the barrier and you let it down, clutching your side where the beasts tail hit. Your friends swooped in, taking down two other beasts you hadn’t even noticed. Feyre came to your side, trying to heal you, she gave you her blood, but you knew it would work too slowly. She stepped back as Azriel came through, he tugged on the bond, lips moving but you heard none of it.

“I love you Azriel, I always have and always will. Even if you stop I never will. You’re mine and I am yours, I love you.”

Azriel picked you up and winnowed you to the house, but you knew it would be too late. You smiled at his tear streaked face as the darkness swooped in.

*****

Azriel

Azriel heard your words over and over again as Madja looked up at him and shook her head. No. This couldn’t be happening, just as he found his mate, she'd died.

Madja spoke, “im sorry but I can’t save her, there is a poison in her wounds that I have never seen before. I don’t know the way to fix it, and it’s already made its way to her heart.”

Azriel fell to his knees and let out a guttural scream as he pulled on that bond one last time. A soft, gentle pull came back and hope kindled, but the bond was gone. Y/n was gone. His mate was gone.

“I love you too.”

a/n: please don’t kill me. I have no regrets but comments are appreciated

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[deadandwalking]

Hellooo, it's me, coming to yap about my ocs.

Thought I'd start with my most recent one (created literally two days ago)

So I very much hope you know about Venom and Eddie, for the context of Symbiotes and them bonding with humans. But hey quick explaination either way.

Symbiotes are aliens, when not with a human host they're blobs with eyes basicially. They can live inside a human, bonding with them, to support themselves. They can still manifest their goop to aid their human, eg. making a shield to protect them from a fall. They can talk telepathy when not manifesting their head. Fun little guys!

My oc is named Sasha, she's currently 17 and an orphan! Her parents died when she was 9 and she still has nightmares about them, while she's no longer actively grieving them, she still misses them.

She was in the system for 3 years until she was adopted by a lesbian couple. The two of them always wanted children, they originally wanted to wait a bit longer until they had more time, but most of their family members and some friends always pestered them about not being able to have children if they're with another women (along with some insults, yikes). So they finally had enough and decided to just adopt early, both fullfilling their dream of having a kid and shutting those people up. Wonderful right?

Nope, they didn't have a lot of time to spend raising Sasha, especially when one of them got a promotion and was expected to put in more hours than before. Sasha was at that point still grieving and deeply unhappy. She was self isolating and would've been a difficult child for even well experienced parents. Her adoptive mothers tried to help her, sending her to therapy, but when that only helped a bit and with how expensive therapy is, they stopped sending her after a year. And kind of avoided talking about her issues, mostly pretending that everything was fine.

Sasha hated it, she was growing very resentful and avoided them whenever she could, her grades dropped and after a couple more years of stewing inside mostly, she started loitering around in alleys, starting trouble, fires included.

When she turned 16 she started doing odd jobs and jumping from part time jobs, due to her attitude she never held a job for long, but worse yet since the years went well for the couple and they had more time and money now, they decided to adopt another kid. To truly experience parenting how "it should've been".

Sasha resents them even more and while she tries not to hold it against her now little brother she's incredibly jelouse of him. The couple dote on him and treat him very well meanwhile they look as Sasha as an embarassment, a rebelliouse teen that isn't willing to grow out of their "phase".

Sasha has a lot of issues, buried emotions, trauma and crimes she's done (mostly just vandalism, destruction of property and smaller cases of arson). One day when she was smashing bottles with her bat she found something.

An alien, it seemed hurt and she kneeled down to see if it was alright. The symbiote was kinda dying and bonded with Sasha immediately to stop that.

They fought a bit at first, Sasha didn't want to share her body with an alien, though agreed to at least stay bonded untill the symbiote wasn't injured anymore.

They introduced themseves, the symbiote's name is Berry and Sasha very quickly realized how lonely she had been before. Now she had at least someone to talk with whenever she needed to and Berry was surprisingly nice and Sasha liked to teach them about human stuff.

After a week or two Berry said that they'd be fine to leave now, but Sasha made up an excuse for the alien to stay, not wanting to lose what had been their first close 'friend'. For Sasha it was a bit strange to call an alien a friend so quickly, but she grew attached to Berry very quickly and Berry also genuinely cared for her. Something that Sasha thought of as a first for her.

I'ma leave it at here for now, I'm starting to get a headache too so more will come tomorrow, when I hopefully feel better haha.

Here's some drawings of them, the designs are mostly set, though I'm still figuring out colors. -w-

wow this is really cool!! Berry’s really cute :)

and i feel sorry for Sasha :( being the “problem child” is super damaging. i hope she gets a happy ending D:

[psychics4unet]

Hi I would like a free reading please about my dad side of the family. Every time something goes wrong in their life’s they put the blame on us, and they lie a lot and don’t tell the truth and always put the blame on us. Yesterday my parents had a big fight with them because they keep lying about something that my mom did , which she never did, hell we did not even have contact with them for months. They keep lying about everything and making the craziest lies about my parents and they all have each others back, but not even their brothers back. It’s sad and heartbreaking to see my parents always have to deal with their bullshit, and I’m so done about It . I want them to stop interfering in our life’s with their negative energy. It doesn’t matter if my parents keep explaining themselves and telling the truth, because the truth will never come out if they all have each others back and keep lying and don’t have my dads back and not believe him. I’m so tired of this. I want clarity about this situation and what is going to happen and why they keep hurting us and bother us. Is it because of there jealousy? My dad did everything for them, everything! How should we approach this situation without getting hurt and make sure to give them a last lesson and then cut ties completely anymore? How can I make sure the truth will come out so that my parents don’t need to suffer anymore from this family, cause they keep lying and saying the most outrageous things I have ever heard and that we would never do. I don’t want any negative energy in my life and parents life and brothers anymore. What are they doing behind the scenes? I really need to protect my family. Is my family protected from them? Who is protecting us? How can I do that, I keep praying but I feel like this is not enough, this negative energy, there jealousy ruining our life’s. I’m so tired. How do I get justice for my family in this situation? Thank you for your time.

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A twisted serpent shape coils through the sand — a strong symbol of deceit, manipulation, and toxic cycles. This confirms that their actions are rooted in deep jealousy and resentment. They twist truths not because they are right, but because lies give them a false sense of power and control. This is not about truth to them — it is about ego, pride, and fear of your family's light. 🐍💢

A protective shield symbol appears next, surrounded by small stars. This means your prayers are working — your family is spiritually protected. Ancestral spirits, especially on your mother’s side, are watching closely. Every time you call for peace and truth, it creates spiritual resistance to their harm. Your protectors are asking you to stay grounded and stop explaining to people who refuse to hear. They are not blind — they are choosing delusion. 🛡️✨🕊️

Lastly, a flame appears in the sand — not destructive, but bright. This means justice will come, not by revenge, but by walking away with dignity. The “last lesson” will be your silence and separation. Stop feeding their lies with your reactions. Let them burn their own bridges. The truth will not come out through them — it will shine through your peace and the way you live, unaffected by their poison. 🔥🌟

In summary, yes, this is fueled by jealousy and bitterness. But your family is protected — and your guides are urging you to stop explaining, start detaching, and move forward without guilt. That is the justice. Let them talk — they are only echoing into their own empty circle. You, on the other hand, are rising. 💖🕯️🌿

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[vacantgodling]

#28. Fiametta Lanthi

Spring was always your favorite season. There is beauty among sorrow. Your voice, loud and strong, carries the melody of spring to the tops of mountain peaks to the lowest of valleys—your lute in hand and wind at your feet. You came for adventure and found love, and your joy was ever mounting. But like a songbird falls prey to a cat or sudden cold snap, your voice was cut off.

“fiametta” means little fiery one. “lanthi” is a historical name, derived from the city wish of palanthia, which is coincidentally where fiametta and her brother, galen were born.

age at time of death: 26, cis female (she/her), she was buried in her hometown next to her brother so they could pass on to cerullius together. romance: yes, she was in a committed relationship with dion undershield prior to her passing. sex: yes, definitely. preference: masculine.

like her name would suggest, fiametta had long, curly red hair that reached down to the back of her knees, and bright green eyes, the same shade as her brother galen’s. she was about 5’6” and curvaceous, but always had a pep in her step.

one of the few BARDs blessed with the ability to use cantatio, fiametta was quite powerful for one so young. her voice was youthful and enchanting; and she could do things from create illusions, to swaying monsters to fight for her with just a note and a few plucks of her lute. despite this, she always had a great interest in archery, and always begged erik to give her archery lessons.

before her untimely death, fiametta was like the sun shining on a midday afternoon; bright and happy and living her best life. after begging her parents to let her see the world by venturing to guilds, with her brother in tow, fiametta entered the fray ready to experience and see everything the labyrinth had to offer and then some. when she was assigned to the AGoE, she quickly caught the attention and admiration of everyone around her, especially and most importantly, the attention of dion. the two of them had quite the whirlwind romance; she was able to bring him out of his angry shell and mellow him whenever he became frustrated, and she was adored by erik and hoa… but alas. it was her singing that would ultimately bring their downfall: as she sometimes convinced beasts to fight to aid them with her songs, it was only horrible timing and fate that the awakening of the demon king should begin to thrust magic stronger than the cantatio that fiametta could control through the labyrinth. this shockwave turned the current monster on their side against them, and dion was too late to shield her. the monster was able to kill fiametta, galen and hoa before erik and dion were able to bring it down. unfortunately, fiametta was completely mauled, starting with her throat.

in life fiametta was a bright soul and always believed in second, third, fourth—as many times as you needed to get it right—chances. her music was constantly compared to the melodies that perhaps brought the world into being, but she always laughed this off and said she would never be as wonderful as their gracious goddesses. she loved to laugh and was easily amused, finding wonderment in even the most simple of things—you couldn’t help but adore her. she could also be quite stubborn; once she had her mind made up about something, it would be hell or highwater to convince her otherwise.

3 fun facts about them: fia was actually the one to suggest a relationship with dion first; she pursued him quite aggressively, which was a surprise to her brother as she’d had many suitors before back in wish of palanthia, but none of them did it for her like dion lol. her admiration of archery was sparked by stories her mother used to tell her about how the god MIZDARR watches over fields. despite being very musucially gifted, she had no formal training and was actually quite bad at trying to learn music properly.

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

I have been putting this off for a while because I had to research what Pokemon would fit them. Yet, it’s done now.

So, if you saw my Pokémon Cunning Hares Team, then allow me to show you my Sons of Calydon Pokémon Team!

Part 1: Caesar King

I wanted to give Caesar an all-friendship evolution team, but that wouldn’t include some Pokémon that fit her love of her gang and her loyalty to protecting the Outer Ring.

1. Pignite: There was an attempt to give all the members a pig Pokemon because their logo is a boar, but you'll see soon that it didn't happen. Anyway, Pigite is a Fighting Pig, and Caesar is a Physical Agent, so it fits. Now, Caesar was given a Tepig egg on her fifth birthday by Big Daddy because he saw that Caesar needed someone by her side after the loss of her parents and thought a Pokemon was a good companion for her. After Tepig hatched, Caesar began to feel less lonely and started training with her new companion with the help of Billy and his Emboar, who was her Tepig's older brother. After becoming the leader of the Sons of Calydon, Tepig evolved into Pignite to show everyone that Caesar was the leader everyone would hope for. Now, Pignite is currently training even harder so he can evolve into Emboar after Caesar became the new Overlord of the Outer Ring.

2. Sylveon: Cute Pokemon that evolves into a magical girl's best friend through friendship (Caesar loves her shoujo). While training her Tepig and running around the Outer Ring, Caesar and Tepig would one day find an Eevee trying to fight against a gang of Bramblin. Without hesitation, Caesar and Tepig fought to protect the Eevee and won against the Bramblins. Grateful, Eevee followed the two and became part of their family, making sure to help Tepig get stronger while also getting stronger herself. After Lucy joined the team, Eevee evolved into Sylveon the instant Lucy challenged Caesar to give Caesar the edge in beating Lucy. Which she had delivered as Sylveon defeated Lucy and her team, which created a slight rivalry between her and Lucy with Lucy’s team sometimes getting caught in the middle of their rivalry. Currently, Sylveon does her best to keep the peace amongst the biker gangs after Caesar became the Overlord, and is mostly successful as every member of the Sons of Calydon's Pokemon team helps her maintain the peace.

3. Aegislash: It's a Pokemon that has a Sword and Shield, and Caesar has one OP shield. Caesar knew it was a bad idea to go into a Hollow at night just to see if there was a haunted weapon, but she was too curious and needed to see it. Technically, she did find a haunted weapon because after hearing screams from Ethereals, Caesar found a Honedge fighting off a bunch of Ethereals and winning. After the battle Honedge disappeared and Caesar went back to her home hoping no one would know she snuck out, but unfortunately for Caesar, Honedge had followed her out of their own curiosity. Caesar woke up to a scolding from Big Daddy as he asked her why a Honedge was going around their home trying to find her. Caesar could not lie at all about why Honedge was there and begged Big Daddy if she could try to catch the Pokémon since it followed her. Big Daddy allowed Caesar to catch Honedge, but in the pretense that she has to train Honedge to fully evolve into Aegislash before she can even think of becoming the Overlord or she has to release them when it was her time to go against Pompey. Caesar did not want to release Honedge and with the help of the Sons of Calydon, she trained Honedge to evolve into Doublade, and before she got the Sparkstone, Billy gave her a Dusk Stone so Doublade could finally evolve into Aegislash since he knew how much she and her Pokemon care about each other. Once Caesar became Overlord, Aegislash still helps train her to get stronger every day while also protecting their legal business, Leaps and Bounds, from any raiders.

4. Togekiss: It's another Pokémon that evolves with friendship and is a powerhouse with Serene Grace. Caesar obtained her Togekiss when she was an egg. Kasa had given Caesar her egg after Kasa asked them for help when a rival gang was causing trouble in Blazewood in her first year as the new mayor. When the egg hatched into a Togepi, Caesar asked everyone to help her raise and train Togepi, even asking Kasa for help, as Kasa was the original owner of Togepi's egg. It did not take long before Togepi became Togetic as she was given immense love from her family. Because of that love, Togetic learned powerful moves to make Caesar and everyone proud. On the day of the Tour de Inferno, Togetic was given a Shiny Stone from Lucy so she could evolve into Togekiss to become even stronger to protect Caesar after what happened with the Vanquishers. Togekiss still happily flies in the air whenever she helps the Sons of Calydon with Leaps and Bounds, even after Caesar became Overlord.

5. Azumarill: It's another Pokemon that evolves with friendship and is a powerhouse with Huge Power. It's also a bunny Pokemon and she's close to Billy, who's now with the Cunning Hares. After Billy left the team and joined the Cunning Hares, Caesaer made it her point to make the Cunning Hares feel welcome in the Outer Ring whenever they visit as a sign of respect for Billy's new team. After bonding with Nicole and Anby over what they think of Billy, Nicole gave her an egg as a gift, telling her that they're glad they can be friends with someone like Caesar. The egg hatched into Azurill. Like Togekiss, Caesar and everyone, which now included the Cunning Hares, helped raised and trained Azurill and watched her become a Marill in a year. The day before Caesar met the Proxies, Marill evolved into Azumarill and helped protect Eous during the Tour de Inferno. After Caesar became the Overlord, Azumarill helps her make connections with the rest of the Motor League by impressing them with her strength.

6. Cyclizar: If I gave Billy Koraidon, she's getting a Pokemon that is supposedly a descendant of Koraidon. Before Billy left the Sons of Calydon, he and Caesar went on one last Hollow Raid together where they found an unconscious Cyclizar in the Hollow. Without a second thought, Caesar caught the Pokemon to save Cyclizar from getting corrupted and the two left the Hollow. After nursing the Pokemon back to full health, Cyclizar became loyal to Caesar and the Sons of Calydon. On the day Billy was leaving the gang, Caesar asked Billy if he and Koraidon could race against her and Cyclizar. Despite knowing they would lose, Caesar and Cyclizar did their best to catch up to Billy and Koraidon before they waved the two goodbye when New Eridu came into view. After Caesar became the Overlord, Cyclizar still helps the gang with Leaps and Bounds alongside Togekiss, and was even there when Caesar gave Miyabi and Nicole a lift during the Bringer Incident.

Rest of the Sons of Calydon: [Lucy], [Piper], [Burnice], [Lighter], and [Pulchra].