#the colouring is nasty but eh

[geminison]

Wood carving and killing people both require knife skills. And both tend to leave marks

[istherewifiinhell]

Carpet cleaning! Fucking done. Room cleaning. Almost very nearly done. Think I'm gonna go at the walls and baseboards. And then it's time to. Fucking Reconstruct a Room.

[inkyquince]

I love that dark urge is officially THE red flags character. Harr harr lazael and shadowheart and astarion red flags yada yada NO

The conversation players have about those three ? Those three have that conversation about the dark urge.

"I've always loved the colour red..." Astarion says dreamily after gale mentions some of your red flags, while you're beating the shit outta someone in the back

You say something incredibly off putting about the violence in your head? Lae'zel's breath quickens and the faster she gets her thighs clamped around your head, the better.

Shadowheart? Fuckin forget it. You threaten a man within an inch of his life and she just thinks, *till the room smells, till everyone in camp knows your name, till- wait, not till, we're not stopping-*

EVEN THE SENSIBLE ONES??

I can't talk about halsin cuz I'm WRITING that rn, but Gale getting flustered as you wash the blood from your hands? Wyll practising sword play (ehe) with you and needs to dunk himself in cold water afterwards because you're so aggressive and FORWARD. Karlach just gets going watching you tend to your weapons, wiping down the blood from the blades and the quarterstaff and from your boots, with slow precision.

I just think it's neat to be able to officially play THE red flags character that no other red flag character could even attempt to defeat

Edit: EVEN THE FUCKING EMPEROR?? RED FLAGS GALORE??? MASTER MANIPULATOR AND NASTY? hold his hand again, please, he likes it.

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 2

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.1K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar

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Three days passed with the same and the schedule between the both of you remains the same. The black cat - you should really start to come out with a name for it - will only come out from the sofa when you feed it, never allowing you to pet it and only starting to eat when you turn away. But you started to get worried. Its fur was matted in blood and you were afraid that it had sustained severe injuries. You wanted to give it a bath to see how bad the injuries were but it was extremely on edge. 

You sighed. Your work shift starts in over an hour and you still need to travel down. You left your room and prepared a big bowl of food and water, placing it at the edge of the sofa. 

“I’m going to go work now, kitty. Don’t eat everything for lunch. Keep some for dinner. I’ll be back before midnight.” You waited to see or hear any response from it but, nothing. You didn’t know what to expect - honestly. 

Your keys clanged against each other as you opened the gate and wore your shoes. “Bye, kitty!” You called out one last time as you hastily locked the gates. 

08 33.

You were going to be so, so late. “Damn it.” You looked at your watch. “Never mind.”

You were going to be late, might as well be late. Right? You ran down the block and unlocked your car. Normally your car sits in the parking lot as you prefer the public transport. However, you can’t afford to be late today. There were important events held today and you need to supply them with the necessities before and during the events. 

You drove as fast as the speed limit allows and managed to reach the shop just in time - spare a minute. 

“Y/N! Good, you’re here.” Your boss exclaimed. “You put everything down first and help pack the cart.”

“With the boxes?” You pointed to the cardboard boxes that were strewn across the floor. He nodded. “Which ones?” You started opening every box to peek inside. “And this cart is for which event?”

Your boss helped you carry the correct boxes to wrap, saying, “This one is for the company event. I think it’s called Furman or something.”

You nodded. “I have no idea what that is.” The both of you burst out laughing. “Normal, eh?” 

The both of you worked together in sync and the things were wrapped, packed, and ready to go. 

“What time does the driver come?” You asked as you sat down on the nearest chair. It was only 10 00 and you were already tired. 

Your boss looked up from his phone and said, “In five minutes. Peng just texted and said he will be reaching soon.” You nodded, getting up from the seats. 

The whole day went by as usual - aching arms, spilling coffee and milk, carrying boxes, serving nasty customers, the list goes on. But today, you were more than happy to go home for a whole new reason. You packed up faster than usual and cleaned up like a speeding train, all to go home earlier to see your cat. 

Well, he wasn’t exactly your cat to say.

What the hell do I call him?

Bringing your bag out of the storage room, you turned to ask your boss, “What is a nice name for a male cat but not generic?” 

“That’s a rather random question?” He looked up from behind the cashier. 

“Come on, please? I wanna go home already.” You whined. “I just need some ideas.”

He scratched his chin. “Did you get a cat?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm… Maybe Cookies? Or you can try… What is its fur colour?”

“Erm, black?” Your reply was as if it was a question.

“Blackie? Stormy? Burnt?” He shrugged.

“Hmm, alright thanks.” You scurried out of the shop. “Gotta go, bye!”

You ran for the car park at the back of the building where the store was located and quickly got in. Turning on the engine, you thanked the gods that the roads were fairly empty today, allowing you to reach home earlier than usual. You parked in the multi-story car park where it is sheltered and decided to head over to the nearest supermarket to get some food. 

You headed over to the cat food section, picking out a bag of new kibbles and can food. Then, you gravitated over to the vegetables and meat, chicken, and beef. Maybe some seasoning and a tad bit too many crackers. 

You paid for the groceries and headed up to your block, struggling to grab your keys as you reached your level. You opened your door and ran to the kitchen, putting everything down before rushing back to close the gates. You turned on the lights and started to pack everything into their respective places on the shelves. 

Heading over to the bowls that you have left out for kitty, you spotted that there were only a few kibbles he didn’t finish. You tossed those out and gave them a good wash, placing them on the rack to dry overnight. 

You turned off the lights and cautiously headed to your room, hoping that all the noise you made had not yet woken the sleeping cat under your sofa. But when you stepped into your room, oh, you were so wrong. 

Kitty was indeed asleep but not under the sofa. It hissed at the sudden attack of light that you switched on, scurrying to your pillow’s snout first. 

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t know you were there. I thought you were sleeping under the sofa.” You dimmed the lights and headed to the closet, walking over to your bathroom from the connection point there. 

Yoongi could hear the water running down the shower room from where he was laying on your bed. He was just about to fall back asleep when you picked him up, making him hiss at the sudden contact. Trying to pry your hands away by lightly scratching you didn’t seem to phase you at all. 

Where are you taking me? PUT ME DOWN! I SAID, PUT ME D - 

“If you want to sleep in my bed, you are going to take a bath first.” You announced, bringing him to the bathtub which you have already filled up with water. 

NO, NO, NO. I DON’T WANT TO BATHE! I WANT TO SLEEP!

You slowly placed him down into the water and he hissed, not wanting to be washed. He sloshed around in the water, attempting to get out but your grip on him was too tight. 

“Come on, kitty. I’ll leave you alone later if you are willing to let me bathe you now.”

Fine. 

So Yoongi floated there, let you wash him up, blow dry his fur, coo over how soft his fur now is, and check his injuries. When he had gotten enough attention, he jumped off the countertop of the basin and trotted back to the pillows with a meow. Letting you close enough was already pushing his instincts, he wanted to rest now and that was exactly what he was going to do. 

Yoongi heard you sigh from the washroom and started to clean things up. He didn’t last too long with the warm pillows and your scent, lulling him into the darkness. 

A few more weeks went by and the schedule essentially stayed the same. Nothing really changed. 

Nothing really changed. 

Food schedules may not have changed but your cat sure did. Kitty, you decided to call it, started to be more comfortable with you after that day you bathed him. His injuries didn’t seem too bad, just a few scratches here and there but have mostly healed over the past few days. You realised that it was indeed a he and that his fur - oh, it was the softest thing you have ever touched. It was even nicer than the fluffy rugs you have lying on the floor of your house. 

Sometimes, you even wake up with him snuggled in between your arms. 

What a character this cat has.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a few days ago when you realised that your cat wasn’t eating as much as he used to. He ran fevers, occasionally spasming, and always whined for your attention every time you were near. Hell, you think that he probably vomited while you weren’t around too! You decided to take a leave today to see exactly what was wrong with your cat. 

So the moment that you woke up, you prepared to leave for the veterinarian. Your cat, however, did not seem at all fond of the idea. It mewled and clung onto your sofa when you tried to bring it out of the house. 

“Come on!” You struggled. “Come on, kitty, seriously! You have been sick for god knows how long and I’m not going to let you keep going like that!” You huffed. “Come…On! Let’s go already. The faster you finish, the faster we can come home.”

When you finally managed to get him out of the door, he meowed the whole way to the vet, almost ripping apart the towel that you had wrapped him in. You heaved a sigh of relief when you reached and got him into the clinic, heading right to the registration counter. 

“Hello, what are you here for?” 

“Erm, my cat has been having fevers and spasming recently. I would like to have him checked out.” You said, eyes darting around the place, seeing many different animals and feeling real… Out of place. You only fed the stray cats downstairs your blocks but never really had a pet by yourself. 

“Have you seen any doctors or come before?”

You shook your head. “No, we haven’t.”

The receptionist nodded. “How long has this been going on?”

You tried to think back to the earlier times when you started to suspect that your cat was sick. “Erm, about a few - maybe around four - days ago?”

“Alright.” The receptionist typed something into her computer and took out a ticket. “You can head over to the seat and wait for your queue number. It will show up on the screen when it is being called.”

You thanked her and went to take a seat. 

A3009, You read on the ticket. 

“That’s still a long way from ours, kitty. It’s only A286 right now. Hang in there.” You told him as he started to gag after a while. You ran your hands down his back in an attempt to calm him down. 

He started to shift around in your hold and you started to panic. “Erm,” You looked up, trying to ask for help just as he puked, vomit splattering off the floor and onto your shoes. People jumped back and pets got startled. The receptionists and nurses came out, trying to diffuse the commotion and clean the mess. 

You stood there trying to calm your cat down to no avail. “Gods, I’m so sorry -”

“It’s fine.” A nurse said. “I think this is more serious than you may have thought. Go to room five and knock. The doctor there will let you in. The receptionist has already informed her that you would be going first.”

You nodded and rushed to the room on as steady feet as possible, hoping that your quick movements would not trigger him again. 

ROOM 5: DR. PARK JI-HYUN

You knocked and went in, hastily greeting the doctor before explaining what was going on. “I really have no idea and I didn’t know how bad it was. I thought it would have gone away after a while.”

Dr Park conducted some tests and checked his lungs. As the results came back, the frown on his doctor’s brows was not making him feel any better. All the sources online stated that stray cats have a much stronger immune system to counter diseases than domestic cats do, so you decided to try for a few days. 

“I think it isn’t quite the problem of what your cat has eaten or what disease it has contracted.” Dr Park said. She scribbled something on the papers and moved to the screens, calling somebody to arrange for some sort of transportation. 

When she came back, she looked you dead in the eyes and frowned. Sighing, she said, “Goodness, how do I phrase this?” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Your cat isn’t a cat. It is a hybrid.” 

[tteokdoroki]

aali help i wanna piss off kiri so bad :( be just arch nemesis :( his fated enemy :( the villain in his story :( i wanna constantly be at his throat to the point where he can’t stand me n has no choice but to try n put me in my place or die trying every time he sees me. send help this is an illness atp

eijirou kirishima gets a long with everyone— absolutely everyone.

kids love him, he ruffles their hair and only gives them candy if they’re good to their mum’s who oogle his arms when they think he’s not looking. the old ladies adore him whenever he passes them by in the cafe he gets his smoothie at every morning ( the baristas have a thing for him too ), the old sweethearts will give him a hard candy and a pinch to the cheek just for saying hello.

he’s kind, and warm, always serves with a smile and stops by to help.

everybody loves eijirou kirishima.

everybody except for you.

for some reason, you insist on hating him. refusing his help when he holds the door open tor you or offers to carry your bags, you look at eijirou like he’s stupid in patrol meetings and reject his rides home from work. you’re mean— and it annoys him. there’s only so much a man can take before he snaps and has to do something about the problem.

“not so tough, are ya now?” eijirou can be mean too, he can grip you by the cheeks and force your body into the wall, keeping you up against it by the brute strength of his his hips as they canter into yours— heavy, girthy cock carving its shape into your slippery malleable insides. all you can do is hiccup, keening into the red head’s every move even if you attempt to move your head away from his grip. “d’aw, don’t be like that sweetheart…you don’t like it when i’m mean? when i fuck you up like this; treat this nasty cunt like she deserves?”

please, you can’t tell if the way kirishima folds you up, knees into your shoulders as a bulky arm wraps around your soft middle makes you love him or hate him more— either way you’re cock drunky, hungry for the way his veiny shaft bullies it’s way into you accompanied by the wet slap, slap, slap that trickles into your symphony of hiccups and gasps and high pitched whines. “y-you’re such an…awful person,” you stutter out as kirishima licks the salt sweat from his Cupid’s bow— pulling all the way out of your creamy cunt, white with your own juices, fluttering at the suction sound when there’s not an inch of kiri left inside you.

eijirou smirks, resting his glistening cock on your pelvis, tip leaking a ways way above your belly button, entire shaft throbbing against your soft tummy. “takes one to know one, eh?” he grins sweet at you; ruby eyes though coloured with hatred shining with lust. “you’re just the awful person who likes gettin’ fucked like a filthy bitch.” then he’s grinding that seedy, achingly red tip of his into your swollen clit; hissing through his sharp teeth as he pushes back into your blistering heat with ease, chuckling at how you welcome him home, pussy pulsing with desire. “such a nasty, fuckin’ girl, huh sweetheart?” he adds, punctuating each of his words with a hard thrust into your guts.

“w-watch it, red.” you’re in no place to warn kirishima, feeling like his cock is in your throat, back arching up to meet his pace.

eijirou thumbs at your clit, sending your eyes back into your skull, his mouth hanging open to mock your moans. “w-w-watch it red!” he teases, stimulating you so fast; so fucking hard you don’t know what’s up or what’s down. “do me a favour, sweetheart, and come up for air. let me help you out just this once, and make this pathetic pussy cum. okay?”

his words make you drip, coating his thighs in a sticky sheen of your arousal and all you can do is look up at the sinisterly sexy eijirou kirishima and speak with just the tears of pleasure in your eyes.

okay.

[crystallizedkingdoms]

The Lover

Johann had a lot of love, and it flowed through him like music. How did it take so long to notice?

wc: 3,663

The Birds in this fic: Ren & Brian (Twins), Johann (Lover), Avi (Protector), Hekuba (Lonely Journal-Keeper), Julia (Peacemaker), Sazed (Wordless One)

day 3 of @johann-appreciation-week! woohoo! its johavi time. you can also read this on ao3.

Johann was not known for his love. Not at first, at least. That’s the very first thing people could tell you if you asked about it. That’s certainly the first thing his coworkers would tell you during the first few cycles of their Century. Captain Sazed would say he’s far too cold to be known for his love, that’s for sure. All work and no play. You don’t want a guy who only has his eyes on his work. They get jealous easy. That’s why I’m single.

Ren and Brian would be kinder in their assessment, if only to be cordial to their acquaintance. He’s a good man, don’t get me wrong! But, well, I definitely wouldn’t say the first thing that stands out to me about him is… love, Ren would try her best to be sensitive. Just for Brian’s voice to then crash in, the first thing that comes to mind when you see him is drag. Since that’s all the poor boy seems to do!

I would bet money if Johann knew what love was outside of those old songs he studies, the chronicler Hekuba would write in her hefty journal one night, blunt and opinionated as she always is.

Julia Burnsides, oh how she would try her best. Johann is passionate. You can see it in his eyes, when he plays those wonderful songs he makes. He has a fire! I think the other guys are assholes who can’t recognize that. Not that Johann makes it easy to recognize, but, hey, that’s not his fault! she would laugh, vindicated in her findings. The word ‘love’ is never uttered and she would clam up if you pointed that out to her.

But Avi would never ask his fellow members that sort of question.

Even in the beginning years of the Century, Avi must admit that he held similar views to Johann. If he asked himself that question, he would certainly have given some nonsense answer. Hah. He’s fun, he really is. I’m sure someone like him knows love. But love? He’s not a lover. Not— not to say he’s a player or anything! Just, you know… right? You know. It was hard not to…

—

It was hard not to have that impression of Johann at first. Avi hardly knew him back when they worked at the IPRE. It was such a big institution after all. But Avi heard little snippets of information about him when he made a name for himself for his strange attitude and even stranger job. One of the top cosmologists in his division, that was rumoured to have been begged to join the planar research team once the Light of Creation had catapulted their research funding into the suns, Johann was also an avid bard and proud of it. He not only performed during work hours, but also after work. Busking in public without a care in the world, and with a permanent bitch face that didn’t match his colourful clothing to prove it.

He’s difficult to get along with, I heard, one of Avi’s coworkers would say. Always has some sarcasm to hurl at you. Good ol’ dash of condescension too. Have you heard him claim he’s the greatest violin player of all time? If that’s so, what the hell are you doing here, eh?

Avi wished that meeting him dispelled those nasty rumours, but that, unfortunately, did not happen. That first day, their first introduction, had been anything but loving. Avi, the newly appointed Head Security Officer, eagerly stuck out his hand after just finishing his conversation with Julia. “Hey! The name’s Avi. Nice to meet you, man,” he greeted, with that characteristic slip of unprofessional language making him blush in embarrassment.

Johann looked down at Avi’s hand and at that moment, Avi could not even guess what expression he was giving off. Johann slowly took Avi’s hand before he could attempt a guess anyway. “Johann. Nice meeting you, dude,” he said, and he sounded even less worried about his language than Avi. “You’re our guard for the mission, yeah?”

“Yep! That’s me all right,” Avi said with a pleased hum. “I think I’ve heard about your work before. You were in cosmology before this mission.”

Johann rolled his eyes. The sight of it knocks Avi out internally and he could only blink slowly as a reaction. “Yeah, cosmology. Awesome times in that stuffy place. Anyway, have you heard my music? When I’m down at the quad.”

“Ah, um, sorry. I haven’t yet.”

Johann blinked back at Avi. Then he shrugged and turned around to move on to the next person. “Well, see ya around then. Be sure to check me out before we send our asses to space.”

What could Avi do after that? He stood stiff as a board as he watched Johann abruptly leave the conversation and move towards the twins Brian and Ren. Even when the Captain swept him away into another introduction, not even that conversation got his mind off of Johann’s attitude (though, that might be partly because the Captain felt incredibly overbearing). By the time Avi had introduced himself to every single person in the mission, when he looked around to talk to Johann again, he was nowhere to be found.

“The guy walked right out after he was done talkin’ to me,” Hekuba grumbled when Avi asked. “Thought it was something I said. He said, verbatim, ‘nah, just got a performance down at the quad. The one in front of my cosmology department. Tell the others that you guys get dibs on the first row of my performances from now on.’” She released a deep exhale after she finished relaying Johann’s words to Avi, who noticed the other crew started to listen in.

“We should probably join one, right?” Ren said. 

Brian nodded in response to his sister’s words. He had a pleasant smile on his face. “I think we definitely should. I’ve heard he really is a spectacular musician. Why not treat it as a little get-to-know-each-other party?” he offered.

Hekuba rolled her eyes, not quite as hooked on the idea. “If that was what he wanted, he would’ve actually offered it to us.”

Avi spoke up, unnerved by the environment this conversation  could easily lead to. “I’d really like to go, actually,” he interjected. All eyes on him. He’s always been fine with that. “I heard about his performances before. I’ve always wanted to go see one myself. Come on, guys, let’s go down now!”

“Now?” Ren asked. “I meant, like, in the future. Not the one he’s currently doing!”

Avi crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. That laid back posture he held was doing a lot of heavy lifting to keep himself from betraying the fact he really had no clue how this would go. “He probably had the front area reserved for us because this was our first time properly meeting each other. That’s kind of an invitation. It’s not rocket science, guys.”

“Yeah, let’s leave rocket science for another day,” Captain Sazed spoke up. He was unnervingly silent even during the introductions as he stated only what he needed to and what was pried out of him. “Let’s go see the guy. We’ve got two months all cooked up together in that spaceship, we can handle a performance or whatever.”

At the Captain’s direction, Julia hurried over to the door of the conference room they had been talking in. “Then let’s not wait. I wanna see if he brings drinks over or if it’s really just about him,” she said, amusement tucked in the back of her throat. Everyone followed suit, even Sazed, who didn’t seem to mind being the follower instead of the leader. Avi sucked in a deep breath and tried to steel himself— for the best or the worst to come.

—

The first time Avi saw Johann’s love was in Cycle 17.

Kind of a dickish amount of time to take to notice that sort of stuff, but hey, the multiple apocalypses got in the way. Sue him.

Avi saw love in Johann’s eyes at the top of a hill overlooking their landing site. That plane, with its hilly landscape and the perfect humidity levels for violin playing, as Johann explained, felt picturesque. His deep brown eyes watched as the other five members worked along to fix some scuff marks made on the Starblaster— Captain Sazed hounded all of them to get on with it.

Avi sat down next to Johann when he finally managed to climb up the hill. “Sazed wants you to join,” he said.

Johann sighed. It sounded airy and wistful, heightened by the pleasant breeze this planet consistently had. “I heard him,” he mumbled. “I’ll go down there when I’m ready.” Avi went to insist, in fear of getting in trouble with Sazed, but Johann did not give him the time of day. His eyes fixated on the crew below with a glaze of affection across his eyes.

Avi, clueless as he was sometimes, did not recognize that emotion at first. “I hope you don’t mind if I chill with you, then,” he said. There was an edge to his voice, as if this was a penance Johann was taking by avoiding doing work. “Since we can just chill here whenever we want.”

“That’s the spirit,” Johann mused. “It’s a nice plane. Better than that depressing mushroom world. So, enjoy it.”

Avi wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He was right, but… Avi struggled to figure out his feelings on his nonchalance. He kept his lips sealed tight, and though he tried to watch their friends below alongside Johann, Avi’s gaze kept crawling back to the man himself. Stop it, Avi scolded himself when he noticed what he was doing without his own permission. Don’t be weird.

But that ship sailed far before the Starblaster did. Avi’s eyes scoured for something, anything really, to better understand Johann. Avi didn’t feel disconnected from Johann, he was definitely closer to him than he was to the Captain at least, but Avi would be lying if he said even 17 years was enough for him to truly get a pin on Johann. He felt it was stupid to be looking into that bard’s eyes as if some grand revelation that would unlock everything about Johann’s personality would suddenly hit him, but was he wrong for hoping that? No, he couldn’t be…

“They’re wonderful, Avi.”

Avi perked up. “Sorry, what?”

“Our group. They’re wonderful.” Johann didn’t look at Avi when he said those words. His eyes were still fixated on the little figures below. “I can’t believe I’m with you guys.”

“Kind of hard to be with anyone else.”

Johann chewed his lip. “Not like that,” he said. “I mean that I can’t believe I ever got onto the Starblaster with you six at all. And that you’re all such wonderful, wonderful people.”

Avi almost choked hearing those words. “Woah. What?” he asked. Confusion painted his face and he studied Johann’s face even more thoroughly for answers. “What do you mean by that?”

Johann’s brows knitted together in what Avi thinks is concentration. A looking-back into his memories of a world over seventeen years ago. “I wasn’t liked back in the IPRE,” he said. It sounded matter-of-fact, but… tired as well. His voice sounded more exhausted than it usually did. Almost frail. His eyes squinted down at someone Avi did not even discern, for that meant to look away from Johann’s face. “And don’t you play dumb, I know that’s how it was. I was kind of a shithead back then, but I still didn’t deserve that. I didn’t deserve the way I was treated.”

“How were you treated?” Avi asked. “And don’t say that I already know. I… I know people didn’t like you. I know that. But I honestly was not in your division before the mission and I didn’t start going to your performances after our formal meeting. I don’t know.”

Johann’s eyes strained down at the ground below the hill. Was he even focusing on the crew anymore? “I liked working in cosmology. Honestly. I loved my research, I loved figuring out what makes our universe tick, how the laws of science and magic keep our worlds matching on. If I could bury myself in just that, and my instruments, I would be fine. I would have loved it. It wasn’t me that sucked, it was… coworkers.

“…People can’t read me,” Johann heaved a sigh so dejected it sounded like a sob. Avi felt a wave of embarrassment hit him. “They never have. When I invite them out to a performance, not even my own, they think I’m showing off. Anything I mention outside of my direct line of work is superfluous. I’m bragging. When I use music to help me study, or I use it to help me document certain ideas I can’t get down with words, I’m making things too hard, I’m being difficult. Oh, man, I can fucking hear all their complaining even now.”

Avi swallowed thickly. He watched as Johann’s eyes shifted down, up, away, to the side. Never at him. Was Johann avoiding looking at him? “I’m sorry,” he said. What else was there to say?

“That’s all the shit they said when I wasn’t provoking them. That wasn’t the only reason I started doing those performances on site. It was why I did it right on the quad in front of our building,” Johann said and he almost laughed, Avi swore he could hear an almost-laugh! “But yeah. That shit spread. Obviously it’s a huge institute, I wasn’t famous or anything. But my business gets spread around and people I’ve never seen in my life look at me like I need to prove something to them. That I’m not just some stupid musician who got into that place through my ass.

“And then I’m on the most sought-after mission of a lifetime. And… I worried you guys were like them. I worried that they got to you,” Johann admitted. “They sorta did. I think. I am certain at least some of you have heard those things about me. I don’t fault you for that.”

Avi gritted his teeth when he heard those words. “You should. It was dumb of us to even entertain that,” he said. He hoped that just saying those words would engrave them in his soul.

“Hindsight, Avi, hindsight. I really don’t give a shit if you believed it, because you guys didn’t let it define me. After almost two decades you guys have let me exist the way I am, with my music and shit, and you have only gotten nicer around me. That’s…” Johann trailed off. He closed his eyes and bathed in the breeze that washed over him. “That’s pretty fucking wonderful of you guys.”

Without thinking, Avi reached over and placed his hand on Johann’s hand on the grass. Johann visibly tensed up at the contact, but he didn’t pull away or tell him to move, so Avi kept it there. “Of course we wouldn’t let that define you,” he assured with a gentle voice. “Johann, you… are invaluable to this team. From your scientific knowledge to your music, your conversations and your company— everything, man. Seriously, how lucky we are to have you onboard with us. And I want you to know that we’ll always want you here with us.”

Seconds passed on the warm wind and the humid environment, and Avi thought he had kept his hand on Johann for far too long when Johann shifted in his place. He closed his other hand on top of Avi’s, leaned in close, and opened his eyes, and he saw it. Avi saw love in Johann’s eyes. Avi read it as clear as day, like the brightest gemstone in the world. It felt so… real. How did he miss it? How did anyone miss it?

“I want to… be with you here, too,” Johann said. 

And Avi blushed.

—

“I’m going to screw up.”

Johann brushed off some imaginary dust off of Avi’s shoulders. The suit he wore felt stuffier than it felt during their practices, the fabric taught against his sweating skin and weak knees. “You’ve had a year of practice. You can do it.”

“Johann, you’ve been the greatest musician of over forty different worlds, and I am some douchebag performing in front of the Light of Creation— in front of hundreds of people— right next to you. I think it’s going to be very obvious I learned how to be decent at piano over the course of a year,” Avi fretted. His heart pounded faster in his chest every second he spoke, and even more so when he heard the cheering of Julia’s performance ending. 

Johann looked up into Avi’s eyes and it took all his strength to not buckle. He rested a hand on Avi’s chest, right above his heart, and a heat rushed between them that neither could stand to ignore much longer. “I asked you to join me on this project for a reason. You actually joined me for a reason. If you didn’t think you had what it took to go up on that stage, you wouldn’t have agreed to this,” he said. 

“…You’re right,” Avi breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m just scared. I’m worried what it might mean if I mess up. What if I mess up and we don’t get the Light?”

Johann laughed. What a sound, Avi thought. “If they accepted Brian’s little spider dance, I think you’ll get in no matter what.”

Avi laughed along with Johann, and he could see it, too. Avi could not deny it. Avi could not act like he was the only one who felt it. It was inevitable that this would reach a state of undeniability. Johann watched him laugh with love in his eyes.

Brilliant light flashed behind them. A crash of Julia’s beautifully carved wooden sculpture, with all its fine details and careful polish, invaded their mind so thoroughly, like it had always been there. They didn’t even notice it had left at all. They just kept staring at each other. They kept looking for their love in the other. 

Someone called their names. The spell between them was broken, but only for a little bit. Just enough for them to get on stage.

And their love flowed through them.

—

Love is intrinsic to music. Avi hadn’t put the two together until he saw Johann perform right next to him.

Johann’s eyes were closed during the performance, as they often were when he played, and he poured his heart into the world through his violin. How his fingers danced across strings, sliding up and down the fingerboard, and even the gentle sway as he played all told the audience one thing: this is what I love. 

Johann had to love his music. It was what kept him going. It was what pushed him through his department’s awful environment and made him thrive. It gave him purpose in life, some way for him to connect with anyone who would ever hear him and not fundamentally misinterpret him. It was his way of connecting and saying, Look at me, hear me, and let me show you what I love. Maybe you will love it too.

But that communication betrayed more than he ever wanted. The love for his music spilled, despite all that his efforts to keep it from doing so. It touched the hearts of all the Starblaster crew— the only people he had left. It was held and subsequently destroyed in the worlds he tried to desperately save.

And when he let his eyes crack open to look at Avi, and their gaze connected for just a moment before they continued their duet, it was Johann telling him, you are who I love. It was a different love’s song from the ones his heart sung to the audience and even the rest of the crew. It was a song that held longing in each note. This song, sprung on a grassy hill decades ago, flourished in sneaky escapades, vulnerable moments, and hands that grazed without thinking, blossomed right there on that stage,

Johann’s part in their duet was an offer, a question, a plea.

Avi was not near Johann’s match in terms of talent; but when he played, there was only one answer. An answer spoken only in Johann’s language of music. He smiled as he poured his heart onto the piano and swayed as Johann did. You are who I love.

And Johann knew. Avi realized when he saw Johann grin so openly, so brightly, as they reached the end of their performance. Such an expression he usually reserved for private moments, suddenly on display for everyone to see. He didn’t stop smiling even when the cheers erupted. He didn’t stop smiling when they bowed together, hand in hand. He didn’t stop smiling when they leaned in close. Even when they placed the sheet music of their piece in anxious silence, Avi could still see that grin on his lips.

The duet, and all the love embedded within, disappeared from their minds. Johann tensed up as he usually did during this part of the ceremony. Avi did not even have the time to sweat or doubt his performance before the second flash came, and a great blast of their song filled the planes of existence. The crowd cheers and the air is filled with applause. Avi swore he could hear the rest of the crew cheering the loudest.

Avi and Johann glanced at each other. They knew, without a word, what they needed. Johann gripped Avi’s hand hard and slipped them away from the crowd, their professors and friends alike.

In the quiet valley, away from the world, away from destruction or performance, Avi felt Johann’s love on his lips. And at that moment, it was the only thing he knew.

[harlowhockeystick]

happy new year from sYdney, aus! (Lmao i’m a loser who will never get over that)

i was scrolling thru ur sidney crosby stuff (bc this man has me GRIPPED I’m so embarrassed and obsessed) and I saw some of the teacher!reader stuff and I know most ppl default to like…teacher of young kids but please consider - high school teacher!reader

like yes reader is younger (I’m still thinking of ur age gap!sidney oh lord) but she’s been teaching high schoolers for nearly a decade now. so what if ur 36 and 180cm and a professional goon athlete on the ice. so what if ur shorter than literally all of sid’s teammates. hs teacher!reader has a presence and you WILL listen to her when she tells a room full of adrenaline fuelled hockey players to stop throwing their nasty underarmour clothing at each other for 5 seconds so you can all finish your damn gatorade and HYDRATE, evgeni, you think kidney stones are a joke, do you? or just giving someone the Teacher Look when they’re being a bit too sassy or just casually slotting in to help Dana in the equipment room.

dealing with the media? easy as pie - they’ve got nothing on private school parents who don’t understand why little johnny isn’t in the top class, he just needs to be challenged and extended, don’t you understand that’s why he doesn’t do anything in class, because he’s bored, he’s actually VERY capable! (sidney was shell shocked with a fear boner the first time he hears the tail end of your phone convo to a parent - “unfortunately mr x, i have yet to see any evidence of this, so our decision stands. Have a good day now :)”

the whole hockey schedule? oh lord, reader is a professional at timetable management, don’t you even worry. She’s an excellent coordinator (yes, a shared and colour coded google calendar for her and sidney’s relationship) she understands how both their schedules can be insane, but most importantly understands the importance of work-life balance and setting boundaries for yourself! she helps pull sidney out of his head, reminding him that it’s just as important to take care of himself if he wants to keep taking care of others. she reminds him that it’s okay to be a little bit selfish, and really, that it’s not actually selfish at all to admit to another person how tired and frustrated you are, or to talk about things from years past that you thought you’d gotten over, but no, really, you just buried it for the sake of your team and career.

the whole public persona/reputation vs privacy thing? she totally gets it and understands sidney’s need first privacy. hell, that’s why she so fucking tech savvy - she knows ALL the tips and tricks to keep her socials locked away from prying student and parent eyes. It sparks this sense of safety and security in sidney? like he knows for sure that his privacy is protected, and that he trusts reader so much not to accidentally or not take advantage of his fame and fortune?

uhhhh anyway sidney being in shock-scared-and-horny-awe at your absolute confidence, breadth of knowledge, and commanding yet calm presence despite your age and (comparatively) tiny size. sidney discovers he has a competency kink when you accidentally use your teacher voice on him bc he keeps trying to distract you with kisses and cuddles while ur trying to finish off some marking. like, you stare at him over the top of your glasses and go “sidney crosby, you’ve got two choices right now - you can sit down on the couch in silence and wait literally 10 minutes, or, if you want to continue as you are, one of us is going to sleep in the guest room tonight, so let’s make good choices now, eh?”

he sheepishly goes to the couch and waits for you to sit in his lap after u’re done so you can pepper his shy lil face with kisses, calling him a “ridiculous boy” with such fondness in ur voice it makes him giggle

omg stop i LOVE THIS!!!!!!!

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

Corr gets cornered by some members of his old battalion who are very, very unhappy with his new position.

(warnings for canon typical violence, dehumanization)

It comes out of nowhere.

Corr gets body checked into the alley wall, his head bouncing on the stone and his vision swimming with white and familiar paint. The colour, anyways. None of the markings are familiar. All of the familiar markings are dead and gone, after all.

“This is gonna suck,” he mutters to himself and he thrashes as he’s surrounded. Get out, get away.

“Think you’re too good for us now, huh?” familiar voices jeer. “Hanging out with the karking commandos, now, eh?”

He feels the familiar tug of his prosthetic arms being dragged behind his back and he kicks out, getting one of these idiots in the cod’ hard enough he hears the duraplast crack under his boot. His arms are released, but he can’t bring them forward again, and can’t even pull them apart very far. “The kark did you dumbasses do?” he snarls.

“Well you’re part clanker now anyway, we figured we might as well use something more familiar,” one particularly nasty one says. He vaguely recognizes the shapes of his paint, now that he thinks about it. That guy was already nasty to Corr’s squad before.

“Wired them together,” a more laconic brother drawls.

Well. That’s going to be annoying as hell later.

Then one of them socks him in the stomach.

He doubles over, groaning and winded and wanting to puke. The karking hell.

“Do you really think some idiot like you is going to last in the commandos?” the nasty one asks. “You got three good men killed. They’re just using you.”

“No shit,” Corr wheezes. “Better than rotting away at a desk job though.”

“You should have, for what you did,” another brother half-squeaks. Young, armour still mostly white.

They dragged a shiny into this with them.

Corr rolls his eyes and grunts as another fist lands against his skin.

Someone clears their throat and the CTs go quiet and still, but Corr is just swaying and dizzy. “I don’t think you kids would want me calling one of the Jedi over here, now would you?” a heavily accented voice says. Familiar accent, Corr thinks, but he can’t quite place it except that it’s somewhere near the commandos’ Mandos. “I know High General Zey is only about a block away.”

“Who the hell are you?” the nasty one snarls, spinning around. He sounds scared.

Corr leans back against the brick of the alley. His shoulders hurt from being pulled back.

“A contractor.” There’s a very distinct pause. “Get out of here.”

They run, a thundering noise that shakes Corr up, and when he looks up it’s gold paint. For one long, terrifying moment, he thinks it’s Skirata, but there’s no limp as the Mando comes toward him and the hands on his shoulders are gentle.

“Turn around, let me get you free,” the Mando says, then he curses—unfamiliar words but a familiar tone—when Corr obliges. “Seriously? Wire?”

There’s a rustling, a clicking, then a sharp snap and the tension holding Corr’s arms together is gone. He brings them back around and grimaces, there’s still wire all through the insides of the metal skeleton of his bare prosthetic arms. It’ll take ages to get it all out to prevent it from gumming up the circuitry.

“Come on, ad’ika,” the Mando says, taking him by the shoulders. “Let me get you somewhere safe to check those hits.”

He ends up back in the old safe house, sat on a couch with the Mando taking off his helmet and revealing pale ginger hair and a freckled face, younger than Sergeant Skirata and Vau but older than General Tur-Mukan and Commander Jusik. This Mando’s apparently a medic, or maybe even a doctor, from the bag of tricks he has on him. Eventually, all the wire is gone and bruises and abrasions are treated. No broken bones, thank kark.

The Mando hums as he finishes up, patting his shoulder. “You can rest now,” he says, almost gently, and Corr listens. He falls asleep on the couch and doesn’t wake up until hours later, when a frantic Mereel finally shows up for him.

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Character Intro

✉ Basics: Name: Ivelisse Cassidy Pronunciation: Eve-eh-lease Cass-id-ee Meaning: Ivelisse ~ “life” Cassidy ~ “curly-haired” Birthday: June 15th, 1957 (Gemini) Age: 25 Gender: Female Pronouns: she/her and they/them Sexuality: Queer Siblings: N/A Mother: N/A Father: N/A Other Family: George Calloway, Wren Carver, Penny Lane, Marco Ladron, Auden Reyes. Anyone who is friendly with the Crew becomes part of Cassidy’s extended family.  Languages: English, bits and pieces of Dominican Spanish (but not enough to speak it) Current Residence: Camden, London Hometown: Central London. Cassidy was born the second she entered Diagon Alley.

✉

✉ Wizard Fun: School: Cassidy did not attend school past the age of 11. House: N/A Year of Graduation: N/A Occupation: Bookseller and secret-trader. Pet: Part-time babysitter of Baby, the bestest girl ever. Blood Status: Muggleborn Species: Human Patronus: A hawk. Swift, keen-eyed and free.  Boggart: The Crew, tall and warped and leering at her. They tell her she was never one of them, among other suitably nasty things. Death is not something Cassidy fears. But rejection is.  Amortentia Scent: Fire Wand type: Black walnut, unicorn tail hair core, 9 inches. Affiliation: Neutral. Cassidy’s only loyalty is to the Crew.

✉ Appearance: Face Claim: Indya Moore Height: 5’7 Hair Color: Brown or black, depending on what she’s done with her hair most recently. Eye Color: Brown Typical Hair Style: Cassidy styles her hair often. It’s freeing, having hair to play with and change your whole vibe based on its cut. Her favourite look is to have her hair curled and loose, letting the light catch the outline of her afro like a halo.  Fashion Style: Completely eclectic. Cassidy shops exclusively at thrift stores so her wardrobe spans many styles and decades. She likes clothes that make her look tall and draw attention to her legs - like short shorts and long jackets. She likes gaudy pieces with sequins and faux fur and terrible neon colours. She knows how to pull together a sophisticated look, but mostly she just wears clothes for the fun of them.  Distinguishing Features: Perfectly manicured nails. A knowing smile. That extra bounce in her step that bounces her hair and sways her hips. 

✉ Personality: Positive Traits: Trustworthy, artful, kind, friendly, empathetic Negative Traits: Yearning, insecure, mysterious, secretive, forgiving Quick Facts: Can sew. Can embroider. Can knit. Thinks ‘tutti frutti’ is the funniest flavour name. Not a fan of most wizarding candy. Likes bike-riding. Has a box of meaningful mementos under her bed. Likes spiders.  Hobbies: Reading. Poetry. Riding the London buses to different stops aimlessly, just to take in the sights. Trying new creative pursuits, even if she’s bad at them.  Skills: Great at numbers. Great at words. Good at mystery. Bad at magic. Bad at riding her bike. Okay at cooking. Good at standing her ground. Bad at completely opening up. Bad at most betting games she plays with the Crew.  Theme song: “Masterpiece (80s Remix)” by Summer C

✉ Headcanons:

Voice: Warm. Smooth. Her tone is usually playful, teasing. There’s a sense of familiarity to most of her interactions that feels welcome more than overbearing. She tends to speak a little slower so you hang on every word. Imagine what a cat would sound like if it spoke English. That’s Cassidy.

Handwriting: Elegant cursive. Like the kind of writing you’d see on an old love letter in a movie. She likes to embellish her capital letters in a sort-of calligraphy way, with extra lines and dots and adornments. 

Cassidy’s name is fully self-chosen. Ivelisse is the name of one of her Dominican great-aunts. She never met the woman, but heard enough stories about her to know that she was the type of person whose heritage Cassidy would like to honour. Her last name is a nod to George. Back in the bad old days, on the nights when she was restless or uneasy, Georgie would tell her stories of outlaws and ruffians and outcasts who forged their own path. She took her name from one of the baddest: Butch Cassidy. Cassidy’s name is a reflection of her whole: her first name honours her past, while her last name promises her future. 

Cassidy loved mathematics at school and used to spend her small earnings buying secondhand textbooks. She taught herself basic bookkeeping as well, and now does all of her stock calculations and     bookkeeping ledgers for Vellichor herself. 

Charity work is important to Cassidy. She donates a fair portion of her earnings to the local school lunch programs and knits blankets during the colder months for the homeless. She knows how close to homelessness she came multiple times, and kindness saved her every time. 

Cassidy only knows basic magic. She has a little book of household spells she’s taught herself, as well as defensive magic at Georgie’s behest. Were she ever to be involved in a fight, she’d more likely drop the wand and swing a punch. Her nails are long for a reason. 

Nicknames are her love language. Her insistence on referring to Wren as Wrenjamin is deeply amusing to herself. 

She is the absolute worst at impressions. It’s funny, considering how well she can read people. But she cannot emulate their mannerisms or voice to save her life. 

Cassidy has defaced furniture in Georgie’s office and his, Wren and Penny’s homes. Shh, it’s a secret. 

Cassidy’s home is decorated with just as eclectic a style as she dresses herself. She tries a lot of once-off hobbies and proudly keeps the results. 

Though Cassidy borders on it sometimes, she’s not a Manic Pixie Dream Girl. The fact that she draws people into her sphere is more for her own fun than trying to teach them the meaning of life. She simply enjoys people.

Cassidy once posed as a nude model for an art class. She bought all of the resulting sketches and keeps them in her closet. 

[risu5waffles]

Two fives for a TEN, mate?

Woof. Time. Fast. You know the drill. Seriously, tho', this is just getting foolish.

Gosh, but i just fell in love wiv the presentation on this one. The choice of colours is top notch, all the little creatures, the pulled, warped dimensions on things. i love that Keith put a puppet of himself in there, and it has appropriate piercings. Seriously, this was both my jam and my toast. There's a bit around the middle where something feels a little wonky wiv the platforming, but i don't know if that's a translation issue, or a skill one. Aside from that, there isn't going to be much here, challenge-wise, that will give most players pause. It's just a nice, cruisey trip through Keith's imagination, and i'm here for it.

Yoooo! This was such a nice bit of LBP1 kit to stumble across, let me tell you. i love the physics-based mechanisms we had from that era, even if they are prone to breaking in LBP3 (hell, let's be honest, they were prone to breaking back then, too, just a little less so). i love that the level references a "great points drought" a few years prior, and i wish i could remember the community at that time wiv enough granularity to know what they're talking about. My only real quibble here, is there isn't a really good chance to see the engine once it's running. They put a camera on it, but i think i backed out of it too quickly. i wish there'd been, like, a viewing platform? 'cause it's really neat. At least we get to see it powering up.

There are some nice ideas here, and i love the presentation, but it really is overlong, and the loop is just a bit too clever for its own good. Plus, it's variously broken in LBP3. That's, you know, a problem. The lighting takes a pretty nasty hit; none of the dark areas are supposed to be quite as dark as they are for us (i found someone else's play through, it's included in the video description). But the big issue is there's a whole set of platforms that are supposed to be emitted where we got stuck. Wivout them, you just can't make the jump to the sponge bit you need to progress. It's a real shame, too, because it's pretty close to the end of the level.

Eh, we talked about this before, and it still is what it is.

This one's pretty well done for one of the standard LBP2 archetypal styles. It does feel a touch slow moving and fiddly, but the "sunrise" bit at the end was nice, and i appreciated all of the semi-secrets in there. It's weird, but there's a sticker switch toward the end, that doesn't pull up a corresponding sticker? i played through a couple of times to see if it was an Ace level prize or something, but i got nothing. i wonder if it was something from a DLC i don't have. As much as i love sticker switches, and i do love sticker switches quite a bit, that was always one of their downsides. If players haven't got the sticker, well, they're kinda fucked. i know that was a way to make special secret areas for friends, which is, honestly, a pretty neat idea. Just hope no one deletes community photos ever.

Oh, oh dear Entropy, the charm just oozes from every pore of this level, and i love it. The Wobblebots are such a cute little take on the standard LBP-style patrolling enemy. Y'all know how i feel about those. But the presentation of space, and just the layout of the gameplay, it's all so very good. We tried playing another of Chicoleunis' levels on stream, but it looks to be broken in LBP3, and that's just such a gosh darn shame.

The environmental design is so nice in this one! The track is really solid, as well, tho' i can't say that it's the best fit. Was still really nice to listen to. Nothing too standout in the gameplay, but it keeps you moving well enough, and there's not anything here that should be a point of frustration, so that's nice. You know, i saw the Q in the creator's name, and got so excited that my brainmeats glossed over for a bit that their name actually starts wiv O. Where're all my Q creators at?! Seriously, i'm backlogged up to episode 204, and we still have yet to see a single creator whose name starts wiv Q. That seems statistically unlikely, and i hate it.

i wasn't 100% sold on the material choices in this one, and there are a few bits where you can get hung up behind thin layer bits and wind up getting killed, but this was still a pretty fun one in the end, and it felt like it was just about the perfect length for what it was trying to do. It's a good 'un.

Big and chonky, and a pretty fun go, although there are definitely a few points that could be polished. i don't know if this was a translation issue, or if the creator just didn't account for it, but there's a bit where you're riding up an elevator, and it looks like you should be able to jump to a (maybe?) secret area to the left. Except if you do that, it's real easy to get yourself killed. Which isn't the problem. The problem is the elevator never comes back down, and the last checkpoint is before it, so you basically softlock the level. It's deep enough into the level i can't imagine a lot of players going back in. i tried 4 or 5times for the archive, before i just had to throw my hands up and say "it's not worth it. i just don't have the time." It's a shame, 'cause there's a whole lot after that point players will miss if they just bounce. i guess... don't jump off that elevator? Also, i don't think i managed to catch the magic mouth, but that owl is kinda a douche. Just a real jerk.

This one was really quite cool. Definitely tricky from a pure gameplay standpoint, but not too hard; at least not if you're just going for the goal. Some of those beetles were a real pain in the butt, and i just said nuts to that. Lighting and material choices were really solid as well. Definitely one i feel like i could recommend to folx.

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So, that's the that. Coming up on 200 Archive entries, and that's all kinds of wild. When i started the series, i wasn't really sure daily entries was going to be where it was at, and yet, here we are.

Life is life. There are parts that could be better, but my brainmeats seem to have calmed down from "housefire" levels since our little bout of excitement last month. i dunno, maybe they're burned themselves out a bit, which, you know, is kind of fine by me? Not being able to feel the extremes means i get to be buffered from the lows, but it also means i don't really feel the highs either, and i do hate that.

Level building has slowed down a little. i'm trying to think of a list of small things that need doing, so i can focus on those and keep moving forward until i have it in me to tackle the last couple of real chonky bits. Gee, it's just like life in meatspace. Folx, i love y'all, and i gotta say, i'm getting a bit sick of metaphor.

Anyhoot, yeah. Y'all have a wonderful day, and keep yourselves safe! i'm rooting for you over here on this side of the world!

[princess-fiestypants]

brynhild arnaladr.

“ we stood / steady as the stars in the woods / so happy-hearted and the warmth / rang true inside these bones. ”

general.

birth name. brynhild arnaladr.      

nicknames. bryn.

date of birth. tba.

age. 21.

gender. non-binary.

pronouns. they/them.

powers. none, but has a spiritual connection to the earth.

species ( if not human / mortal ). human.

sexuality. girls.

place of birth. arendelle, norway.

current residence. elias.

occupation. heir to the throne.

appearance.

height. 5′5.

build. a liil stocky.

hair colour/style. red hair, wavy, just above shoulder-length, usually worn out or in a bun. used to have an undercut. @ liv hewson, would love to see u with an undercut. 

eye colour. blue.

piercings. pierced ears.

tattoos. none.

notable markings. light freckles, scar on their knee from a nasty fall when they were little.

glasses/contacts? no.

faceclaim. liv hewson.

health.

physical ailments. none.

allergies. none.

sleeping habits. fairly regular. not opposed to staying up late for stupid shit. has been known to function on too little sleep for a little too long.

eating habits. eh. they make do. probably eats too much chocolate.

body temperature. runs warm.

dominant hand. right-handed.

drugs / smoke / alcohol? no / no / occasionally.

personality.  

tropes. elemental motif, earthy barefoot character, reluctant ruler, innocently insensitive, determinator.

positive traits. kind, grounded, loyal, honest, reliable.

negative traits. stubborn, blunt, arrogant, insensitive.

usual mood. annoyed.

likes. hiking, walking barefoot in the forest, warm cobblestones, ocean breeze, being right, tying ropes on the arendelle docks, listening to their mother’s stories, climbing the earth giants, arguing.

dislikes. feeling uncertain, the prospect of following their mother’s footsteps, sugar-coating things, littering.

bad habits. speaking without thinking, digging their heels in even when they’re wrong, slight tendency to self-isolate.

relationships.

mother. anna arnaladr.

father. ???.

siblings. none.

children. none.

birth order. only child.

significant others. none. except for whatever the hell they have going on with saskia.

closest friends. tba.

test.

zodiac sign. taurus.

mbti. istj.

temperament. choleric.

hogwarts house. hufflepuff.

moral alignment. lawful good.

skills.

languages spoken. english, northuldran, norwegian.

drive? yes.

jump start a car? no.

change a flat tire? no.

ride a bicycle? yes.

swim? yes.

play an instrument? no.

play chess? yes.

braid hair? yes.

tie a tie? yes.

pick a lock? no.

sew? no.

stats.

compassion. 9/10.

empathy. 3/10.

creativity. 5/10.

mental flexibility. 4/10.

passion. 7/10.

luck. 8/10.

motivation. 8/10.

education. 10/10.

intelligence. 7/10.

charisma. 5/10.

reflexes. 7/10.

willpower. 10/10.

stamina. 8/10.

physical strength. 7/10.

battle skill. 5/10.

initiative. 7/10.

restraint. 7/10.

strategy. 7/10.

team work. 5/10.

[x-hollywoodghoul-x]

“Ow! That really hurt!” ((@okey-fucking-dokey))

Ah, fuck, the vaultie was down.

Balefully, The Ghoul shot the fiends once more in the face each - ensuring there was no chance of anyone getting back up to pop off any more surprise rounds at them - and circled back to where his grudging sort-of ally had fallen.

"Well, no shit, swee'heart, gettin' shot don't tickle," he informed her, bluntly unsympathetic, as he came over for a closer look.

There was no blood pooling on the ground, or blossoming out from beneath the vaultie's fingers; just the metallic glint of a single syringer dart, firmly embedded in her arm.

Hm.

"That's why you're supposed to dodge."

Syringer shots didn't tend to do much to the likes of him nowadays, what with his sturdy constitution. The dog and the vault-dweller, on the other hand, definitely didn't have the same tolerance for taking a random chem cocktail.

Fortunately, at least the dog had learned her lesson about charging armed strangers face-on.

This could be a death sentence, or Lucy's lucky day. It all depended on what the contents of that dart had been.

The Ghoul crouched down beside her, and none-too-gently plucked the empty syringer dart free, turning it over between gloved fingers for closer examination. His expression was shuttered, deliberately flat and impassive.

...Yeah, not so much as a droplet to hint at whatever nastiness she'd just been hit with.

Tossing it aside with an annoyed sigh, he straightened up and turned away to go rifle through the dead scavver's bags. Maybe the bastard had some ammo left that would give him a clue as to what kind of enormous inconvenience he was about to have to deal with.

"...Fuck's sake," he swore under his breath, increasingly aggravated now, as he eyed up the mixture of syringer vials clinking together in one of the fiend's munitions cases. Several different colours, several different types. Why did folks even bother with the trouble of using this shit? Bullets did the trick just fucking fine (better, even.)

With matter-of-fact pragmatism, The Ghoul started stripping the bodies of whatever valuables they had - not like they'd be using the stuff any more, anyway, and it was looking like their journey to their next stop was going to be delayed yet again.

"Well, vaultie - you're either gonna be fine, or you're already dead. Ain't nothing to be done 'cept wait n' see what kinda ride you're goin' on."

He gave one of the fiends' flasks a speculative sniff, took a swig of the moonshine that remained - eh, that would do - and pocketed it, before rising back to his feet and dusting off his hands.

"But I ain't doin' any waitin' out here, so if those legs o' yours still work - get your ass up and walk it off. We're losin' daylight."

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lindsey a note was written from someone in nyc to your kaneing family.... about the nhl abuse going on ... at madison sq garden...... violent pro boxers and retired nhl players with problems.. now on benefits... on welfare.. eating out of a trash bin along the mta line.... pass on your husband and children that you unschool in brighton .... in your indie music circle.. that..

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[leviiackrman]

|| female favourites + video games ||

[wynn-ing-at-art]

A cheeky grin, a spider’s smile.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Red hair as roses, and turquoise eyes as orchids

"Dada look!" The bored and depressed blue eyes stood up from his lap to his 6 years old daughter, extending her tiny hands up high in the air.

"Be careful with what you're gonna do pretty doll." He manage to smirk a bit as she pouted, strands of red brushing against her forehead until a huge wave of flames of the colour blue danced around her hands until she jumped and a small prinkle of flames were throw in the air.

She laughed at the sign and clapped her hands in glee at her own little show as Dabi let out a chuckle at seeing the happines of his daughter... instead of him, Emika had the blessing of having a body that could tolerate the heat enough of his quirk that she inherited it from him. Your quirk itself being a huge help for the little girl to not have scars as her father's.

"Did you see Dada?! It was soooo huge and beautiful!!!" She ran towards him only to trip and thankfully landed on the brunette male's lap, giggling with a smile so bright that could've hury his eyes.

"Hmm. Almost like mine princess, im impressed." His hands carresed her chubby cheeks until he heard murmuring behind them.

Of course. Even with his disguise, that were people whose were going to mutter, say bad things... he lost count on how many times Emika had been bullied because her quirk was similiar with the most cruel and wanted villain....

And much to his dismay, Emika didn't take that... very well.

"WHAT ARE YOU WHISPERING ABOUT?! LEAVE US ALONE!" the little girl shouted and the adults only scoffed, picking up their kids and getting out of the park.

"You're going to scare off anyone with that attitude of yours princess." He muttered while carresing her red hair and picking her up as she scoffed.

"They cant say bad things about MY dada!" He smiled at the little girl and sighed.

"Yeah yeah, just lets get out of here before you burn things down."

"Thats something you would do!" She poked his scarred cheek. "Ne ne dada? We gonna visit mama right? I want to bring flowers to her this time!"

His eyes dropped at the ground as his feet carried them to the cemetery...

"We can arrange that."

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"Mama was so pretty!!!" Emika squealed as Spinner and Toga showed her some photos as Dabi stared holes into their skulls.

Is not that he didn't wanted his daughter to forget or to not know about her mother... but it was painfull enough to have a father as a villain, now being a mother orphan was just more harder.

Emika couldn't go to school without being recognized as Dabi's daughter. So he brought himself the task to teach her things , being thankfull to his past self that he had studied enough.

"Yeah and she was strong as fuck too according to your dad there." Spinner grinned, showing a picture of you pinning down a hero on the middle of the street.

"Emika-chan, despite not meeting (Y/n) you look so much like her!" Toga beamed with a smile, fangs showing and the little girl giggling when Dabi just yanked her away from the two.

"Naaaaaa dada no bed time!" She squirmed as he carried her to now the comfortable room the league gotten ever since the incident with Shigaraki and Redestro.

"Dont complain or else Im going to take away your toy." He grumbled as the girl gasped and pouted at him much like you would do.

"You wouldn't!" She defies him with a cheeky smile although while settling down on the bed she shared with him.

"Try me." He smirked with a atched eyebrow making her laugh.

Some time passed and Dabi watched as the eyelids of Emika slowly dropped until she called him softly.

"This place we are now... we gonna stay or are the bad man breaking it and we have to move again?" His heart clenched.. she still had the memories when the league had captured that blonde kid and the heroes busted the bar...

With her own view, she saw the villains as the good and normal people despite Toga being a crazy assasin that loved drinking blood, Shigaraki a men that only wanted to destriy the world, Twice a bipolar man and the list goes on...

Emika saw the villains as good people, and the heroes as bad ones... after all, after she found out on her own that her mother died not because of childbirth, but because of a hero that accidentally killed her with a much too strong attack... and only because she wanted to protect the baby on her arms at that time.

So much blood dropped from his eyes... some even dropping on your lifeless body and on the crying baby he soon noticed that thankfully was alive.

He would never forget whem he craddled the baby on his arms and sobbed deyly as his child wailed at not having the warmth of her mother anymore.

Things were tough until they found the league of villains and had at peast a place to crash.

Emika was now soudly asleep as he sighed and brushed his hair.

"When the heroes come to us... I will make sure yoi stay outta of the mess Emika. But you will not like to know the truth about our origins..." he muttered as a scarred hand brushed her bangs and smirked when she nuzzled on his hand... reminding him of how you would nuzzle on him on cold nights...

"Time to sleep off huh? The more we sleep, the pess we have to face the reality." He muttered before laying down and bringing her close to his chest.

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"Dada..." she whimpered as fat tears fell feom her turquoise eyes as she tremblingly holded the box of paper towels, helping him clean off the blood from his stapples as he took a final look on the mirror, his white hair finally at show for the first time in so many years.

"Hey," he crouched down and made his best to not wince "I'm fine. Daddy is used to this by now and-"

"bUT I'M NOT!" she yelled and punched his chest with her tiny fist as he frowned and holded her as she sobbed on his chest.

"...Is it true..?" He looked down at the tuff of red hair on his chest "That uncle Twice is not coming back..? That.. T-That grandpa did this to you..m that we are from the family of E-Endeavour?"

He frowned and wiped her tears away as she holded his wrist while sobbing at the loss of Twice, whose always played and made silly faces with her on spare times.

"Yeah... Im sorry for not telling you... but I thought that... Me and your mother actually decided that Emika (L/n) was better than puttingnon a fake and... well, not right name on yours."

"... which hero... killed... mama..?" His heart stopped... should he reaally tell her? She was only a baby of five years.. five fucking years... he was already damaged by society, but her was just a little flower growing...

"Princess.. I-"

"Who?!" She sobbed as his eyes dropped, a heavy sigh as he dinally sit down on the edge of the sofa as he put his hand on his face as the other helped her sit on his lap.

"... your grandpa."

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Emika cried heraelf to sleep that night. Wailing that she hated the heroes, that she hated Endeavour, that she hated him for not telling her the truth for so long, that she hated having fo be a Todoroki.

Each word was a spike to his chest as he tried and eventually succeed on calming her down enough, from harsh sobs and eails to soft sniffles and the rest of the tears she had to sheed.

He hugged her just a bit tighter that night as one drop of blood fell from his eyes.

"I thought I could do it (Y/n)... I fucking promised you... but... fuck." He bited his bottom scarred lips to contain a whimper "Everything is just the worst now... why did you have to be so goddamn stubborn and risk your life dammit..."

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"Is your fourth bowl of ice cream ya know?" Dabi muttered from his place on the miserable yet comfy apartment you two shared as you stared back at him with a spoonfull of your favorite ice cream on hand close to your mouth.

"I have the right. I'm pregnant. Leave me be." You made a show of putting the spoon on your mouth and moaning out loud as Dabi shooked his head in dismay before taking a place on your side ofbthe couxh before you two cringed at the sounds of the old mobile almost creaking.

"We need to got money to find a new couch." You muttered horrified, just apmost ending all of your money on baby supplies and clothes.

"Or I can just steal one." He smirked at the slight slap you gave to him.

"And have shitty heroes coming our way later? Nu uh mister... maybe just rob a bank though." You muttered before both of you chuckled as you laid your head on his shoulder as he subconsciously placed his hand on the sweel of your stomach and felt a kick already.

"She is going to be a daddy's girl. Im so sure of it." You giggled as he arched an eyebrow.

"How cam you say this already? We dont even know if it is a girl of a boy doll."

"I know is a girl. I just know it. And she has already a favorite parent." You carresed your belly just besides where Dabi's hand was layed on.

"You're exaggerating." He chuckled as he felt another kick "They are going to be a nasty oen though, they kick alot."

"She kicks a lot when your nearby or talking to her. Just like I said, a daddy's girl." You smiled sweetly at him and he never felt so happy...

He looked at your lips for a second as you narrowed your eyes playfully at him before your lips almost touched-

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He woke up with a hand tapping on his cheek and soon saw his daughter looking down at him with a pout.

"Can we go walk?" She almost whimpered as he could only stare and slowly nod as he caught his disguise and a very own for her.

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She clunged to the black bunny plushie as she walked with pinks connected to him as he stated down at her in worry until she gasped at a convenience store.

"Dada! Snickers!" She pointed as he smiled at seeing a bit of bright on her eyes once again.

"How about we get some, eh?" She nodded with a small smile and soon followed her dad inside.

While she waited for Dabi to get the snacks and pay for them, for once, she gasped when a purple haired boy at the same age as her bumped accidentaly to her making her plushie drop.

"Hey!" She called out with tears on her eyes, being emotionally damaged enough for those past days.

"I'm sorry." The boy said immediatly, kneeling and grabbing the plushie to hand it to her "Its yours?" He tilted his head as Emika grabbed immediatly.

"Of course it was! It was with me until you bunped on me!" Emika slowly dropped her tone of voice at seeing how the purple haired boy seemed genuily sorry as he aproached and bowed once again.

"Sorry, I just am here to grab some medice and a chocolate for my mom and dad. They're both sick and they dont know i went out so I needed to hurry." He smiled as Emika soon dropped slowly her guard down as she muttered.

"Is okay... is just that bunny is speacial to me."

"I can see why. Your mama gave it to you right." Her turquoise eyes widened as she frowned her eyebrows at the boy.

"Kinda of..?" She clinged to the toy "Why do you that?"

He closed his eyes with a tiny giggle.

"Well, she told me as soon as you started to tear up. She is always by your side aparently." Emika eyes darkned and she let go of one hand of the plushie to heat up her hand.

"Say that one more time. I dare you. My mama is not here." She almost cried until the purple boy touched her forehead with two fingers and soon she was not more in the grocery store, but in a blank space.

"HEY YOU!" she shouted "THIS IS NOT FUNNY LET OUT YOU FUCK-"

"Geez, daddy did not spare you of curse words then?" She froze and looked behind her and saw the sane woman Dabi showed photos of and was compared whenever she was laughing or making a trick on others.

She froze for a bit before silently tears started to fall and she hiccupped for a bit before dropping her bunny and running to you as you hugged her tightly.

"Mama! I cant believe-! Is you-! I-I-" she hicupped as you wiped her tears with your thumb and let some of your own fall.

"You're take so much of your dada im so happy... My little girl is just so beautiful..." you whispered as she sobbed while wiping her tears with her sleeve.

"D-Dada!" She gasped before smiling widely and grabbing your sleeve "Dada needs to see this! Mama he misses you a lot he need to see yo-"

"Im sorry princess..." you grabbed her cheek softly "I wanted to see your daddy just as much, but I cant...." her face fell a bit but soon nodded while playing with your fingers and hair.

"Mama? Why did you do it?" You hummed as she looked up hesitantly "Why did youbleave dad? Why... you took.. Endeavour attack..?" She asked sadly as you furrowed your eyebrows but soon closed your eyes and smiled.

"Emika... the day you were born was the day I was gone as well... but when I saw your grandpa recognizing me as a villain and blasted an attack close to where you were... I just had to. I had to protect the feuit of love that me and your father made..." you smiled sadly as she sniffed.

"But you arent with us..." she almost sobbed until you made her look up.

"Emika... Im so sorry for the loneliness you had to endure... the pain... that was the only dowside of the decision I made. My swest little girl..." you cuppex her cheek and wiped a tear "Thank you for letting me be your mother, and Touya for being your father..."

You touched your forehead with her as she noticed your body was slowly turning to tiny hints of lights and fireflies.

"Mama..?" She looked at you crying softly as you kissed her forehead.

"Emika, evertime you see a star in the dark sky it will be me watching over you and your dada... and please understand one thing," you got away from her as your hair floated majestically "Dying for you, was a noble sacrifice I did for love..."

She widened her eyes as she grabbed your hands as you giggled at her expression.

"Say to dada Im watching him too, and that loving him were the happier moments I spend... I love him and always will...after all, he is my canolli, dead or not, okay?"

The littpe girl gasped and looked at the place she was, the grocery store and the boy from earlier retracting his hand with a unsure littpe smile.

"It was your quirk... you... you made me talk with my mama." She says outstruck as the boy giggled but soon gasped at looking the time.

"I have to go! But I hope we meet again." He ran to the door with the bags before looking one more time behind to her "Call me Akira! See you soon Emika-chan!"

She stood there in complete shook before brushing her fingers on the tingling spot you had kissed on her forehead before smiling widely and giggling before knocking her daddy's leg as he grunted.

"Emika what the-"

"Mama is watching us!" She bounced up and down as he atood with a 'what the fuck' expression.

"What the hell Emika?" He grabbed the packs and carried her as he walked on the street.

"Mama said your name is Touya dada! Which I found strange at first but anyway! She kissed my forehead! Hugged me and said how much she loves me and you and is watching us! She is a star dada! A star!!"

His eyes widened. Emika didn't hear his speech to Endeavour. Emika didn't know his real name was Touya instead of Dabi as the league called him... so she was not imagining neither making things up.

"..so you saw mama?" She giggled and nodded while boucing on his arms. "... did she say something else?" He asked hopefully and she smiled widely as much as you would do.

"She said loving you was the most happier she got! And that your are her canolli forever!"

His steps faltered and almost that he dropped his daughter as his eyes widened... only you knew that god for saken nickname you gaved to him...

"Dada?" His daughter words and hands on his cheeks made him ho back to reality as he saw the blood on his little girl's fingers and worried expression "Are you crying..? Dada?"

"Heh..." he wiped with one thumb the blood before smilling at her and continuing walking "Nah. Must be one of my staples..." he stared up as his daughter rested her face on his neck. "Mama is a star then?"

"Ya.." she yawned "Watching us... I bet she is that one." The little girl pointed at the shiniest star on the sku as Dabi smiled...

"Yeah... I also bet on that one."