#she’ll protect him just as fiercely as he does them

[ghost-bxrd]

I love love love Owl Song, will Cass and the rest of the Batkids appear? And if so, when and how? Bc I want to see Cass and Dick nonverbally bonding ✨

Well, as of now Owl Song is still on track to end with Ethiopia so, probably not >.<

Although I think Dick would be very unnerved by Cass at first. He’s not used to humans being so quiet and communicating with body language alone, so he (rightfully) clocks her as a potential threat at first. Cass obviously recognizes this and would deliberately put herself into situations where she’s vulnerable and Dick would have a very easy time to injure her (similarly to how puppies expose their bellies to other dogs in a “I’m not a threat please accept me as pack” kind of way).

Eventually Dick would relax a little and watch closely if she’s just as docile around his other (squishy) family members. Once he’d ascertain that she’s no threat to any of them he’d tentatively allow her closer to the nest, and after a few days invite her inside for obligatory cuddle sessions by giving her a first coo (opposed to the wary hoots and chitters of before).

Cass fits herself so carefully inside the nest Dick gets impatient and just pulls her into the pile of limbs with a huff.

Dick feels a bit bad about not inviting her earlier because she’s radiating such unbridled joy-soft-love-content-gratefulness he doesn’t know how he could ever assume she’d hurt them. She’s as much a protector as he is.

[pigeonpeach]

More Arlecchino Husbandry!

Cw: implied violence or possible violence: FMAB reader! Reader is called mother! Slight yandere themes (not full on though)

summary: continuation of Arlecchino Husbandry with more of a domestic focus

To say the children were estatic to know you would be a permanent member of the house hearth and you are officially their mother is a understatement. They threw a party. Even those you haven’t raised and were already grown when you arrived can recognize your importance both to their siblings and to their father: needless to say you essentially have alot of bodyguards now. Each of those children are determined to keep you safe, both out of devotion and gratitude and because it was Arlecchino’s orders to do so. And so on.

As for Arlecchino she’s quite happy to have you. She keeps you in her office on your downtime, sat nicely on her lap as she goes through paperwork so your presence can keep her calm. Occasionally she’ll press a kiss to your neck. In moments like these you two often don’t speak, rather you may be knitting or reading s book or writting ideas down for fun activities for the kids.

Arlecchino despite her deep affections fory you however is a possessive lover at her core. You’re just so fragile in the grand scheme of things. The children are protectors but if another harbinger decided to pursue you there is little they could do besides awkwardly stand by you. She knows her colleagues too well. She knows they’ll see your big heart as a weakness of hers. She knows you’re her weakness now, and in the eyes of the other harbingers it’s something they could exploit if necessary. So she simply refuses to bring you around them. Besides very few are even good company. The only harbinger you might see is Childe when he is visiting fontaine. He’s friendly to you but respectful knowing the Knave likely wouldnt like it if he was flirty with her beloved. Even so all it took was seeing him in your general direction to make her tense. Shooting him a dirty look as she quickly pulled you to her side and cut the conversation short.

In that case Childe just got glared at and scolded because he is a harbinger, she can’t kill him for something so minor. But if it was someone else who doesn’t have that sort of protection then there’s no guarantee she won’t. I wouldn’t describe this as yandere but simply a part of her job. Again you are her weakness, she cannot risk people possibly taking you from her or using you to get to her. Because that is a legit fear for her to have. So everywhere you go a underling accompanies you. Often the twins. Lynette and Lyney because they’re quite sociable and its easy for you to forget they’re your bodyguards. The children actually are very eager to accompany you because such trips are often like a day out with their mom. Its not uncommon you’ll treat them to lunch and or go shopping with them. This actually works as well because it helps you blend in easily amongst the crowd too. Sometimes you’ll bring one of the actual children with you as a fun activity to reward them for hard work. Often times you take them to get some toys or something special.

These trips are great as well, your motherly demeanor towards Lyney and Lynette often does scare away suitors but if it doesn’t Lyney is quick to intervene. And if the suitor gets aggressive from their rejection then its nothing they can’t handle. If the guards aren’t available then they could always just… kill them you know. Granted you often discourage that with the excuse of wanting to avoid legal troubles. But its a possibility.

Arlecchino herself hardly takes you to balls, she is fiercely loyal to you still, even refusing to dance with others for respect for you. This is both because the kids don’t like when you leave, and again: she doesn’t want you to become a target or too infamous because of her. She wants to keep you safe and protected.

As for gifts you can trust she won’t let you down there. She is a incredibly observant person. She knows the exact flavors, styles, items, and colors you would like. She studies your tastes diligently. It also helps she has dozens and dozens of little informants who also know your tastes. If she notices you seem overworked she books you a luxurious spa session. If she notices you’re a bit insecure them she’ll make it a point to hold you and kiss each curve and crevice of your skin. She knows you don’t have extravagant tastes but you do like things of quality and meaning. And her gifts do have meaning. If you like knitting then she’ll purchase a set of the most soft and vibrant wool. If you like reading then she’ll keep an eye on exclusive or high demand books to get you. if you’re a artist then you can guarantee you’ll never be short on paints and ever work will be framed and displayed proudly.

Also in terms of gifts you are utterly spoiled not just by your husbandwifey but your kids. They bring you trinkets and souvenirs from across the world. Often based on things that remind them of you.

Arlecchino however is a busy woman. As a harbinger she deals with stressful situations and stressful meetings. And as her new bride you do have the expectation of tending to her. My advice is to simply let her lay her head on your shoulder or lap. Embrace her gently and don’t ask for details. More often then not she cannot tell you what exactly has happened but it’s usually frustration from dealing with the other harbingers. Usually the males. You’ve heard her grievances and slander of each male at this point. If you really want to help her relax then just smile softly and nod along. Your compliance and obedience is a well needed relief to her. Then tell her good news of the kids, how their skills have improved, etc.

When you’re upset on the other hand, maybe shaken up from a failed kidnapping/assassination attempt you can bet she’ll come to you quickly. She’s wiling to ditch a meeting if she thinks its that severe. Before she gets to you however, you can bet the kids will also comfort you. Often holding you and fiercely protecting you. When she gets there they leave to give you two privacy and to stand outside to make sure no one comes by. Upon which she will hold you tighter than you’re used to her. Her nails almost digging into your skin as she breathes heavily. She waits till you’re collected to ask for details and assures you the perpetrator will not be spared or shown a slight of mercy. All those involved will be hunted down and eliminated. Until then she will personally keep you by her side. With a voice surprisingly shakey, a sound only you will hear and ONLY you: she proclaims her utter devotion to you. She proclaims that she loves you in a soft voice. This softness and weakness is a rare sight, its only done to comfort you and when she’s quite alarmed herself.

[meowzfordayz]

hashira find out that you self harm

Author’s Note: as always, pls heed CW (content warnings). These were not written purely for comfort, but also w/ ~realistic reactions in mind, so while they def lean toward comfort, there’s a certain lvl of inherent discomfort and pain in them as well. 🖤

hashira find out that you self harm

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,900

CW: depression, explicit language, implied self harm, traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Can I request kny x reader, (sanemi, michikatsu, genya, giyu, & rengoku)

of an s/o who sh & feels very s*icidal

tough times yk?

Emergency Request Fulfilled: A request, idk if this is gonna seem insensitive, but could you write the hashiras reactions if they found out the reader sh? I have been struggling with these things lately and would like to see something like that, but if you feel uncomfortable with it then you don't have to do this.

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I ended up breaking my streak of not sh-ing last night and I feel awful again. I was wondering if you could do a rengoku x Reader with that kind of subject material as a sort of pick me up. Sorry for bothering you like this it’s just I feel not so good rn and you’re someone who provides me comfort with your writing

kamaboko find out that you self harm

~faqs~

When they find out that you self harm…

… Gyomei doesn’t know what to say. His immediate reaction is to feel incredibly protective, but his gut tells him overreacting could push you even further away. “Oh.” A single word exhaled quietly from his mouth, and you feel yourself unraveling. “I-” Quickly, he collects himself. “Don’t apologize to me,” he asserts gently, “Thank you for telling me.” “You aren’t mad?” you ask shakily. “I’m confused,” he answers softly, “I want to protect you, but I’m unfamiliar with protecting someone from themselves.” Your heart twinges at his admittance as his arms wrap steadily around you, his palms pressed clammy and flat against your back, his embrace soothing even as his frown deepens.

… Obanai is furious. With himself, of course. A silent, dreadful anger that sticks to his spine, no matter how much he twists, turns, and talks with himself. He throws himself into research, a whirlwind of educating himself as best and as quickly as possible, all the while maintaining a light hearted, gentle facade whenever you’re beside him. “Are you okay?” you’ll ask sometimes, his sporadic urgency noticeable, “Something bothering you?” And he knows confessing his frustration won’t solve anything; guilting you or making you regret sharing yourself with him is the last thing he wants. So he shrugs, shooting you a lazy, intimate smile, suddenly grateful for how he can make his eyes twinkle above his mask, truthful grimace covered, “Just missing you.” “But I’m right here!” you exclaim, nudging him happily. “I know,” he mutters softly I know.

… Mitsuri cries. She doesn’t mean to. She doesn’t mean to make you comfort her. She doesn’t mean to make you apologize over and over until you’re both bawling, clinging to each other as though squeezing tightly enough might make your truth dissipate. But she does. She cries in your arms as you cry in hers, disbelief and sorrow rippling through her body. “I-I’m s-sorry,” you repeat, voice strained, unable to catch your breath as you gasp between sobs. “M-me t-too,” she whimpers lowly Me too. She’ll put herself back together later, determination to love you as hard and as fiercely as ever gradually overcoming her initial shock and dismay, even as part of her heart remains forever changed — forever afraid of losing you… to yourself.

… Shinobu struggles to maintain a boundary between being your partner and being your therapist. She’s not professionally trained in psychiatry, but she’s obviously knowledgeable when it comes to physical healing, sooo why not mental healing? That’s not how it works she often has to silently remind herself, seconds away from responding to your spiraling as though you’re in a therapy session together. Deep down, she knows all she can do is be there for you as she is. Not as she wishes she could be. Not as she feels she should be. But as she is. Am I enough? she wonders as she listens to your labored breathing, feeling you twitch beside her in your sleep I sure hope so she sighs, pressing light fingers to your overheated cheek, smiling faintly as your breaths gradually slow I really hope so.

… Kyojuro is distraught, but does his best to conceal it. For your sake. His sake. He isn’t really sure, actually. All he knows is he’s watching you fall to pieces in slow motion, and somehow, he still isn’t quite fast enough to catch all of you. Some days are easier than others. Those other days? He can barely bring himself to touch you.

“Kyo,” you sigh, fixing an even stare on his unnervingly neutral gaze, sorely missing his usual eagerness, “What’s going on?”

He promptly brightens, stepping forward to press a light kiss on your forehead, “Nothing is going on.”

Then why won’t you comfort me?

Wordlessly, you slip your arms around his waist, relieved when he accepts your embrace, confused that, “Then why don’t you hold me anymore?”

He frowns at that, head tilting, “I am holding you right now.”

With a snort, you mutter quietly, “No, Kyo, I’m holding you. It’s like you suddenly need my permission to-” interrupting yourself as realization hits, “Kyo.”

He blinks, feeling thoroughly ~caught, yet unsure what act you’ve caught him in.

“Yes, my love?”

“You don’t have to be scared of me!” you exclaim, bittersweet laughter rumbling in your chest, “I know I…” trailing off awkwardly, “I know I’m not okay, and I know you worry, but keeping yourself from me doesn’t help, solve, or ease, well, anything!”

“Are you certain?” he murmurs, dreadful despair leaking into his gut again, “I… do not know how to navigate this.”

Squeezing his hips, you glare fondly at him, “I know I’m not okay, and I know it pains you to hear me say that. I also know it pains both of us when you distance yourself. You don’t have to let me go. You aren’t the problem.”

But he nearly exclaims But I can’t save you!

“I don’t need saving,” you whisper instead, reading his perceived failure in the tremor of his fingers tracing up and down your spine, “I just want you to love me.”

I do he swallows thickly I love you so much.

… Sanemi leaves midway through your quiet, shaky explanation, fingernails nearly breaking the skin of his palms, mouth a thin line, lavender eyes too narrowed to discern the pain pulsing through his glare. You listen to the front door open, expecting a resounding bam, mystified when a nearly silent push of air signals his departure. Shit. You know then that he isn’t pissed. At least, he isn’t pissed at you. Which, really, would be easier to handle than the slow dripping tears glistening on his cheeks, clinging to his eyelashes; would be easier to handle than reading the single text he sends you I love you, don’t wait up; would be easier to handle than waking to the feel of him tracing hearts across your skin, bed warmer with his body, mattress dipping you toward him. “I’m sorry I left,” he whispers, somehow knowing you’re awake before you’ve even fully processed consciousness yourself, “I won’t do it again.” You mumble something incoherent in response, catching his hand with yours, pressing a sleepy kiss to his knuckles. “Fuck,” he hisses sharply, sob lodged in his throat, “You’re everything to me,” lifting your knuckles to his lips, returning your gesture Everything.

… Muichiro doesn’t understand why, but he does notice its consequences. He notices the tiredness glinting in your eyes, even though you’ve just woken up. He notices the slowness in your movements, even as you’re expressing excitement. He notices the harshness of your voice when you’re having a particularly difficult day, though he doesn’t understand why it’s particularly difficult. He voices his disconnect, curled up beside you on the couch, hands wrapped coolly around yours, apologetic and upfront. “I can tell when you’re in pain,” he says gently, “But I don’t understand the desire to then create more pain.” Shaking his head as you open your mouth to explain, he smiles softly, “I know it hurts to try and help me understand, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” brow furrowing as he sighs quietly, “That’s just it, I guess. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I don’t understand.” You know he means well, you know he isn’t upset, but it doesn’t get easier listening to him navigate your pain. “I love you,” you offer, leaning over to peck his cheek. He sighs again, soaking in your warmth, unable to identify the tight numbness in his chest, “And I love you.”

… Giyuu nods, thoughts racing even as silence settles between your anxious stare and his unblinking expression.

“Giyuu?” you tentatively prompt him, “This… this wasn’t easy for… for me to tell you.” 

Like an unpaused movie, he blinks into action, reaching for your waist even as he watches for the slightest hint of discomfort from you, ready to divert his movement if need be. You crumble into his touch, leaning heavy and exhausted against his chest, melting into the smooth reassurance of his hands splayed across your lower back.

“I know,” he murmurs lowly, eyes closed, “Thank you for trusting me,” resisting the urge to pull away, cup your face, and press his forehead firmly to yours, involuntary tears pricking the corners of his eyes, “Thank you for…” his voice fades, knowing he’d crumble en suite if he continued, desperate to remain steady for your wavering breaths.

“For what?” you choke out, “Giyuu.”

Thank you for staying he thinks somberly Thank you for loving me.

“Thank you for choosing me,” he finally whispers, “And thank you for letting me choose you.”

You laugh roughly, sound mangled in his shirt, “I’m a mess.”

He doesn’t deny your statement, instead pulling you closer, his heartbeat loud and promising, tears falling freely now. And that’s okay he wishes he could say Two messes are better than one he wishes he could quip How do I fix this? his fear stutters on repeat What do I do? underlying his tenderness, knowing all too well that he has only questions, and no way of answering them.

… Tengen takes it unexpectedly well. He listens patiently, nods at appropriate moments, and gently interjects with the occasional question, all the while kneading your thighs as you sit on his lap, watching you with a careful, encouraging warmth.

“You’re amazing,” he declares softly, “Not to belittle your pain, of course,” sadness simmering just below his faint smile, “But I want you to know that, after everything you’ve told me, my first thought is how incredible you are.”

You shrug, unsure how to accept his compliments, stripped bare as you glance downward, eyes closing.

“Hey,” he murmurs, familiar hand cupping your chin, “I know I can’t make you believe anything I say,” bittersweet sigh grazing your skin, “But I can at least share my own beliefs. I can at least share my own perception of you. I can love you.”

Your nose scrunches, eyes opening to meet his honest stare, swallowing your breath with a shudder.

“I’m here. Whatever you want to tell me, whatever I need to know,” voice thickening, “I’m not going anywhere. If you need me to be firm, I can be firm. If you need me to be quiet, I can bite my tongue. I’m your lover, your partner, and a resource.”

So let me fulfill all of those roles for you. Let me love you. Let me walk beside you. Let me taste your burdens as you’ve stomached mine.

“You don’t have to be responsible for me,” you chuckle weakly, attempting to ease the tension, “I don’t tell you things to make you carry them for me.”

“But I would,” he speaks steadily, “I know you wouldn’t ever ask me to,” maroon gaze dark, “But I would.”

He doesn’t mean to be overbearing, but he doesn’t know how else to convey the fragility in his heart; its overwhelming swell of aching and anger — the stark hopelessness of knowing he can only watch. Of knowing he can only listen. Of knowing he can only handle as much as you’re willing to give him.

[an-idyllic-novelist]

rimuru tempest with fem!tanjiro!reader headcanons

Hey guys, welcome to another collaboration with @deathmetalunicorn1, though the credit on the concept of the pairing and these headcanons go to my dear friend. I really hope you will enjoy what we have written. If you'd like to see more content like this, or an extended version of these headcanons, please let us know!

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy! :)

Although Rimuru Tempest  knows his significant other and her little sister are strong, he will not stop worrying about Tanjiro!reader’s wellbeing, especially when she and Nezuko  leave Tempest on a mission, and he is unable to join them for whatever reason. His anxiety will increase tenfold when his relationship with the former Demon Slayer evolved from being friends who just happened to stumble upon each other’s paths as soon as he left Veldor’s cave to being lovers. 

It will be very hard for the demon lord to sleep for the first few nights when he is so used to curling up next to Tanjiro!reader and Nezuko, the latter sprawled out and almost always in her toddler form. However, when she does return, Tanjiro!reader will always bring back a souvenir from wherever she traveled to, normally a tasty treat or a cute little knick-knack she saw at a market. 

[To ease his lord’s worries, Diablo will mobilize a few of the Black Numbers to keep a discreet eye on the Kamado siblings, personally delivering periodical reports on their whereabouts to Rimuru when it was an appropriate time between meetings and inspections around the capital. After all, an excellent butler must be able to anticipate his lord’s every need and alleviate his concerns so that he may continue to focus on his duties in the land. If something does happen, Diablo will act immediately and make sure Tanjiro!reader and Nezuko return to Tempest safely.]

Tanjiro!reader unwinds from her journey with a big hug from Rimuru in both his slime and human form. Rimuru would receive affection from Nezuko if she isn’t sleeping in her box in the form of bone crushing hugs or his hair being ruffled by a clawed hand. If Rimuru hadn’t eaten, she would whip a simple home-cooked meal that is either a traditional recipe from the Kamado household, or one that Mitsuri, the Love Hashira, had taught her when they were alive back in her old world. 

Rimuru will definitely join in and help, even all she’ll allow him to do in the kitchen is wash the dishes. 

After he had been reincarnated in this world, he took the Japanese cuisine he had eaten for granted, even the microwaveable ramen noodle cups he’d heat up in the company break room when he had to work late at the office. Back then, Misaki Satoru didn’t care much about his health so much as worried about forever remaining a virgin because he couldn’t score a date with a cute girl. 

He honestly couldn’t have anything resembling his homeland’s cooking until his country was developed further, including the dwarves’ metal-working and the orcs’ infamous work ethic. He couldn’t remember how many times he had told Geld and the others to rest even when they insisted that they kept working. Now, he could share a meal and enjoy a hot bath with someone he loves very dearly.

Nezuko is, of course, welcomed to join them in the bath since she loves swimming around the large hot spring he had built in the back of his home. When she joined them, Rimuru reverted to being a slime to protect Nezuko’s innocence.  If he’s alone with Tanjiro!reader, he’ll either be a slime or his human form, depending on his mood. 

Speaking of which, Nezuko is the little sister everyone in Tempest adores and will be fiercely protected. Rimuru is her favorite person, but when Milim decides to stop by for a visit, she is Nezuko’s new favorite, no matter how much he bribes her with newest confections that were created or toys. But between these two….Nezuko will always pick Tanjiro!reader, if she’s an option. 

Rimuru’s love language includes quality time, words of affirmation, and gift-giving. But what he enjoys the most is having afternoon tea on the porch, him sitting in her lap as a slime and munching on sticks of mitarashi dango or different flavored onigiri.  

If anything happened to either Tanjiro!reader or Nezuko because an enemy nation was jealous of Tempest’s flourishing economy and thought it would be a brilliant idea to hold them hostage or try to hurt them….they had better be prepared to have another kingdom falling into ruins. 

Remember what happened to Falmuth?

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[star-girl69]

do you have any headcannons for reading getting prego?😲

like how the family navigates and etc. or how the baby would lookkk

My Heart Never Knows

(Headcannons)

a/n: i’ve gotten a few requests for these so i’m just gonna loop them all into one

if anyone has anymore ideas for this au pls send an ask!!

warnings: mentions of blood, crying, swearing, pregancy, mentions of giving birth

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ok each characters reaction to finding out:

jake:

like absolutely mind blown

didn’t think he would have any more kids

totally lifts you up and spins you around

if you’re feeling dizzy or have morning sickness and told him, he’d set you down immediately

“i’m sorry, baby, so sorry, i just- just can’t…”

i’m a big believer in the headcannon that he would drop to his knees immediately and just start kissing your stomach, even if you weren’t showing

talking to the baby immediately

laughing bc he’s trying to describe like the entire world to the baby and you’re like literally a month along

neytiri:

probably starts crying but like in a good way

places her hands on your stomach

“our baby will be strong, and fierce.”

kisses all over your face and tells you how perfect you are

neteyam:

his initial reaction is: what

i mean he kinda expected it bc… reasons…

but still it’s a shock

takes after his dad, gets down onto his knees and introduces himself to the baby

“hi, baby. i’m your big brother, neteyam”

genuinely just so sweet and exited

(he’s secretly hoping for a sister, he’s long since accepted that girls have taken over the family)

lo’ak:

hugs you so tight and then gets scared and asks if he killed the baby

almost crying tears of relief when you tell him no

talks to you for literal hours about he is going to be the best big brother

(is hoping for a boy)

kiri:

gasps so loudly and grabs your hands and does a little happy dance with you

also starts introducing herself to the baby

immediately starts talking about names

you cry a little when she suggests something similar to grace if it’s a girl

starts a seashell collection

is obviously hoping for a girl (she’s a firm believer that they need to outnumber the boys)

tuk:

is the type to poke your belly and ask

“are you SURE there’s a baby in there?”

is kinda sad when she realizes she won’t be the littlest one anymore

it’s makes it worse when you tell her she’ll always be your baby, she just has to share you a little bit

you tell her she can talk to the baby and then she’s all smiles again

all in all she’s a little sad but you tell her that she will basically have a built in friend for life closer to her age and she’s ecstatic at that

doesn’t really care if it’s a boy or a girl as long as she has a new friend

what they’re like when you’re farther along and actually snowing, having symptoms and such:

jake:

scared out of his mind

“let me help you with that” and you’re like carrying a literal feather

CANNOT fall asleep unless his hand is on your stomach

squeals like a little girl when the baby kicks

judges your cravings so hard

once you cried bc yk… hormones… and he literally almost started crying too

“i’m so sorry sweetheart i was just joking”

“I HATE YOU JAKE”

neytiri:

is also scared out of her mind but is a little more practical about it

actually knows what’s it’s like to be pregnant so she lets you vent to her about all the struggles

rubs your feet if they’re swollen no complaints

tries not to judge your cravings but she totally does

also squeals when the baby kicks but is a lot better at hiding it

neteyam:

does not let you lift a finger

“oh! i forgot to grab this from the market or whatever”

“let me grab it for you mom i’ll be right back”

*sprints to the market and back* (it was not time sensitive)

smiles so wide when he feels the baby kick

LOVES talking to the baby it’s his favorite past time

lo’ak:

all of a sudden you’re HIS baby

will not rub your feet but will tell neytiri that you need someone to rub your feet

so protective

once someone bumped into you when you were walking around

you placed your hand on your bump on instinct

he started hissing at the poor person and you had to drag him away

he’s a guard dog actually

like ao’nung throwing a ball that landed by your feet and lo’ak fantasized about punching him

doesn’t though bc he doesn’t want to cause his mama any extra stress

when you told him to lay your head on his stomach to hear the baby kick he almost cried he just felt so loved

kiri:

the seashell collection is out of control

breakfast conversation is her daily ranking of the baby names

“ok i know i said that yesterday i was sure about *** but now my number one is ***”

randomly pokes your stomach as if to make sure the baby is still in there

always catches the baby at a bad time so she’s only felt it kick a few times

randomly places her hand on your stomach as if to surprise the baby into kicking

one day it will work she swears

tuk:

new fav thing to do is to listen to the baby

talk to the baby

look at your bump

she’s obsessed

also becomes a little protective

it kinda clicks that yes, there is actually a baby in there, and she’s like

“omg it’s so defenseless”

hisses at anyone who comes close when you’re out and about

even hissed at jake once he was so offended

“that’s literally my child in there”

“ITS MY BABY SIBLING HISSSSS”

when you’re in labor:

jake:

STRESSING so hard

ronal and neytiri kicked him out bc his “bad energy was in the air”

punches the wall a few times when you scream in pain

literally someone check this man’s heart he is STRESSING

neytiri:

holds your hand the entire time

is also stressing

wants to cry a little but manages to hold back her tears

keeps brushing the hair from your face and kissing your temples

whenever ronal speaks she’s like dead silent

(she’s terrified she’s gonna say somethings wrong)

neteyam:

this entire family is just stressing tbh

watches his dad punch the wall and is just like “are you good…”

is just praying that the both of you are happy and healthy

when you’re silent for a few moments his heart stops until he hears you again

lo’ak:

did i mention that this entire family is just stressing so hard

thinks about what his life will be like if you weren’t there

HATES IT

tries to come into the room bc he’s scared and wants to make sure you’re not dying

doesn’t get let in the door but at least he tried

kiri:

reorganizes the seashell collection to distract herself

it only partially works

helps take care of tuk

makes everyone get into a prayer circle and no one complains bc they’re all scared as heck

tuk:

all she knows is that her mama is in pain

literally starts crying

just wants to see you

has a basic understanding of death and she knows that it would be absolutely horrible if anything bad happened to you

is excited for her new friend though!

meeting the baby

i’m sorry y’all it’s a girl anways

jake:

cries so hard

literally cannot believe it

kisses your forehead

“you’re the most amazing woman on this planet, y/n, i swear”

is absolutely ecstatic that it’s a girl (he really just wanted a healthy baby but still. he’s such a girl dad)

neytiri:

cries

she thought she wouldn’t cry, she wanted to be strong, but then she just saw you and the baby and she broke down

also in absolute disbelief that her life could be this amazing

literally thinks you are eywa herself like she is just so amazed

neteyam:

sees a bloody cloth or sheet or something and almost passes out

says that the baby is the cutest he’s ever seen

tuk gets mad and he quickly says that it’s actually a tie

he’s such a gentlemen he probably says that you still look beautiful even though you just pushed out a whole baby

lo’ak:

just wants to see his mama

hugs you and puts his head against your chest

has to lay there for a while and listen to your heartbeat

when he holds the baby he’s in absolute shock like oh eywa she looks so much like you too

has learned from neteyam and says the baby is tied with tuk for the cutest

kiri:

demands to see the baby as soon as she walks in

stares for a few moments before saying

“mhm definitely a ***”

you love the name and cry a little, she hugs you and gets a little choked up too

is so excited to present the seashell collection

tuk:

is also just so happy to see her mama

holds the baby and says she looks weird

everyone is too happy to scold her

“THIS WAS IN YOUR TUMMY???”

[sarcastic--metaphor]

Vampire!Simon AU Timeline

I tried to keep this loose and simple but it ended up being a lot more detailed than I expected. This is a pretty comprehensive timeline of my AU's backstory for anyone who wants to know more or just wants a clear idea what wtf is happening. Enjoy!

Ok so pre-Mushroom War:

This remains largely unchanged- Simon finds the crown, loses Betty, etc.

Maybe due to Simon’s interest in ancient artifacts, he’s aware of vampire lore and has even found some ancient stakes with traces of an unknown species’ DNA on them on past expeditions

He’ll never have the chance to publish the results of his findings

After the War (aka post-apocalypse Simon and Marcy):

Simon finds Marcy and instantly knows he has to protect her, she learns about the crown’s influence, etc

They encounter the Vampire King and his court

VK is initially surprised to see a non-vampiric magic user, especially one as strong as Simon, until he realizes that it’s all from the crown (he witnesses Marcy plead with Simon to take off the crown bc he’s going too nuts)

VK also has an interest in Marceline, the little girl that keeps trying to suck out the Fool’s soul as he toys with her. She's clearly not human and that piques his interest

VK defeats Simon and takes the crown. He’s not interested in Simon himself but does think Marcy might one day become a powerful member of his court. But she’s fiercely loyal to Simon so VK strikes a bargain- Simon lives if Marcy comes with him. (Really, at this point he was willing to kill Simon and just take Marcy but VK saw the madness the crown inflicted and thinks Simon can advise him on how to resist it)

As part of the King’s court:

The Vampire King isn't interested in letting humans live in his hive unless they're soon to be butchered.

So Simon is bit and turned. He’s told to abandon his human name and accept the once given to him- Temperance, one of the three arcane virtues. It represents patience and moderation ordinarily, but represents discord and conflicting interests when inverted.

Marcy still calls him Simon in secret

Simon is stunned that the VK can resist the crown’s madness to a certain extent as he masters its control over snow and ice

The hardest part about being a vampire for him is no longer being able to enjoy sunlight, as on his expeditions and while taking care of Marcy, he fundamentally understood that daylight = visibility and safety and that night= danger

Marceline will be bitten when she turns 18. In the mean time, she’ll be tutored by Simon and treated like a princess by the minions.

Marceline gets her own room, all the food she can eat, a soft bed, etc. She wants for nothing not out of kindness, but bc the VK knows this is an easy way to win her over. Marcy isn't stupid, but she is just a kid. After the trauma surrounding being sent away by her mom, and believing she was unwanted, Marcy is terribly tempted to follow her less than human instincts in the face of a better life for herself

Simon worries for her and tries to keep her close to him. Which isn't easy, as the VK is cunning and ruthless

Marceline also begins training at a young age. She learns to hone her power of sucking souls and when its learned that she can gain the unique abilities of her victims, the VK brings in all sorts of prey for her- humans, wolves, birds of prey, snakes, etc. in the belief it will make her stronger.

The VK is only ever kind and patient to Marcy as she grows up, almost like Simon but with an unspoken air of absolute authority. Still, it convinces her that he's not all that bad despite the fact that he's wiping out all the humans. Since Simon isn't human anymore, Marcy doesn't really feel that protecting humans = protecting him.

But the problem is that Simon hates being a vampire. He hates the taste of blood despite his inability to consume human food. He begins looking for alternative solutions and find that vampires can merely consume the color red

He's ostracized by the court for his meek personality and his frequent pleads for them to stop killing humans. What little power he had with the court is threatened as the VK requires his aid less and less over time. The VK begins to consider manipulating the sky itself so his kind is safer in the day

When Marcy is 16-17, Simon ushers her into a secret chamber beneath the vampire hive. For years, he'd been slowly stockpiling supplies so they can escape. Things like weapons, sturdy clothes, food, etc. What's more, he'd managed to find and repair a car! They can escape together and get away before anyone even notices they're gone.

Marcy is stunned that Simon wants to go back to a life of constantly being on the run, hungry and afraid. Having no home or safe place to sleep in. And with his condition, he'd have to be extra careful of the sun. Simon says how much he hates being a vampire and that he doesn't want this for her, he did all this to save her!

But he never did ask if Marceline herself was opposed to becoming a vampire. However, her love for Simon still outweighs her loyalty to the VK. She agrees to run away.

One of the funniest parts of the Stakes miniseries is that the VK is confirmed to have telepathy but he only really used it to psychically give Peppermint Butler and autograph. So I'm going to use that- the VK has been reading Simon's mind for years without letting him know and has known for a long time that Simon's been trying to run away

Simon and Marcy don't get very far before 2 things happen: the VK himself goes after them, and they're stopped by a small army of survivors lead by a pink haired girl (idc if PB would still be a tiny wad of gum at this point in the OG Ooo timeline it's my AU)

The VK ignores the attempts to assassinate him as he takes Marcy back to the hive. Meanwhile, Simon is captured by the humans and left for dead.

Here's the fun part- Simon's unique vampire power is a remnant of the crown's influence on him. He can cover his body in dense ice that acts like armor. It can be chipped away or melted, but resists damage really well

after multiple failed attempts to kill him, Simon tries to strike a bargain with Bonnie. Let him go, and he'll help her kill the vampire king

meanwhile, Marcy is crying in her room bc she thinks Simon is dead and she blames herself bc she never should've gone with him (something that the VK tells her he agrees with)

but Simon manages to come back unharmed. The only way he'd be able to do that was if he killed the humans that captured him. The VK is begrudgingly impressed. He'll still have simon separated from marcy for a year as punishment, though.

Marcy hugs Simon and tells him that she's glad he's alright. And that it'll be okay. He spent so long protecting her, from now on she's going to protect him (after all, the last time she thought she'd ever see him, he was about to be killed by a human mob. That event cements Marcy's belief that following the VK is what's best for her and Simon)

It absolutely breaks Simon's heart

Marcy turns 18 and Simon cannot stop her from becoming The Star

(while Simon is in isolation/solitary confinement, the VK frequently taunts him over a telepathic link- telling him how hard Marceline is working to become strong. To become a killer. The VK finds that messing with Simon is so utterly delectable)

As Temperance and the Star:

Marceline and Simon go by their vampire names when they’re among others but still use their human names in private

The VK brings on the sunless sky that allows vampires even more freedom than before

he ignores Simon's pleas to return the world to its natural ways. After all this time, he finds Simon's ways not annoying, but oddly endearing. He is the contrary voice to the whole court, after all; and though he might not have much power, the bravery to speak out against the king is commendable to some extent

Marcy begins her unending feud/hate-crush on Bonnie, who Simon secretly aids

Simon is mostly left to himself since Marceline is her own person now.

He starts growing a small garden of red food, assembling a library, etc. But most importantly, he tries to save any human child he finds

The VK got Marceline as his ward, why can't Simon have his own? He promises the court that the child will be his full responsibility and the king, mostly out of amusement and curiosity, lets Simon adopt his precious human children

however, Marcy can't help but feel like Simon is doing the exact same thing her mom did- he's scared of her or doesn't love her anymore, so he's trying to go away. Except this time, he's replacing her in front of her very eyes with some tiny, fearful brat that can't appreciate just how kind and loving Simon is

over the next few centuries, every member of the king's court except for the Star dies off. In every instance, Marceline takes advantage of their death to suck up their essence. The VK admires her for this.

at the same time, no ward of Simon's has managed to survive to about 11-12. Sometimes it was a hungry vampire that killed them, most of the time it was Marceline sneaking behind his back to kill off her replacement, and sometimes it was mere disease that ended them. He lost poor Shoko to infection after Marceline took her arm in a jealous rage and that put off Simon from taking on another ward for a hundred years

HOWEVER, Marceline still really loves Simon and wants to be close with him again. She's... just not sure how anymore. Simon still smiles at her and tells her stories and lets her crash in his library when she wants to avoid boring meetings or whatnot, he cares for her yes- but he never seems proud of her for accomplishing great feats like killing 100 human rebels in one night or taking Bonnie's eye

Simon still holds out hope that there's good in Marcy and that she can be persuaded to help him and Bonnie kill the king/her other dad

And then Finn comes along.

(For anyone wondering, I haven't really touched upon how the VK ends up infatuated with Simon bc I'm still figuring that out. But also, I don't think it needs to be clearly defined, it'd be a lot more fun to just see Simon winding up in essentially an arranged marriage

HOWEVER I will say this- the vampire king once asked Simon for a special gift in an attempt for them to become closer. He asked Simon to give him a mortal name, as all he knows is a life as an undying king.

Simon obliged and after much thought, he chose the name Leonidas. They are the only two beings who know the king’s secret name and use it, it’s something not even Marceline knows.)

[sockmeat]

What are y’all’s thoughts on Crimson from HB?? Like obviously he’a a piece of shit, but there is literally so much potential for dark content my mind is BUZZING

I HAVE SOME IDEAS... ok i only have 2 (just a warning, they’re a little dark)

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

THE FIRST ONE: The reader is Moxxie’s little sister. When Moxxie goes to jail and chooses to stay away from his hometown and family, he forgets one thing--his little sister.     Ever since Moxxie left, Crimson has been telling reader how much Moxxie hates her, how much he hates the family, how much he wanted to get away from her.

    So, reasonably, the reader grows to resent Moxxie. Occasionally, she’ll think about what life outside of the mansion is like. She’ll remember how Moxxie treated her, how he made sure she was never around for Crimson’s fits, and wonder if he doesn’t actually hate her.

    Crimson has gotten good at spotting when this happens: she’s less willing to listen to his commands, she’s always spacing out, and always looking at Moxxie’s empty room. He’s always quick to snip that hesitance in the bud and warp her perspective of her dear older brother. She’s always been a daddy’s girl (and hasn’t really had a taste of a healthy relationship), so she believes him.

    When the IMP is called over to the mansion, Crimson doesn’t tell the reader that Moxxie is there. He is fiercely protective of her and knows Moxxie would try to save her.

    Crimson’s reason for inviting Moxxie doesn’t change. He wants Moxxie to marry Chazwick. However, this time, Crimson does have a back-up plan: if Crimson is unable to marry Chazwick, for whatever reason, the reader will marry him instead.

    I haven’t quite decided how Moxxie and the reader will reunite, but I don’t want it to be too soon. Maybe she’s attracted to the commotion Millie causes and enters the wedding and barely sees Moxxie before he’s swooped off.

THE SECOND IDEA: The reader is Moxxie’s mother and Crimson’s wife. She basically replaces the actual character. Unfortunately for her, she has a bit of a savior complex so she aims to try and help Crimson’s state of mind.

    They met before Moxxie was conceived. Her family is a part of a smaller chain of the mafia and basically relies on the (wtf is their last name??) family to keep their connections and stay out of debt.

    The reader’s and Crimsons’ marriage was arranged. It was decided since before they were born that the oldest of their families, which happened to be them, would wed and have an heir.

    Unfortunately for the reader, both families have a pretty sexist point of view. They believe the women should serve their husbands and make sure the children are spoken for. Among the long list of no-no’s, she isn’t allowed to raise a fist to Crimson. She hasn’t been taught basic self defense to ensure she doesn’t break this rule.

    At first, Crimson is very clear about his hatred for her. Though, since he’s so adamant about not disrespecting the family, he only expresses it when they’re behind closed doors.

    The reader still tries despite how he treats her. She’s determined to live a normal life, and if that means risking it to get closer to Crimson, so be it. It’s all or nothing.

    The reader’s story is a bit like the ugly duckling. Until her mid-teen years, she has no idea how to dress, pose, or look flattering at all. Crimson continues to be rude and unforgiving until she gets her glow-up.

    That’s when he starts to notice her more. How she doesn’t raise her voice at him no matter what he does to pester her, how she somehow finds a reason to forgive him despite everything, how her boobs have grown since they were kids--

    Yeah, he pretty much jumps her bones whenever he gets the opportunity. Moxxie is born and the reader stops trying to please Crimson 24/7 to take care and nurture Moxxie.

That’s about as far as I got on that...

I do wanna write these, but I’m not sure how big the Crimson Simps(TM) sections will go considering he’s a douche bag

Let me know!

[lavenderstobins]

in the stars | part 1

robin buckley is four years old when she hears her prophecy for the first time.

it had been later than expected. another delayed milestone, she’d hear her mother say when she’s older. most children heard theirs by age three.

still. far too young to hear how she’ll die.

most prophecies, she learns, aren’t straightforward, and even less speak openly of death. usually they’re vague, open for many interpretations.

robin can’t think of another way to interpret “you will give your life for a man who loves you”.

it’s a heavy weight to carry. her family keep it quiet. her parents, in particular, seem to take it upon themselves to mourn her in advance. saving themselves future heartache, maybe, by not getting attached. they don’t have anymore children. she hears her father’s whispered fears that they’d lose them, too.

robin, in truth, grows up mostly okay. she doesn’t share her prophecy, even without her parents warning her to keep it to herself. it’s hard enough to make friends as it is.

she is, however, resentful. she thinks it’s fair enough. her life is to be stolen from her. by a man, no less. she doesn’t even like men. when she realises that she likes girls instead of boys, that she’s a lesbian, it’s just one more layer of resentment.

dying for a man who loves her. what a joke.

the only consolation is that it must be a distant tragedy. no men in her life love her, and with how she keeps to herself, she doesn’t see it happening anytime soon.

then she starts working at scoops ahoy, and her world is turned on its axis. steve harrington confesses to her, and she feels sick, but he understands. time continues on, and steve ribs her for her taste in women, and it’s… it’s nice. nicer, still, to know it’s not him. she doesn’t tell him about her prophecy. he doesn’t ask. she doesn’t ask about his, and he doesn’t tell her. she wonders if his life is signed away, too.

the corruption in hawkins comes back, because it always does, steve tells her. they fight for their lives again. they don’t win, but they don’t quite lose. they survive, though not without casualties. they keep struggling on.

max’s prophecy, dustin tells her in a quiet voice one day, said that she would know love blind. a sick joke from the fates, seemingly. he tells her about his. when he was two, his mother was told that he would fix things without knowing they’re broken.

robin thinks of steve, and how dustin helped him find himself. of eddie, and how dustin’s fierce loyalty protected him. of max, and how dustin unknowingly brought her back into their fold of friendship and love.

true enough, she thinks.

he asks about her prophecy. she… hesitates, in truth. it’s been a long time since she’d spoken the words. she trusts him, though. she tells him what she was told all those years ago. dustin frowns, and she shrugs awkwardly. then, he says that they’ll just have to fight men away from her, won’t they? she laughs at that. his optimism is a welcome breath of air. she asks that he keep it to himself; it’s not something she chooses to share often. he nods, glowing with pride of being chosen. they don’t talk about it again. sometimes, she sees him side-eyeing boys around her.

then they’re thrust into the fight again. the earth opens up, belching out endless monsters, and they fight tirelessly. they split into groups. she and steve are together, as always, side-by-side. they’re joined by nancy and lucas, a party of four to defend their home.

she should have seen it coming, she thinks. it had been staring her in the face and she had closed her eyes.

steve, ever the self-sacrificial fool, had risked his life for them, taking on monsters alone, and she had moved without thinking. she had dived after him. she had followed him—she would have followed him to the ends of the earth—and when he had taken a hit, she had cried out, begging the universe: not him. please, not him. the universe said nothing. and then it dawned on her; the universe had already answered her.

when steve collapses, wounded, she steps over him, separating him from the swarming monsters. she holds her weapon high and makes herself his shield. you will give your life for a man who loves you, she had been told. it never mentioned she’d love him. that she’d give it gladly.

when she takes the hit, the slashing claw meant for steve that burrows into her abdomen, she almost laughs. she’d been so blind; it never said the love would be romantic. of course it had been steve. steve, who would give his life for everyone else in a heartbeat. she had been born to keep him alive.

it’s an almost comforting thought, and it sticks with her as she beats back the monsters, as they finally collapse around them, no doubt after the real villain is brought down by el. as she sinks to her knees, as steve starts cradling her.

“robin,” he says, pleads, and he’s crying, his teardrops hitting her face like rain. she takes his hand, unable to stop a whimper escaping her, and he sobs, pulling her closer. he starts babbling, repeating words like a mantra: not her, not her, please.

he’s shaking, she realises, clutching her in his arms, like sheer willpower can keep her alive. it can’t, she knows. nothing is more powerful than a prophecy, not even love.

“steve,” she whispers. his head snaps to her, almost hopeful. she cracks a small smile. “i love you,” she says, and his hopeful expression falls.

“i love you,” he says, tears falling freely down his cheeks again, and she knows. she’s always known, even before she’d realised.

she closes her eyes.

[guckies]

Okay this is going of my previous post about Leo so go read that first. Also this post is like background and kind of reasoning so really make your own judgement from this post. Plus this is like 800+ words so this is gonna be a doozy.

Leo only really trusts her direct family, yes of course she loves her aunts, uncles and egg siblings. But when it comes down to it, she’ll always be looking for her dad in the crowd of people because she holds herself back from really developing deeper connections with anyone else. Which I think is in part due to the death of Trump, the lack of effort from others, others being untrustworthy and Vegetta having to leave for long periods.

With Trump’s death, I do think that when Trump died a part of Leo died. Like some people forget that Leo had to watch their best friend die while they were unable to do anything. We talk about how much of a tragedy Trumps death was, but we never talk about the effect it had on Leo. Part of the reason I think Leo doesn’t actively seek out other eggs is because she fears that they’ll die, and it’ll be her fault. Cause somewhere in her heart she believes that Trump’s death was her fault since she wasn’t able to do anything to help him.

She also doesn’t often initiate conversation with others because of how many times she is disregarded by the others. Which isn’t to say they don’t care for her but often they’ll have like 2-3 sentences of conversation and that’s it or some who don’t understand Spanish barely try to understand or give Leo the time of day. But it isn’t the case for all of them because there are a few (like Cellbit, Roier, Jaiden, Tina & Mouse) who don’t always get to see her, that do actively interact with her. However, she will always end up being the second choice (which is becoming the truth for Mouse and Tina who now actually have a child; I think Jaiden will always have Leo in mind, but it depends on how she reacts to Empanada).

All of this is part of the reason Leo doesn’t always try to initiate conversation anymore because of the effort many don’t put into trying to understand her. As well why should she give up her native language to conform to everyone else’s needs when they have the tools to understand her, they have the sign translator, and nothing is stopping them from asking chat or using google to translate. Those things just take a bit more time to do but nothings wrong with doing it cause at least then they’re trying.

Along with all this only recently (excluding festa junina), when the election arc was ending and before the eggs went missing was, she actively seeked out her extended family on her own, like Roier, Cellbit and Richas without their prompt. Which is a big step since she’s hasn’t actually done that without Foolish in months, practically ever since Trumpet died. (Yes, sometimes others do her tasks, but this part isn’t about tasks. Also, that’s usually a desperate situation in which Leo has to rely on others if Foolish isn’t on and her admin still is in school so she can’t be active all the time. So tasks don’t really count here cause she’s just trying to survive).

With Vegetta she understands why he’s not around because that’s all she can do. She has never doubted that he doesn't love her, but she does miss him. I think because Vegetta was such a fierce protector of his family, she did feel a bit threatened by others when he wasn’t around. Because Foolish isn’t taken seriously and Vegetta was always respected due to his fierce protectivenesses. So, without Vegetta who isn’t afraid to strike back on people 10x harder, it can be hard for her to feel truly safe interacting with others because of how aware she is of the situation and feelings surrounding her parents.

She is truly content being just with Foolish and seeing others on the occasion but I do think she was tired of trying only to be met with failure and learning that you can’t always trust everyone on the island. She’s not blind to how everyone treats Foolish so she is always aware of Foolish’s warnings about others and from watching that she’s can’t trust everyone here like the other eggs do.

Plus, when she comes back, she’ll witness it herself again if she notices some of her things are missing and if Bad asks Leo to share her NINHO room. Which is unfair to her because they wouldn’t dare do that to another egg. Like they might not know it’s her stuff but they could ask Foolish before hand to prevent that risk of taking her things yet they don’t. Also with the NINHO they can build a temporary NINHO solutions somewhere else (like normal protected houses such as Ramon’s or Phil’s house). The solutions aren’t hard to do if they put their heads together and think, but they just don’t want to put in the effort. But even with the NINHO room she might agree to it (even though she shouldn’t) if Foolish isn’t there because I don’t think she’ll be honest about her feelings with anyone but Foolish or her direct family(if pressed) cause others have never really listened to or understood Leo’s emotions before.

Really the conclusion to all this is that Leo has never been able to honestly express her feelings to others because she’s learned not to trust them and they’ve never actively tried to understand her more than surface level. But she’s a child so how is she even able to communicate this when the communication and understanding is the problem.

Overall I'm tired of people not seeing Leo for what she is and that is a happy child despite the struggles she continues to faced due to the disrespect, lack of effort from others and loneliness from having to struggle with all of this as a child.

[renegade-skywalker]

I stopped posting updates to my fic here but I was feeling oddly proud of my interpretation of the scene where Kreia invades Atton's mind at Atris' academy so here we are🙃:

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Atton was beginning to think that he’d unwittingly been thrown into purgatory. To have escaped death so many times only to end up in yet another cell, well, Atton wasn’t sure if he was lucky in the eyes of the universe or just the butt end of an inside joke it had with destiny.

Either way, the last place Atton expected to find himself in was another prison. And consoling someone other than himself while confined there, no less. “Take it easy, will you?” he uttered for what felt like the umpteenth time as he watched Bao-Dur hold his horned head in his hands. “Not much we can do in here for the moment, though trust me, Eden will get us out.”

Where his sudden optimism came from, he wasn’t sure. Though his unwavering faith in Eden was without question. Uttering her name outside of her presence almost felt sacrilege, though, and he didn’t know why. 

“It’s not that,” Bao-Dur muttered, a quiet anger seething through even the force cages that separated them. “I was over this, I was getting past it. But then first it was Czerka. And then those mercs. And now… this.”

Atton could only shake his head, exasperated, as now it seemed it was Kreia’s turn to look at Bao-Dur with tired ire. 

“You did what you had to do to be rid of that place,” Kreia said with some assurance though it came across more as annoyance than anything else. “You protected your work as well as your hide. Not many are capable of such feats.”

Atton wasn’t sure if Kreia was truly doling out accolades or simply expressing her own surprise. As usual, the old woman was hard to read and Atton wasn’t keen on reading between her lines.

“The Jedi were supposed to help us,” Bao-Dur continued, his voice faraway and hollow. “How could one hole up here and call it a mercy when the rest of the planet still suffers?”

“It does not do to dwell on whatever image the galaxy holds of the Jedi,” Kreia said flatly. “It matters not, for one. But to be offended by some ideal fiction is a waste of energy entirely.”

Bao-Dur only laughed weakly, his head now between his knees as the man sat despondent on the floor of his cell.

“It’s not that,” he said. “I was at Malachor, I know what evil the Jedi are capable of doing. Of asking. And of me, no less. But I promised myself - not again. No: never again.”

Bao shook his head more fiercely now, as if not only fending off Kreia’s words of warning but whatever inner demons also plagued him.

“It’s too late for that,” Bao-Dur continued. “There’s no amount of sage wisdom in the ‘verse to soothe my self hatred.”

Atton heard the words, clear as day. Only… Bao-Dur’s mouth had not moved. 

A shiver ran down Atton’s spine at the realization, wondering just how long it had been since he’d last eaten something, since he’d last had a sip of water. He wasn’t sure, but he also wasn’t entirely certain he was imagining things, either.

“There’s no use in blaming yourself,” Atton muttered, annoyed but more so at his own muddled mind than he should have been at the present situation, trying to get a grip on it as he glanced about his new cell. “You did your job. The Ithorians’ work is safe. And that’s all you should care about right now.”

He wasn’t looking at her, but he could sense Kreia cross her arms over her chest, watching him. Though why, or for what purpose, he did not know.

“Like I said, Eden will see us out of here. And once she does, I know she’ll be just as incensed as you are. She’ll set it all to rights.”

Kreia leaned back on the one non-plasma charged wall of her cell and watched him, though whether her gaze moved at all between him and Bao-Dur he was not sure. Atton hoped it did, because he squirmed under the imagined weight of her gaze, feeling none too much like himself with her watching.

“Sure,” Bao-Dur said with a nod, actually speaking this time. Atton noted the movement of the man’s mouth and the gesture of his head. Bao-Dur’s pale amber gaze met his and he nodded. After a moment - of both registering the action and realizing that it was, in fact, reality - Atton nodded in kind. “Eden will help set things right. She always does.”

Even if Malachor went sideways. 

Atton kept his gaze on Bao-Dur even as the man looked away, certain he heard the words again but now absolutely certain that the Iridonian did not utter them.

It was what we planned, maybe. But the aftermath…

Atton felt himself lean forward, yearning to follow the unspoken thread of thought further but instead found himself yanked back. Both mentally and physically. Just as he was looking at Bao-Dur, he was suddenly thrust back-first into the hard stone of the uncharged wall of his cell. Then his mind clouded with endless dark and billowing thought - none of it of his own making.

He opened his mouth, words poised on his tongue.

What’s happening? Was the first to cross his mind, panic shooting through his every limb and every corner of his consciousness. What are you doing?

Atton could not move or speak. It was just as he’d felt when the half-imagined HK drugged him and waited for him to drift off to sleep before slaughtering every other living thing in Peragus’ paltry medical bay. Before, he’d still hoped it was just a fever dream. But now he knew that the memory was all too real, and worst of all that it was happening again. 

Stop struggling, Kreia’s voice entered his mind, slipping between his own thoughts and slithering between them, as if swatting them away in order to make more room for herself.

His vision grew dark, everything in his periphery clouded by a shadowed curtain as if he were on the brink of fainting but unable to succumb to the sickness of sleep, unable to collapse and release his fear into the darkness of unconsciousness. Instead he was pinned to the wall and painfully aware of everything. 

Bao-Dur remained on the floor of his cell, head in his hands, frozen in time. Blissfully unaware of it all.

Let me follow the current, Kreia’s voice continued, though he could hardly call it a voice. He knew the words were hers but the words almost felt like his own, as if his own mind were thinking them and listening to them at once, but her essence remained stamped on each sentiment as if sealing her intrusion in wax - setting herself apart from Atton’s own thoughts yet imprinting just the same on his mind as if she were welcomed there. Deep, deeper, to its source…

No numbers, no hyperspace routes, no power couplings came to his aid. His mind was blank, empty and just as pinned to the proverbial wall as Atton’s physical body was in the flesh. He could not move, but he also could not think - instead a helpless onlooker, unable to do anything other than observe in abject horror.

Stop, stop, stop, he wanted to think, and yet the word escaped him. The feeling did not, but he could not will Kreia away. He could not banish her from the domain she’d already violated.

Ah, a sigh fluttered through him, satisfied with a nauseating triumph. With the fear is mingled guilt… 

Flashes of memory flit before Atton’s eyes, from birth until now. It took only an instant as well as an eternity. He not only saw them, but relived them, the reactionary emotions inspired by each roiling within him like a sudden sickness.

It squirms in you, Kreia’s voice cut through his thoughts like a knife. Like a worm.

Few images stayed while others faded. All that remained were faces. Those of his mother and father - the dark hair and the disdain he received from his mother, as well the dark eyes and the thrill of the chase he inherited from his father. Then there was Corr Desyk’s crooked smile and sense of adventure, of absolution in the face of utter despair. But among them was also Darth Malak as he stared Jaq down and assessed him, eventually recruiting him to Revan’s cause, an imagined version of the woman herself appearing in his mind’s eye afterward even if he’d never once met her. 

And then there was her...

And the why… ah.

Atton’s vision hadn’t clouded entirely, and from the depths of his shadowed sight he saw Kreia smile wickedly from across the room. 

And there is its heart.

Of all the faces that stared back at him from his past, the one that shone brightest was hers. Hers. The Jedi that almost bested him. The Jedi that opened him up to the heart of the universe. And the Jedi he slaughtered in cold blood because she had. 

He hadn't thought of her face since that day. Atton had blocked it entirely out of his mind. The memory remained, but the image stayed as if behind a curtain, intentionally withdrawn and hidden from him as to save him from something. From what, who knew. Perhaps only himself.

You surprise me, Kreia thought inside his mind, oddly somber. But I should have known.

Bao-Dur remained still on the other side of the room, time not affecting him as it did Atton, living a life’s age and then some within the small confines of his unfortunately still-living brain.

I could not feel it before, Kreia commended, her admiration clear in the intention. Your feelings are a powerful shield indeed.

If Atton could, he would have laughed. Not powerful enough.

The half-thought of his sarcasm sparked and sputtered before Kreia’s dominating mind. He could feel her laugh within his consciousness in his stead.

 Do not worry, Atton. If she is a Jedi, she will forgive. And if she is not… 

The pause that followed was palpable.

He knew she meant to insinuate Eden. A woman who both embodied and defied everything he ever knew about Jedi. But that wasn’t the part about her that bothered him. Well, it did, but it wasn’t what worried him most.

If she is not, then she will not care.

Kreia asserted this with some finality, as if both for herself as well as for Atton. 

“You can’t tell her,” he managed to whisper with a gasping breath. “I’m asking you - no, I’m begging you. I don’t want her to-”

Whether Atton actually spoke these words or merely thought them he was not certain. What was real or imagined was now both one and the same. But he felt the effort in his chest as if he had spoken, the urgency of his words surprising even himself.

Think less of you? Kreia finished his thought for him. She tsked audibly within his mind. I hardly think that’s possible.

Kreia affirmed it with such poise, such confidence, that Atton feared she was telling the truth. Even if he preferred, and suspected, that she wasn’t

Still, there is no shame in what you ask. We all wage war with the past, and it leaves its scars.

His scars remained visible before his mind’s eye in a myriad of memories. Each one lingering longer than he would have liked.

I will not speak of yours, Atton, Kreia continued. But there is a price for such things.

“Price? What price?” he asked as if gasping for air. This time, he felt as if his voice were his own, choking on his own words as he spoke them.

There are those who wage war, and those who follow them.

He thought of Corr and he thought of Malak, each of them men he’d once looked up to and both of them men he’d also seen break in the wake of the same willed woman. And then he thought of Revan - both the woman he imagined her to be as well as the monster he knew she was.

You know your place, Kreia said, as if looking at his memories alongside him. You are a crude thing, murderer, but you have your uses… 

Just as Revan’s kaleidoscope persona faded from his vision, he thought of her again. The Jedi who gifted him the world and all its secrets. The Jedi he killed viciously out of fear of her blessing. 

You know how important this woman we travel with is, even one such as you can feel it. 

The feelings he had about Eden said nothing less. When he met her, she’d been his savior. His undeserving patron. And in repayment, he owed her the universe. If only because he deserved so little of it.

So you will serve her… until I release you.

He never learned her name - the last Jedi he’d killed. And yet her pale face gave way to Eden’s in his imagination, as if remembering them both as one and the same.

“And what if I refuse?”

Kreia laughed.

You won’t.

Atton thought of Eden’s face in the stead of the woman he slaughtered, blood bubbling up from beneath Eden's cracked lips, a satisfied smile on her pallid visage despite the death fast becoming her.

He shuddered, and yet still could not move.

If you do, then my silence will be broken, Kreia warned, the voice inside his head growing tenfold, as if Kreia spoke with the throat of thousands. And then, Atton, you will be broken.

The image shattered - the imagined one as well as the memory. Both dissolved into unending blackness, disappearing into the dark of the void Atton sometimes felt himself longing for between conjuring up hyperspace coordinates. 

Whatever fear you hold of the Jedi, know that if you disobey me, that my punishment will make you beg for the death that has long hounded you.

He knew Kreia meant it as a threat, and yet part of him found solace in her promise. Wondering if he were truly so far from the edge or merely toeing the line.

Wipe the fear from your mind. You will not find blind obedience a difficult master… you chose it once. You will learn to embrace it again.

And then all at once, time resumed. Atton found himself gasping for breath just as Bao-Dur raised his head and spoke again, continuing his thought from earlier only to be met with deaf ears. Whatever he said was lost on Atton, and presumably Kreia as well who only sighed, looking pleased with herself.

“Did you say something, Atton?” Bao-Dur asked, his face innocent despite the man’s still roiling inner anger.

Atton shook his head, glancing at Kreia only to find that the woman was no longer looking at him and appearing as if she never had been.

“No,” he coughed, his throat sour and his mind sick. “Not at all.”

[itsbatman-butpoor-andmurderous]

‼️avatar the way of water spoilers‼️

made myself sad with my last post so here’s some things i think would happen if neteyam had survived. this is still a little sad. new- @biolumilunareclipse made a fic about some of these!! i love it so much

the entire sully family was extremely relieved, they all cried and hugged him as tightly as they could without worsening his injury

lo’ak has nightmares where neteyam doesn’t make it, and sometimes wakes up and hallucinates neteyam’s blood on his hands. when this happens, he goes to where neteyam is sleeping and lays with him. watching him breathe and reminding himself that he’s alive and he’s safe

when neteyam finds out he does this, he gives him a very tight hug. he starts to cry when he feels lo’ak’s tears on his skin and they sit there like that for a very long time

the sullys wouldn’t let him do anything while recovering, insisting he rest and not strain himself. they babied him quite a bit which he sort of liked because as the oldest he never really received that kind of protectiveness from his entire family. so as overbearing as it was, he did appreciate it a lot

his recovery took an extremely long time, and he felt useless because he couldn’t really do anything

he had to do a lot of physical therapy exercises, which he felt somewhat embarrassed doing because he felt he was too old to need them and he felt weak

kiri was the first to notice and began began doing them with him as soon as she did. tuk wanted to do what they were doing so she joined in. it took a day or two before lo’ak joined. then neytiri saw them all doing the exercises together and wanted to join as well, because she loves spending time with her family :)

then jake came back from hunting, saw them all together doing the exercises, and promptly sat down and began doing them with them

morning and night, they all sit in a circle in their home doing the stretches and exercises. if someone’s late they get a playful scolding from everyone else

“what? you are too good for family bonding time?”

“my heart is BROKEN!”

“i can not believe you do not like us anymore”

so neteyam’s physical therapy became a family bonding event, taking the embarrassment away from him completely. neytiri even made an off handed comment that the exercises are helping improve her range of motion and balance, which made him feel even better because it took the burden off his shoulders

when recovery got tough and he was frustrated with how slow he was progressing, neytiri was always the one that made him feel the best. partially because jake is bad with words

he really admires and respects both of his parents. so hearing his mother say things like, “you sustained a great injury and survived. that shows how great of a fighter you are.” “your will alone will not heal you. you need to give your body time to heal its self.” and “you are a fierce warrior neteyam. this is simply another battle you have to fight, and i know you will win.” not only bring him extreme comfort, but also make him tear up a little. something she doesn’t point out but will give him extra long hugs when she sees it

as much as jake wants to bring the comfort neytiri does, he is just not as good as detecting why neteyam feels the way he does, so his comfort is a little more generic. he says stuff like “you are doing amazingly well neteyam, i am very proud of you.” which is very sweet and loving, and does make him feel better, but nothing can bring him peace like his mothers words

even though he felt the best after neytiri comforted him, he still felt better after his sibling did

lo’ak typically gave him reassurance in the form of “you got shot in the chest bro! do not give yourself such a hard time.” then changing the subject to a stupid story or corny joke to cheer him up

kiri tries to focus on why he feels that way and her reassurance is specific to that. if he’s frustrated because he’s having a lot of cramps when he tries to move, she’ll say something like “the shot disrupted your nervous system. it is natural for your entire body to feel the effects because something that ranges from your head to your toes was damaged. do not feel angry with your body for trying to understand what happened and heal itself.”

tuk mostly just hugs him and says she’s just happy he’s there, which makes him tear up a little

once he was able to sit up, he was allowed to weave things. his weaving skills improved greatly because of this

but one day he twisted his torso in a way that irritated his wound and winced, so he got weaving taken away for a week while they made sure no damage was done

it was made very clear that until he was fully recovered he would not be allowed to fish, hunt, climb, or dive as that might increase his injury. this was a rule he disliked, but respected and understood

even though he recovered, the shot most likely did a decent amount of damage to his respiratory and cardiovascular systems, so he can’t stay underwater for as long or run as long without running out of breath as he used to

this was frustrating to him, but everyone, including all the members of the village, made sure that no one made any rude comments about it

jake let up on the lectures and pressure he put on the kids, but not the stress on the importance of safety and watching out for eachother

after almost losing neteyam, he realized he didn’t want his kids to think he was ever disappointed in them for trying to do what they felt was right, but he knows they still need to be careful

jake taught them all, including neytiri, bullet wound medical care and what to do if anyone gets shot again

he also makes sure they all cary tiny med kits with them every time there may be danger. he would prefer if they carried them at all times but he knows that’s not possible with the lack of pockets they all have (the med kits include a sterile needle and medical thread for stitches, big butterfly bandaids, a goop that can help stop bleeding, gauzes, anti-bacterial, and little shots of something like adrenaline)

lo’ak does not make rash, in the moment decisions that could hurt his siblings anymore. sometimes he will still do something dangerous, but he tries to make sure they aren’t involved

neytiri insisted on making more protective armor for every member of the family that covered vital organs. made of thick leather that sandwiches a thin metal layer. they all wear them when doing something dangerous, no one even protested when she suggested the idea

they’re all more aware of their surroundings and slightly on edge. for months after the event they all flinched and whipped their head around if they heard a shot or loud bang

neteyam hates his scar. he starts wearing a chest plate that covers it because he can’t stand looking at it himself or when other peoples stares linger on it. no matter how many times he’s told scars are badges of honor, he can’t shake the voice in his head telling him it’s just a sign that he’s weak

neteyam will have nightmares about what happened as well. he tries to hide them as to not worry his family, but lo’ak noticed one day that neteyam was doing a lot of the same things he did after having one of his own nightmares and gave him a long hug once everyone is gone

they started sleeping closer together after that. and both know it’s okay to wake the other up to talk about their nightmares

they continue to do stretches in the morning and before bed even after neteyam’s physical therapy is over, it just became a habit. though now they incorporate more difficult poses and stretches and laugh and tease when someone wobbles

i’ll most likely add more later but i need to get this avatar brain rot out of my system. and feel free to add your own if you want!

new + more under cut

jake and neteyam have a lot of bonding moments throughout his recovery because neteyam had to relearn so many things

for example, shooting a bow and arrow had to be relearned because of the tension it put on his chest when pulling the bow back

jake reteaching him that helped him to see neteyam as more of a kid, which also made him dial back his strictness

at the reef clan, neteyam is no longer the firstborn of the chief so he has a lot more freedom to goof off and have fun

in fact, not being the leading family gave all of the sullys more breathing room that they hadn’t had before

and after neteyam’s recovery, they got to spend a lot more time together and enjoy life a little more

the metkayina people become more accepting of the family and start treating them much kinder, ronal is always willing to come help neteyam and give him advice on how to better his healing journey

when neteyam is relearning how to dive and ride the ilu, ao’nung and rotxo become much kinder in their teaching and response to when he struggles

and of course tsireya helps him relearn things as well, but seeing how kind her brother and his friend had become she didn’t want to step in but happily watched from the side with lo’ak, kiri, and tuk

they do eventually go back to visit the omatikaya people, but only after neteyam had fully recovered. they visited for a couple weeks before flying back to the metkayina clan

they didn’t want to stay for a few reasons, but decided to make it a habit to go and visit every few months for a couple weeks, to relieve their homesickness and visit their loved ones

[imsparky2002]

Rescendants - The Crew

Uma: The captain of the Lost Revenge pirate crew, Uma is a fiercely determined leader who doesn’t take anyone’s shit, though with a soft spot for those that are close to her, like her girlfriend, Freddie, and her best friends, Darcy, Harry and Gil. She has a difficult history with Mal, including heartbreak and betrayal, and an equal, if not more, hostile relationship with her mother. She’s determined to show she can be the best without needing help from her mother’s magic.

Harry: The bastard child of Captain Hook, and Uma's first mate. An aggressive and violent young man with psychopathic tendencies, he's the one who gladly does most of the dirty work when pirating. Physical and verbal abuse from his father and older sister caused him to begin lashing out, even to this day he prefers a punch up instead of peaceful resolutions. He does show a softer and more vunerable side with his shipmates, especially his boyfriend Gil. He has an obsession with hooking things, and is terrified of being alone.

Gil: A big, buff golden retriever of a himbo, Gil is quite possibly one of the sweetest people you will ever meet, affectionate and kind to everyone around him. He uses his strength to assist his crew, but he’s a very gentle boy, especially with his boyfriend Harry and his little sister Gabi. He may be far from the sharpest tool in the shed, often lacking common sense, but he has a high level of emotional intelligence, able to help people work through their feelings surprisingly well, like the good boy he is.

Darcy: Uma’s right-hand woman, and sharing her bone to pick with the daughter of Maleficent, Darcy is unquestionably one of the toughest and most terrifying girls on the island, never afraid to put someone in their place, be that with sharp words or her fists. Darcy is one of the few lucky kids in the Isle to have a good, loving relationship with their villainous parent, and she inherited Oogie’s love of scaring. Though she cares deeply for and will do anything to protect those she cares about, she’s not one to be open about her feelings, though a certain Pumpkin prince may help change that.

Freddie: A smooth and sassy con artist, Freddie has the ability to talk just about anyone into just about anything. But with one the sharpest tongues on the Isle, she can also verbally destroy you if the mood hits her right. Despite this, she has a caring side that comes out especially with her girlfriend Uma, her little sister Celia and her father, Dr. Facilier, who taught her all her voodoo tricks. She may be slick, but she’ll never lie to the people she really cares about.

Evie: The Isle's best cat burglar, and the magical daughter of the Evil Queen. Due to her mother's constant reminders of beauty being an importance, the girl is very self conscious about her looks. Evie used to roll with Uma and her crew. After years of Mal manipulating and abusing the lot of them, she grew jealous of Uma, despite her being mistreated by their leader as well. Mal left her gang for dead, and in her grief, both Evie and Uma blamed each other for the abuse, and went their separate ways. Now she reluctantly works with the group in order to get revenge on Mal and to destroy the barrier.

Jay: The smooth-talking and sticky-fingered son of Jafar, Jay has a real knack for getting himself out of trouble with a few good lies. His theft skills made him a useful asset to anyone on the Isle, but here in Auradon, he’s starting to find his place in more honest pursuits, like Tourney. He has a soft spot for his friends, especially his lifelong best buddy, Carlos, though he rarely lets it show. He also has a knack for charming the ladies, though he finds the tables getting turned on him when he meets the daughter of Mulan.

Carlos: The fast-talking, dog-loving techie who just so happens to be the son of Cruella de Vil. The poor boy is more like an abandoned scruffy pup, berated and abused by his mother. He resorted to stealing to eat, since his mother wouldn't provide care for him. He's a petty thief who's got a motor mouth and a knack for making gadgets based off of junk he finds in the Isle. He's always willing to serve as a distraction, or help Jay with a scheme.

AAAAH PART 1 IS FINISHED! This was such a treat to work on with Weeby, and Artzy's been excited for it! Thank you so much to Weebs for helping make the summaries and for her letting me use her OC, Darcy. Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask for more. @artzychic27 and @msweebyness

[mykneeshurt]

Field of Tulips - three

09 Soap x F!reader

All warnings are on the title page

Over the next week you slowly started to pick up your skills again, to say you were rusty would have been an understatement. You spent most of your time on the mats with Ghost and Gaz. Ghost was a peculiar character, 6’5 and built like a behemoth, an intimidating presence, but with the driest humour. The only way you could describe Gaz was like a Staffordshire bull terrier, always smiling, incredibly loving but fiercely loyal and protective.

They kept their eye out for you around base, always making sure you were ok, as comfortable as you could be. The brothers you’d never had. While your guard was still up around them, you felt it soften slightly. Your trust wasn’t easily attainable, whom ever wanted it needed to first prove themselves. You’d been burnt before.

With each training session you felt yourself becoming stronger, each neglected neuron becoming reignited with every passing day. The Captain would sometimes watch your sessions when he wasn’t busy with whatever it he does. You’d often notice him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, biceps bulging as he watched your every move.

He’d arranged a first meeting with the base therapist much to your dismay, and today was the day you were to finally meet. Standing outside the door you rolled your eyes, you didn’t need therapy. You needed to get back on the field. This was bullshit.

Knocking on the door a sweet voice beckoned you to enter. On entering you saw a woman sat at a desk knee deep in e-mails. She looked up, a warm smile spread across her face as she finished typing on the keyboard. ‘Sargent Dunn! You’re early. It’s so good to meet you, please take a seat.’ She waved her hand towards two royal blue chair that sat opposite each other, just at an angle.

You reluctantly took a seat, taking in the room around you. ‘I’m so sorry, I won’t be a second, bit of a crisis. Please make yourself comfortable, there’s water on the table.’ With that she rushed out of the room typing furiously on her phone. As the door clicked you were left alone.

Don’t trust her … she’s going to try and change you … you don’t deserve this … leave … she’ll never believe you … you’re not worth her time …

Looking around the room you noticed various types of indoor plants, mountains of books, colourful stationary, art adorned the walls, nothing about this office was minimalist. You started picking at the skin around the nails, anything to drown out the voice in the back of your mind.

Pathetic … a solider seeing a therapist? … what a joke you are …

Eyes widening you focused on the water in front of you, your jaw clenched as your knees started to bounce involuntarily. The rhythmic movement of you knee mimicked the turbulence of the plane before it crashed. The water reminded you of the rain that lashed against wreckage as you clutched at Adam’s, the silence of the office was deafening.

You were sure you could hear the blood in your veins, your heart pounding in your chest, your muscles tensing as the scene played out. Again. And again.

Suddenly your chest felt tight. The room felt so small. The walls felt like they were closing in with every breath.

Get out … run … run …

Clutching at your chest you stumbled out of the room and down the corridor. You fought against the tears that wanted to spill, fought against the choking feeling in your chest. As you tried to get back to your room your feet felt heavy as your boots hit the floor. Clutching at your chest you tried desperately to calm down, but nothing was working.

You weren’t looking where you were going when you slammed into an immovable object. Looking up you saw the good Captain, in a deep conversation with Price. His initial annoyance at being slammed into soon faded as he saw you, doe eyed and in a clear state of panic. ‘Love?’ Price asked, in that fatherly tone you’d grown to love.

A choked sob exploded from your chest as you fell into his chest. Price threw his arms around you and pulled you close to him. Cradling your head he shushed you as he lead you both to his office. Instantly you felt safe, he was family, your solace. Holding your shoulder he ushered you away, looking over your shoulder you saw your captain offer a look of understanding. His crystal blue eyes were soft, brows furrowed as he offered a small smile.

Price sat you down in his office and poured you a drink from his secret stash. Nursing the liquor you slowly took control of your breathing again. Your heart rate slowed and the walls stopped closing in on you. Taking in a deep breath you wiped your eyes, ‘fuck sorry.’

‘Nothin to be sorry for love. Wanna talk about it?’

‘First therapy appointment. Except I didn’t even get that far, she had to leave and … well … flashback’ you shrugged.

Price nodded in understanding as he sipped his drink, the ice clinked against the crystal glass as he set it back down. ‘I see, sounds like it didn’t quite go to plan then?’

‘You think?’

‘Proud of you for going. First one is always the hardest.’

‘But I don’t even wanna go! I’m fine. I’m a fucking solider, this shouldn’t be happening.’

He tapped his thumb against the rim of the glass as he pondered your statement. ‘Hmmm. But you’re human first. Undeniably so, love. We don’t get to choose what traumatises us.’ Throwing your head back you sighed. You knew he was right deep down, but you didn’t want to accept it. You’d always been taught that how you felt now meant you were a failure.

You opened your mouth to argue but he very quickly shushed you. ‘Don’t lose yourself to this. Recovery ain’t linear but don’t let it consume you. Get some rest. Go on’ he ordered waving you to the door. Downing the rest of the liquor you hissed as the amber liquid singed your throat, earning a hearty laugh from Price. ‘Fuck off’ you smiled. ‘There she is’ he grinned through his bushy beard, ‘I’ll check in on you soon.’

— — — —

3AM. The green analogue clock lit up the room as you tossed and turned in your bed. Desperately you tried to feel the wind on your skin, smell the tulips at your feet, your mind scrambled to conjure up your field on tulips. But it was all in vain.

Your skin was clammy, bed sheets sodden with sweat as you swung your legs off the side of your bed. Your chest felt heavy again. The walls were slowly moving towards you. You needed a distraction.

Throwing on your gym clothes you made you way to 24 hour gym on site. The base was hauntingly quiet at night, dim emergency lights lit up the corridors. The linoleum shimmered, your footsteps echoed, the air seemed a little less dense outside of your room.

Seeing you were alone in the gym you hopped onto the treadmill and began running.

And running.

And running.

And running.

You ran until your legs felt heavy, until your knees wanted to give way, until the back of your throat burnt. Sweat poured from your forehead down your face, your neck, your back. The salty tang of it hit your lips as you pushed yourself to exhaustion.

‘You’ll vomit if you keep that pace up’ a gruff voice sounded from behind you, making you jump. Hitting the emergency stop button the treadmill screeched to a halt, you choked on your breath as you tried to catch it. ‘Captain McTavish!’ You stammered as you clutched your chest ‘scared the shit outta me. Jesus.’

His face broke out into a smile as he handed you your towel, ‘Soap.’

‘Hm?’

‘Just call me Soap. Captain’s too formal. How you feelin?’

‘Fine. Couldn’t sleep. Why’re you lurking round base this time of the morning?’

‘Lurkin?’ He chuckled ‘didn’t realise coming to the gym was lurking.’ You wiped your brow with the towel before dabbing at your chest, you noticed his eyes flicker downwards. Only for a millisecond.

‘It’s 4:30AM. You’re definitely lurking’ you laughed, it was a true laugh. A sound you hadn’t heard from yourself in quite some time. ‘And what are you doing here at 4:30AM?’ He asked, eyebrow raised.

‘Like I said, couldn’t sleep.’

‘Bullshit.’

‘Christ you’re annoying’ you grinned as you took a swig from your water bottle. ‘Bad dream. That’s all.’

Your eyes drifted towards the floor as the memory plagued your mind once again. ‘I have em too. First guy I ever killed. Twenty odd years ago. But I still see the life drain from his eyes. I feel it every time.’

‘Does it ever stop?’ You asked meekly, watching as his face dropped, a forlorn expression washed over his features.

‘Nah. But you know what helps?’

‘What?’

‘Therapy.’

Rolling your eyes you playfully slapped his bicep, his firm, taught bicep. ‘Fuck off.’

‘Just try it again? It might not fix it, but it can make it more bearable. Seen too many good soldiers lose their life to this job cause of the shit we do. Don’t lose yourself.’

You bit your cheek as you squirmed in front of your Captain, you didn’t expect him to be so vulnerable so quick. ‘Don’t overthink it lass. Just consider it.’

‘You sound like Price.’

‘Who do you think made me go?’ He winked, the corners of his mouth creasing up into a smirk. ‘Maybe … I’ll think about it’ you said whilst twisting the towel in your hands. ‘That’s all I ask’ he smiled, placing a warm hand in your shoulder.

His hand encapsulated your entire shoulder, the calluses that decorated his skin kissed yours ever so gently. All you could do was offer a kind glance in his direction as sparks ran down your spine. ‘Go on. Try and get some rest at least. You’re facing me on the mats tomorrow.’

‘Ah, so that’s why you’re in the gym. Trying to muster a little more strength before I put you on your ass is it Captain?’

Chuckling he rolled his eyes ‘I knew you were gonna be trouble ‘moment I saw you. I’ll see you in the morning Dunn. Piss off.’

Giggling you turned to leave but not before your eyes lingered on him, drinking in his form before you. ‘G’night Soap.’

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A/N low key loved writing this chapter. Ain it cute?

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[daughter-of-melpomene]

🐱 + Lark?? -🍂

Thanks so much for asking about my beautiful little sea shanty lover, Alvita!! (Again, gonna tag @auxiliarydetective and @supermarine-silvally, but y’all can tell me if you don’t want me to! <3)

If they're a light or heavy sleeper: Oh, she’s actually a stupidly light sleeper, and will wake up at almost any noise. Sanji’s actually a little bit concerned for her.

What they would do if they won the lottery right now: Lark actually already has plenty of money as inheritance from her parents (though she has to work on getting it back from the World Government after they “held it for her” following her parents’ deaths), but if she won the equivalent of the lottery in the One Piece universe, she would just use it to buy some nice things for the other Straw Hats, or even just buy a nice house somewhere for all of them where they could hang out if they ever wanted a break from the pirate life, and donate all the rest of it to a good cause.

If they have a special item that they couldn't bear to lose: Her guitar. It may have come from the World Government and be somewhat of a symbol of all the years she spent as their showpony, but it’s also the thing that has accompanied her through every performance she has ever had, and she couldn’t bear to lose it, stop using it, or get rid of it.

One negative personality trait of theirs: She is incredibly stubborn, and though it does sometimes turn out well for her, it certainly doesn’t a lot of the time.

Their favorite 70s song: If she were ever to hear our seventies songs, I really think she would like “I Will Always Love You” by Dolly Parton.

The color(s) associated with their zodiac: White (Cancer).

Their favorite comedy movie: If she were ever to see our world’s comedy movies, I think she’d really like Legally Blonde.

About one person they've lost: Though neither of Lark’s parents were very hands-on or obviously loving, her father was a bit closer to her and always made sure to give her a hug whenever she walked into a room. He always smelled like peaches because of his cologne, and to this day, Lark can’t smell peaches without thinking of him.

A quote I associate with them: “Where words fail, music speaks.”

If they're a lover or a fighter: Most would expect her to be a lover as an artist, but my girl is definitely a fighter. She’s stubborn and fiercely protective of the people she cares about, and having been denied the opportunity to punch people who annoy her for so long, she’ll now take any opportunity she can get.

send me 🐱 + an oc!!

[everythingisblue-if]

How are all the ROs react when they're jealous? Maybe on the Crush Stage since it's more interesting to see. Sorry if this question had been asked :'(

i think I’m gonna try something different when answering asks like these. I usually put names and a sentence lol, but I’m thinking of doing more.

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Lane

• If you’ve been flirting with him and he suddenly sees you doing the same with someone else or them doing it with you, he’s not going to be a happy camper.

• Seeing as you two are not in a relationship, he’ll try to forget the event, but it’ll be hard. He’ll most likely distance himself from you, either because he doesn’t want to think about it or because he doesn’t want to feel jealous over you ever again.

• If you don’t talk to him about the situation one day, he’ll distance himself enough that you two might never get in a relationship. This would happen if you ever decide to flirt with him and Simon. He wants it to be only him, so you’ll ruin whatever relationship you have with Lane and might never get it back.

Simon

• Simon doesn’t know what jealousy feels like, but he knows his past lovers have experienced it all.

• To him, you’re your own person, and you can flirt or talk to whomever, and he essentially has reason to stop it. And seeing as he does flirt with others, even if you both are in the crushing stage, it would feel very contradictory to him.

• However, once you develop a relationship, it’s only you and no one else. He would become very jealous once you become official, but before that, he has no qualms about it.

Henery

• Henery is just a naturally jealous guy. He gets jealous over everything; he wants that painting but someone else has it, and he’ll be jealous about it.

• And when it comes to you, he’ll be as jealous as he is about everything. If you talk to someone he despises or someone he just doesn’t want associating with you, he’ll pull you away in a jealous manner, keeping you all night to prevent someone else from taking your attention.

• These situations are not ideal to Henery’s personality, but he’ll shrug or brush it off as protecting you, and no because he likes you. And you’ll have to get used to it because he won’t stop.

B

• B is kind of clueless when it comes to jealousy. They don’t feel the emotion and is just lighthearted about everything.

• They do not need to be like Henery and chase people away from you because they trust you enough and everyone you associate yourself with to not “try” anything. Which is a bit naive.

• B is not that fierce outside of the army, and they want you to know that. They want you to be free to do whatever you want and they won’t get in your way. They believe this is the way to your heart, and maybe you’ll give it to them.

Samara

• She’s very poised and does not bother with trivial things. However, she’ll pull a fast one on you, without even realizing she’s jealous.

• She’ll interrupt a talk you’re having with someone, and she’s allowed to because she’s a noble. She doesn’t have to pull you away with no cause, because her mere presence is enough to have people backing away from you.

• She doesn’t know that she does this because she’s jealous and wants you to herself. But she’s happy that that’s the outcome.

M

• M likes to fantasize about running a sword through whoever brushes your shoulder or even smiles at you.

• They always glare at whoever has your attention. And seeing that they have to constantly stand by your side, they hate others flirting with you, or if you flirt with them back. But their heated stare is enough to have your company leave as quickly as they came.

• At the end, they let you know that they’ll be your company and that no one else matters. And at night, they let the word spread that if anyone attempts a conversation with you will find themselves dead. (Although it’s just an empty threat, everyone believes it.)

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Thanks for your ask, Anon, and I hope you enjoyed this new format of these types of asks 😃

Have a great day/night!!! 💋👑

[queenveela]

Hogwarts legacy MC bio/headcanons

Avian Grey was born to a Welsh witch in the Pyrenees, France (close to Beauxbatons) she does not have any memory of her parents. She was raised by her mothers sister and research partner “Aunt Efa”.

While researching magical creatures in the Pyrenees, Avians mother had an affair with a man from one of the local villages, all Efa knew about him was that he was from a family that had strong Veela lineage. Avians mother passed away not long after giving birth to her.

Ave and Efa had a very nomadic lifestyle traveling from place to place for purpose of Efa’s research. She gained a lot of experience fighting due to run ins with poachers and other undesirables during their travels. Perhaps it was due to her fate as a wielder of ancient magic that the constant traveling caused her to be late in her admission to Hogwarts, and enter as a fifth year.

Her patronus/potential animagus: A hippogriff. Powerful and dignified, once you earn her trust she will protect you fiercely. If you cross her she will fight you.

Coincidentally her name is French for “bird like”.

I like to think the hippogriffs appearing in her storyline are immensely symbolic having to do with those she trusts. For example during her first trip to Hogsmeade with Sebastian two hippogriffs flew out of the forest, perhaps foreshadowing her relationship with him. Especially as they shared their first kiss after she took him to ride highwing (see fanfic for full story). Additionally the creatures have shown up in situations that involve Natty and Poppy.

Her interests:

-flying and magical beasts, love kneazles and has an entire vivarium just for kneazles. Despite her princess like appearance she likes to play as a beater during quidditch, after all she loves a good fight.

-She gets a high off of fighting. During 7th year her and Sebastian spends alot of their “dates” raiding poacher camps, not only because she wants to save beasts and loves fighting but they both find it insanely attractive watching each other fight (hence why their first duel in Hecat’s class is when they started to like one another) their kink is raiding different poacher camps and then doing it in the empty tent afterwards

Her strengths:

Excellent duelist

Highly ambitious and competitive (can also be a flaw if it gets out of hand)

Fiercly protective of those she loves.

Her flaws:

-Slight temper

-Jealous and sometimes manipulative but she’s better at hiding it than Sebastian. If she sees Sebastian talking to another girl she’ll use subtle tactics to get his attention might take her hair tie out for a second to adjust her hair, he doesn’t get to see fully undone often (until they become official) so it gets his attention, she also might loosen her tie and unbutton the first button of her shirt exposing more of her neck. If she’s feeling extra ambitious she’ll go talk to another student who isn’t Ominis, Poppy or Natty and be mildly flirtatious in asking them for help with something.

-Not always the most trusting..better with beasts than people. However she adores Poppy, Natty and Ominis.

-Easily distracted by anything having to do with Sebastian. Will drop important tasks to spend time with him.

After Hogwarts:

After Hogwarts Her and Seb elope in a quiet ceremony with only their close friends present. They start off as aurors but after Ave nearly gets killed while pregnant with their third child they calm down with the fighting obsession and settle for a more quiet lifestyle. They end up taking over Brood and Peck when Ellie decides to relocate and spend a majority of their lives taking care of magical beasts. They eventually wind up having a total of four daughters and three sons, out of which is a pair of twins (boy and girl like Sebastian and Anne). Because they lost so many of their family members when they were younger, a large family is important to them. Their family goes on to be a very well respected wizarding family throughout the decades. Newt Scarmander visits their shop regularly and they’re really fond of him, usually selling him beast-care tools at a high discount. They also see Poppy regularly as she is the care of magical creatures professor at Hogwarts.