#nobody specified with which siblings

[regular-gnome]

Grown up collector hanging out with their siblings, when?

its long long time post series and shorty before the archive splits

[meowmeowriley]

Well. I am now going crazy over Soap showing the team a picture of him holding a brace of fat, fluffy rabbits on his family's farm. The cuts are so clean there's hardly any blood staining their fur, and he's holding them so proudly, big wide smile on his face. And Ghost has some Feeeeeeeeelings about it does he want to hide from that sharp grin? does he want to be one of those rabbits, limp in Johnny's hand? would Johnny enjoy him as much as them?)

excuse me while i scream

😑 I hate you. I hate you, because I love this. (I don't actually hate you, anon, I could never ❤) I hadn't planned on going anywhere with this buuuuutttt.....

The subject of family came up, as it often does, but being on base and between missions, the men of the 141 could share photos.

Price showed the team pictures of himself as a boy, fishing with his dad. Some of him as an adult, more fishing. They'd all dismissed the boonie hat as being part of his wardrobe simply because he'd been issued it, but he hadn't. His grandfather had been issued the hat, and he'd worn it. And Price's father had worn it. And now him. The Price name had a legacy, stored in that hat.

Gaz shared photos of himself as a teen, his sisters, himself with his girlfriend. She was a shifter, though he didn't specify her species at first. She had gorgeous silky black hair, beautiful bronze skin. He said they'd met in Brazil, where she was from, and he was crazy about her. As he flipped through his camera roll on his phone, selfie after selfie of the two, each was more adorable than the last. She clung to Gaz, hung off him in nearly every picture. In some, her eyes were more black, than others. Sometimes she had black claws instead of fingernails.

"Why won't ye tell us, Gaz?"

"I don't want to have to hate you, mate."

"Tell us, and I'll tell you what I am." Ghost piped up from behind everyone.

Price's eyes went wide. He had no clue, though the other two thought he did. It had been erased from his file before they'd ever met, and he'd been denied any time he'd asked. Soap had nearly begged him, on multiple occasions. Gaz took the bait. "She's a spider shifter."

"What the fuuuuck?" Soap whispered. It earned him a smack from Gaz.

"Fuck off, Soap. Go on then, Ghost."

He smiled beneath his mask. "Well I never said when I'd tell you." He was smug, sue him. It earned him a laugh from Price, a groan from his sergeants. Soap took his turn next.

He had a photo album. Clearly well loved. Spoke of his family fondly. "Ah'm one of six, so there's plenty of picture." He was proud of his large family. Showed off pictures of tired yet happy parents, fields and a little farm house. Picture of his siblings. And then he saw it. A picture of a young man, unmistakably Johnny, even though his eyes were too narrow to see the brilliant blue, his enormous toothy smile gave him away. the young teen held a brace of rabbits, both tied by their rear legs together. Bloody noses the only real sign of their demise, other than the fact that they were held upside down by a kid.

It wasn't really a surprise, Soap had been vocal since the task force had been formed about his love for rabbits, that he'd grown up with meat rabbits, that he loved the taste. His mother had even sent him a care package on multiple occasions with rabbit stew, which he immediately tore into. He'd offer to share with the rest of the team. Nobody noticed that all but Ghost accepted.

Soap's voice was muffled. Ghost barely made out something about it being his first time, and he was proud. One of the rabbits had a light grey pelt. Light grey interspersed with white and black, similar to that of some wild rabbits. It could easily be a smaller version of himself. It could be him. The feeling churning within himself, he couldn't place. He wanted to thump, to warn the others, there's danger here... But... That could be him. And would it really be so bad? If it were Johnny to string him up as such?

The page turned.

Ghost started.

He hadn't realized the others were still talking. He couldn't hear them. How long had it been? It was then he realized he'd gone tharn. Instinct had taken over, and like many of his kin he'd frozen in the face of danger. That had never happened to him before. But then again, the danger had never been so tempting.

As the second youngest of twelve, Simon had known from a young age he was different than his siblings. He was off. He had a screw loose. It was always blamed on his father, he and Tommy having a different one to the rest. But Tommy turned out okay. Simon joined the army. In the army his twisted nature suited their needs just fine.

Soap finished up.

All turned to Ghost.

His hands clenched around the book he had stored in the long pocket of his jumper. It was special. A copy of Watership Down, his favorite book as a child and the thing his mother blamed for his desire to serve, but this one was different. When he'd signed up, his eldest sister had gone to the bookshop and bought this one, then had it rebound with photo slots at the end of it. His favorite story, and his favorite people. It contained photos of his family. His mother, eleven siblings, and numerous niblings. Himself. With so many, it was nearly impossible to take a photo where no one was shifted. And it was actually impossible to get one without at least partial shifts.

He swallowed down the instinct to run, and removed his hands from his pocket.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

All My Scars

The stories behind one of the scars each of the twst cast has SOME ARE WAY ANGSTIER THAN OTHERS OKAY please read the tw and the tags, and like the stuff in brackets under characters names that have them for a heads up...what Specifically their section covers

TW: SH, abuse, Bad Parents (specified in the reading), references to alcoholism, implied SA survivor, and some OOC stuff bc I like making Cater cry sorry PROCEED WITH CAUTION FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, apologies for inconsistencies

IF YOU DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. Here's my masterlist to some fluffier stuff if you still want to check out my writing. Thank you!

I'll be doing a fluffier version of this some other time, like dumbest childhood injuries they had or something, so if this ain't for you, please hold! --------------------------------------------------------------------

"How did you get your scar(s)?"

Heartslaybul

Riddle The question caught him off guard. He glanced down at his hand where your thumb ran over the small indentations on the skin between his thumb and pointer finger, a small smile kicking up the corner of his mouth.

"That was Che'nya. When we were kids." You looked at him, your silence prompting him to continue.

He smiled a little more, gently pulling his hand from yours to look at the scars left there, laughing softly, though a bit pained.

"I wasn't prepared to receive very much physical affection, but Che'nya couldn't really help himself. He said if hugs were off the table, he just wanted to nibble." He chuckles softly "Of course he didn't give me much of a warning, though Trey tried to stop him before he bit me. It was a shock at the time, but both of them explained it was an expression of affection...I confirmed it later on in an article on the behaviours of beastmen. Trey was used to getting bites from Che'nya, but usually with less pent up energy. Nonetheless, he helped me take care of it before I had to return home."

His brow furrowed a bit as he sighed.

"Of course, my mother noticed eventually, the divots on my hand. It was the first and only time I ever outright lied to her - lies of omission aside. I know she didn't believe me when I told her it was just me being clumsy with my pencil, but I suppose it was a tender mercy she didn't have time to deal with me that day." He looked at the divots a little longer, a particular softness in his expression.

"They're the only scars I have. I find it rather ironic that the only imperfection I carry in my mother's eyes...is the lasting impression that there is at least one person who cares for me more than she has ever been capable of."

His smile was sad, but he tried to keep things light as he looked at you. "That is not an invitation to try and bite me as well. I know full well you care for me...because you've helped the scars nobody can see, fade."

Trey

"Which ones?" He chuckles softly, pausing his kneading as he held out his arms for you to look over the various marks he had, before he pointed at one, taking matters into his own hand. "My youngest brother likes this one for some reason. He thinks the texture is different and kinda just rubs my arm when he's calming himself down."

He turned his arm so his elbow was pointing out a little bit so he could look at his forearm, pointing to a bigger scar. "This was a burn from bumping against the edge of the oven while trying to take out a tray of cookies in a rush."

He turned his arm yet again, showing off another one. "This one was from me trying to reheat baked potato leftovers. I put butter on it and threw it in the microwave, but I almost dropped the bowl when I took it out and had the bright idea to try and catch it. Splashed hot butter up my arm." He chuckled again, using his shoulder to bump up his glasses. "I have a few from Che'nya as well. Some from my siblings. Some from baking. But they make for good stories should I ever need something to share."

Cater (Heads up for the abusive parent HC's regarding using kids for media Clout) <- you can read by clicking the link

He looks startled, like he's just seen a ghost before trying to laugh it off.

"I uh...oooh sevens don't tell me you saw me eat dirt like two days ago while I was skateboarding! I swear normally I'm better than that, I just- I didn't scar, just a scrape and nothing more, swear! It's sweet you're concerned though."

You gave him a bit of a sad look, before sighing, looking away awkwardly, knowing there was no...delicate way to tell him what you wanted to.

"Look, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but the last time I was babysitting Cheka I...saw what he was watching on his tablet and um...well I unsubscribed him from the channel but there were some videos on there that-"

"Stop."

Cater was hugging himself, balled up as tightly as he could get on the opposite side of the couch, his hair shrouding his face somewhat. He was taking shallow, rapid breaths, and while you wanted nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, you didn't think he would respond well to touch at the moment.

"How much did you see?" His voice was as demanding as he could get it from inside of his little shell.

You cleared your throat a bit. "I didn't go digging into any of the videos, won't watch any if you don't want me to...it was just some of the thumbnails that...worried me that you...might have more than emotional scars to work through..."

You moved slowly to kneel on the floor next to Cater, offering your hand should he want to take it. "I'm sorry, there were better ways for me t-"

"You're right." He sobbed softly, looking out at you, nothing but pain on his face as he tried to hold in another sob, taking your hand in his, and moving it to gently run over his outer forearm.

"I c-cover them up um...a-all the time, it's second nature now but.." he takes a few moments to try and catch his breath.

"These ones were all from the same damned prank video...mom..covered the floor in dish soap in the kitchen...I was like...four, I still loved cookies, so when she said there were some, I came running in...slid and crashed into the oven...."

He sniffled and rubbed at his eyes with his free arm. "I remember watching the doctor pluck glass out from me and my mom was outside the room....just...yelling at my dad..."

He waved his hand over his forearm, letting the faded scars come to light beneath his concealer, trusting you to keep this a secret. His eyes still held unshed tears as he looked away from his arms, and from you.

"And the worst part? That video went viral. People thought it was funny. So of course mom went and did more and more prank videos, even if some people made it popular for the wrong reasons, there was still attention and validation there for her efforts, so it didn't matter. If I was crying, it was cute for me to...fuss, because I was- am the youngest, and nothing I felt really mattered. It was- I just-....I like being who I am now...most of the time...because nobody...nobody sees beyond what I want them to see...er...most people now I guess..." He gave you a bit of a bashful smile, clearly upset and conflicted still, before his face fell again and he gently tugged his hand from yours.

"Just give me a few minutes and everything will be okay again. Promise."

Deuce (with the HC he's deaf/HoH)

He kinda just sighed deeply at your question, shooting you a bit of an unimpressed look.

"I mean you could take a guess where I got most of'm and probably hit the nail on the head." He huffed, rubbing the back of his neck a bit, his eyes drifting to the side awkwardly as he wracked his brain for a scar story that wouldn't dredge up memories he'd rather forget.

"I mean the scar story my mom tells her coworkers about..." He cringes a tiny bit at the idea of relaying the story the same way his mother does, but sighed anyways.

"I was young, like really young, maybe two or three. It was before I was used to my hearing aids, so I didn't have them in at the time. She had just turned a little to greet one of our neighbours who had come out to say hello, only to hear ungodly squawking, followed by giggles...I didn't know the bird I'd managed to grab was giving me a heads up it didn't like being grabbed, besides it's struggling...long story short, it bit me pretty good." He blushed a bit and pointed to a relatively small scar on his cheek. "I don't even know what kind of bird it was. I just know what happened because it was something my mom talked about a lot."

Ace (TW for alcoholic father/abuse/manipulation)

"Mmh?" he sounded rather uninterested. It was a fair question, given the amount of time the two of you hung out, it wasn't like you wouldn't notice the jagged scar on his neck to his collarbone.

He shrugged, trying to play off how uncomfortable the memory was. "Just somethin' that happened when I was a kid."

Your unspoken questions bothered him more than he thought they would, rocking to sit up properly and look at you a little pissy.

"Look, I'm over it, so I'll tell you but I don't want a damn reaction or pity, okay? I was nine, my brother had just gotten his admission letter into NRC, and my dad was drunk off his ass. Threatened my brother with the cost of my life if he quit his job and stopped being his beer fund- not that it was much of a threat, it was a glass bottle or some shit he'd shattered and held to my neck. That was the night my brother made arrangements for me to live with his friends families so he could still come here without making me walk on eggshells around my dad. He still won't tell me if he kept paying the bastard's beer money or not, but my dad's in rehab now, and I don't ever gotta go back to him by myself again. I can just visit my brother now he's got his own place, even if he's got a roommate. So now you know." He got up from the couch, shaking out his hands a bit.

"Now, I'm gonna make some breakfast and I'm using your materials. Ain't no way I'm trekking back to Heartslaybul just for breakfast."

Savanaclaw

Leona

"Don't remember" He stretched on his bed, yawning. "Same shit I told Ruggie. It doesn't affect me now, so what's the point in remembering it? Can't hold on to every dusty memory."

"Aren't scars a symbol of nobility to those from Sunset Savannah?"

You could practically feel the discomfort rolling off of Leona in waves as he turned his back to you more.

"....yeah, they can be..." he sighed, feeling the weight of your next question mounting. "Just chalk it up to some stupid royal tradition that should have been abolished years ago. You don't have to believe it, but I'm done talking now."

Ruggie (Hyena Hierarchy shit ig?)

"Eh?" His ears flick playfully as he snickers. "They ain't a big deal. Growin' up some of the girls would play a little rough, 'nd now I mainly take care of the rugrats they like to chew and bite on anything they can get their little teeth into, not limited to ears and tail."

His ear flicks again and he holds his hands out. "And I mean, my hands ain't scarred but I don't have fingerprints cuz my grandma taught me how to do the hot food flip, you know what I mean." He snickers. "But y'know, just cuz they don't hurt anymore, doesn't mean I won't take a little extra cuddles or pets if you're gonna offer."

Jack

He scratched the back of his head a bit. "You noticed it??" He seemed a little awkward, and now that the fact had fully settled that the only scar he had was the small one on his upper lip, you could kind of understand why.

You nod a bit and he sighs, his hand dropping from behind his head and looking off to the side, a little bit embarrassed.

"It was a frog." He cringed a bit at his wording and at the eyes he felt from you, and he knew you were trying to hold back laughter.

"I- my bigger cousin was showing me a frog he caught and it jumped on my face. I didn't have full awareness of ah...my capabilities and...where my claws were in relation to my face... ended up hurting myself in the process of getting it off of me. I don't remember much else after that....just that I don't...love frogs..." He admitted a little shyly, tail tucked slightly, and clearly embarrassed.

Octavinelle

Azul

He looks at you rather unimpressed, then gestures to the tweels.

"They think I'm a chew toy. They would be the reason for any and ALL of my scars, as I've never been in any other danger where scarring would be an issue."

Jade

The question seems to hit him harder than you expected. Jade was normally hard to read, but his discomfort was apparent with your question. He gave you a practiced, but strained smile.

"The story behind my scars are not something I share willingly with anyone. I will be taking my leave." (but you can read the story here >:D)

Floyd (partial nudity?? but it's just Floyd showing off the scars he has all along his legs enthusiastically)

"Aha! I got a whole buncha scars shrimpy, which ones are ya curious 'bout?" He flopped down next to to you, and took his shirt off, showing off scars on his back.

"Oh didya see the ones on my legs durin' basketball practice?" He tried to pull up his school uniform pant leg, to no avail. He huffed and just slid his pants off, leaving him in his boxers as he showed off the scars all along his legs.

He beamed "It's a helluva lot harder t'see em when I'm in my mer form, blend right in with my scales, but my human body?? I look sick!! And there ain't too many humans who can boast 'bout havin' scars from a shark attack or a tussle with a barracuda! I got a whole buncha stories I could tellya if ya think you can stomach'em-" He snickers.

Scarabia

Kalim

"Ahah....I..I've got a scar?? Where?" For some reason he seemed a little panicked, looking over his arms anxiously. "No, no I shouldn't have any scars I um- I- just-"

His behaviour made you a little worried, so you moved to take his hands in yours, trying to steady him, but he pulled away from you, looking at you rather frantically.

"Just tell me where! I....I can- I'm alright, promise, but I don't have any scars!"

I'm realizing I have an obsession, here's another story

Jamil

"I mean I have a few minor scars on my hands from when I first started learning to cook." You watched his practiced movements as he chopped vegetables at a quick pace, sliding them off the cutting board as necessary to make more room for himself.

"Though I suppose with how intently you watch me work it's not a stretch to assume you noticed them." He gives you a bit of a knowing smirk, before pausing for a moment, and flexing his wrist to show a small scar on the back of his hand.

"That one was from taking care of Najma. She was just learning how to walk and wandered out of my fathers sight. My mother was taking care of something inside the palace, so as soon as I noticed she wasn't toddling around us, my father and I began searching for her. She ended up somehow getting herself wedged between....seven, I can't even remember. I remember putting both hands in, and pulling one one out with a cockroach on it, and the other struggling to pull Najma out until my dad was able to assist." He shook his head and sighed. "I cut myself on the wood around her, needed a couple stitches after....but she was all good, save for a mouthful of sand she had stuffed into her mouth." he chuckled softly.

"But if I have any other scars...you'll have to wait longer for those stories."

Pomefiore

Vil (SA Survivor vaguely implied)

"I do not know what you are referring to potato. I don't have so much as single blemish on my skin."

You met his eyes in the mirror, a silent questioning match ensuing between the two of you. You broke eye contact first, leaving him satisfied as he took a deep breath.

"There is nothing inherently wrong with scars. But the ones I have don't deserve any more thought, the person who inflicted them are no longer a part of my life, and never will be again. It's been over seven years, I know that there isn't a cell on me that has not been replaced by a new one."

He met your eyes back in the mirror. "Never bring this topic up again, unless you require assistance with your own scars."

Rook

"Hm? I've taken great care to cover them all up, mon trickster. Since coming to Pomefiore and being under Vil's supervision, most of my scars have faded to a point they are barely identifiable." He smiled softly at you.

"Though if you've noticed one or two, I assure you the story is lackluster." Despite his casual appearance, Rook seemed to be on..even higher alert than usual, as in you could actually pick up on the tension coming off of him. Despite this, your curiousity got the better of you.

"How can they be lackluster? Aren't most of them from archery or animals?"

Rook met your eyes with a rather cold expression, and regardless of stature, made it feel like he was looking down on you.

"No."

His glare lasted a beat longer, before he beamed, "Ah, it's best I get going. I bid you good day."

Epel (got top surgery over the summer)

"WHATCHYA MEAN HOW'D I GET MA SCARS?!" He has a wide grin on his face, hiking his shirt up.

"I AIN'T GOT NO TITS NO MORE!" He sets his shirt back down, a shit-eating smile on his face. "It was about damn time y'know! Lookit how flat ma ches- look at the scars!! Ain't they cool lookin?? Make me look MANLY an' strong, earlier Sebek done asked who I fought nd I just told'm it was my femin-feminini-.....it ain't funny now, but his face sure was!"

Ignihyde

Idia (TW for SH scars)

The ends of his hair went almost clear, and he looked rather deflated. "....cats. Stray cats. Used to pick them up without trying to bribe them first..." he mumbled, pulling at his sleeve a little more to try and cover them up, before trying to flash you a smile, though he was clearly uncomfortable and upset, so it only lasted a moment before he turned completely away from you.

The silence was heavy between the two of you, knowing the truth was more than the consequences of an angry cat.

He hugged himself more, still away from you.

"I don't do it anymore...Ortho is here now..to ah...remind me to do better...even if he doesn't know about it, his presence is enough."

Ortho

"Scar??" He tilted his head and giggled a little bit. "I don't really get those. When I get scratches Idia helps me buff them out. Why, do you see one?"

He ran a diagnostics test, trying to answer his own question, but came up empty, now trying to look over himself manually for any sort of disfiguration, only to look at you more confused and a little amused.

"What are you talking about?"

Diasomnia

Malleus

He had to hide a slight pout at your question. "Fae do not scar, not easily..."

He could see the way your eyes shifted between his face and his ear, before he sighed. "However...when I was much younger, I was prone to fits of anger, often scaring and sometimes harming the guards that were too slow to react around me." A tiny smile started to form as he thought about it more.

"Besides the initial pain when his weapon brushed past me, the guards face of terror was enough to make me giggle, despite the blood that dripped from the tiny incision." His hand came up to gently hold his ear between two of his fingers, rubbing over the small scar along the edge of it.

"I told him if he agreed to play with me I wouldn't tell my grandmother what he'd done. In a way, he was one of my first friends..but the news inevitably made it's way through the chain of command, and he was soon replaced by another heartless, soulless guard...they were all like that you know....so afraid of me, as a Draconia, to even extend the hand of friendship to a child."

Lilia

"Kheeheehee I've not got a single one, not anymore! I've had more than enough time for all the memories of my glory days fade like the scars that would have told the stories. Besides, having any visible scars would put a damper on my absolutely adorable face!" He batted his eyelashes, resting his cheeks on the 'v' shape his hands made.

Silver

"How did I get my scars?" He repeated, then looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't have many...ah." He pulled his pant leg up gently and revealed a somewhat...suspicious looking scar on his calf.

"When I was younger, Sebek's yelling wasn't always enough to wake me up. He got fed up and bit me. He was successful in waking me up, so I have a few other scars similar to that one from when we were kids, but when he was about ten he had to stop. It was too much and he had poor control over his bite force."

He touched the side of his face pensively. "Though I was outside a lot as a child too. I'm sure I've got more scars and marks than I've cared to count. But Fa- Lilia was always attentive during our sparing sessions, so I've never received a scar from a blade."

Sebek

He huffed, an annoyed sounding bellow leaving him as he crossed his arms and turned his face away from you.

"I have not had the opportunity to receive a scar but-"

"The opportunity?"

His face flushed a bit, and he looked a little grumpy, "SILENCE, do not interrupt me human. Of course you wouldn't understand! My grandfather has battle scars still, they're a symbol of his bravery and valiance in Briar Valley! If I should ever have the OPPORTUNITY to receive a scar by blade, I would like to have one that matches his."

Extra

Che'nya

"Eh?? Well why'dya wanna knyow?" He chuckles, sitting crisscross against nothing, upside down in front of you.

"I was just curious- you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

He just giggles more, wiping one hand over half his face, evidently using magic to get rid of concealer on that side of his face.

"It's nyat a big deal, all I've got are acne scars and the result of me just pickin' at myah skin." He grinned, pouting playfully and making a peace sign. "'m still absolutely adorrrrrrrrrrrrable though, makeup just is more tolerable than putting lotion on and reminds me not to pick at it." He purred through his own compliment, before using his hand to use magic and put the concealer back on.

Jack Hearts-Trappola (same TW as Ace, only it's implied here, not outright)

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Don't ask Ace that question, kay? It'll put'm in a funk for the rest of the day even if he denies it." He moved to pour himself a glass off coffee, aware you were still waiting for an answer. He took a sip before looking back to you, and answering best he could.

"The scars I have were mostly caused by glass. Once I got into the entertainment industry, I took up soldering and welding so I've got a few pretty bad burns myself from slag or poor PPE, but I had fun doin' it. So no harm no foul." He grinned, the same wide, shit-eating grin that matched his younger brother's expression so closely, it was uncanny.

Falena

His laugh filled the room, boisterous and light. "Ah, you noticed them?" He had all sorts of scars along his arms, in sets of two or three, headed in the same direction.

"Thank you. Here, scars are a testament to one's nobility, strength and perseverance. I received many from Leona when we used to spar, he was always quick on his feet and caught me off guard many times." He chuckled again. "I was never the best at fighting, but it was an important skill to develop should I ever need to defend my son...and if my wife isn't around to exact her fury." His wife gave him a light, playful shove, making him laugh in response as well.

Najma

"Okay if I tell you, you can't tell Jamil or my parents okay?? Don't go snitching me out." She pulled you up to her room, and to her window, sliding it open to a palm tree just outside.

She pointed down at a ridge on the tree, and then pulled up the cuff of her pants and pointed to a scar from the middle of her calf up to her knee. "That fucking tree bit me when I was just trying to go meet up with some of my girls. Do you know how quiet I had to be so my mom and dad didn't catch on??"

Neige (HC he uses mobility aids (forearm crutches + wheelchair when necessary) when not in public eye)

He laughed softly, settling back into his wheelchair and pulling his leg up across the other one, pointing to a small scar over the front of his ankle.

"I got it when I was really young. I was trying to run away from someone who was chasing me, I don't remember if it was tag or not, but probably! I ended up getting a deeper cut than I thought I did when I tripped over one of those concrete barriers they use for cars. It was already falling apart, so the I guess it was moreso the mix inside the concrete that got me?? I don't remember. I do remember getting ice cream after though." He giggled. "I think I was on my way to a photoshoot. I'll have to see if Vil remembers."

Rollo (vague religious themes, SH, never ask me to write for this man again)

He had a band around his wrist, as if he had a bracelet that had turned into one massive scar. It wasn't entirely unreasonable for you to ask, and now that you knew of his brother, there was no reason to really keep it to himself now.

He sighed, holding his wrist out to you rather disdainfully.

"It's a reminder. Every time I look at it, I can imagine the pain my dear brother was in as fire and magic consumed him. I burnt myself for weeks in the same place so as to remind myself repeatedly what my failure has caused. It serves as a reminder what hell will feel like should I never repent of my sins, or fail in correcting the path so many have fallen to. Magic is no god of mine. I will not let it dictate when life is lost or gained. Not in my life. Not in anyone's if things were to go my way...but I'll show them the right way eventually."

His eyes slid over to you.

"You agree, don't you? You'll walk down the righteous path with me and preach the truth to everyone until they join us too."

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Free me from my mental prison dear god why do I do this to myself at the worst times of day/night.

[thegoldenappleofdiscord]

hit me with your best will solace hcs please, i can take it

will solace headcanons or something

gonna be real honest i forgot half of my headcanons and i'll probably remember them the minute i post this but:

healing and hymns: i don't think the healing process in chb is specified beyond "ambrosia and nectar," but i think a combination of powerful voice (stentorian) + correct hymn + natural talent = higher chances of healing success; i don't think will has a voice that's very pleasant to listen to. i think he can carry a tune, sure, but he isn't someone you want to listen to for extended periods of time. the thing i think makes him such a good healer is his strong voice - he's able to keep singing at a steady pace with consistency. he can heal his siblings of small bruises and paper cuts through a single song, but you won't catch him leading a campfire. [i thought way too long about how hymns work in the infirmary for my fic jdsjgfdg]

texan will: i've seen a lot of headcanons revolving around texan will that have always been a little odd to me, seeing as i'm texan and half of these hcs are just blatant stereotypes lmao. i think i even once saw someone say that because he's from the south he can't be a vegetarian, which is pretty absurd (coming as someone who fasts.) honestly the only one for this i can think of is that he uses "ya'll" constantly. also occasionally indulges in fried food, because fried chicken slaps (none of that fried oreo/snickers bs. miss me with that will would NOT go near that stuff.)

assorted appearance headcanons:

he has freckles all over him! apparently he doesn't have them canonically and we all just. collectively decided that he did, and i love that.

likes pockets. anything with pockets. also, flip flops, crocs, basically any open-toed shoes. sometimes he'll just go barefoot, because why not. i also think he wears a lot of bracelets - things made by his younger siblings (some alive, some not.) they're his version of camp beads.

from here i give up on categorizing my hcs:

gets more irritated during winter/fall months

tea person

the type of person to belt out songs when he thinks nobody is watching

is actually rather chill during shadow travel, and doesn't get nauseated because he's done it with nico so often

lets the cocoa puffs hitch a ride on him whenever he's in the infirmary, and always has to explain who they are to new patients.

doesn't curse often but when he does it's a storm

friends with drew because i said so and also because i think he, jake, and drew have "i became a camp counselor too early" solidarity. i think they all became friends post tlo and have maintained a tentative relationship since! those cabins have each other's backs.

big spoon

wants to get more tattoos (maybe a tattoo sleeve?)

doesn't want to become a doctor, but rather a vet, or maybe a teacher. reasoning being that he'll have to relearn everything, but also that he'll have to deal with the loss of his patients again, this time knowing he couldn't heal them magically because he's relying on modern medicine. plus, he would have to spend a long time away from his siblings, and seeing as how he's a year rounder, i don't think that would bode well for him.

really really likes planning events - especially birthday parties

wants to travel the world, but is also afraid to leave everything behind

was once afraid of growing up, and still sort of is. doesn't think much of his birthday, because he used to celebrate it with his mother, and he didn't really get a chance to start celebrating with his siblings before being thrown into war

terrible dancer, even though his boyfriend is really good at it

loves to garden! there's a garden for the infirmary where he gathers ingredients for salves and poultices, but he also just loves the scent of flowers. he likes to care and nurture things, and plants are something he pours a lot of energy into. he and nico also go strawberry picking a lot.

fast fast fast runner

post tsats: persephone will occasionally call him using an angel trumpet flower (this is like. a very specific vision but search up one of those flowers and imagine holding it up to your ear like a telephone:)

anyway she calls him on one of these bad boys and asks how he's doing. they have long chats about flowers and sometimes him and nico are invited for picnics in the underworld.

him and nico have a travel bucket list

he has possibly the worst handwriting ever. absolutely terrible

is pretty bad at using technology, but still has to pretend like he knows how to use it when he's helping nico navigate the internet.

aand that's all i remember for now!

[cathchicken]

Ok so after a bit of me actually taking time to think about the collectors situation this is my sort of realized opinion: (warning: it is very long)

As I saw someone else state, the collector was previously imprisoned for like hundreds of years on the isles. Probably not a nice memory to have. Although, it was pretty much only with you know who, so it’s not like he’s gotten sick of or holds a feeling to flee the entire demon realm itself. But I dont feel bad if he wants some space (haha)

Aside from his siblings, there wasn’t really a specified thing for him to dislike the stars in any way. If anything he felt more comfortable there. he probably misses it a little bit, given the starry aesthetic of the archives and stuff. NOW don’t take this as me saying he is better off there. If anything, I am still a little nervous about the whole situation. The ambiguity of “the stars”, while I like in a petty fashion, doesn’t give much confirmation on what he’s actually dealing with. It is something familiar at least, but we don’t even know if it’s literally space or just another realm (parallel to the demon realm or human realm). If I had to hope of anything though, that if they meet their siblings, he beats them to a pulp. Fuck them. I don’t think he’d get tricked by them again, since he’s clearly figured out their shit even before season 3. Overall, I wish they elaborated on the realm before having him just whizz off there at the end. It could be good or bad, but in the end we do sort of have a reason to feel “wait wtf come back” and “where are you going??” In a way.

NOW the other thing! That people who are angry about this situation are bringing up (and that I mainly agree with). Which is the whole “found family” message of the show, and also the “nobody argued” line. Now, thinking about it from the shoes of Luz/Eda: powerful being who sort of just brainwashed (? Idk what to call the puppet situation. Controlled..? Eh, you know what I mean) a shit ton of people and doesn’t seem to care about their well being. Face-value. BUT!! (Big but) They also see that this being is a child that genuinely does want normal things like love and truth, but doesn’t understand concepts like death and friendship. They see a kid that is really upset, but trying their best to make others perceive themselves as “approachable” and/or worthy of their time (oof). Overall, trying his very best. Luz specifically sees all of this, and even makes an effort to congratulate the Collector when he attempts to take what she said into heart. He IS perfectly capable of expressing himself in a healthy way, he really just needs a proper parental figure to help him out. (Stares aggressively at Camila until she burns up). He’s not “uncontrollable”, he’s just lived the past few years with a crusty old puritan and has essentially learned the exact opposite of what he’s trying to accomplish.

Then, we get to the scene where the “nobody argued” line hits. Oog. I can understand that they think he should take time to himself after all of… that. And they probably respect his choice to mature too. ALTHOUGH. Like, after everything I’ve previously pointed out… wouldn’t any of them be a t i n y bit concerned about him going off all alone again? His whole ordeal these years has him being afraid of being alone!! He is ofc welcomed to the owl house, and can return whenever he likes, but, just like us, we don’t know crap about the star realm. The only things they know is that out there, he has shit siblings that fucked him up. Wouldn’t at least some of them be concerned? I do have a feeling he is going to be fine (we “sort” of see him in the credits so he’s alive which is to be expected). But still, in that moment, it would be weird that “no one argued”. All I would have wanted was someone to say “but will you be ok alone?” And then saying “oh yeah! I like it there, I know how to get around/ I have people there that I am cool with 👍” and then that. Like a little thing… idk. I do like that idea that after a few days he comes back because he realizes “actually I am mentally 9 (and possibly autistic) I don’t know how to figure out social cues on my own.” Like again there could be star people who are cool and will fill that place, but that’s only speculation. This whole time they were building up the idea that he shouldn’t be alone and needs others to figure stuff out! Because he was with Luz, only for a little bit, he absorbed the idea that giving kindness, when it’s deserved, is a better way to make friends than forcing people. And because he was with Luz, he learned (the hard way) how scary and forever death really is. Then in that ending scene with him, he just… figures he will be cool without them for a bit, and they agree too. (?) rehghfjk. This wasn’t a totally terrible decision, but the ambiguity of it just!! Makes it reasonably to feel ok with. How long will he be gone at a time? Are there other people he will be with? We aren’t exactly given an answer. We get allusions, but that’s it.

I am at least glad that King, of all people, would tell them that he wishes the collector would come back soon. (Was that another way of them saying he would come back sooner than later? It’s not confirmed so idk) I like this because, well, King was essentially the person that the Collector was closest to. (Besides Belos but he was the exact opposite on the spectrum of cool people to hang out with) King, as a kid himself, would relate most to him. He says that himself in FTF. He is understandably pissed at the whole puppet thing, but he understands that “I should address this but also acknowledge he doesn’t know better to an extent”. King would want to treat the Collector as he would himself, and how he knows how important having a family, whether it is blood or found, is important to oneself. King wouldn’t be half the character he is nowadays if it wasn’t for Eda and Luz to accompany him. When he told the collector “I hope to see you again” that makes sense; he knows that the collector would benefit from having people like how he did, and it would be beneficial, regardless if the collector does get proper parental figures in the star realm, if he would see them often. And ofc, he would probably genuinely want to hang out with them as well. He was glad to be their friend, to an extent. He was never totally unhappy about his situation in FTF. Also, him giving the Collector Francois at the end was really cute. Just in case he needs a buddy until he gets there. As far as we know, the collector needs Francois more than King does. And I think King knows that.

Ok so I think that’s it for my thoughts. If I suddenly remember something I will add it in. I’m not saying that I’m right or wrong, this is just how I genuinely feel. Feel free to comment your own opinions!! I am open to have my mind changed. In the end, I guess I just want the best for my little blorbo. Can you blame me…??

[islandofsages]

the wind brings us home.

summary: in which you two pay a visit to weinlesefest.

characters: collei, thoma and zhongli x gn!reader (separate)

tags: platonic for collei, relationship not specified for thoma and zhongli, amber is mentioned (collei), ayato is mentioned (thoma) venti is mentioned (zhongli), reader knows zhongli's and venti's true identities, canon compliant, fluff, hc format

warnings: spoilers for the first part of the ballads and brews event i guess?? just a term used in the story really

author's notes: happy october everyone :D i finally caught up to genshin lmao so here’s something to celebrate. i might make a part 2 with other non-mondstatd characters?? there are a bunch of them that have smth to do with mondstadt tbh. but anyway enjoy!

FEM/FEM-ALIGNED DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

collei (feat. amber)

you've wanted to cheer her up ever since her eleazer has been acting up - so what better time to see an old friend than now?

the moment you two set foot in mondstadt, you can see her shaking from excitement but also…agitation? you surmise that it may be because of what had happened here but you assure both of you that it’ll be fine

you two don’t have much to do with the festival itself it was just a good excuse to drag collei out of the forest so you two go straight to searching for the outrider

when you two do spot her, she rushes over and gives collei the biggest hug she could muster then bombards her with a billion question, barely paying attention to you which you already expected so you’re not too bothered

the three of you walk around town, basking in the beauty of the city, adorned in eye-catching seasonal decorations and comforted by the western wind

you don’t check out any of the wines of course, but there isn’t any harm in looking at the wine ingredients booths - fruits as far as the eye can see. you buy a few for the other two as a treat

you chuckle at the two’s antics; they really are like siblings, or like the woodland creatures collei has been accustomed to watching back in the forest…you’re glad you made the decision to drag her along to the festival

when you two are about to leave, amber pulls you in for a group hug and asks a passerby to snap a picture of you three - and thus, there you are, smiles eternally engraved on parchment.

thoma

you brought your tissues just in case he ends up crying because of how much he misses mondstadt

during your whole trip there, he just couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear at all the festivities; you try to invite him to dance to some of the music there but he seems too embarrassed to do so

despite not being much of a wine-enjoyer, he still pays a visit to every booth. to nobody’s surprise, he gets along with everyone almost immediately - and not just because he recognizes some of the people there

you two would sit down somewhere when tired and he’d reminisce on the good old days he used to spend in this humble land

“haha, it seems like some things just don’t change, huh?”

he‘d thank you profusely for inviting him and for convincing ayato to give him a few days off for the festival

jokingly, you propose that you two should try making your own thousand-wind wine, hotpot-game style…but then he assumes a pondering pose

“hmm…not a bad idea, actually.”

you make a mental note - do not mention this idea of yours to ayato.

zhongli (feat. venti)

you don’t tell him but the main reason you brought him along is because you’ve heard talk of a windcoming day in which the anemo archon returns to his beloved land. knowing well that the ex-archon hasn’t seen his old friend in literal ages, you plan to reunite them even if it means becoming a possible third-wheel

but you do take zhongli’s refined tastes into account; you’re positive he would show his utmost appreciation for the culture here - and he does! taking the time to taste-test each and every wine and commenting on them in the form of long-winded babbles, this is the zhongli you know and love

you try to ponder about how exactly barbatos would return home and when exactly is this windcoming day is, when a cheery voice interrupts your train of thought

“well if it isn’t you, mor- i mean, zhongli!”

speak of the devil. well, archon, technically. you observe zhongli’s reaction; he appears to be somewhat indifferent, but his relaxed body language indicates that he’s happy to see his old friend again. you smile and sigh in relief

although the two of them are old buddies, they seem to treat you as one too. thankfully, you never had to become a third-wheel and you had no issues keeping up with their conversations. they would even tell you about their misadventures back in the day

“did you know, back in the day, morax used to- hey, don’t give me that look!”

you find yourself entertained by these two gods of old and when it’s time to go home, the bard throws at both of you a bottle of wine each, both labeled “thousand-wind wine”, and with that a wink.

[stormlit]

regency era starter call let's gooooo. please specify!

(regency muses/aus behind the cut for your reference)

francesca b.ridgerton, of the famous b.ridgerton brood, much more reserved than her siblings but still just as sharp, an incredible pianist and lover of music. new debutante, not loving the attention.

lady sybil c.rawley, whose family is recovering from an inheritance issue where all her father's heirs seemed to die, a debutante a couple of years ago and diamond of her season, popular and well-liked but extremely compassionate with it, rumoured to have Political Opinions and to care greatly about the servants and dreary causes.

amalia braganza, newish to society and a recent inheritor of her popular cousin's estate, strangely only attends events that are held at night. unmarried spinster but content with that, loves to cause a bit of gossip by ignoring social norms. definitely not a vampire, definitely did not kill said cousin (who she was never related to at all), definitely isn't lying about her noble status because she used to be a maid. knows everything about everything, hates cruel rich people.

molly o's.ullivan, lady's maid to miss kitty donaldson up until her terrible illness and death before this season, which molly nursed her through to the end. remains in service for a little while before suddenly leaving to become caretaker of a house on baker street for a traveller of a friend, turning it into a boarding house for the needy, especially those considered unworthy by society. remains in close contact with other servants. forthright, even to lords, and fiery, but with the warmest heart.

miri weber, seamstress and tailor, proving both off the rack clothes for the less affluent middle classes and bespoke gowns or waistcoats for nobility. seems to have a magic touch. quiet, polite, and warm, though she can't hide her rougher upbringing (at least in the way she talks; she hopes nobody ever finds out she was part of a criminal gang).

nate fauré, untitled but from a respectable family, father in politics. he's an army captain who has recently returned from france, having been away fighting last season, is very much Not Okay and not having the greatest time trying to pretend to be part of society again while people talk about him like he's a war hero. highly loved and respected by his men, not loved so much by upper brass, desperate to get out of the army asap because it's destroying him.

[valeriefauxnom]

You know, one idea I am very much tempted to write a one-shot right now for Dragalia would be the sheer angst back at the Halidom during the Stranded Scions event.

Like. Euden never looks for or is worried about any of his friends, he's there alone with just Chelle, Leonidas, and ultimately Emile. He probably received his invitation alone by Chelle, since luxury things have a strict headcount. He probably wanted to stay at the Halidom, but I'm sure at that point his friends would've been pushing him to take a break from it all for a while, he's earned it-...

...and then words gets back that the ship was sunk by a rogue storm no one saw coming, fates of all royalty aboard unknown. Heck, make it even worse, if someone saw Euden thrown overboard as he recalled here:

Yes, he can fly or swim as a dragon, but only for a certain amount of time. And if he was injured or knocked unconscious at the wrong moment, -which seemingly happened, based on the gap in his consciousness in his narration of the event, -that advantage would've gone right out the window. And taking a tumble from that high would not help the odds of either not occurring as water makes not quite as kind a landing you might believe.

So all they know at best is likely: Euden and some his family was on the ship that sunk. Whatever the general casualty situation of the event since it's never specified, nobody's found their bodies....nor them alive. But they were in the sea in a storm ferocious enough to sink a luxury, state of the art ship.

Can't imagine the panic and guilt when that got back. The frantic efforts to grapple with the idea there's a very good chance Euden is dead with three of his siblings, and their fledgling country now has to try and figure out who can replace him if he's not rescued and soon. The idea that since Emile was a last-minute add-on to the ship, the Dyrenell Empire which was just starting to get stabilized into a more respectable land, is going to be thrown right back into the chaotic power vacuum that lead to Emile's ascent. Leonidas and Chelle, too, as major players in their own rights. That's two (technically three, since Gala Leonidas seems to indicate he's declared his lands 'Alberia' and is thus a ruler of a country in his own right) sovereigns dead, all from the great powers of South Grastea.

The similarly frantic attempts to start organizing searches for Euden and co and all the hope and fear that comes with it as the days drag on without a body. Fear that he survived, but didn't have the resources or know-how to survive on an abandoned island or makeshift raft or wherever he ended up.

As tempting as it is to write, I've a bit too much fic to work on right now since I'm behind on quite a few things!

As a last side note, though, can I just add an oof for Euden since even he's acknowledged he gets no relaxation at any time even when he's trying to? 'First time in a long time' is a small phrase with so much weight when what he is getting for the first time in a while is a 'few peaceful hours'. And then he thinks 'thanks' and immediately summons a storm.

[moonbyulsstuff]

HIII AUTHOR I'M UR NEW FOLLOWER AND I REALLY LOVED YOUR WRITING 🤭🤭 CAN YOU PLEASE DO SEONG HARU OR SUHYEON KIM X READER?? I BARELY SEE A QUESTISM X READER STUFFS 🙁

Ack! Thank you so much 🥺, and I chose Haru because I like him more than Suhyeon. And I hope you enjoy this.

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Captivating.

GN Reader (since the reader's gender is not specified.)

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Masterlist.

"We have a new member joining us." Suhyeon said as everyone was waiting for who it was that was joining them.

"You can come in now." The door slid open as the person went inside the door, they stood in front of the class as everyone was in shock. "Hello everyone, I'm [Name] Han." They said as everyone was yelling and asking questions after seeing Jaeha Han sibling in front of them.

"Why is Jaeha Han sibling here?!" "What the hell?!?!" "Why are they here?!" Suhyeon sighed as he knew this would happen. "Everyone shut up!" Everyone shut their mouth and sat down as Suhyeon sighed. "Yes, [Name] is joining us staring today. So please, treat them with respect." Suhyeon said as the others nodded as [Name] was told to seat beside Haru.

They sat down beside the maroon haired male as it was quiet with Suhyeon continuing to talk about territory and stuff, [Name] only looked down at their table while Haru was bored just listening in the meeting.

So after many hours, the meeting was finally over and as [Name] stood up they were greeted with Haru face and felt something thumping loudly against their chest and felt their face warm up.

"Huh?" "Marry me!" Everyone who was left in the room was in shock at what they saw and heard, Haru face turned red and his eyes widened.

"EH?!?!?!?!" And that was the faithful day of these two encounter, it was love at first sight for [Name] the moment they laid eyes on Haru. Almost everyone was teasing Haru for it, which Haru was annoyed at all the teasing form the others.

He wasn't really annoyed by [Name] since it wasn't all the time, just happens sometimes but not to the point of annoying.

But enough of that.

Haru sighed as he leaned down on the desk as his mind was bothered with something these past few days, nobody really seemed to notice since he was quiet all the time but it seems like [Name] was the only one who noticed it since they confronted Haru about it.

"Haru..." The said male looked up from the desk and saw [Name] standing in front of them. "Is something bother-" "No! Nothing has been bothering!" He said as he stood up quickly and ran out of the room so fast, the others watched as a trail of dust was left behind. [Name] tilted their head as they wondered on what was wrong with Haru.

They were worried for Haru and wanted to know about to help them, as a worried friend of course.

While with Haru, his heart was thumping against his chest as his face was warm. It felt like his heart was thumping out of his chest, it was beating so loud that Haru thought everyone would hear because of how loud it is. He slid down on the wall as he was confused with his feelings.

Towards a certain person named [Name] Han, he didn't think that he would be falling over heels over them, It was frustrating to say the least. He can't understand on why it has to be him, just because [Name] has been interested in him.

He sighed, he doesn't know what to anymore and it's not like he can tell anyone about this. They'll surely tease about him and try to expose him to [Name], he covered his face as he screamed into it. It was so frustrating, he desperately wants to tell someone about it but he can't.

It's already obvious that Suhyeon and Kuja aren't good options, Jihyeok is not a good option either neither is the other one and defiantly not Hajun, that man does not know romance one bit. He sighed, to be honest no one around him could help him with his love problem so it was useless to ask anyone around him.

Considering there was one thing in everyone's mind and that was fighting, there was not one thing of romance in their mind especially Suhyeok who's got two girls clinging to him but he's too much of a oblivious fucker anyway.

He sighed and slid down and thought about his choices.

~

"E-Eh?" [Name] looked at the blushing maroon haired male in surprise at what they had heard from him, they were too stunned to say anything else as their mind was processing on what Haru just said to them.

Earlier, [Name] had asked Haru out on a date as a joke. Knowing Haru would just refuse them but moments after that, Haru had approached them and asked them about the date that [Name] had jokingly said earlier and wanted to go with them.

So, [Name] was kinda surprise and didn't expect that from Haru.

"W-Well?" [Name] snapped out of it and nodded their head while looking down, a bit flustered at what was going to happen right now. Haru sighed and walked away while still feeling flustered on what he just did.

Haru didn't believe that he just asked [Name] about that date but then again, he wanted this. Haru was sure of it.

And so, he was currently panicking on what to wear on their date. Haru was nervous and just wanted to impress [Name] so he decided to be just original and dress up in his own way. So he took out the usual clothing that he would usually wear and walked out of his house.

Haru walked to where the they would agree to meet up and saw [Name] leaning by the pole, on their phone. Haru walked up to them.

"[Name]?" [Name] looked away from their phone and blushed after seeing Haru, he was wearing a peach colored sweater with milky blue shirt underneath and some black pants and his hair was let down like usual with the hairband on it.

"What are you staring at for?" "N-Nothing, you just look really pretty Haru." [Name] said as Haru blushed. "Well, we should get going now." They said as they took Haru's hand which made Haru flushed red as they walked towards their destination.

The two were going on a date on a festival by the sea, it has been popular these past few days, they arrived at the area and was greeted the bustling cheers of people who had come to the festival.

"S-So... is there something you want to do Haru?" They asked as Haru looked around. "Maybe we should walk around and then decided on what to do.." He said as [Name] nodded, they walked toward everywhere on the festival.

[Name] felt their heart beating against their chest, they just couldn't believe it that they were going on a date with Haru right now. They wanted to pinch themselves to check if it was all a dream but it wasn't, this was reality right now.

A moments later, a thug on [Name] arm made them stop as they looked behind them and saw Haru pointing at something. "We should ride that...." He said as [Name] looked to where Haru was pointing at and saw dropper. "Sure, let's go." They said as they walked over to the ride and went behind the line.

After awhile, they were next so the two sat next to each other as Haru was excited while [Name] was nervous to say the least. They were deathly afraid of heights but didn't have the heart to tell Haru about it since they didn't want to disappoint or make Haru said.

So, they were sweating and shaking a bit which Haru noticed. "Are you alright [Name]?" He asked as [Name] looked at him and nodded their head. "Yup! I am fine! Just a little nervous." [Name] said as Haru raise an eyebrow, not convinced that they were okay.

"Are... are you afraid of heights?" "W-What? N-No, of cour-course!" They said as Haru sighed and held their hand which made [Name] flustered at the action. "Don't lie... you can grip on my hand later on." Haru said as tiny blush was on his face.

"Ar-Are you suUUUUURRREEEE!!!" [Name] was cut off when the drop down, they didn't even notice earlier that the ride was slowly going up since they were so focused on calming themselves down.

Haru screamed out of joy while [Name] was the opposite, they tighten their grip on Haru's hand to calm themselves down.

"You alright?" "Yeah... just woozy..." They said as the two were now sitting at the bench after the ride, Haru softly patted their back. "We should go and eat now, it's 7 PM..." Haru said as [Name] nodded.

"We should... what do you want to eat?" They asked as Haru looked around. "Hmm... I don't know. All of the food looks delicious, how about we take a stroll? Maybe we can a find a great spot?" Haru offered as [Name] nodded.

The two then walked around the area, looking a for a place or stall to eat dinner but then the two encountered a stall, they sat down as they ordered their food. It was quiet for the both of them, the two of them didn't know what to say to each other.

"Um... [Name]..." "Yeah...?" "I... never mind..."

[Name] raise an eyebrow at Haru's behavior and was wondering on what Haru was going to say or ask, they continued to wait for their food in quiet and then it arrived.

They ate their food away and after they finished, they decided to stay a bit longer. They bought some cotton candy, a candy apple. but then they started to walk along by the beach.

They were some people walking around as well and laying down and just looking by the ocean, it was quiet between the two. They had no idea what to talk about like last time but there was something that has been bothering Haru's mind since the beginning.

[Name] scratched the back of their neck as they looked the candy apple in hand and twirled it around the tip of their fingertips, they looked around and was about to open their mouth to talk to Haru so that it won't be awkward but Haru beat them to it.

"Say [Name]...." "Yes!" They said loudly catching other people's attention, [Name[ apologize as they looked back at the maroon haired male. "What is it...?" They asked as Haru sighed as he stopped walking making the other one stop as well.

"W... is there something that made you like me? What made you like me in the first place? You're not toying with me aren't you?"

[Name] blinked rapidly at Haru's question, they didn't expect that at all. They looked down on the ground and thought about it for awhile making Haru nervous as he started to fiddle with his fingers, [Name] then looked back at the male.

"I don't know... something just captivated me to you when I first saw you." [Name] said surprising Haru at their answer to his question, as they had a small smile on their face while still looking down at the ground. "I guess it was your beauty that captivated me at first but then after awhile, it was your personality. Something about you... is captivating." They said as Haru blushed heavily at what they had said.

"Hu-Huh?! What?! Just by that reason?!" Haru said turning around making [Name] miss Haru reaction at what they just had said to him. "A-Are you ma-" "Of course not! Idiot!"

He said running off making [Name] stunned but they swore that they saw his ear burning red, they chuckled and ran after Haru.

"Wait up Haru!" "Just catch up you idiot!" "Hahahaha!" "Stop laughing!" "Can't help it!"

[comfy-whumpee]

How old is everyone in the birdhouse?

I usually dodge these questions because I have a terrible memory for numbers, but your tags literally made me roll around grinning today so I'll do it. If I contradict these later just pretend it was on purpose.

In the present day, it's been something like 2-3 years since Franco disappeared. That makes him 23-24. The trip to the USA where he caught WRU's eye was his graduation present. Avis is around 45.

Florence's age is unknown. They signed up later than 18, but as a refurb, they're missing even more of their years. They've been at the shelter for the longest and were barely with their Sir for a month, but nobody knows how long they were a pet before their refurb. Arimura specified that they had to be 22 at the oldest, which would make them no more then 24, but who can say if Refurbox held up their end of the deal?

Tenten is considered the oldest rescue and was with his family for around six years. I think he's about 24 - he signed up very shortly after coming of age. This also makes Tenten the person who was in captivity the longest and thus the longest 'living memory' of the rescues, and he would have continued in his role for the rest of his life if not for his ever-increasing need to be free.

Boo's age is also unclear. Though they were also repurposed by a second owner, they remember their life before Tara turned them into a pet-hunter. They are at least three years past their sign-up, but they were one of the older 'volunteers' at Euroboxies. They have the second-longest 'living memory'. Avis thinks of them accurately as the middle sibling, 22-23.

Kamala is one of the younger ones, for sure. Her time with Mrs Darren was cut short but she was delivered to Avis fairly soon after and it's been nearly two years… She's not even 21, I don't think. Kamala has always had issues with self-worth and I suspect she was a genuine volunteer for WRU, but I'm not as sure of her as the others.

Then there's Roman. I don't think Roman lasted more than 6-9 months in the office, and I don't think the company lasted much longer. (Buying a box boy and then losing him, plus a police investigation, plus their decision not to fill Tyler's role, and they folded fast.) He's the baby of the shelter in both ways. He wasn't as young as Tenten when he totally-noncoercedly signed up, but he's still probably barely 20.

The oldest person in the cast, barring Arimura (who can blame Florence for running tbh) is Sunita Kaur, a happily married mother of three, who Avis seriously looks up to and couldn't get by without.

[stormbeyondreality]

OC Tag Game

tagged by @nuwanders some time ago, but I was going through my drafts and now I have more ocs to work with for this!

rules: sort your OCs into the below categories and (optionally) make them in this picrew. 

tagging: @oblivions-dawn, @avantegarda, @nerevar-quote-and-star, @fallen-chances, @thediamondcityradio, and whoever else would like to!

I'm only doing my TES ocs, because if I included other fandoms and my original works I'd have too many to pick from.

Favourite OC.

Erlind Ebonsong, formerly and at least still in High Rock officially, known as Erlind Madieve, child of Lisende and Antoc Madieve, younger sibling to Coran and elder sibling to Alesinne and Wylin. Dragonborn, Companion, bard, relic hunter, and spellsword. I'm not entirely sure when I made them, but I love them dearly and absolutely both send them through a meat tenderizer and want the happiest ending for them.

2. Newest OC.

Nathari, Queen of the Reach, daughter of Jarl Igmund and his father-disapproved Reachfolk lover Esana. She's close behind Erlind on the favourite oc list, tbh, and is the one I made to satisfy my interest for messing with Skyrim's politics. She's got her fingers in a lot of pies despite only sticking within the Reach for the overwhelming most part. She's a little younger than Erlind chronologically, and was about seven when the Markarth Incident happened and her mother fled to the hills with her. (And Jarl Hrolfdir told Igmund that Esana and Nathari were killed by other Reachfolk 'as traitors' in the chaos.)

3. Oldest OC.

Vezha is the oldest out of my current TES OCs, I should specify. Both irl and chronologically, actually since he's the father of one of my others. I'm not sure when I made his original version, but he was afab and genderfluid at one point, with purple tattoos, and he was part of my previous set of story-based OCs. I don't think I ever landed on a questline for him to be the protag of, however. What I know for certain is that I liked the plot hook of his backstory notes, so I adapted him to fit into my current set and since then he's undergone some other changes as well. (For instance, he used to be Volgash's uncle and not her father, which I've kept in that because of his amnesia and context clues he thinks he's her uncle for a while.)

4. Meanest OC.

Larus. This picrew makes him look so dang young, but also if I recall my timeline correctly he is one of the younger ones in the batch. Raised in a bandit camp that really screwed up his perception of other people's worth to each other, then spent a bunch of years with a vampire den, then joined the Dark Brotherhood. He is a vampire, I just based this picrew off of his in-game preset that I haven't updated yet. He's an ass unless he wants something from you, and even then he'll still probably be an ass, just more of a subtle one.

5. Softest OC.

Okay, so this was a hard choice, considering Erlind's a devotee of Mara and makes a point of being kind to everybody that they can. However, I think this one has to go to Volgash, Vezha's daughter. She's the baby of the group, had the best childhood on a whole even considering her dad's amnesia, and until Plot Stuff starts happening at Sarthaal, she's sailing by nicely. Volgash is maybe not the nicest of my ocs, but niceties are fickle anyway and that role would change on a daily basis depending on if Larus or Janora or Nathari wanted something from someone.

6. Most Aloof/Standoffish OC.

So I think at this point I'm only missing Janora, but alas, here we get a double-Larus, with Nathari and Erlind coming up several paces behind for their own reasons. Larus was taught to believe as a kid that nobody has any worth except for how they can be useful to someone else, and that continues on into his adulthood even after the vampire den were...well, I haven't done much development of him, but at least the vampires were nicer about that.

7. Dumbest (Affectionate) OC.

This was a hard one, because a lot of my OCs are smart, and similarly they've all got elements of complete idiot, as most people do. However, I'm gonna give this to Erlind, because they're very, very, very emotionally oblivious. I don't call the romance in the fic a 'glacial slowburn' for nothing.

8. Smartest OC.

So...she may have gotten caught at Helgen, and whatever it was she did to make the Cyrodiil Thieves Guild send her to Skyrim, but Janora is very good at what she does. She can read people very well, which is only compounded by the excellent education she got before the events that caused her to join the Thieves Guild. She's extremely logical and pragmatic, which makes her a bit slow in action, but when she does something - for the most part - it's because she's thought it through first.

9. OC I would be best friends with.

So. We're going Erlind here because for one thing they're the one I know most about, but also they're the most of these OCs like me, and I think we'd enjoy rambling back and forth at each other and commiserating on having epic mothers and wonderful not-each-other best friends.

[ginazmemeoir]

Garuda and Vinata Finally get A Happy Ending after A Series of Unfortunate Events

“He’s come!”

“Look, the Amrit!”

The nagas gasped at seeing Garuda flying through the skies towards Ramaniyaka. They had struck a deal with their cousin and half-brother, where he would bring them the gods’ nectar of immortality and in turn, they would free him and his mother from slavery. Not that it mattered much; once they were immortal, the nagas had nothing and nobody to fear.

They slithered forward, unperturbed by the force of Garuda’s wings as he landed. Towering before them and dressed in a simple dhoti, Garuda held the Amrit in his hands, a small smile on his face. Bowing, he said, “Salutations dear siblings! I have defeated the devas and brought forth the fabled Amrit for you at your behest!”, and set it forth on the ground.

“Why is he talking so posh?”

“Do you think he drunk some of it?”

“I think he’s lightheaded from all that flying.”

The nagas whispered amongst themselves, curious at Garuda’s behaviour. The curiosity however was short lived – they launched themselves at the Amrit, but found nothing but air – for Garuda had taken it out of their reach.

“Forgive me my lords, but the Amrit can be already be touched by those pure of mind and matter. I suggest you go and bathe before consuming it, otherwise it might reject you altogether.” He advised in an apologetic tone.

The nagas, all cunning and suspicions cast into the fire of their desire for immortality, mindlessly followed Garuda’s advice. Several jumped into the lakes and rivers dotting the island, twisting and frolicking in the water, already making plans for what all they could do once they had the Amrit. Meanwhile Jayanta, who had been hiding as a tick on Garuda’s back, hopped off, turned back into his godly form, and fled with the Amrit, bowing to Garuda. Soon enough the nagas came back along with their mother, followed by her sister.

They looked around for the Amrit – it wasn’t with Garuda, and it wasn’t where they had left it either.

“Where’s the Amrit?” asked Takshaka.

“Gone.” Garuda replied in a smug tone, his hands crossed in front of his chest.

All hell broke loose. The nagas voices rose in a clamour, shouts of anger and cries of loss interspersed, wildly contrasted with the sisters and the divine bird – one thought that the other two would remain bound in eternal servitude; one had the satisfaction of the truth, and the other had the joy of what he was about to do next.

Placating the nagas, Garuda said, “The deal was to bring the Amrit, which I did. Drinking it however was never specified, and it isn’t my fault that you hadn’t followed the customs.”

“You lying, cheating, bastard son of a bitch!” shrieking so, a naga launched himself at Garuda, followed by some of his brothers and sisters. Garuda deftly caught their leader in his hand and squeezed him to death, and then promptly ate him. Those who were lucky slithered back, and the rest were stuck beneath his feet.

“Insult me or my mother again, and I will make sure to exterminate you worms from the universe.” He said, cleaning his talons.

“Oh well, I have to admit it is sad to see all that brain and brawn wasted, for you and your mother are still my slaves,” Kadru tutted without even batting an eye, “forever.”

It was then that Vinata stepped forward. The divine flame blazed in her hand as she set it forth on the ground near the same spot which the Amrit had graced. “This is my witness, Kadru. Lord Agni was my witness to everything you had said that night. You had cheated your way all those years ago, and thus the bet remains null and void. I bear no ill-will towards you or your children – the same cannot be said of my son.” She said, looking her sister in the eye. Kadru remained stunned there, unable to fully comprehend what was happening. Garuda’s eyes shone with anger – not only had he and his mother been tortured for ages, but it was all because of a lie. He placed hi mother on his shoulders and then proclaimed to the nagas, “Be afraid. Be very afraid. Each time you crawl out of whatever hole or cave you dig I will be there. I will exact my revenge on your kind till Shiva destroys this world, and I only spare you now out of respect for my mother and pity for yours.”

He launched up into the sky, leaving his gaping kin behind on the ground, watching as many tried licking the grass which the Amrit had touched, only to end up with slit, bleeding tongues. “Where to mother?”

“The forest, where I shall be free forever.” She replied without missing a beat. Garuda tried convincing her otherwise, worried that after spending a life of servitude she now wanted to endure hardships in the wilderness, but his mother remained adamant. No sooner than he had dropped her off at her desired spot, did Lord Vishnu pop up in front of him.

“Look Garuda, I have fulfilled your condition.” He said, holding up a flag -  a flag which had his likeness strewn across it, serving and forever as Vishnu’s emblem; the Garudadhwajam, the eagle flag.

Laughing, he joined his hands and bowed to Vishnu, “You are undefeatable Hari,” and saying so bent in front of him, ready to be his vahana.

Thus, two friends, lord and devotee, set off into the sky where they would have most of their adventures, content in each other’s companionship.

[swanimagines]

STUFF I DO:

YOU NEED TO PICK ONE OF THESE WHEN REQUESTING, DO NOT SEND ME A REQUEST LIKE "character x reader, I don't care what it is, I'm happy with anything!", also requests like "character x reader, the actual plot is up to you, but please just make it fluffy" fall under this, I need some kind of idea. If you do send me a request like those two examples, I'll be turning it down, even if I do have ideas of my own for them. If I take one request like that, I'll soon have 50 other requests that are also "plot is up to you"-requests, and then it's hard to explain why I did your request but not theirs. I do have some characters I have A LOT of ideas for nobody requested, but "character x reader please" requests stress me out even with them because taking in one "anything for x" means I'll very likely also start getting "something for this character" for characters I have 0 ideas of my own for, and then it's hard to explain why I did your request but not theirs.

If you don't have any ideas, use my prompt list. It gives me SOME direction of what kind of fic do you want, more than "just make it fluffy" but less than the oven-ready pie, and it soothes my nerves to have a direction like that. If you're truly ok with anything, pick a prompt by random. (Remember that with prompt lists, you are not allowed to give me any kind of plot, they're meant for people with no ideas + those who want to be surprised)

Also, if you want to send me multiple requests, you're welcome to! But send each request in their own ask!

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Regular imagines/ficlets (a small scenario, e.g. having your first kiss with [character], saving [character]’s life or [group] arranging a surprise birthday party for you. May be long, may be short, I write it for as long as the prompt carries me)

Template: Could you write an imagine where Kurt Wagner (from newer X-Men) gets insecure when he sees another guy flirting with you?

Headcanons (small situation, e.g. dating [character], min. 10 bullet points, could get up to 50+ bullet points)

Template: Could you write headcanons on how Desire of the Endless (The Sandman) would take care of you when you are sick?

Preferences (add a small situation, e.g. sibling!reader or their child!reader crying after they got bullied and how [specify 2-10 characters within the same fandom] do in such a situation. Note that you need to specify the characters by names, so "Gotham Villains", "Grishaverse main characters" or "TMR boys" don't qualify. You need to say which Gotham villains, which Grishaverse characters, which TMR boys. Otherwise I could leave your fave(s) out because I don't remember to include them or I just assume you don't want them because they're a smaller character. Remember that if you have more than 10 characters you want me to include, you're welcome to send in another ask with the rest of them and I'm kinda doing it in two parts. Note that they may have a long time in between them, so I'd recommend including your absolute faves in your first ask if you're going to send in 2 or more.

Template: Could you do a MCU preference with Steve, Loki, Thor, Carol, Natasha and Peter Parker where they comfort you after you got a panic attack?

Oneshots (longer pieces, meaning 1k+ words, often containing multiple scenes, they also need a larger/longer request or I will most likely turn it down)

Template: Could you write a Pin Hawthorne oneshot? Reader is feeling really down because they have seen Pin and Zoe getting close. They try to do their job at the stable, but keep snapping at everyone because they're so on the edge. Pin then attempts to offer comfort and a listening ear, but reader keeps pushing him away and they have a fight about it, because reader lies to Pin that they've gotten sick of him. But a few days later, they talk again and it ends up in them admitting their feelings for each other.

Scenarios (a character + fandom + small situation + add 2-10 settings where that situation happens, like character + kisses and settings could be first kiss, daily/regular kisses and goodbye kisses, I’ll do a preference-like thing out of it)

Template: Could you do romantic cuddle scenarios for Jesper Fahey? Sleepy cuddles, comfort cuddles and cuddles after a tickling attack?

Fluff alphabets (tell me a character with whom you want these, I'll write "fluff alphabets" for that character. A for affection and I'll tell how the affection with that character would be. B for boldness, how bold that character is with showing their feelings. C for cuddles, how they cuddle, if they like to cuddle. Etc etc, all the way til Z. All the fluff alphabets will always use the same "template" so it would be easier and simpler, and people would know what to expect)

Also a note: if you like one of my fluff alphabet takes for a character, you're free to ask me to write a longer piece from that (it will be an imagine or a oneshot)!

Template: Could you do fluff alphabets for Regina Mills?

Prompt fics (meant for people who either don't have any ideas but want to request or for people who want to be surprised. You send me a prompt from one of my prompt lists + character + fandom. And as a clarification, don’t add any kind of an additional plot or scenario, I will cook it up on my own!! You can request a female reader if you don't want it to be gender neutral as I write gn readers if not asked to write them a female. Note that you are allowed to also make up your own dialogue/word/setting/hug/kiss prompt, just don't steal it from anyone else's prompt list, I'll find out if you've stolen it)

Template: Could you do B62 + Robin Buckley?

Song fics (character + fandom + song, don’t add any kind of an additional plot or scenario, I will figure it out on my own!! I'll write a piece based on that song. You can request a female reader if you don't want it to be gender neutral as I write gn readers if not asked to write them as female)

Template: Could you do a song drabble for Jerome Valeska + I'm So Sorry by Imagine Dragons?

Shuffle songs (my Spotify decides the song, you decide the character! Just request "[Character] + [Fandom] + shuffle song please!" I'll take my playlist containing all the songs I've saved, put it on a shuffle and write a piece based on the first song that comes up. And again, you can request a female reader if you don't want me to write them as gn, as gn reader is my default)

Template: Could you do Dick Grayson (Titans) + shuffle song?

Timestamp fics (a character + time, e.g. [character] + 2:46pm, the piece will be placed at that time of day/night, don’t add a plot, you can request a female reader if you don't want it to be gender neutral as I write gn readers if not asked to write her a female)

Template: Could you do Beth Harmon + 10:42am?

Title fics (a title you made up + character, e.g. [character] + “Sunset Dance”, the piece will be inspired by the title somehow, don’t add a plot, you can request a female reader if you don't want it to be gender neutral as I write gn readers if not asked to write her a female)

Template: Could you do a Diaval (Maleficent) fic with the title "Heart's Desire"?

Dialogue fics (a dialogue-based piece, a conversation between a character and reader about a topic, for example a Benny Watts piece where he teaches reader to play chess, or a Kaz Brekker x reader where Kaz got wounded and reader talks to him while patching him up to distract him from touch)

Template: Could you do a dialogue drabble where Ariel (Disney) and you talk about the sea?

(I WILL NOT DO MULTICHAPTERS BY REQUEST, you can ask me to write a part 2 for a piece but please do not send me requests like "character x reader multichapter series please, [plot], at least 15 chapters please!" I've received so many of these in the past and just, please don't)

FREDDY CARTER'S CHARACTERS SPECIALS

Freddy Carter’s characters preferences + a simple situation (like reader confessing they like them). I'll write a short description of how they'll react to that situation. Example. Also, if you want an expanded version of any of my Freddy's character takes, feel free to send it and I'll try to make a oneshot out of it. Just send a "hi, could you write a oneshot out of [character]'s take from [preference set]? (This will apply for ONLY for these Freddy preferences, not regular preferences, at least not for now)

Template: Could you write a Freddy preference where you come home badly wounded?

Freddy's characters fic collections. Tell me a situation, I'll write the same situation as a small fic or a oneshot for all his characters. So basically an expanded version of preferences.

Template: Could you do Freddy's characters drabbles + they overhear reader confessing/talking about their feelings for them to someone else?

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I posted 12,639 times in 2022

That's 4,042 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 1,135 of my posts in 2022

#save for later - 115 posts

#important - 112 posts

#tua spoilers - 42 posts

#ml spoilers - 34 posts

#tua s3 spoilers - 30 posts

#tua season 3 spoilers - 28 posts

#destiel - 15 posts

#self rb - 13 posts

#toh spoilers - 13 posts

#jason todd - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#that sounds very annoying but the idea of anyone saying “william shatner” and then specifying “from star trek” is objectively hilarious

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hi guys its been exactly 6 hours and 50 minutes since tua s3 dropped

i uh,,,, i finished it

17 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#4

GUYS.GUYS!!! GUYS!!!!! RELEASE DATE FOR TUA!!!!!! JUNE 22!!!!!

I HAVE BEEN IN HTIS FUCKING FANDOM SINCE SEPTEMBER 2020 I HAVE READ EVERY SINGLE FIVE FIC THERE IS AND I DON'T JUST MEAN THE ONES UNDER THE FIVE-CENTRIC TAG I MEAN ALL OF THEM.

I AM GOING COMPLETLEY OFF THE WALLS I CANNOT BE CONTIANED THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

20 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#3

No. 1: Luther

I don't have much to say on Luther other than that the romance was completely unnessesary. It did nothing for the characters and moved the plot forward none, and furthermore it wasn't even interesting. The characters moved into it way too fast to be believable, and to be honest I was just bored with it, because it was a boring, cookie-cutter romance with no real substance.

His death didn't even move forward the plot at all either, they could have killed Klaus and left him alive-- the result would have been the same, given that Five was already certain that Reginald was up to something.

No. 2: Diego

Diego was honestly the most bearable character this season, partially due to the fact that he was actually in character, if you ignore the fact that he looked at a white kid and was like "yeah sure that's mine and Lila's". Did nobody think of that?

His character didn't really move forward either, partially due to the fact that his entire arc was focused on a kid that wasn't even related to the plot, and then focused on Lila, whose involvement didn't even really make sense. His reaction to Klaus's death-by-Stan was extremely underdone, and didn't really have any emotional impact.

No. 3: Allison

Allison was villianized heavily this season, what with her grudge against Viktor and her newfound willingness to rumour anyone for any reason. And honestly, I don't blame her. The writing was shit when it came to her, but I'd be angry at Viktor too, even if she did go overboard at times. The assault scene made zero sense for her character (at least in my opinion) given that she seemed to be dedicated to Ray and her daughter, and it had zero impact on the plot OR the characters, which is even worse. Her character overall had the most impact on the plot, which is laughable given that the majority of her actions were being mean to Viktor and rumouring people unnecessarily to show that she was having issues, which could have done numerous other ways.

No. 4: Klaus

Klaus had none of the charm that made him likeable past episode 2. His weird alliegance with Reginald did nothing for the plot other than working to move his powers forwards, which could have been done with multiple other people, and getting Reginald off the pills, which was a weird and convoluted subplot that didn't make any sense other than to explain why he hadn't completed his project already.

 He didn't move forward character-wise at all except for his powers, the entirety of which made zero sense given that he hated Reginald more than any of his other siblings save maybe Diego, and overall his death(s) made no difference, even the ones by automobile accident. And seriously, did nobody stop to check on the guy they killed with their car?

No. 5: Number Five

God, okay, here we go. Five was (and unfortunately still is) my favourite character. That said, he was unrecognizable this season. He has very few actual personality traits, most of which relate to his motive-- save the world, or rather, as we've been shown, save the world (but mostly his siblings).

We've been shown multiple times over that he will go to extreme lengths to keep his siblings both alive and somewhat happy, and this season completely obliterated that. Out of his five (ahaha get it?) or so personality traits (asshole, sarcastic, tsundere-like, secretive, cares incredibly deeply), we got shown three, and the ones that were missing are the ones that make him bearable and sensical as a character.

None of his actions from seasons one and two make sense if he doesn't love and care for his family incredibly deeply, but if you were to just watch season three, you wouldn't know it. His reaction to Luther and Klaus's deaths were both underwhelming and also counfounding-- we were shown a very OP and useful power last season-- turning back time. He could have used it multiple times to at least try to save Luther and Klaus, but ultimately didn't, for... what reason? Don't ask me, I have no clue.

Furthermore, his having started the Commission makes no sense-- he hates authority and rules, and hates the Comission even more.

Overall, his character fell bland, flat, and nonsensical.

No. 6 2: Ben

I don't have much to say about Ben. He was an interesting character, that's for sure, and I enjoyed his reconcilliation with Klaus in episode... eight? Nine? But he needed something more. His sudden turn-around to wanting to be part of the family was out of the blue, and it needed more to prelude it.

His character made the most sense, but overall I felt like I was left wanting more of him and less of his weird grab for power, which brings me to the fact that for the Sparrows, numbers seemed interchangable? For the Umbrellas, it was more of a "we're our numbers and then our names", but the Sparrows had a "names then numbers" approach, which was never explained.

A lot of things when it came to the Sparrows were never explained-- Christopher, whatever the "Jennifer Incident" was and why and how it killed Ben, and probably other things I'm not remembering at the moment.

No. 7: Viktor

I'm going to prelude this by saying that Viktor is and has been my least favourite character for a number of reasons, and that hasn't changed.

I went into the season hoping that they wouldn't do a big 'trans narrative', partially because I'm trans and also aware that no matter what they did, it was going to come off weirdly, partially because they weren't planning for it ahead of time, and partially because I was concerned that it would end up being his entire character arc.

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59 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#2

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144 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

they couldn't do COVID in the Miraculous universe because no one would be able to recognize anyone at all

like, they'd all get to class and someone calls the police because that's not their teacher at the head of the class

there's a headline like 'who is the new masked superhero saving Paris?' only to have one a few days later that's like 'mysterious superhero revealed to be LADYBUG'

(post brought to you courtesy of my older sibling)

307 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

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okay kaeya brief time!! not spoilers free Smile Things u might want to know about his character - family issues, yay! Always fun! He has an extremely complicated relationship with his adopted/sworn brother (its not entirely clear which term would be better so just.. eh live with that) Diluc. it all started around 500 years ago with the destruction of a nation called Khaenri’ah. Kaeya is a descendant of said nation and as a young child was sent to Mondstadt to inflitrate it and live as a spy. There he was adopted by Crepus (who was also a father to Diluc) (nobody knew Kaeya was a spy obv). They all live happily everything is good love peace etc at least for those three people, but then Dilucs (thats out lovely brother!) 18th birthday happens and everything goes to shit. Crepus dies defending his sons from a thing while using a Delusion, an extremely powerful artefact which also drains ur lifeforce or something. It's not cleat bc the sources tell different info, but either he died in Dilucs arms or he had to literally finish his father off using his epic fire powers from his Pyro Vision bc he was suffering so much… Shitty birthday as you can see. The same day Kaeya tells Diluc that he actually was sent here as a spy (from Khaenri'ah, i dont remember if the nation was specified but id imagine it would be) Feeling lied to, Diluc tries fighting Kayea to the death, but in the end Kaeya gains a Cryo Vision (= epic ice powers) mid fight so nobody dies After that Diluc finds out that the organization he had been working for, Knights of Favonius, had a traitor who sabotaged the investigation into the circumstances around Crepuses death, leaves the knights and fucks off on like a year long revenge quest. In the meantime Kaeya becomes the cavalry captain at knights of favonius (there are no horses as of now in the city which is funny but they were all taken on a big roadtrip not elaborating on that). diluc eventually comes back and he and kaeya dont try to kill each other! nice! but also they REALLY SHOULD TALK thats a big thing for each of their interactions. They both clearly want to fix their relationships which is shown through a ton of small things but THEY SHOULD SIT DOWN AND HAVE A TALK instead of awkwardly circling around each other As you might have noticed, a lot of description of their past was from a diluc pov, because Kaeya is such a secretive and shady person, and a lot of things he does are very… deliberate, id even say manipulative at some points. (which is part of why i think him telling diluc he was a khaenri'ahn spy all along was a deliberate decision and a part of getting himself killed without the weight of guilt hanging on him). He does cover up more calculative parts of his personality which shits and giggles and smirks and a bit of flirting hence people in the fandom sometimes calling him a slut (that and his giant boob window) and he kind of does drink a lot, but also consider that diluc (who he hopes to reconnect with one day) has a winery and runs a tavern, so its equal parts unhealthy coping mechanism and annoying ur sibling during their shifts at mcdonalds im not an expert on his character tho, but thats what i have :]

WAIT THEY'RE BROTHERS???????? I THOUGHT THEY WERE LIKE THE BIGGEST SHIP IN THE FANDOM OR SMTH, FROM ART I SAW ON MY DASH??????? HUH!!!!! WH!!!!!!!!!!!! HUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????!!?!?!

but also COOL WE LOVE A MANIPULATING MAN HARD AT WORK WHO IS ALSO A WHORE!

[unlikelypatrolcheesecake]

Crossed Stars(a Skibidi toilet/MD crossover)

The lone agent walked through the streets of the city. A few months ago, this town was bustling with life, now it's a shell, its populace either dead or converted. The agent is out for a routine patrol, but since the enemy hasn't been seen here for some time, it was deemed safe for solo patrols.  Armed with nothing but a pipe and a dart gun, the agent felt slightly nervous.  If they were ambushed, nobody would know until they failed to report in.

Since they were here, the agent decided to check out the park for a quick reprieve.  Sitting down on a bench, the agent felt a sense of tentative calm.  They paused to listen to the wind rustling the leaves and the singing of the birds.  Then everything went quiet.  The agent was put on edge; something was wrong.  They heard noises behind them and turned to face the threat.  This ‘threat’ was nothing more than some [pieces of garbage being blown around in the wind, but something was off.  The garbage seemed to be rotating around a center, spinning faster and faster.  A white light appeared in the center, and three tendrils shot out in different directions.  The agent took a few paces back and focused their lens on this anomaly, but the footage wouldn’t send; this thing was blocking the signal.  The light grew larger and larger, and the agent quickly ducked for cover.  There was a bright flash, then nothing.  The agent surveyed the area.  Where the light had been there was now a crater, at least 10 feet in diameter.  And in the center were two very odd specimens.  

First, there was a small robotic being, perhaps 4-5 feet in height.  She, or, at least the agent believed it was a she, wore black boots with striped purple socks, a black jacket that had a battery symbol with crossed wrenches and two white stripes, and a black beanie.  Her face was divided into two segments, a metallic jaw and a strange mouth, being able to move and change size without her chin moving, and the top part was made of glass, with two neon purple ‘eyes’ in the center.  

The second one appeared to be the same type of robot as the first, with a few distinct differences.  First and most obviously, she was at least a foot shorter than the first one, and she also wore black boots, however with long black socks reaching ast her knee.  She wore a white jacket with a black skull symbol and two black stripes, as well as a skirt that reached halfway to her knees.  On her head she wore a black helmet with a yellow bow on one side.  Her eyes were white.

The smaller one was the first to notice the agent, at which she let out a yelp.  The larger one took notice and jumped in front of the smaller one, making it clear to the agent she was trying to protect her smaller counterpart, like a big sibling trying to protect their little sibling.  The agent meant no harm of course, but they needed answers.  They just needed to figure out how to show these two they aren’t a threat…

Take a guess who the two 'strange beings' are(Hint: check the tags). :)

And yes the agent doesn't have a specified gender, make it whatever you want.