#none of these kids ever dress like they're going to the same event

[skeleton-in-a-hoodie]

Physical description of the DDMG Turtles

General stuff: Their mum was a 1st generation Japanese immigrant, and their dad was mixed race (Japanese American and Latin American - haven't pinned it down exactly yet, still working on it). All the guys have olive skin and freckles, though Mikey's freckles stand out the most.

Leo: Black hair, straight texture- at the start of the au it's cut short, but as DDMG progresses he starts to let it grow out until his hair goes right the way down his back. Also at the start of the au he dresses like he's about to have a job interview, but gradually relaxes and begins wearing more casual clothes. Despises being cold, so tries to wear as many layers as possible. Scars wise there's several nasty looking ones across his throat and knee. Speaking of which, he wears a knee brace and uses a cane.

Raph: Still dark haired, but his is brown. Very bright green eyes. Has his hair cut really short, but it's texture is similar to Leo's. Tries to dress in clothes that he thinks will make him look intimidating, which doesn't entirely work cause he's 11. One day, he will own a spiked leather jacket and cover it in patches and pins. From the back of his left shoulder and over the top of the left side of his chest there's a lightening shaped scar. Also has scars across his knucles and fingers - this kid gets into a lot of fights.

Donnie: Redish brown eyes and black hair - if it wasn't for the fact his hair is curly, he'd look just like their mum. Still has 2012 Donnie's tooth gap. He's also got scars on his hands and arms from accidents whilst working on projects, and another scar on the left side of his face from when he got hit in the head with a rock. Alot of his clothes are 2nd hand from Leo, but when they live at the Lair he ends up dressing a bit like if Gonzo let Doc Brown borrow his clothes and all the lights were out.

Mikey: Looks a hell of a lot like their dad. He got their dad's curly blond hair and blue eyes, and whenever he laughs his nose scrunches up. Most of his clothes used to be his brothers, but he prefers bright, colourful clothes that he can move around in easily. Has a scar on his left arm that he got about 6 months before Playing with Shadows when his arm got broken. To be honest, I didn't really have a concrete image in my head of what Mikey looked like when I started writing Playing with Shadows, until @yunisketch and @candyhearts0w0 drew fanart, and now whenever I think about DDMG Mikey, that's how I picture him.

[reveluving]

today's batmom thot of the day is:

Bruce's secret stash of your 𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙚 polaroids!

warnings: smut obv (minors DNI!), thirsty!Bruce is thirsty for his wife <;3

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Nobody loves you more than your husband. Anyone to claim otherwise, be it his children, Alfred or even your own staff (which were basically teenagers who now sees you as their mother, at this point), well, that'll only happen when hell freezes over.

The problem is? The man is always busy, as a renowned business by day and a renowned vigilante by night. So, he can't always spend time with you as much as he hopes for. So, naturally, when he's graced with the opportunity to be with you, no doubt he uses it like it's his last day on Earth.

But when he can't?

His nude polaroids of you are his saving grace.

You see that gif up there? That's him sneaking glances at those photos at any given time.

I've actually mentioned this fact in one of my drabbles! One of his favourite ones is kept in his wallet, stashed in the same slot behind your cafe's business card—if in any case his kids have his wallet for whatever reason, the last place they'd investigate is your card.

Or at least, he could only hope none of them ever stumble upon it.

If not, he knew you'd never let him keep another one. It's happened before, and he was lucky enough to find it.

But, was it worth traumatizing his father figure, who was unlucky enough to have found it?

What was it, you might ask?

It was during your honeymoon in Japan, your hotel room overlooking the city at night. He had on you the bed, his thumb nestled in your lips as he bottomed out. The spurt of cum trailing from your cunt up to your pretty glossy lips. The pure bliss on your face as you take his hard cock and oh, it never fails to make his blood run hot.

"Messy girl." He tutted with a sly smile, cooing at the mix of your drool and his cum coating his fingers. The magnificent view of the Tokyo Tower plus the skyscrapers surrounding it was an added benefit; a variety of neon lightly illuminating your room, enough for Bruce to see you in your glory.

He already took a good nine or ten photos of you on his phone before tossing it aside with your polaroid camera, where he's also used it on you for another three, one of which will definitely be his number one. For now, he wanted no interruptions, and loomed over you, the dangerous look in his eyes barely hidden behind his wet hair made it clear that he was beyond done with you. It wasn't until you whimpered and rolled against his hips that the look he had was accompanied by a smirk, knowing that you needed him as much as he needed you.

Yes, that honeymoon had to be one of the best ones he's ever had, and he's been to plenty with you.

The point is, his family has had enough trauma, for they've witnessed their fair share of 'unspeakable events' in the past regarding the two of you, be it in the bedroom, some gala, your cafe's storeroom.

But that's besides the point.

We've only talked about one of his utmost favourite polaroids, so you can bet your ass that he has more than just one! Those other favourites are stashed in the bedside table, his office desk, both in the mansion and his company, the Batcomputer's drawer, and the Batmobile. All of which were locked for his own use, of course.

He probably has at least 20, and counting, even, for your husband is not only a pleaser in bed, but an artistic one, as well. His muse? You, duh. Whether it's a polaroid of you in his oversized dress shirt only or nothing at all, these keepsakes are far more valuable than any art piece in any prestigious galleries. Better yet, they're priceless, for they belong to him and and him only.

a reupload. dumblr really testing me. going back to my IRL responsibilities cuz shit is crazy rn see yall in a few months tho <3 /j

[coolcattime]

So, I think quite a lot about a Mianite crossover with my and my friends OCverse of Libris, which obviously an AU just for me but I keep thinking about it and want to ramble about it for a bit so see under the read more for just my most self indulgent au ever.

Also like feel free to ask me anything about this au (as with any of my aus) cause I like rambling ^-^

So post timeline Mianite, the group is attempting to create a stable magic source for the world, and are doing this through attempting to temporarily borrow magic from another world then figure out a more permanent solution. They know in theory that they can do this, since Sonja has been using the notes Mot used for the portal to Ruxomar, alongside her Thaumcraft knowledge to have temporarily created a rift, she just needs help keeping it open for long enough to get something magical out. Given that most of the group is interested in having magic of some kind she's gathered enough people that she believes in theory she should be able to keep the portal stable. With Martha, Wag, and Mot helping, she begins to set up the ritual. Tom and Capsize are watching off at the side since neither are particularly knowledgeable on magic, but wanted to be there regardless.

Everything seems to be going fine, if a bit slow since Sonja notes that the rift appeared faster before. However, they all know that magic is more than a little unstable in this world so they assume that the difference is just down to that. Until Tom calls for help and the four look over to see a magical glow forming around Capsize. Realising that the rift is forming on Capsize, the group panics, with Sonja, Wag, and Mot trying to stop the ritual and Martha rushing over to the two hoping that whatever domain she had over magic will be able to shift the rift off Capsize and to somewhere safe. Unfortunately neither group succeeded, the glow consuming Capsize as well as Tom and Martha, intensifying before it suddenly collapses in on itself and when it does the three have disappeared and instead there are three strangers unconscious in the dirt. Panic pretty quickly sets in, Sonja calling the others over, as they examine a stranger. A purple skinned man with horns wearing an oversized sailor's coat, a kid with messy hair, and a woman in a fancy yellow dress that looks like Capsize in the same way that most of the alts look like each other. They clearly aren't the same person, especially as she lacks any of the drowned features Capsize has since her revival, but similar enough. With no clue of where the others are gone other than the three new people, they're left hoping they wake up soon to find out where they came from.

Please skip to the end for OC descriptions - I was going to put them here but they became very long info dumps so I thought putting them after everything else would let things flow better

At the same time as these events, on Libris, a small group of adventurers catching up with each other are interrupted by their employer, Atlanta, deciding to show them all why they've been summoned to what seems like a pretty normal hill. The three groups made up off Idric Ba'lor, Medli, and Altair Delphine; Katherine Delaney and Leontine O'Dora; and Orla Waspchild have all previously met, but don't travel together and are all as confused as each other when they're shown the valley below and its covered in an odd purple ooze. Atlanta explains that the stuff appeared in a small patch a few weeks ago, and since has spread to cover what it currently does though they are now using their powers to contain it at the current level. They have no idea what kind of ooze it is, but that it appears to have some sort of hive mind aspect. Either way, they want the group to figure out what the stuff is and hopefully a way to get rid of it - or at the very least a permanent containment method.

Going to the edge for a closer look, so of them confirm that none of them have seen or heard of any slime or ooze that works like this. Leontine notes that it works like a couple of dungeon molds but that none of them would be able to grow on the surface to this extent. She also notes that the mushrooms don't like the ooze, which everyone takes as a bad sign.

Medli presents the idea that the ooze might have come out of a crossing point, from one of the other planes of Libris. So possibly if they can figure out which plane, they'll be able to figure out weaknesses. This is seen as the best idea any of them have, but the difficulty would come that to confirm they'd need to get to the centre of the ooze to the original patch which would almost certainly be incredibly dangerous. During the discussion of if exploring in the ooze is necessary right now, Orla runs ahead with a call that she'll come back if she dies.

Everyone gives chase, ending up having to fight their way through as monsters appear seemingly summoned by the ooze. While they aren't too hard to fight back, they quickly have to rely on Altair's divination to track Orla as she ends up teleporting rapidly ahead when one of the creatures tries to hit her. During the chase, Katherine begins glowing, a fact that none of them think anything of as it seems like a pretty harmless surge effect. That is until they finally catch up to Orla. Idric grabs hold of her and makes a couple of jokes while telling her not to run off again. Then the glow begins to intensify and Katherine panicked calls for the others as it feels like she's being pulled by something.

The group jumps into action. Altair and Medli attempt to counter whatever spell is latching onto Katherine with no success. Orla, Idric, and Leontine rush over to try and help her - Orla and Idric reaching her as the glow appears to almost consume her. Leontine is only a step away when she's knocked back as the glow rapidly shrinks in on itself, their friends nowhere to be seen, seemingly replaced with three unconscious strangers. A zombie in a suit, a human woman with lilac hair, and a woman they assume is half sea elf and looks enough like Katherine that Altair wonders out loud if they're related. Medli and Leontine both panic in different ways. Medli quickly mutters under her breath all the reasons that her friends are actually fine, while Leontine freezes in place, the mushrooms spreading around her both through the ground and as spores.

Altair, realising that they need to regroup, grabs one of the unconscious people and manages to snap Medli out of her panicking to grab the other two. Medli is extremely hesitant to leave Leontine, but can't get through the mushrooms to try and calm her down, calling for her doesn't seem to be working. She reluctantly grabs the other two unconscious people, and joins Altair to be teleported back to Atlanta, having that whoever they are, they’ll know what just happened to their friends and that Leontine will be okay in the meantime.

(OC descriptions;

Atlanta - An androgynous individual that runs a secretive organisation that could, if one was looking for something to call it, be called a magic guild. Their powers primarily focus on the manipulation of space.

They are thin, have a buzz cut, and have the tendency to float everywhere due to the fact that they are missing both their legs (though they do have a wheelchair for when they're fatigued). Notable clothing is a light coat with a structured petticoat bottom

Idric Ba'lor - A young tiefling man that is a merchant and ship captain by trade but is also an experienced adventurer. A violinist bard, his powers are focused around the manipulation of music to create magic, with his “college” (less literal than some bards as he's self taught) focuses on literally enthralling performances that can charm people to his will. Despite his young age could very well be regarded as one of the most talented bards on Libris.

A tall purple skinned tiefling with one of his two horns, a broken stump. He has messy white hair and a tail he will use to gesture with and hold things. Notable clothing include an oversized blue sailor's coat embroidered with constellations and his own missing horn, bejewelled and turned into a necklace with cord.

Medli - A teenage water genasi who is Idric's best friend who has been travelling as a member of his crew since running away from her college/home when her situation there turned from terrible to life currently in danger. Another bard and violinist, she similarly creates magic through music, though her college on manipulation through fear. She was less than keen on these ideas and now that she's left has been studying magic on her own terms to the point of having expertise in arcane theory. A pacifist, Medli tends to use learned spells to heal or otherwise support her companions during combat and when left to her own devices will try to figure out non violent ways to solve encounters.

A blue skinned water genasi with patches of scales around her skin and long blue hair. She’s only just shorter than average height, but all her friends are so much taller than her so she looks extremely short in comparison. Notable clothing is a green blanket typically tied around her waist, featuring a sun on one side and a moon on the other, it’s embroidered with the same style as constellations as Idric’s coat.

Altair Delphine - A teenage aasimar divination wizard who is generally incredibly stressed. They met Medli during a time where they briefly transferred to her school, and met again after she had joined Idric’s crew. Altair has also joined Idric’s crew, though is also employed by Atlanta as an apprentice, a role Altair did not ask for but admittedly Atlanta expects very little and pays a lot so they go along with it. As a divinator, their magic focuses on reading people’s futures, thoughts, and locating people and objects. They cast spells by using tarot as a focus.

They are lanky with long lilac hair tied back into a thick braid. Their eyes and many patches of their skin appear to be made from stained glass, the parts of their skin directly around these patches being blue compared to their otherwise human skin tone. Notable clothing is a tailcoat with the sleeves cut off.

Katherine Delaney - A half-elf woman from a noble family. She can be incredibly anxious due to a previous adventure gone wrong, though she does her best to protect though that she cares about. A wild magic sorcerer, Katherine has the potential for incredibly powerful magic, and a certain amount of manipulation over her own luck. However, her magic is incredibly unstable and when casting she always has the chance of a surge of magic escaping her and causing unintentional effects.

A thin, bronzed-skinned half-elven woman of average height, Katherine is covered in freckles and has long curly brown hair. Notable clothing include a fine yellow dress that has no business being travelling clothes, and two necklaces on golden chains, one with a moon pendant and one with a blue crystal containing liquid.

Leontine O'Dora - An amnesic elven woman with a symbiotic relationship with sentient mushrooms. Originally hired by Katherine’s family to be her bodyguard, Leontine tracked her down when she had run away and the two have since started dating. Leontine is a spore druid, an exceptionally deadly fighter with her quarterstaff and the necrotic powers of the mushrooms, creating mushroom infested zombies of those she defeats when she needs extra help in a fight.

An usually tall elven woman with pale skin and short curly ginger hair. The mushrooms sit in her hair and will often appear on her skin like accessories. Notable clothing is a purple dress with a thick collar of feathers.

Orla Waspchild - A nine year old human with a black and white moral compass expected of a child her age. Orla was raised by her military leader parents, stationed on a blockage around an island in the middle of a particularly deep lake. One night she learnt of something terrible her parents were doing, attempted to flee the ship, and ended up falling overboard. She called out for help, and when none came from the boat, she called out to the waters themselves for help. She hit the water, and turned to lightning striking across the water until she reached the shore. That night Orla learnt of her uncanny ability to not die. Whether Orla should die, a magical effect happens and she doesn't.

A small child with messy hair and tanned skin. Notable fashion is a necklace formed of a ribbon with a bell with the ringer taken out as the pendant.)

[imvriix]

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ℌ𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶 .

featuring + contains ;; — griffith x fem! reader, angst, spoilers for those who have only seen the golden age arc, light cursing, overthinking

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you weren't sure what you were doing. after surviving the events of the eclipse, you lost sight of your path in life. you only ever had one goal, to survive and get by, using a way that made you happy. it was going so well too, until he had to just ruin it all for his own selfish and pitiful dream.

when he had opened up to you about his goal, you supported him, having no doubt in his abilities, but you wish someone had told you about the lengths he was willing to go to in order to achieve it.

you had come so far, you rebuilt your life and carved out your own path in a desperate search for meaning, yet finding none so far. how could you, when you had a constant reminder of that wretched day carved onto your body? but you were slightly thankful, as it attracted the most curious people to you. some with a knack for magic, some with great natural abilities, and some just talented warriors.

you were now the leader of your own band, a mix of both men and women united to try find what you yourself wish to stumble across, a new and pure meaning to your lives.

and they were sure it lay inside of you.

you were such a peculiar woman. so stoic and blank faced, yet so caring and protective. you always seemed emerged in your thoughts, off in a total daydream even whilst fighting as you got it over with within a few strokes, the look on your face always so distant. but the smarter people within the band noticed your occasional mischievous and playful attitude that you had stored away for so long.

you loved every person in your band, and they all loved you.

but you were so scared.

you were scared that there would be a repeat of the band of the hawk, you were scared that you would fail everyone you lead, you were scared that the meaning they thought they saw within you was nothing but a bunch of lies you had subconsciously believed them into thinking.

you were scared you were only leading them for your own need for meaning.

you were scared you were like griffith.

you missed everyone so much, every single one of them. except griffith.

yes, there was a mutual feeling of love between the two of you, but thinking about such a feeling being related to a man like griffith after the horrors you had seen, it just left you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

you just wanted to distract yourself, give yourself a chance to move on. you knew you shouldn't linger in the past, but you just couldn't do anything except do so. many noticed your constant alert state, worrying for you as you dismissed their concerns.

yes, you may have become more boring in your own eyes, but you were everyone elses safe place.

you sat on a tree stump as one of the children that travelled alongside your band sat on the ground in front of you, you hummed a tune as you brushed through the recently washed hair, making sure to not leave any knots.

right as you finished parting the childs hair down the middle, you got up as the kid did the same. you stared down at him for a moment as he looked at you nervously, unsure of why you were looking at him so intensely.

you let out a huff of fond laughter as you ruffled his hair, startling him as he yelled, " hey, what was that for- "

he was cut off as a dark haired man with blue eyes and a beauty mark above the corner of his lip walked towards you, dressed in full armour, " i heard a band marching this way, they are a few hours away. they're armed, and there's many of them. war demons, apostles, humans and the sort. " he states as your lips form a thin line, you nod, " alright, thank you, sergius. we will reach them before they reach us, tell the others to get their weaponry and armour ready. " you order as he smiles.

he truly did have incredible hearing.

" already been done. " he says proudly as you're face remains nonchalant, yet your eyes are a different story. " alright, ill issue orders once im ready. " you say as he nods, leaving.

the children that weren't yet trained enough to fight were still on the battlefield, yet they would instead observe the battle in order to polish their abilities and understanding further. you pay no mind to the young child staring at you with admiration as you get yourself geared up and ready for a battle.

you ride your horse to face the rows of warriors, each in their own suit of armoury and equipped with their weapons. you raise your sword into the air, " we are one. each of you is me and i am each of you. man, woman or child, when we are united, i will be unable to go down defeated. " you say as you lower your tone, " i refuse to lose my family once more. "

this leaves them confused, as they had never known much of you. not where you came from, how you created the band, why you were so distant, your past, your swordsman ship, none of it. you were a private person, always carefully crafting your words. they didn't want to pry either in case of making you uncomfortable, but they still tried to care for and comfort you, and that was so much more than you thought you deserved, simply scaring you further.

but this was the first time you ever truly said how you saw them and what they really were to you, and it encouraged them more than anything else ever would.

multiple roaring cheers were heard as you turned your horse, leading the way as sergius, a mage and the second best warrior in the band, second to you, close behind. you could hear and almost feel the happiness your band felt from your words behind you as you regretted not saying it quieter, or even letting the words slip at all. but the three behind you noticed the tinge of red on the tips of your ears.

you had been riding for hours, sergius directing you towards the marching band. you had been riding on a cliff, about to go down it as sergius stops you, " let's stay here, they're coming up as we speak. " he warns as you nod, the warriors ready with their weapons as the mage readied his celestial body and the second best warrior slid an arrow through her bow.

you had not unsheathed your weapon, patiently waiting for the band as you ordered, " do not attack until i tell you to. a cliff is not an ideal location for battle. " you said as the warriors held their breath in anticipation.

you felt the slight rumble of the ground as the army approached, a white stallion with a person in full white armoury riding it and leading the warriors. you had no intention to fight as you had only decided to ride out to see what the band was looking for, and if it was battle, so that they would not raid the area your band resided.

you unclipped your helmet as your hair fell around your shoulders. after the eclipse, you had stopped caring so much about being a female warrior and pretending to be a man like you did in your past band. you embraced your femininity, many deciding to secretly nickname you the " Goddess of War " whilst on the battlefield.

your like of sight reached the flag, you eyes widening at the familiar symbol, feeling the symbol on your abdomen become wet with blood seeping out of its lines engraved in your skin along. realisation hits as your memories flood into you, eyes glued to the man now taking off his own helmet, blue eyes staring at you in nearly as much shock as your e/c eyes, piercing into him.

your grip on your helmet tightens, " griffith. how sweet of you to visit me again. " you spit out, forcing a fake smile on your face as your eyes don't reflect it.

" y/n. " he murmurs as the shock leaves his eyes, both of you staring the other down. the woman at your side whispering, " should i shoot him down? im at a good angle. " she says as you shake your head, you gaze still fixed on the male as you say, loudly and clearly, " no. i wont let him die unless its with my own hands, is that clear? "

" so you do resent me still? " he asks nonchalantly, yet the tinge of sadness doesn't get past sonia. she's never felt this type of feeling radiate from griffith, it felt so strange, so bittersweet.

" am i not allowed to resent the man who ruined my life for his own childish dream? " you asked as he tensed, remembering how you had gone from supporting his dream to calling it childish, " but are you able to call it childish when it's coming to light? " he asks back.

" .. light, huh? they call you the hawk of light now, don't they? you used to be called the white hawk, weren't you? either way, they aren't fitting. you're no hawk of light, you're no white hawk, and you're no hero. you may have fooled those in your band, but do they know? about you? about your sins? about how you throw away those you've used until you no longer see any use for them? " you laugh.

" what is your point? " he asks sharply, making you snicker, " guess you've become a bit impatient. but do you want to know my point? " you ask.

" its to rob you of everything you worked so hard for. "

your smirk remains as both bands stare at the two of you, the new band of the hawk wondering if anyone had ever dared speak to griffith of all people that way, a mix of awe and disbelief among them, whereas your own band was unsure of what to do.

you hate him, that much they were sure of, so should they attack? but you hadn't told them to, but how could they allow their precious leader to smile so bitterly?

" .. everything I've worked for? " he repeats to himself, " you're too hung up on revenge, y/n. you, yourself have come far. you're own band of strong warriors, your name heard on the battlefield, hate me if you must, but nothing will stop me from accomplishing my dream. "

this makes you let out a giggle, then another, and another, until your heads thrown back and your hands raking through your hair as you laugh in his face.

" nothing? nothing? are you sure? you couldn't outsmart me when we were in the original band together, you never could. dont tell me that you think you're stronger than me all of a sudden just because you pathetically got yourself captured and tortured! if it wasn't for that damn amulet, you wouldn't be here. you only gave up your flesh for a year and sprouted wings, don't make me laugh, griffith. "

you spread out your arms, " this all belongs to me! those mountains, this land, everything. its all mine. " you say.

griffiths face was so priceless, he wasn't used to being talked to like this, he wasn't used to not understanding someones words.

" and im only a mere human. you may be the fifth member of the damn god hand, but you haven't got shit on me. " you emphasise as his band becomes rowdy, ready to charge yet his raises a hand, stopping them.

a man with curly black hair steps forward, " what gives you authority to speak in such a way? " his dark eyes bore into yours as you didn't take him seriously, giddy on adrenaline as your eyes mocked him, " you want to know why? it's because- "

your cut off when a young girl with blonde hair yells at you, " what do you know? griffiths a great leader, hes accomplished so much! he makes everyone happy and united apostles and humans, you dont hold a candle to him! " she defends griffith as a young man begins to freak out at her words.

griffith turns to her, about to tell her to calm down when you speak before him, " you look up to griffith, don't you? " you ask her as she nods enthusiastically, " what's your name? " you ask before griffth cuts you off, " you're business is with me, not my band. " he says as you ignore him, repeating your question as she answers, " sonia. "

" sonia, do you know what he did to get to this point? " you asked as she didnt reply, giving you your answer. you got off of your horse as griffith did the same, you walked towards one another and as you were bare inches apart you said, " he sacrificed the band of the hawk. the true band of the hawk, the one i was a part of and loved so dearly. he forced me to watch the people i lead die, and it was all his doing. the only reason he's here is because he got himself the egg of the king, the behelit. he'd have been nothing without it and its power. " you emphasised the last few words more as you stared at him directly, quickly unsheathing your blade as you got him to the ground.

you stare down at him, your expression now completely different. instead of it being full of mockery, it was now more gentle, more bittersweet and knowing. the nostalgia of the way you looked at him nearly brought him to tears, remembering it as being the exact same look you would give him when you fought side by side and he'd open up to you in private.

" do you all know what makes me superior to each of you? " you ask softly, yet loud and clear.

" my humanity. "

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[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 35 - apple cutting

I had a hard time with this episode first time around, especially because there is so much rambling at the beginning.

"He looked to be in his late teens, I’d guess." - This is how I narrow down Gerry's age. What's late teens? Teens go from 13 to 19. 16 would be middle, so he's definitely past that, so let's assume 18? maaaybe 17? We don't have a date of the event, but usually it's not more than a year before the statement is given. MAG 35 is given in 2002, so let's assume 2001 date of event? Can't be older than 2000, cause that's when Mastodon was formed. So Gerry is born in circa 1983/1984? That's about the estimation I like to think of^^

"He was dressed all in black, with heavy looking boots and a T-shirt with the logo of some band emblazoned on it, Megadon or Mastodon, or something like that. His hair was long and greasy, almost down to his shoulders, and looked to be dyed almost the same black as his clothes." - Metalhead!Gerry! He canonically listened to Mastodon as a teen, that is a metal band. If he's only half like the metalheads I used to hang out with, there is almost no chance he would listen to MCR. Thing is, he does have this trve edgelord vibe to him when we hear him, but I don't think he's as toxic as most of the metalheads are/were? (like holy shit, they can be toxic, that's why I said "used to"). He sounds like he's masking playing this act of hardboiled guy, but is genuinely kind and good and intelligent. So I'm not completely ruling it out, and by god, go for whatever hc you like, always! But generally, the whiny tone of emo as well as these depressing, over the top emotional themes are just something that I have seen very few of my metalhead or goth friends be into. I've been a metalhead/goth for… (oh god, I'm old) 18 years now (x.x), I did listen to Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge when it came out (still have the CD!) and I was super alone with this xD (Didn't like the slight style change in Black Parade, so I abandoned them then). AAAAANYWAY Fear Factory (I mean, come on, that band name!) is the perfect band for Gerry imo and this is the hill I will die on!! xD

From this episode I did remembered very well later on, that Leitner was Norwegian.

Leitner seemed like a real asshole in that episode as well.

"Alf kept asking Rachel if the corridor was getting narrower, and every time, she would dutifully measure the width and inform him that, no, it was exactly five feet wide. I couldn’t blame him, really, I’ve never had any sort of claustrophobia, but I was finding it hard, at points to catch my breath, to dismiss the feeling that the walls were pressing on me." - Buried tunnel. Also that is a concept Jonny really likes, it seems? MAG 41, MAG 50, now, Caroline in 13 Storeys also measures the hallways.

"We came to a crossroads. Or, more precisely, a star. The chamber was small, round and featureless, but there were doorways leading out in a circle. I counted thirteen, not including the one we had come in from." It was only this May when I realized that each passage was dedicated to an Entity xD

"The “kid”, who I think it is reasonable to assume is none other than Gerard Keay, remains just as impossible to contact as he ever was. " - that is a weird way to say that they couldn't reach someone because they're dead... Always struck me as odd.

God, I love Breekon & Hope! Recognized them immediately^^

It's an episode I often forget about until it happens.

[macaroni-rascal]

I was too tired yesterday to do a recap but then again, I have so. many. thoughts., so let's do this.

I didn't watch the jr men free, I bailed as soon as I heard Michael Buble. I like Adam Hagara the most of this batch of boys, something about his fundamentals gives me hope that he can only go up from here. The rest will probably get lost in their nations' deep fields, which is a shame.

The jr women were a veritable jewelry box full of the most precious gems and I can't wait to see them sparkle over the next decade or so. They were hands down the highlight of the weekend for me. And overall they had age-appropriate material, which I really appreciated.

The jr dance FD event was way messier than the RD and far less inspired. Kiliakov Jr. is a very good skater but his parental units belong in jail for this Duchesnay knockoff, I've only ever heard that stupid flute against my will. The winning Americans moved and skated really well, but it was to the melody and not the beat, which defeats the whole purpose of ice dance. Another egregious example of this elsewhere is Gauthier/Thieren's Woodkid. Nevertheless, it was nice to see skaters from different schools all do so well and have good basics. Btw, who knew the Canadian jr field was held together only by the strength of Noah's knee ligaments? Poor kid, I hope he can recover because Jordyn is so phenomenal.

Ava and Yohnatan are such diamonds, their skating makes me so happy and I hope they have a smooth transition into senior in a few years. Jaz and Kiki have amazing chemistry, but Oakville has been sending out these jr pairs that lack half the elements and it's been so nerve-wracking to watch. Idk, maybe send them to Milton a couple of times a week to get jumps? Also, ouch, what a rough skate for the little Flores sis, it all looked so painful. But omfg, the Georgians. I didn't think anything could be worse than their short, but I've seen their FS and their exhibition now and all I can say is WTF. Russia will round up its gay people but then send skaters out with the gayest programs imaginable with sense of zero irony. She can sort of pull off the theatrical dress but his outfit would blend in nicely behind a set of prison bars, which is where it belongs. That silly collar will haunt my dreams. And the little tiara? What if she flies head-first into the boards? Truly no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. Just a hot mess. And their ridiculous exhibition really took me out. Why was she dressed as an elf card dealer and why were her boobs around her neck? Did we really need to see this boy in his unmentionables? So many choices, so little sense. I loathe a gimmicky exhibition or program in general - if you're not H/B or Kurt or somebody like that, stay home.

Speaking of the exhibitions, I didn't bother with most of them, but the only ones who were able to pull off being playful without being cringe were Sara and Niccolo. G/F's exhibition looks like something C/B would do as a competitive program. And if I hadn't cancelled G/P already over their other material, this country-ass Woody and Bo Peep exhibition would've been it for me. But this is the same team that skated to Evita during an economic downturn when Paul comes from LatAm colonial money, so my expectations of them are so low as to be subterranean. And Ilia tripping on that stupid hat tells me that he needs to learn the first rule of ice dance: NO HATS!!! None - no elaborate headgear, no easily detachable hair accessories, no hair pieces heavier than the skater's head, nothing! Rules #2 and #3 are, naturally, keep your ass off the ice and don't mess up the twizzles. That's it. You'd think there'd be more to it than that, but no. A skater might think they're being innovative by putting excessive shit in their hair, but they're actually being dumb (as an example, watch Bobrova/Solovyev's OD in Vancouver and how their sailor hats kept sliding into their eyeballs). Btw, Ted saying that Kevin had an uncharacteristic meltdown in the free had me cackling - Theodore, that was exactly on-brand for Kevin, where the hell have you been? If anything, his recent consistency has been the anomaly. Smfh.

I guess the senior events will have to be a separate message lol.

I'm going to take your word on all of this, Fashionista Nonny, because I didn't watch any of the juniors, and I rarely, if ever, watch any of the gala. So I am going to defer to you and just say I agree with you across the board because I trust you implicitly.

[ry0chann]

ty @ry0m3n for tagging me!! was definitely surprised to see your ship with Geto but omg you guys are so cute!

(all my answers are under the cut just so the post isn't long on the tl haha)

your anime selfship person

❥ Ryomen Sukuna (but in a modern au where he's a businessman😌)

your ship name

❥ Madikuna

what do you call each other?

❥ Sukuna calls me literally any name that isn't my own. but it's mostly (my) love, darling, baby, and princess. the only time he'll use my full name is if he's being serious, something similar to a parent LMAO

❥ i'm not too fond of pet names, so i usually just call him by his name, or variations of it; Ryo, Suku, and Kuna. occasionally i'll call him baby, but it's prefaced with one of his other nicknames

who confessed first?

❥ i did, of course. i tend to get super anxious about my feelings, and when they get really strong i sorta just tell the person bc i can't keep it to myself any longer. he was really sweet about it, and nonchalantly implied that he felt the same. though that was really obvious with the way his face got red

how long have you been together?

❥ about a two years. we might've rushed into things, in regards to our relationship, bc we had only know each other for roughly a year before getting together. but we surprisingly clicked almost immediately so it all felt right

are you affectionate?

❥ shockingly he's more (physically) affectionate than i am. that's only bc i still get really flustered around him sometimes, so it's really common for him to initiate hugs or kisses. especially in public omg— he's always holding my hand or kissing my cheek. i'm more affectionate in private. mostly in bed when we're cuddling, but i tend to cling to him regardless when we're home

living together/married?

❥ we live together! we've only been living together for a couple months, but it's been lovely. maybe it's a little soon, but i used to live far from him, so it was hard to make time for each other, bc of his job and everything. therefore moving in together was a nice compromise

❥ we aren't married but it has been something we've talked about. i've told him that i want to eventually get married, and he's told me that marriage was never anything he wanted. however, he also told me that if he were to ever get married, he'd want to marry me. he thinks he's slick— acting like he doesn't care— but he's not

kids?

❥ no children atm and probably not for a very long time. personally, i want at least one, while he wants none. but we also tend to uh, "not be very careful" so ig we'll cross that bridge when we get there

what your friend group looks like?

❥ very very small. we don't really have much of a shared friend group. Sukuna doesn't like anybody, he merely tolerates people, so he doesn't have many friends. it's like one or two people from work, but they're on thin ice haha. i have a couple close ones that i've known for a while, but that's it

how you get along w your friends?

❥ i'm a pretty friendly person so i get along with his "friends" well. the only reason he gets along with mine is bc i tell him he has to. in all honesty, he doesn't have a problem with them, he just doesn't care for them ig. it's all cordial though, on both ends, which is good

night in or night out?

❥ i prefer nights in, he prefers whatever i prefer. more often than not though, we're going out bc he has the money to spend and likes to spoil me 😇

your favorite date?

❥ he took me on a dinner cruise once bc of some event for his job and omg it was gorgeous. we got to get all dressed up and got to eat under the stars, like something out of a movie. that same night he told me he loved me (for the first time) when we were in bed, so it's definitely my favorite date we've had

~tags (no pressure, do it if you'd like to!) @suguruwrx @stupidlittleangel + anybody else that wants to

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The Other Side (Part 4)

Summary: a story about love and reincarnation

Warnings: none, song: please I recomend you to listen 'Ace of Hearts by Zella day' since a think is a beautiful song and match the romance, especially this chapter in the end.

»Thank you for being receptive with the fic.This chapter is in the same day as the other, if you look carefully at the details, you'll see.Also let me now if any of you wants to be tagged! «

Gabriella didn't know exactly how the visions started, she just remember feeling really nauseated at the time.However, she went to different doctors and psychiatrists that never find anything, but tried to put the fault in the fact that "she was abandoned, by her real mother" and it somehow caused a “trauma".

She always knew, since childhood, that she was adopted.At the age of 5, in a saturday morning her 'mother' came up and told to both of the kids that she wasn't her daughter by blood.But that it doesn't really matter, because the first time she saw her, she knew, she was meant to be her daughter and Julia's sister.The little girl only smiled answering a "love you,mommy”.

Now, old enough to understand, Gabriella couldn't be more grateful for everything that her and Julia, did to her.She would be forever grateful, the way they made her feel home and happy, never ending.She couldn't ask for more, but the same for them.

But yet, this never explained why she had the visions she had.The doctors could be right, if it wasn't for the fact that she was abandoned when a baby.Now all that she could think about was that.She was worried.She didn't know the meaning of a coffee "overflowing blood" , but she was damn sure she saw it happening, in front of her eyes.However the fear of being discovered as a “crazy lady in london", was worst so she just left the cafeteria, putting the pennies at table.

It has been only one day, that she was in London and confusion was something she felt the most part of the time.Her phone rangs and with cold hands she grabbed.

“Hello?"

“Hey, Gabs" she heard the voice of her sister on the other side of the line and tried to play it cool.

“Hey"

“Are you okay?" she could tell something wasn't right just by the tone.It was hard to lie to Julia.

“Yeah, right, I just had a headache. How was it?”

“It was fine, they told me everything I needed to know before I start on Monday." There we're a loud noise of people on the other side and apparentely some yelling.

“Look, Joe called me saying that he has some of kinda of invitation to us, and asked if we could find him at mall"

“At the mall?”

“Yeah, he told me that whatever where were going I have to use a dress, and not pants and a pair of boots"

Gabriella laughed at how annoyed she sounded.

“Are you laughing?"

“No, I'm sorry, but I think he's right, I don't understand why you never use a dress."

“It's not like is never, besides I think pants are more comfortable"

“Yeah, right"

“Ok, so find me at the mall, 12 PM?”

“Fine"

[...]

“Joe, this is really necessary?"

Julia asked annoyed after trying the third dress of the day.

“Of course it is, there's going to be a lot of ladies dressed like that"

She looked at the mirror, the dress wasn't bad, it was black, long and loose, she even liked it, but she still thought that her pants, sweater, boots and olive jacket was better.

“You're not gonna tell us where kind of event we're going, that requires those fancy dresses?”

“All you need to know is that a friend of mine invinted me, and me being the best guy that I am,I'm gonna bring you two with me and well now I'm buying you a dress.”

"What a gentleman" Gabriella says smiling and looking at the shoes she was putting.

“That's the time you two should say, 'oh my god Joe, you're the best!' "

“I really hope, you're not setting up one of us in a date"

“What's the problem?I see that you finally broken up with that prick so that means you're single and Gabi too"

She rolled her eyes adjusting the strap of the dress.

“Are you not going to tell us the name of your friend?"

"Yeah your 'best mate' " she faked the british accent laughing and receiving a hard look.

“Well you now" he posed in front of the mirror touching his hair and looking back at the two girls. “No one special, just Ben, I mean Benjamin Jones"

Realization came to Julia's eyes and she arched her eyebrows.

“Benjamin, wait, what?!” Gabriella took one minute to assimilate the sentence, a little shocked.

“Benjamin Jones?Are you joking?God, I can't , he's a genius!

“Yeah and happens to be a really nice guy too, I told him about you and he offered to go."

“I didn't know you two where friends"

“Well, we are, and I think you'll like him”

“Of course she will, he's intelligent, handsome and a journalist.I would kill to have a conversation about politics or anything with him"

Julia rolled her eyes again, shaking her head at her sister, smiling.

“Yes he's really talented and everything, but now I really need to decide which dress, because we don't pretend to expend all the day here right?And since you want your conversation we need to walk" her sister nodded enthusiastic.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect"

[...]

Outside the night seemed cold, only lights iluminating,sky without stars.The blond man looked through a window taking another sip of his whisky.

“Benjamin Jones!"

The voice of his boss echoed and he turned around giving him a quick smirk.

“Mitchum"

Mitchum Huntzberger was the editor-in-chief of 'The Front Page' one of the most influent journals in town.

“How are the things?"

It was really ironic to say that they were friends, since the beggining Mitchum made it clear their positions in journal: his being the editor-in-chief, and Benjamin, well a mere journalist who had the lucky of become famous.The truth was, Mitchum really liked Jones job, but refused himself to recognize that he was, in fact, a better journalist than he, Mitchum Huntzberger, could ever be.

“Fine"

“Did you enjoy yourself at this party?There's a lot of ladies here, for all types."

Ben always hated the way he treated woman around him, objectifying them.

“Yeah I see they're all interisting”

“You should give yourself a night of relief, if you know what I mean, if you keep yourself working like a dog, you might loose the taste."

Benjamin thought that at any moment he could throw the man in front of him out of the window, but infortunately he liked and needed his job.

“Thanks for your worry Mitchum, but I'm not looking for anyone tonight." he took another sip “I might let the chances for you"

He tapped his boss shoulder walking across the room, lefting the man alone, grateful that he didn't followed him.He step aside the tall man sighing tired.

“TED talks with the boss"

“I swear I could throw him trought the bloody window”

“The feeling is mutual, my friend, but think at least now we have a reason to toast"

Ben laughed.

“To our dick 'editor-in-chief'"

They hit the glasses, drinking all the whiskey.

“Joe is really coming?"

“I guess so, I offered to him to bring to girls"

“Two girls?" Gwilym smirks intentionally at his friend.

“What?”

“Nothing you just offered to him to bring two girls and I am the desperate for love"

"Oh shut it"

He shake his head seeing his other friend entering the party.

“Joe!" he talk out loud as the music start playing in some waltz rhythm.

“Ben!" he hugs his friend tapping his back.“Gwil!"

“Give me a drink please" Joe says to the man who has been serving the drinks. “So how is the party"

“Sublime" Gwilym says ironicaly and the blond one denies with his head, smirking.

“Well I have two interisting people to apresent to you, so maybe you night could be less boring." he blinks at Ben and he reply with a mouthful "yeah".

Joe turns around going into the direction of the two girls, one of them with a short hair and other with long.

At the moment she turns around to look at them Benjamin could hear his heart skip a beat and his eyes focuse in her moviments.The resemblance was haunting.She had exactly the same pale skin, freckles on it, dark brown eyes and hair except for the fact that it was shorter than he remembered.He could feel his stomach drop, he didn't know if he was seeing was true or not, but she was there in front of him vivid and real just as his dream.No she wasn't pleading to live, neither crying or even dead.She was alive, right in front of him looking at his eyes and smiling politely as he continued staring, reminding himself of his dream.

“Ben this Julia, Julia this Ben, well Benjamin, but we call him Ben"

And he took her hand, an eletricity running trought their palms as he shaked it gently.He was sure she felt it too, by the way she looked away, at his friend.However her eyes always find his again after some minutes.

In the other side of the room Gabriella stopped, she could feel it happening again as she tried to approach the group of friends.Blinlink a few times, she looked at them.

Her eyes widened at the sight in front of her.No, she couldn't be dreaming.At one minute she was in a room, a party, but now everything seemed out of place and time.Her blood started to boil, she didn't understood why they're dressed like that, with old clothes and accessories, like in era of the queen victoria and the books that she read before.Whatever it was, it wasn't her sister or Benjamin, they looked so different, so

“Gabriella!"

She didn't felt when she fell on the ground and before she could even reply everything went black.

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Grace & Janis

Grace: UGH Grace: tell me your secrets Grace: this boy will NOT take a hint 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: My secrets on repelling lads? Charming 😏 Grace: OMG I meant on getting people to leave you alone Grace: but if you do have any obvs Grace: 😂 Janis: Being real mean and telling 'em to fuck off usually works Janis: but not always case in point ☝ Grace: It's like he thinks it's a challenge now Grace: Like NO Janis: Love a challenge Janis: don't tell Mia Janis: do you not rate him at all or what? Grace: idk it's not that Grace: there's just TOO MUCH build up at this point Grace: he's highkey Janis: You reckon you ain't gonna meet expectation then, I get it Janis: just 'cos he wants it don't mean you gotta, you know Janis: can still get what you want out of it though Grace: if he tells everyone that I can't I'll have to kms Grace: boys talk too, remember? Janis: Yeah but who cares Grace: UM ME OBVS Grace: now he thinks I'm like playing hard to get Grace: not hard to want Janis: Just bite the bullet and do it then Janis: if it's shit you can blame him Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: oh please! who do I have in my corner rn? Grace: can't work the narrative on my own Grace: just tell me what to say so he'll FINALLY get the message Grace: like I'm too good for him or something Grace: you always do that Janis: Why not? Her word ain't law no matter what she reckons, you know Janis: Assumedly unless he's so un-you-type that he's a decent lad Janis: Who is he, does he go to our School Grace: he's from some posh school that Mia didn't get into Grace: but she knows him Grace: FOCUS Janis Janis: ew Janis: he's probably a snob anyway Janis: and it don't matter what he's chatting to his mates Janis: you're sure Mia isn't like Janis: setting you up here or Grace: OMG Grace: what if she is Grace: he's like WAY persistent Grace: 😱😱😱 Janis: Didn't wanna be that bitch but Janis: she is Janis: all the more reason to a. not fuck him b. have a good time and leave him wishing you would Grace: DUH Grace: but like I said expectations are soooooooooooooo OTT Grace: idk Janis: so? Janis: you can do it Janis: boys are easily impressed Janis: lbr Grace: what if he IS a snob tho!? Grace: 🤔🤔🤔 Janis: We're rich Janis: he don't need to know the specifics Janis: know how to behave, have to deal with Ri and Buster so Grace: true he's soooo Grace: ugh Grace: still, NEED to shop if this is happening Grace: this is what I mean, such an EVENT Grace: & if I'm not even gonna shag him LIKE 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: The amount of clothes you have Janis: really Grace: don't start Grace: do I have clothes to snare a posh boy?! Think not Grace: If I've worn it before I LITERALLY CAN'T Grace: I'm telling you he's EXTRA Grace: trying to impress here Janis: 🙄 Janis: Well let's not act like it's a hardship, any excuse to shop with you Janis: so go for it Grace: UM rude Janis: 😂 Come on Janis: you should have a share in Topshop at this point Grace: If I did I wouldn't need to impress any lads 💸💸💸 Janis: 'Course Janis: forgot you were in it for the 💰 Grace: Excuse you, not Ri Grace: wish she was here tho Janis: Sure she can spare time to facetime you if nowt else Grace: you'd think Grace: ugh Grace: this family, only around when you don't want them Grace: so typical Janis: Preaching to the choir Grace: did mum & dad catch barista boy the other night?? Grace: assuming not as you haven't died of shame Grace: sooooooooo cringe Janis: Don't think so Janis: Not that I was trying to sneak, just don't want them to chat to him Janis: or me, for that matter Grace: OMG dad would try & feed him Grace: LET IT GO Janis: Don't Janis: I have to have dinner with his family, and his Dad's girlfriend Grace: 😱😱😱 Grace: next level cringe Janis: Yeah Janis: idc about the kids they're cool but Grace: his little brother is sooooooooooo cute 😍😍 Grace: & not to be a bitch but better at art than your bf Janis: 😂 Janis: alright go on a date with him Grace: if I was 6 I would Janis: You weirdo Janis: 😏 Grace: whatever he's adorable shhh Grace: Asia's little brother is 👾 like actually soooooooo mean Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: Know the feeling, babe Grace: bitch don't be calling me out Grace: I'm so nice Janis: 😏 Janis: so self-centred, you know there's 10 of us Janis: could be talking about any one of yous Janis: talking 'bout you all, as it goes but Grace: you're the mean one 👌👌👌 Grace: are you still gonna help me with my OOTD or not? Janis: Never Janis: so shocking you would suggest that Janis: yeah, go on then Grace: don't be a bitch when I spam you with dressing room selfies Grace: the lighting is literally designed to make us wanna kill ourselves Janis: 🐸🍵 Janis: hot take Grace: 🐸 to 👸 🤞 Janis: Don't be tryna lips the sales assistant Janis: she don't get paid enough for that Grace: if I'm not getting any from my date Janis: 🙄 called that in the air Janis: no need to have that many sleepovers Grace: 😂 Grace: Mia obvs would have invited you babes if that was true Janis: 🤢 it's gross 'cos it's true Grace: should we throw her a coming out party or?? Grace: It is pride month Grace: before you know it Janis: 😂 Bitch I wish you would Grace: if I knew that was all it would take for you to like me Grace: 💔💔💔 Janis: What, dragging that bitch? No duh Janis: You been knew Grace: she's the only one who thinks being gay is a drag Grace: idk why even Grace: I'd love that, boys are the WORST Janis: 💔 Janis: The tragedy that is hetrosexuality Grace: I know, right? Grace: so unfair Grace: but like I'd just be worried that the girl is hotter than me the whole time anyway so Janis: 😂 Janis: Looks like you can't win, babe Grace: Truly Grace: [sends first potential outfit] Grace: 😱😱😱 LOOK at this! UGH I wanna die Janis: It isn't that bad, calm down Janis: the colour is a bit Janis: though, so yeah, keep looking Grace: No way this assistant is getting 💋 now thank you Grace: you're more help & that's Grace: just weird Janis: not working on commission Janis: though I should charge Grace: IOU Grace: whenever Janis: Whatever Janis: nbd Grace: I'm serious, not THAT much of a bitch Grace: [sends outfit option 2] Grace: OMG!! HOW ARE THEY GETTING WORSE! Grace: 🤢🤢🤢 Janis: Nah, don't even bother to hang that back up Janis: why are they selling that Grace: gonna have to be ✂ out & buy it anyway Grace: 😭😭😭 Grace: who it is for? cos I DON'T know her? Janis: Don't be stupid Janis: you're just flapping Janis: get your woman to help Grace: sure cos she's been sooooo helpful so far Grace: this is the worst day of my actual life Janis: 🙄 Janis: get your arse outta that and into something decent 'fore I have time to address that please Grace: [outfit 3 cos we know you ain't stuck bitch calm down] Janis: That's better Janis: it's a decent fit Janis: not slag short but you don't look like a nun either Grace: yeah but it needs to be 🔥 not just better than the worst this shop has to offer Grace: so what's bad about it? Grace: Gotta improve Janis: Not crazy about that Janis: idk what you'd call it Janis: but the frilly hem Janis: bit cutesy Grace: 👌👌👌 Grace: same Grace: not a mood Janis: Will they ever stop bringing the 90s back Janis: the real question Grace: IKR Grace: over it Grace: never was about it but like go off Grace: OMG he's sent me the place we're going, search it for me to check I won't get thrown out for looking like a slag Grace: [sends deets] Janis: Bit fancy for a usual teenage lad but nothing too pretentious you gonna get kicked out Janis: You can deal Grace: so like???!! Grace: [outfit 4] Janis: Grace, that isn't the right size Janis: it's 10x too big for you Grace: Are you even looking at the same picture as me?! Janis: Yes bitch Janis: it has potential but you need the size down at least Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: 👌 wait Grace: [take 2] Janis: Way better Janis: can actually see you have a body Grace: I s2g if you're trolling me rn Grace: I will kill you Janis: I ain't, that's how it's meant to look Janis: not 2 foot of extra material Grace: I don't wanna do this Grace: no offense Grace: not this specifically Grace: just ugh Janis: Why not Grace: idk I haven't been to the gym in FOREVER Grace: & none of this is working either Janis: so you feel shit Janis: what's a better way to feel better about yourself than having a boy all 😍 and Mia all 😡 Grace: but what if it goes wrong Grace: I haven't been on a date date for ages either Grace: & not to like Grace: wherever this is Grace: like excuse me while I load up a tutorial about which fork to use when 🙄🙄 Janis: It won't Janis: you're chatty, you're the nice one Janis: unless he's really boring or a dick then like Janis: that's on him Janis: if anyone is suited to dates, it's you Grace: Oh please Grace: anyone can be chatty & nice when they want a boy to get off with them at a party Grace: even you Janis: Yeah? Why didn't I then Janis: Massive virgin you reckon Grace: duh cos you don't want to Grace: waiting on your rom-com moment with barista boy obvs Janis: 😑 piss off Grace: it's not shade babes Grace: it's like the opposite Janis: It's you that likes rom-coms, not me Grace: everyone's jealous for a reason tho Grace: not saying I am cos EW Grace: kms Janis: Nice save Grace: OMG shut up Grace: you know what I mean Janis: Whatever Janis: not trying to make you jealous Grace: I'm just saying Grace: he's actually a decent boy & he likes you & knows how to treat you Grace: how often is that happening around here? Janis: not with the lads you like Janis: not all of 'em are cunts Grace: CAN YOU NOT Grace: so rude to me Janis: it's not, it's your taste Grace: OMG didn't open my mouth to be attacked Grace: thank you Janis: 🙄 calm down Grace: you first Grace: you're so mean literally ALL the time Janis: Not telling you exactly what you wanna hear isn't mean, Mia Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: whatever Grace: this was a bad idea Janis: You're so dramatic Grace: and? Grace: we've established you want me to change my entire personality Grace: get over it Janis: I don't give a shit Janis: I said you should Janis: then you wouldn't be 😭 all the time Grace: you have no idea Janis: Mhmm Janis: your struggle is so unique and complex Grace: no, but it's mine & you don't want any part in it so don't comment Janis: Nah Janis: I can do what I want Grace: yeah exactly Grace: it's so easy for you Janis: 🙄 Janis: sure Grace: I am Grace: I'd love not to care, babes Grace: such a mood Janis: then grow a pair and do it Grace: I can't Grace: I'm not you Janis: Not a requirement Grace: isn't it? Grace: if I put in as much effort or lack of as you, no boys would be falling in love with me Grace: trust Grace: they don't now Janis: you can't control other people, that's why Grace: I can't control what I look like either Janis: well you do so Janis: lie Grace: no I don't Grace: I have to be so extra to get anyone to pay attention to me Grace: you don't, you never would Janis: It's not a comparison to be made Janis: look at where you're looking to get attention from, like I said Grace: THAT'S the lie Grace: I'm compared to every sister we've got Grace: especially you Janis: and I'm not? Janis: People are dicks Grace: it just matters Grace: like it or not Grace: so I have to care about it Janis: Why Janis: you think you're gonna suddenly be hotter than Ri or a model like Billie 'cos you try Janis: that won't happen and people are still gonna chat Grace: so what I let myself be a 2 cos I can't be a 10? Grace: Like I wanna be alone forever Janis: People like what they like, you can't control it Janis: if you felt like a 10, it'd be irrelevant Grace: well I don't so it's not Janis: aren't you bored Grace: do you care? Janis: asked didn't I Grace: Like that means anything Grace: I asked you for help it doesn't mean it'll save my date disaster Janis: 🙄 Sod you then Grace: sure Janis: 👌 Grace: thanks for the help Grace: wasn't like a totally tragic attempt Janis: Like I care Janis: you try so hard you should have it figured out by now Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: Bye then Janis: have fun on your date Grace: I'll try Grace: obvs Janis: Got to stay true to type Grace: exactly Janis: go with the last one you tried on Janis: welcome Grace: The search continues Grace: stopping at like 4 lacklustre outfits? UM NO Janis: yeah how crazy not to waste another 4 hours having emotional breakdowns in a changing room Grace: how crazy to bother going on this date at all if I'm not bringing it Grace: bitch please Janis: so pick 4 Grace: it's not good enough Grace: need a jaw dropping moment duh Janis: 🙄 Grace: I don't need anymore help don't do yourself an injury Janis: yeah you do Janis: call one of your friend Grace: No I don't Grace: rude bitch Janis: found an outfit then? no Grace: I can do it Grace: I'm not that tragic Janis: 👌 Grace: such 🔥 advice from you, babes Grace: that's the secret Janis: You said it yourself, I don't need to try Janis: boohoo Grace: duh why I asked Grace: if I was gonna ask my friends I could just ask myself Grace: 🙄🙄 Janis: Well you ain't listening and apparently can't 'cos you ain't me so how did you think it'd work Grace: I am listening I'm just choosing to ignore you Grace: cos I don't trust you Janis: well then why waste both our time asking Grace: IDK Grace: I thought maybe you'd hold off being a judgey bitch for long enough Janis: Oh fuck off Janis: You're literally asking for judgment Janis: and I gave it you Grace: of the clothes not EVERYTHING else Grace: I feel bad enough thank you Janis: I haven't said shit Janis: it's you Grace: you're always shading me Grace: check back in with yourself & this convo Grace: not even passive aggressive just aggressive Janis: I said you had shit taste in men and friends, which is true Janis: and that's all I've said so jog on Grace: no, you're making fun of me for trying when I literally told you I have to Janis: No, I'm not Janis: you're saying how hard it is so I'm telling you to not Janis: ask why that bothers you so much Grace: if it wasn't hard I wouldn't have to, would I? Grace: I'd just be walking around #effortless like you Grace: you acting like crying in a dressing room is such a big joke bothers me Janis: You can, literally you are the only person stopping yourself Janis: If being you is harder than all this effort then you've got bigger problems than what dress to wear on this date Grace: I'm aware Grace: but one thing at a time, hun Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: Priorities, Grace Grace: oh excuse me Grace: I'll just put everything on hold while I address being me 👌👌 Janis: well bitch Janis: what is your excuse Janis: just do it before you're 40 your midlife crisis would be tragic Grace: 😂😂😂 Grace: best advice yet obvs Grace: maybe you should charge, babes Janis: That's the plan Janis: you owe me, remember Grace: & you're taking it in 💸 yeah? weird flex but sure Janis: what else have you got Janis: don't look enough alike I can force you to go to this dinner so Grace: You could literally make me do ANYTHING & that's what you're going with? Grace: Having a bf has obvs changed you Grace: real tragedy Janis: Clearly not as mean as you reckon Janis: gutted Grace: for you, you had being a savage going for you at least Janis: Mhmm Janis: one moment I'm #effortless the next I've got nowt Janis: give it up, kid Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: didn't say that Grace: also am literally older than you, bitch Janis: what are you saying Janis: you don't make no sense, babe Grace: your looks are effortless, your personality needs work Grace: but nothing is going too far Grace: you're got an IOU Grace: & the barista whose speech you're stealing now like Janis: Go me Janis: 👏 Grace: mhmmm Janis: Poor Gracie Janis: enough cafes about, do a crawl, get you your own Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: & I'm not listening to you, sure Grace: that'll solve all my problems rn thanks so much Grace: I don't wanna go on the date I agreed to Janis: Only 'cos you're nervous Janis: you aren't sworn off of dick are you Grace: you told me not to shag him Grace: so not the point Janis: You aren't on a ban Janis: just not him in case Mia is scheming Grace: you don't know what self imposed rules I'm living by Janis: 😂 Really Grace: Better story than nobody being interested Grace: schemes aside Janis: 🙄 come off it Grace: Oh sorry are you not living for my honesty Janis: you said it, anyone can get lads to get off with them Janis: so that ain't what you want either Grace: I also told you it's been ages Grace: & never said that's what I want anyway Janis: well you ain't forgot, like Grace: 😂😂😂 Grace: what it's like to have an actual boyfriend maybe Janis: maybe Janis: like he's maybe several squirrels in a boy suit Grace: You're so weird Grace: what am I meant to do with that Janis: Says you Janis: You've had boyfriends, ain't you, like, what do you mean Grace: not really Janis: ? Grace: I've had boys Grace: sometimes they wanna get off with me more than once Grace: I'm not going to family dinners Grace: I'm not even #official Janis: Oh Janis: Okay Janis: well I'm just going to this dinner to piss off his Dad so like Janis: but I don't know Janis: it's Janis: nice Grace: Well you'll be amazing at that Grace: what's his dad's thing? Grace: why he so idk Janis: 👍🖕 cheers, bitch Janis: He don't like me but he's just a moody twat in general Grace: you should play the race card at dinner Grace: that'll really get to him Janis: 😂 Janis: Probably ain't looked at me long enough to notice Grace: it'll make him uncomfortable anyway Grace: I get comments on my vids all the time Janis: Idk why you keep doing it Grace: obvs Grace: you don't know anything about me Janis: 🙄 Janis: it wasn't a read Janis: I'm just saying Janis: all the trolling you get Grace: I'm just saying Grace: It's a fact Grace: we don't know each other Grace: another reason I asked for your help before, duh Janis: How's that make sense Grace: what do you even mean? Janis: How'd you reckon I could help you if I don't know you, is what I mean Grace: cos I'm not trying to be myself Grace: so you don't need to Grace: get in, make him want me, get out Grace: but not the real me, just whoever he wants me to be Grace: or thinks I am already whatever Janis: It would help if I knew him, or you did Janis: not all boys like one look Janis: contrary to what you might think Grace: I know enough Grace: & I know the kind of boys Mia is 'friends' with Grace: I'm not as stupid as you think Janis: then why do you need my help Janis: Jesus Grace: I didn't need it Grace: I just wanted it Grace: like I said, I've got no backup Janis: have you tried on any more or what Janis: what are you even doing Grace: I'm in a different shop Grace: excuse you Janis: Oh God Janis: Are you gonna be this unbearable if I come find you? Grace: I can go harder, bitch Grace: Is this a test? Grace: this one's got more potential Grace: so not sorry Janis: Shut up, do you want me to come or nah Grace: not really Grace: can't mute you in person Janis: Fuck you then Grace: Like you said, I feel shit Grace: do I need you adding to it? 🤔 Janis: I was coming to help 'cos I felt sorry for you but literally get to fuck Grace: yeah your pity is really gonna help Grace: I'd rather die Janis: FYI then, you're coming on strong with the sobstory Janis: not a mood Grace: thanks Janis: 👋 Grace: 💋 Grace: [later] Grace: my phone's dying tell mum & dad where I am so they don't get extra Janis: Alright Janis: another IOU though Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Grace: whatever Grace: I've got money so Grace: haven't shopped THAT hard Janis: Nah Janis: like I ain't gonna rise to the challenge Janis: HATE to disappoint Grace: awkward considering how often you do it Grace: but sure Janis: Whatever you say 😏 Grace: Mia's still walking around being THAT bitch so yeah Grace: disappointed™️ Janis: sounds a bit like you want me to murder her...? Grace: 😂 Grace: better idea Grace: come with me Janis: Twin murder Janis: someone's got to have beat us to that 👯 Grace: UM HELLO!? I'm being serious Grace: come on the date with me & she'll die Janis: 🤔 Janis: Hmm Grace: you know I'm right Grace: you don't even have to have a good time as long as the #s say you do Grace: not like I'm seeing this boy again you can literally leave after pics Janis: Yeah, alright Janis: I'll ask Jim, as long as he ain't busy then why not Grace: yay! Grace: 👌👌👌 Grace: persuade him babes Janis: Sometimes he has to look after his sibs it's not that easy but I'm asking Grace: tell him I'll take a shift Grace: I'm an amazing babysitter Janis: dope, you gotta come on your own date 😂 Grace: I mean as an IOU like Grace: so you two can go on one that you actually wanna Grace: 💖💖 Janis: I'll throw that out too Janis: Yeah, he'll do it Grace: OMG Grace: yay Grace: wear something she'll hate Janis: Know I said it weren't that posh but reckon trackies are a no-go Janis: but she hates everything I do so not hard still Grace: duh just look 🔥🔥🔥 Grace: she thinks you can't Janis: Yeah right Janis: 👌🍆 Janis: established Grace: don't be borrowing any of my clothes to do it bitch, I saw that! Janis: Don't worry, I won't 😂 Grace: HOW DARE Grace: that dress was in reach of you for a reason Grace: not like it's my fave Janis: Should hope not Janis: it got the job done Grace: I'm not wearing it on the date so chill Grace: or like EVER now you have Janis: 🙄 Janis: I'm not diseased Grace: bitch you 'grammed it Grace: do you wanna share clothes with me? I think not Janis: Technically I didn't Janis: 🤷 Grace: It's still there Grace: we aren't 6, not a mood Janis: 💔 Janis: Turn it into curtains then Janis: switch it up Grace: You're so weird Grace: not that kind of youtuber thanks Janis: like you've not seen the sound of music Grace: Indie & Ri made me Grace: 🙄 Janis: 👌 you loved it Grace: shut up Grace: I did not Grace: soooooooooo cringe Janis: you loved any time they'd let you hang Grace: glad my phone's about to die if you're going back to being a bitch Janis: oh hush Janis: got the place, give us the time then Grace: be there at 8 Grace: we don't need to go together Janis: would feel a bit ganged up on Janis: poor lad Janis: you can have drinks first, I know to be fashionably late Grace: thank god Grace: I'll need them Grace: he's so Janis: so? Grace: ugh idk so MUCH Grace: the ego is like Grace: I can't Janis: sounds like a keeper Janis: whatever Janis: had worse night's out for less, yeah? Grace: IKR Grace: 🙄 whatever I'm focused Grace: he thinks I'm gonna be all 😍😍😍 that'll be you boy Janis: 👍 Janis: exactly Grace: OMG what should I drink? Drunk is not the mood Janis: Yeah, go easy Janis: just like rose or some shit Grace: champagne 'cause he's rich Grace: it doesn't taste nice so Grace: not gonna be wild Janis: as long as there's water at the table Janis: so dry Grace: & as long as he's paying Grace: no way I am Grace: sorry about it ladies but this isn't a typical date night Janis: 😶 Janis: secret's safe with me Grace: tell the barista Grace: if anything's on the 'gram that ruins me I'm gonna murder him Janis: 😂 Janis: don't get your bad side, got it Grace: girl please, for that night only I don't have one Janis: That's the attitude Janis: if he's paying got more funds to go all out Grace: I hope it's not actually too expensive if you have to Grace: Mia's not worth THAT much Janis: Nah, I checked Janis: he's not going that hard Grace: Phew Grace: last thing I need is his entitlement 🙄 Janis: Obvs Daddy's spends aren't going that far Grace: how embarrassing Janis: all sorted then? Grace: sure Janis: in a bit then Grace: 😘

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Headcanons for Iggy and his gf attending a super-formal royal ball, extra bonus if they're attending for the first time as a couple? :) Thanks!

[ISEB Author’s Note: This fic A) got way longer than I had originally anticipated, and B) kinda sorta took on a life of it’s own. My apologies to the Anon who requested it; I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you were looking for, but it seemed to me like it would be a little out-of-character for Ignis to be open about his personal life, so I took some artistic liberties (and even somehow managed to reference one of my own past headcanons!) as the story unfolded.]

Some duties in service to the crown are more… palatable to Ignis Scientia than others; he’d take six hours being wailed on by Gladio in the fitness center over the pomp and circumstance of yet another ambassadorial ball the Citadel seems to throw every other week. In this particular instance, however, the chastising he expects to receive may as well be one and the same.

Because it’s not the what that has Ignis fiddling with his cufflinks and cleaning his glasses for the fifth time out of nervous habit, but the who. It’s expected of the Crownsguard to be seen in attendance with a companion at these ridiculous spectacles, as befits the men and women of royal rank; like Ignis, the woman who accepted his formal invitation is among the king’s inner circle—as lethal with a lance as she is with her wit—and, like Ignis, she is no stranger to these types of diplomatic events.

She is redheaded, beautiful, and the subject of much wanton attention within the palace grounds. To an outsider, she is seemingly defined by her complete and utter devotion to her work; more than one man has had their advances spurned by her in favor of dedicating her time solely to her duties—including one Gladiolus Amicitia, despite his dogged determination to see what lies beneath her royal raiments.

Some whisper that she is married to her work, and that she chooses to pleasure herself with her beloved lance rather than the hot shaft of a man’s sword. But what others don’t know—including one Gladiolus Amicitia—is that she has warmed Ignis Scientia’s bed every night for the past six weeks, rendezvousing with him in secret at his apartment outside the Citadel’s walls in the early hours of twilight.

So the complication therein lies with the eyebrows they inevitably raise when the two finally enter the Citadel’s most illustrious ball room arm in arm; little irks Ignis more than calling attention to himself, and judging by the muted gasps and expressions of shock they are leaving behind in their wake, this little debut—for want of a better word—is beginning to turn into the procession heard ‘round the world.

But diplomats are nothing if not diplomatic, and the eyes trained on them eventually abate as they make their way before Prince Noctis and the king. Customary formalities are dispensed; Regis compliments the lady with his usual charm and a promise of the first dance, while Ignis cringes internally at the look of confusion currently crossing his princely friend’s bewildered features, until they are finally free to abscond to the far, less populated side of the great hall away from prying eyes.

“Ignis,” she says in a low voice, for his ears only. “The crowds have me feeling rather stuffy at the moment, so I was going to take a short walk. Would you like me to fetch you a drink?”

He relaxes a fraction—she is far too shrewd to call him Darling within fifty yards of the palace walls—and nods. “I could go for an Ebony about now.”

“Of course you could,” she replies wryly, and Ignis allows himself exactly thirty seconds to indulge in the fantasy of relieving her of her green silk gown—the one that matches her eyes—as he watches her disappear into the crowd.

But his mind only makes it fifteen seconds through his immoral scheming before his thoughts are interrupted by a thumping on his back. “How much did that cost you?” a teasing voice from behind him asks.

Ignis turns to face his brother-in-arms. “I beg your pardon?”

Gladiolus’ grin doesn’t quite meet his eyes, and Ignis can hear the inkling of envy in the big man’s tone. “You saying you didn’t have to bribe the Draconian just to get her to throw you a bone?”

Ignis stares blankly at his friend-turned-apparent-rival for the evening and sniffs irritably. “I asked. She accepted. Maybe if you spent more time looking into her eyes instead of down her tunic…”

“Or maybe,” Gladio chides jovially, “she just ain’t that worried about you trying anything on her. Every girl has one of those friends, right?”

Ignis resists the urge to roll his eyes; the rumors of his ambiguous sexuality—or whether he even has one to begin with—had made themselves known to him many years prior, and he’d been mostly content to keep people guessing.

Mostly. “Right.”

The aroma of richly brewed coffee is suddenly swirling in his nostrils; a glance over both of their shoulders reveals a parting in the crowd and a lithe body clad in emerald silk walking toward them. “Your Ebony,” the redhead purrs when she reaches the two Crownsguard.

“Thank you,” Ignis says, only barely managing to stop himself from tacking on the usual My Dear. Gladio offers an overly-exuberant smile to the woman as she passes Ignis his beverage, then takes her delicate fingers in one hand and presses them to his lips.

“You look ravishing as always,” the big man quips.

“You’re too kind,” she replies, and only someone with the mind of a strategist would be able to pick up on the satire that laces her voice.

“Ignis and I were just discussing the challenges a beautiful woman like yourself must face at these overblown chocobo festivals.” Gladio tosses his head casually back toward his friend and offers the redhead a wink. “If this guy’s coffee breath is too hot on your neck, I’ll be happy to take him off your hands for you.”

Ever the consummate professional, her tranquil facade remains supremely intact. “If Ignis oversteps his boundaries, I should like to teach him a lesson myself.”

Ignis very nearly snorts his Ebony onto his dress shirt. “Indeed.”

“Then perhaps I could offer my services as a dance partner instead?” Gladio thumps his friend again on the back, a little more forcefully this time. “Iggy’s always been good at sharing.”

The redhead’s green orbs widen at Ignis, and a hint of humor touches her lips. “Iggy?”

This time, the strategist does roll his eyes. “An old term of endearment from our youth,” he explains. “It appears some of us haven’t matured beyond the mental age of ten just yet.”

Gladio laughs heartily, deflecting the eyeful of daggers Ignis is directing toward him with an elbow to Ignis’ rib. He then takes two steps toward the center of the ball room and holds out a hand to the lady in green. “Will you do me the honor?”

“Would that I could,” she says with exaggerated modesty, “but you’ll have to play second fiddle to the king this evening. Regis has already asked me for the first dance.”

As if on cue, the melody of a Tenebraen waltz fills the high ceilings of the ballroom; the redhead smiles politely at Gladio, then pivots away without batting so much as a single eyelash at Ignis.

It is a previously-agreed upon arrangement; the details of their involvement with one another is strictly prohibited from reaching the ears of other parties. Stolen glances and intimate contact would only raise more eyebrows, and neither of them are willing to risk blemishing their credibility within the king’s innermost circle with superfluous displays of affection better saved for behind closed doors.

Still, Ignis suppresses a long-suffering sigh; the price for such painstaking secrecy is steep, and in the deepest recesses of his mind he wonders how differently things might have turned out for him had he not been recruited for such a rigid and solitary lifestyle. His heart chafes against the shackles of his self-imposed restraint, and for the briefest of instants he feels the icy tendrils of bitterness clawing their way up his throat.

Gladio, his pride evidently none the worse for wear, ogles at the sight of the redhead’s tight figure gloved in even tighter silk. “It’s a good thing Prompto wasn’t invited tonight,” he says with a laugh, “because that kid has no filter, and you know he’d say what every man in this room is thinking.”

Ignis swallows the last of his antipathy, his fingers gripped tightly around his cup and his gaze glued to the flash of red and green twirling in the arms of the king. “A small mercy.”

Gladio shakes his head woefully and clutches at his chest, feigning an aching heart. “I’d lay my sword at Gilgamesh’s feet to take her home with me just once. I bet she’s got an amazing rack under those royal raiments of hers.”

Ignis suddenly tears his eyes away from the dance floor and glares at his friend in silent fury; it’s rather unlike the strategist to get testy over lewd remarks, or indulge in such primal instincts as petty jealousy. And besides—he has a reputation to uphold, and a secret to keep.

But Ignis is a human at his core, not the soulless magitek soldier some within the palace have insinuated. And in spite of the promises he has made to the woman who warms his bed at night, in spite of the necessity to conduct his personal activities with the utmost discretion, in spite of everything that has led Ignis Scientia to be put in this Astral-forsaken position, there are certain times in a man’s life that rules are required to be broken.

He narrows his spectacled eyes at Gladiolus and lifts his Ebony to his lips. “She does,” he says simply.