#to be loved is to be changed and juno has lost so much and he cant go back to the same sharpshooter he was in season one but

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Something about Juno "I don't know what the hell I'm going to be next, but... God, I wanna know. I have to." Steel just hits me so hard like- C'MON!

[r0-boat]

Headcanons for favorite ice cream flavor of your favorite whb characters?

I will do all of them

ALL WHB DEMON CHARACTERS AND THEIR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR

Ultimate whb ice cream headcannon! Please let me know how you think of them in the comments I love reading them :)

Cut for length.

Gehanna

Satan

This man is an cookies and cream bastard. He crushes Oreos and puts them into his ice cream the more the merrier. He'll still eat his ice cream even though it's just a pile of cookies and little bits of ice cream. Genuinely gets mad that there's not enough cookies in his ice cream.

Sitri

I think he would like a more uncommon flavor like pistachio or matcha. He understands not many people like his flavor but it's his.

Juno/Ppyong

Chocolate ice cream with chocolate chip. Drizzled with chocolate... He just really likes chocolate.

Leraye

He likes those character popsicles with the eyeball gum. he always takes out the eyeballs first and then eats their heads.

Belial

He likes sherbert with gummy bears. I can see him really liking fruity flavors. Occasionally he does also have sprinkles.

Paimon

Bubble gum flavor is a masterpiece and if you disagree you're wrong.

Astaroth

Rocky road. He likes the richness of chocolate paired with the nuttiness of the almonds and the softness of marshmallows delicious!

Zagan

Chocolate chip! He's a simple man.

Tartaros

Mammon

Anything with caramel has his heart, it's sweet and delicious and he likes watching it roll down. So butterscotch caramel. Don't forget the gold shavings

Bimet

He'll have whatever Mammon is having having. extra gold shavings please... (a scoop of pineapple with coconut shavings)

Eligos

Strawberry with sprinkles! He is a strawberry die hard. Constantly getting into fights with chocolate and vanilla fans.

Valfor

Butter pecan with caramel as well. He'll also politely ask what ice cream flavor are you having and then politely asked for some of yours in exchange for some of his.

Hades

Leviathan

Neapolitan ice cream because it has three flavors and that's better than one. but then would rudely steal a spoonful of yours and wants to try everyone else's because he's jealous of what you're having because it looks good.

Foras

He also likes Neapolitan not because he wants to copy Levi He just genuinely likes the flavors.

Glasyalabolas

He can't decide between Cherry or raspberry. He just really likes strong fruity flavors. He doesn't mind a little chocolate drizzle either.

Barbatos

Of course he would like red velvet And he likes mixing bits of brownies.

Orias

Cotton candy with sprinkles. Anything sweet enough to give you diabetes

Abyssos

Beelzebub

His favorite changes every other day once you ask him It will take in about 10 minutes to think of an answer just to change it three times.

(funny headcanon one time visiting Leviathan He got into his ice cream stash to separate the three flavors and reorganize them as a prank. That's how he got banned from Hades for 100 years.)

Bael

Likes root beer float, He likes it because he can mix it in and then drink it while he's working.

Amon

My brain is telling me that he likes cookie dough. I don't know why I feel strongly about this.

Naberius

Peanut butter. He's such a sucker for peanut butter ice cream. He'll be eating it with his tail wagging happily.

Stolas

Strawberry cheesecake ice cream! And don't you dare tell him it's girly or be mean because he will cry!

Paradise Lost

Lucifer

Moose tracks is the most old man dad flavor I can think of.

Gamigin

He's more of a snow cone guy. But he likes Sorbet anything with citrus and he'll be there.

Marbas

He's a plain guy He just likes vanilla. If he feels like something different than he'll add to it it's perfect.

Beur

He likes vanilla but he's more of a French vanilla person. He thinks of himself as the better vanilla fan. He's kind of prideful about it.

Morax

Not much of an ice cream fan but he'll have whatever you're having

Niflheim

Belphegor

Mint chocolate chip. We don't know much about him it's just a vibe.

Gusion

Coffee flavor, no one saw this coming.

Bathin

He likes flavors from different countries like Ube, moonmist or hokey pokey. Any flavor that's specifically unique to that place he'll try it.

Andrealphus

Rainbow sherbert he likes tasting all the little flavors. He also likes the name because if he could see he wants to see all the pretty colors it has. Probably just as beautiful as he imagines it.

Abbadon

Dantalian

Man likes grape flavor He's just dying to get stabbed.

Phenix

Banana split. He eats the banana whole ;)

Ronove

Mango surprisingly normal...

Other

Minhyeok

Always orders the same ice cream as yours when he's alone he just orders vanilla topped with MnM's

[roycevelvet]

Tangled hearts

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: I have nothing interesting to say, I was listening to 'Heather' lol + i was thinking about Sons Of Anarchy Jax while writing this, pls keep that in mind x

You were walking next to Noah to your local pub, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you like a whirlpool. You'd been best friends with Noah for as long as you can remember, sharing laughs, tears, heartbreak, happiness and everything in between. But there was this secret, this feeling you kept hidden deep down—a kind of love that felt too risky to admit, scared it might ruin your friendship.

As you arrived at your local pub, the familiar sights and sounds washed over you as you settled in your usual spot. Noah plopped down beside you, his smile lighting up the room. It was a routine, almost, Noah snagging the seat next to you without fail. If he didn't, well, he'd sulk like a kid missing their favorite toy.

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Noah asked, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in closer.

"I was thinking we could start with a game of pool," you suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," he replied, his tone light and playful. "But you know I'm going to beat you at pool, right?"

You laughed. “We'll see about that," you teased, your heart swelling with love for your best friend. "Besides, if you beat me, I might have to find a handsome stranger to console me."

There was a pause, a flicker in Noah's eyes that caught your attention. His smile wavered, his gaze shifting.

"Really?" Noah's asked, arching his brow.

You shrugged. "Who knows?" you said with a playful wink. "I might just sweep some unsuspecting guy off his feet with my killer pool skills."

Noah's expression darkened. “Mh, okay.” he muttered.

You furrowed your brow, caught off guard by the sudden change in Noah's demeanor. "Are you okay?" you asked, concern coloring your tone.

Noah forced a smile, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, I'm fine," he insisted, his tone not quite convincing. 

Lost in your thoughts, you attempted to immerse yourself in conversation with your other friends, hoping to distract yourself. But then, like a sudden gust of wind disrupting the peace, the door swung open almost with a theatrical flair, like those damn Hollywood movies, and just the most beautiful girl stepped inside.

Your heart skipped a beat as she made her way across the room, her presence along drawing the attention of everyone around her. Your gaze followed her, unable to tear away as she approached Noah, her smile as bright as the stars.

And then, like a dagger to your heart, Noah turned towards you and the rest of your group, his eyes lit up with genuine joy. "I want you to meet someone special," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

"This is Heather," he introduced, his gaze never leaving your face. "My girlfriend."

The words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating you with their weight. You forced a smile, your heart breaking with each syllable that escaped Noah's lips. Who the fuck is she and where did she came from? Since when has Noah a girlfriend?

"It's lovely to meet you, Heather," you said with the sweetest smile.

Heather smiled warmly. "Likewise! Noah's told me so much about you," she said, her voice a gentle melody in the chaos of your thoughts.

As Noah and Heather chatted with the others, you felt yourself drifting further away.

Nicholas squeezed your hand, his silent support a lifeline. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” you whispered back as casually as you could sound.

You watched as Noah and Heather sat down hand in hand, unable to suppress the ache in your heart.

—

Feeling overwhelmed, you excused yourself to go to the restroom, Juno, your best friend, offering to come with you. As soon as the door closed behind you, the tears just came streaming down, and you collapsed against the wall, also like a fucking Hollywood movie.

Juno wrapped her arms around you, holding you tight as you sobbed. Juno knew about your feelings towards Noah.

"I don't know what to do, Juno," you whispered between sobs. "Noah, he... he's always so flirty with me, always acting strange when I mention other guys, always so touchy and needy and then he pulls this stunt? Since when is he dating a girl named Heather?”

Juno's grip tightened around you, her own confusion evident in her silence for a moment. "I wish I had the answers for you, Y/N," she finally said. "But I don’t, I’m sorry, men are trash."

Her unexpected comment caught you off guard, and despite feeling heavy, a little laugh came out. It was a moment of relief in the middle of all the chaos.

You nodded, tears still running down your face. Despite feeling sad and insecure because Heather was the most stunning girl you’ve had ever seen, you knew you had to act tough.

Standing up straight, you wiped away your tears. "No man is going to make me cry today," you declared. "I'm not going to let Noah ruin my night. I'm here to have fun, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

—

As the night rolled on and the drinks kept coming, you did your best to ignore Noah and Heather. But for some reason, Heather seemed dead set on getting to know you, constantly interrupting your conversations with her silly questions. You just wished she'd leave you alone with her pretty eyes, perfect nose, and flawless skin.

Despite your efforts to be friendly, you kept your interactions with her short. Not really in the mood to mingle with her, even though nothing was her fault actually. It’s not like she had any say in how God chose her to be his favourite. You asked Noah to play a game of pool, but suddenly he wasn't interested anymore, only eyes for Heather. So, you did what you knew best: flee the situation and find that handsome stranger to console you.

If Noah could bring along his girlfriend, you figured you could find some fun for the night too, right?

Juno was by your side, the ultimate wing woman. It being a Friday night, the pub was crowded with people. It didn't take long for Juno and you to approach a couple of guys for a game of pool. You played the part of a clueless girl, pretending you didn't know how to play, so the tall, blonde haired stranger would offer his help, just like in the movies, again. 

As you engaged in the game, bantering back and forth, the tension between you and the stranger grew stronger. With a playful smirk, he leaned in closer, his eyes locking with yours. "You know, for someone who claims not to know how to play, you're doing pretty well," he smiled.

You chuckled softly, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Beginner's luck, I suppose," you replied. "But who knows, maybe you could teach me a thing or two?"

A spark of interest igniting in his eyes. "I'd be happy to give you a few pointers," he said flirty. "But only if you promise to give me a chance to win you over with more than just pool skills."

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, in that case, consider me intrigued," you said, a smile playing at your lips. "Lead the way, pool master."

“I am Jax by the way” he said as he flashed a smile. “Y/N, nice to meet you.”

—

Noah watched as you interacted with that douche, sharing laughs and exchanging glances, and couldn't shake the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. His discontent grew more apparent by the minute. 

Finally, unable to contain his annoyance any longer, Noah started bitching to Nicholas. "Can you believe Y/N right now?" he asked sharply. "She's completely ignoring me for that guy. It's like she doesn't even care that I'm here. I mean us, I thought it was a friends night out.”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, looking at Noah with a hint of amusement. "Maybe she's just having fun," he suggested.

But Noah shook his head, his frustration evident. "It's not just that," he continued, growing more agitated. "That guy she's with, he's not good enough for her. And he clearly doesn't have a clue what she wants.”

“And you know what Y/N wants? Are you’re the Y/N expert?” he laughs.

Without hesitation, Noah replied firmly, "Yes, of course I do. And it's not that guy." His tone left no room for doubt.

Nicholas listened carefully as Noah complained further. "Are you jealous?" Nicholas asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Noah's expression darkened, his jaw tensing as he struggled to contain his emotions. "Why would I be jealous?" he replied defensively. "I've got Heather, remember?"

But Nicholas could tell that Noah wasn't being completely honest. It was clear that Noah's true feelings for you were far more complicated than he was willing to admit.

—

As you chatted with Jax during the game, seeing Noah and Heather being all lovey-dovey in the corner made you feel a bit jealous, well this was maybe an understatement. They looked so cozy together, like they belonged with each other. It made you want to puke, want to pull your hair out but it also made you wish you were Heather as well. You just wanted to smash her pretty, little face into a wall. So, yeah, you were only a bit jealous.

"So, how did you end up here tonight?" Jax asked, flashing you a friendly smile as he lined up his shot.

“Nothing special, just hanging out with some friends.” You replied nonchalantly.

Jax chuckled, leaning against the pool table. "Same here. Thought I'd come out and see what the night had in store. And I must say, meeting someone as intriguing as you was definitely unexpected."

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at his compliment. "Flattery will get you everywhere," you teased, taking your turn at the pool table.

As the game continued, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jax. But you couldn't stop thinking about Noah and Heather. Feeling jealous like that was weird for you, and it made you feel like like you weren’t good enough.

But before you knew it, the game had ended, but the tension between you and Jax grew strong. With a shy smile, you found yourself blurting out, "Do you maybe want to go for some fresh air?”

You knew you were acting out of spite and jealousy, but Jax was a cute guy, so no harm, right?

Jax's eyes lit up with excitement, mirroring your own. "I'd love to," he replied eagerly. "Lead the way." mimicking your words from earlier.

You motioned for Juno, to let her know you were okay as you and Jax made your way out of the bustling pub.

—

Meanwhile, Noah's mood was shifting from bad to worse as he watched you leaving with Jax. His face turned red with anger, and he clenched his fists, fuming silently. Nicholas noticed Noah's frustration and tried to calm him down.

“Are you okay, man?” Nicholas asked.

Noah waved him off, trying to play it cool. "It's nothing, just being protective, you know? Y/N's my best friend, and I just want to make sure she's okay," he said, but his words rang hollow, even to himself.

And to make matters worse, Heather was up his ass as well now. Heather, who had been observing the situation all night, couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. She wasn't a fool. Noah was always talking about you. About how funny you were, how kind you were, even how beautiful you were. That's why Heather wanted to get to know you tonight, to scout the competition.

"Noah, ever since Y/N went to talk with that guy, you've been acting weird," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Noah's facade cracked, his frustration boiling over. "Why are you acting jealous all of a sudden? Y/N’s just my best friend," he snapped.

Heather's eyes widened in shock, hurt flashing across her face. "Excuse me?" her voice rising in anger. “I’m the one acting jealous? You're the one with a girlfriend, yet you're acting like a possessive boyfriend over another girl. Maybe you should figure out what you really want before pointing fingers at me!”

"No, no, it's not like that," Noah tried to backtrack, but his words only seemed to further fuel Heather's anger.

"What do you mean it's not like that? It’s exactly like that!” Heather yelled, her voice sharp with frustration.

Heather stood up in a hurry, grabbing her jacket from the chair. "Call me when you made up your mind about what you want, I don't have time for this." she said firmly before storming out of the pub. 

Noah watched her go, his jaw clenched in stubborn silence. He made no move to follow her, his gaze followin her to the door where he spotted you standing outside. The sight of you and the stranger chatting outside only seemed to add fuel to the fire of Noah's already simmering emotions. A mixture of jealousy and frustration swirling within him. 

He didn't know what to do, so he just stayed where he was. He didn't chase after Heather, and he didn't approach you either. He just stood there, watching, feeling lost.

To be continued.

[teecupangel]

I'm almost sorry to add another story idea to your backlog pile, BUT:

Elijah finds out what his dad went through, manages to break into a parallel universe, time travels to the 3 eras of the main ancestors, and tries to change things enough to save Desmond. Altair, Ezio, and Ratonhnhake:ton ask this tiny, angry, sarcastic, cactus of a child why he's doing what he's doing, and he eventually explains it over time.

Desmond, on the other hand, is watching all of this through the animus: a son he didn't know existed was trying to save him. An infant who he had never met, and who had never met him, was fighting time and reality itself to save him from a fate that still hasn't been explained, was showing more care and love and compassion for him than anyone Desmond had ever known before. And it hurts, because Desmond just grows to love him more and more, but thinks he'll never truly meet him outside of a Bleed.

Elijah never seems to age, even though he spends like forty years picking on Ezio. There's a statue of him in the Monterrigioni sanctuary, and he hates it with a passion.

Just... Elijah trying to fuck up time enough to save his dad, and Desmond watching all of it both touched and heartbroken, because if he's going through all of this anyways, it was all for nothing.

Then Elijah comes out of nowhere in the Grand Temple and sucker punches Juno with a data virus he had hardcoded into their lineage's DNA over nine centuries lmao

Please never be sorry for sending me an ask. Pile as much as you want as long as you guys understand that it would take a while for me to answer them (a month or so at this point XD)

Okay, but can you just imagine if Elijah was just a teenager in this one? That would give more of a sucker punch vibe to Desmond once he learns who Elijah is.

He has the ability to time travel but he can’t control where he gets sent. His goal had been to save Desmond Miles but he made the mistake of tying his time to Desmond Miles and not to someone more stable like Rebecca Crane or Shaun Hastings.

Hell, William Miles would be a better choice.

Because…

Desmond Miles’ ‘time’ is connected to the memories he watch in the Animus, making Elijah slip in and out of certain ‘times’, following the memories Desmond watches.

Desmond assumed Elijah was one of the informants in Altaïr’s memories. It’s only when Altaïr began to see him as an annoying child who always got in the way of Altaïr’s missions that Elijah told the truth.

Why?

Because Elijah has nothing to lose from telling Altaïr the truth. He was a prisoner of time itself, being yanked time and time again. He has a theory that he was being yanked to the time in Altaïr’s life where Desmond was watching him so he figured he could give Desmond information as well using Altaïr.

It would be funny, after all.

The Isus have chosen Ezio Auditore to be their prophet.

Why couldn’t Elijah make Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad his prophet then?

And he’ll take Ezio Auditore from the Isus as well.

Maybe it was Aita’s selfishness and desire for power.

Maybe it was his very own selfish desire to have something that was truly his.

“Shall we make a deal, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad?”

“A deal?” Those golden eyes seemed to pierce his very soul.

But it didn’t matter what he saw.

He cannot begin to fathom the truth.

Not yet, anyway.

Right now, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad was a man lost in a vicious snowstorm threatening to swallow him whole and pull him to his frozen grave.

He still haven’t found the warmth he was meant to have, given to him by the Calculations.

“My name is Elijah.” He said, “I am a child of Time itself.”

“What nonsen-”

“I will correctly tell you what will happen when you confront Garnier de Naplouse.” Elijah stated, making Altaïr stop from walking away from him. Altaïr turned just enough to stare at him with one of his golden eyes as Elijah continued, “And I will tell you the future you are meant to have.”

“And what do you want in exchange?”

“From you? Nothing.” Elijah admitted, “All I want is a bit of your time.”

“My time?”

“To talk to Desmond Miles.”

Altaïr frowned as he said, “I do not know anyone by that name.”

“I know.” Elijah answered with a nod, “But he’s watching you. The Templars are forcing him to watch you right now and it is because he is forced to watch you that he comes to care for you so…”

“I will help you save yourself, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.” Elijah said, “To change your fate to whatever you desire, instead of what has been laid out in front of you. In exchange…”

“All I ask is you listen to me so I can take to my father.” Elijah’s lips curved into a small smirk that felt more Aita than him, “And to commemorate my first message to my father, I believe I should tell him an important truth.”

“Lucy Stillman is a Templar who betrayed the Assassins.”

(I feel like in this case, Elijah would provide more information and let Altaïr do what he wants. He only starts to actually have a more active roll once the memory seals from ACR starts and he grows close to Altaïr’s children. By the time he gets to Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton, he’s more ‘fuck the backseat, I’m driving’ and actively helps. This ends up with Elijah finally ‘returning’ to Desmond Miles’ time just as Minerva and Juno told him what will happen if he lets the world burn and, by that point, Elijah had already completed a device that would force Juno’s consciousness to operate the device in Desmond’s stead).

[witchofthesouls]

(Sighs) Look, I've gone deep into the barbarian aus, so-

Very self-indulgent TFP!fic where some Others (including humans) from Earth found themselves on Cybertron as they pushed back a Quintesson invasion on their home planet. Elsewhere functions as a nexus of liminal spaces; time and space are warped as gateways to other planets (and universes) open and close.

Like TFP Sparkling!AU with the barbian/city-dweller twist. Also, humans-into-Cybertronians and Magic-Exists!AU because it’s my ridiculous, self-indulgent AU. (Ehhh, more like human characters that always been Cybertronians, but whatever; humans found themselves on Cybertron because of Quintesson invasion/expansion in the Milky Way or something, and they mixed into the locals since Cybertronians and humans are very much cousins and there are members in their respective species that will bang a monster for fun and profit.)

So, D-16 is the most “civilized” one. Like no, D-16 is no senator’s son, nor does he hail from a high-caste lineage. He’s the bitlet of miners and a child slave worker, but he has creators that try their best for their unexpected, little one. Little D-16 had been raised in a communal underground cohort and had never even seen the surface since he took his first cries. Of course, the supervisors get a train of newcomers, including a couple of sparklings from the untamed Wilds that were deemed too “much” for the sensibilities of the middle/higher castes. Too old to forget. And too violent to make it worth it an adoption.

Before Optimus was even Orion, there was a sparkling that scavenged in the Wastelands. He’s a goddamn, feral raccoon with the tenacity of a seagull and a crow's love for tasty things. He’s clever enough to avoid the obvious traps, but hunger had driven him to gamble his luck on a caravan. His luck ran dry since-

It was a raiding caravan, specialized in capturing creatures and mecha. And it was successful snatching a few beings, including June.

She came on a rescue mission and had managed to free a few other sparklings but was unfortunately caught when she made the choice between retreat or free a flyer with a teleporting ability to take the youngest ones.

The raiders were prepared for specific tribes that had practitioners and artificers because of the “monsters” that traveled with them, and shoved her into a cage that neutralized such abilities.

For some reason, magic falls under sigma abilities, so the suppression mechanisms work.

Que Alpha Trion wandering in the “wrong” areas and completely missing his protégé-to-be/reincarnated little brother because of other mecha's last second decision change.

June/Juno is no dainty, wee thing that’s defenseless and cute. Oh no, gentle planets make gentle people. Young Earth was not a gentle planet, and its lost inhabitants made their home in the untamed wilds and Wastelands of Cybertron and warred with the natives to keep it as such. After she recovers, she’s a little hellion that confirms all the negative stereotypes that mecha in city-states have of the Wilders/barbarians of the Wastelands.

The only reason why she wasn't bought by another party is because she's a monoformer and seemed to have none of the famed talent. It would have been too much to bring this little ankle biter to yield without the fantastical benefits to offset it.

Same to be said with Orion-to-be. That sparkling had broken a mech's wrist, straight down to the struts with his teeth. It took a couple of shocks from an electro-staff for him to let go because he was trying his damn best to break something off.

No matter her appearance, June is still a descendant of a hybrid coupling, so many things were a learning curve between them and her. Same with a feral, little nameless convoy.

She got terribly sick with a basic Neocybex language installment. Feverish, delirious, and unable to keep down Energon.

A few of the more tenacious miners still alive and kicking had managed to keep her fueled with a slurry mixture of clay, coal, and crushed crystals. Liquid is easy to purge, but the clay and coal will coat the tank and keep it settled.

Downloads from slugs and chips do not agree with her, so she needed to learn and absorb the language on her own.

Orion got his name for the trouble he gets into for every scrap of fuel and for his keen senses. Little thing isn't afraid to rummage into the scrap pile or to claw his way up the shafts to get a tiny cluster of crystal root. In fact, Scraplet was a major contender for his name, especially since he had a habit of biting people.

Orion had a tendency to use proto-language, even with the full access of basic Neocybex and Kaonite. He struggles with using full sentences. Frustration had led to biting, and that isn’t good, especially at his age where he can do damage with his thick denta. Sometimes, he refuses to speak and just flops into the pen with all the younger sparklings, much to the amusement to the Watchers: mecha too old and worn down for the long hours.

The adults were confused by June's adamant refusal to part with her flimsy dressings. (Sigils and runes sewn into the hardy fabric to hide her magical presence.) And then alarmed over her thin armature. More malleable like a newspark rather than an active sparkling. No wonder she gets sick easily!

It's due to her heritage. The mix between Earth and Cybertron meshed well. The inhabitants had gone local, and their descendants had to adapt with every new generation. In June's (and others like her), they have a far more extended development for plating density and growth. It helps limit the strain on their mothers, and some tribes utilize it to carve sigils while soft before hardening.

Eating a large amount of raw minerals and metals. Orion has a similar habit, but due to deprivation.

D-16 manages to strike up a friendship with them due to proximity and that his creators' cohort took them on.

He likes the pictures Juno draws in the dirt between shifts as everyone rests together.

Language is a slow process for different, yet similar reasons. Juno's lexicon isn't compatible with Ilmentite - a Neocybex dialect used by underground Tarnians (fitting as its name comes from a common mining metal), nor does she have the heavy plating and long streaks of biolights to communicate. Orion, however, struggles with verbal communication and has the body language of a wild animal rather than another mech.

Juno is fast and slippery, and if it wasn't for the tracker/inhibition collar, then she would have escaped. She's able to slip between tighter spaces with her lack of bulk. Unfortunately, she has a tight leash, so she can drop to the ground when she passes a certain perimeter.

Orion and Juno get confused over D-16's queasiness over eating a dead animal. It's drained and it isn't sick, what's the matter?!

Someone (D-16 or his parents) needs to stop Orion from rummaging through the garbage.

[acuar-io]

8 for alphie 15 for avery and 13 for juno ! 👀💞

8. Describe a significant relationship in your character's life and how it has influenced them.

I'd say her relationship with Avery changed/influenced her. I haven't showed it yet in my gameplay, but Alphie doesn't do committed relationships or didnt do committed relationships in the past because they are constantly out exploring the world and moving around. She is in San Myshuno to experience city life and finish up school. Didn't plan on falling in love at first sight, but it happened! Meeting Avery and being in a relationship with him made her less afraid of being in a relationship, if that makes sense. what I mean by that is that, she loves him so much that, her fear isn't going to spot her from being with him or experiencing a relationship.

15. Describe a defining moment in your character's life that marked a turning point or significant change in their path.

I hate that im repeating myself lol BUT I haven't been able to show much yet bc i havent touched my gameplay due to broken mods v.v but Avery meeting Alphie was a turning point for him!!! this post specifically under the cut, he gained the cheerful trait. I don't think that would ever happen if he didnt meet them. Being around a cheerful, outgoing and social person really pushed him to be more social and talk to people outside his friend group & doing things he doesn't usually do! Avery has always kept to himself and tends to be quiet around others especially people he doesn't know, but I think these days he tries to talk to strangers and initiate small talk.

13. Does your character have any recurring dreams or nightmares? How do these dreams affect them?

oof this one might be triggering since im going to go into topics of verbal & physical abuse and alcohol abuse. Proceed with caution please!

He has nightmares about being hit by his father while he (his dad) is drunk. His father would verbally and physically abuse both Juno and his mother. His parents constantly fought and argued because Juno's dad came home from work late a lot so his mom would imply he's out cheating (he was) and he'd deny it and get pissed... Juno would get in between the two especially when his dad tried to hit his mother. So he'd always take the punches he'd get told he's a worthless, disappointing son and he has no idea why he worked so hard if his only son is going to be a loser. Mind you, this was when Juno was a teenager, he was always rambunctious and a troublemaker bc of his parents, but he didn't and doesn't deserve to be told he's nothing because he's lost and didn't know (at the time) what he wanted to do with his life after graduation.

Obviously, the abuse he faced and witnessed affected him as an adult. Ya'll already know he in non-committal, he sells drugs as a side hustle and he ghosts his "lovers" yea it really did fuck him up v.v

[skayafair]

The brainworms be brainworming

Note: I want to chat about junoverse! Hit me up if you do too!

It's funny how I expected to ship the hell out of the main pairing just to end up utterly inenterested :D

It's amusing and gives Juno a good character developement, but mostly it's just corroding. Also by all accounts Nureyev should have been the type of character who is usually interesting to me, but mostly I couldn't care less and was slightly annoyed in s5 (made sense tho, so not complaining). And I don't understand why he kept showing up in Juno's life and even offered to run away together just to do his worst to try and disappear for good when things started looking up and settling for them, the whole Dark Matters ordeal notwithstanding. Did he try to shake Juno off because he became scared that his feelings got too real for comfort and he couldn't just "file them away" anymore? Would he have abandoned Juno on some faraway planet if Juno didn't change his mind and actually went with him?

Maybe my attitude was partly why I was so delighted by the ending, except for the fact that it simply made the most sense and the stories rarely go this route in order not to upset the fanbase. Personally I'd have said Nureyev to get lost after the 2nd disappearance but luckily for Peter Juno has a different approach. And their relationship might have not gotten through to me, but I really liked how it was developed: I'm on aroace spectrum and "love from the first sight" sounds ridiculous to me. Attraction, I can believe in, love - nah, this thing's built over time and looots of effort. And that's what they've been doing over the seasons - building it. Juno's resolution - "if you can do this, we'll be together, someday in future, if you can't - I guess we just aren't compatible", his acceptance of the fact made me very glad to hear had to undergo a similar realization in the past. Do I need to say that to me the person behind that door in the last seconds of the episode was NOT Nureyev. Too early.

On a different note, what I wasn't satisfied with was Sasha's plotline. It feels unfinished. I kept expecting it to get its resolution as well, to make me sympathize with her (not justify her actions tho), and I guess Nightmare was supposed to be it, but she just confused me instead. I still don't understand what exactly this whole case meant. Why did she look exactly like young Sasha to Juno but like Juno - to Mick?

I mean... the way Sasha was erasing herself from existance just for Agent W to be the only one left, and with how often neometh was mentioned - and the super-drug they pumped Jet with? - I thought Slip would come into the picture too somehow. It seemed like there was a joint overarching plot for these two lines, but they ended up completely unrelated. And Juno said he needed to reflect on Sasha and understand her even after they shook the DM off of their tail, but I don't think this was developed? Idk. And what with all the hints of "you don't know what I've been through" from Sasha? Did I miss the elaboration? It just feels like her plot line was planned but scrapped at some point.

I've started to listen again since ep 1 and realized I don't enjoy the podcast as much as the 1st time until the Aurinkos come into the picture. All the previous episodes were good, don't get me wrong, - just not as interesting to me personally. So after a few episodes I skipped right to the middle of season 2 and wow. I didn't realize Jet to be THIS hilarious the first time! Now the actual fun begins <3

And since I've already started - Juno was very funny and sooo coherent back in the desert. "Leave me be! I'll die but at least I'll do this by my own will!.. oh shit this guy looks scary and like he'll kill me if I don't shut up right now, ok fine". Aw <3

I think this is the first time when I can actually remember how unreliable and overdramatic our narrator is, take his descriptions of any situations with a grain of salt and not even be annoyed at this :D

[hvneymelons]

J U N O ⋆˙⟡♡ B E H A R

v i s a g e ᯓ m u s i n g ᯓ c o n n e c t i o n s ᯓ p i n t e r e s t

“your soul is a dark forest. but the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.” — Marcel Proust

Name: Juno Cosette Behar Birthdate: Dec 19, 1996 Sexuality: demisexual Occupation: Author & Personal Assistant Birthplace: Swansea, UK Residence: Deer Park Height: 5'7"

[ background ]

TW: dead body, trauma.

Juno was born and adopted in England by Thomas and Corrine Behar at the young age of four. Most of her early life is a complete blank space for Juno as she doesn't remember anything before her new parents.

While many would like to look into their birth parents and where they came from, Juno didn't ever felt the need to. The love she had for her adopted parents and family had always been enough to sate her curiosity.

Growing up, Juno and her family often went camping and enjoyed nature as a family. During one of these trips, when she was merely thirteen years old, Juno separated from the rest on a quest to find the most beautiful of flowers to bring back to her parents and she unexpectedly tripped.

While normally she'd be quick to gather herself - this time had been different. She hadn't tripped over a log, or a branch, instead she tripped on a foot and face planted onto the severely decomposing body of young woman. Her clothed had been fully intact, and a red scarf covered in what appeared to be blood draped over her neck. Maggots and other insects picking at the woman's engorged flesh and innards.

That moment cemented into her brain, and to this day she has nightmares surrounding the ordeal. While her parents did their best to get her all the help she could need, Juno has refused to speak on the matter or address it with anybody to this day. She gets lost in the details and is teleported to the same exact place and scenario.

From that moment her life changed drastically and she didn't quite understand it. She began to look at life through a different glass than her family did, and often felt like she didn't belong amongst them anymore. Like their lives had moved on, and yet she was stuck in this loophole of no return. Felt like an outsider despite them loving her no differently.

As she grew up, Juno found herself separating from the rest of her family and finding comfort in the subculture scene of Cairo. There she gained a whole new family, one that encouraged her to transform her trauma into an art. Before long, Juno moved away from her family - going back to England with a friend to join the ever growing subculture scene there. She still remained in constant contact with her family, speaking on the phone every other day and visiting their parents home whenever possible.

School was never something Juno found herself to be good at, and while she did obtain an associates in business she didn't bother to keep going afterwards. Instead she began writing dark and twisted short stories and novels online and quickly gained a following large enough to entice a publishing company to public her stories.

After learning of her brother's move to the states, Juno decided to follow for a change of scenery. Having heard so much about the town from Moshe, she felt like moving here could be beneficial for her writing. Out of all her siblings, Moshe had always been one she couldn't hide from and while it bothered her immensely at first, she loved the way he cares for her and wanted to be near him.

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Robin and Sigrid's Wedding Day

After what seems like a centuries-long engagement between Robin and Sigrid, their wedding day is finally here! The weather is beautiful, perfect for a day of celebration, and the venue is buzzing with excitement as the couple and those closest to them get ready for the day.

The men's quarters is considerably quieter (as it often is 😆) with just Robin, Colt, Haru, and little Juno hanging out. Still, they're enjoying the gentle morning, resting as they prepare themselves for a full day of festivities.

Meanwhile, in the bridal suite, there's a buzz of excitement threatening to burst through the windows as Sigrid's closest family members gussy themselves up for the wedding. Where's the bride, you ask?

Scarlett (through the door): Sigrid, doing okay in there?

Sigrid: Yeah! All good! Be out soon!

And soon enough, Sigrid did reveal herself to her family waiting for her.

The older sims in the room crowd around the door, gawking as the bride shows herself for the first time.

Anya: Sigrid! You look stunning!

Yolanda: I second that! You look so beautiful, sis.

Scarlett: Oh Sigrid... you're the perfect bride, really. Are you ready for this?

As Sigrid's family looks on at her in awe of her beauty and grace, Sigrid feels an overwhelming calm wash over her. The journey to this moment has been long, stressful, and arduous, but it also makes the moment that much more precious. After waiting for years, it's finally her turn, and the calm she feels tells her she's making the right decision, so she looks to the ladies (plus Sabrina 🤭) with confidence as she responds.

Sigrid: I'm ready.

The ceremony begins with everyone important in attendance! Sigrid's remaining siblings are able to make it, as are all of her nieces and nephews (minus Harley's kid who's still a newborn... or infant. I can't remember 😆) and Harley's wife Hajar, who Sigrid only just got to meet on the day of the wedding. Most of Robin's family is here as well, from his sisters Anya and Matilda to his large extended family. Sigrid and Robin even decided to invite Sabrina's friends and their partners, as well as people like Juno's father Marquise. Needless to say, it's the biggest wedding event of the season!

One of the very last invites to go out, however, was one that Sigrid tossed in right at the end: Coty has made it to the wedding all the way from Sulani, with little Milo as his plus one. Having traveled from so far away, he barely makes it in time for the beginning of the ceremony and slips into an empty seat near the back. His expression is hard to read, however. Is he calm? Tired? Forlorn? Perhaps... yearning?

Robin: Sigrid... It seems like no time has passed between the first time I met you and now, but so much in our lives has changed. We've lost a lot but also gained so much more, including two beautiful children who are the lights of my life. You have been the most wonderful partner, loving me through my shortcomings and pitfalls, and I have dedicated my life in return to doing the same for you. Today, in front of all of your family and friends, I am making this dedication known to all, that as your husband I will love and cherish you and our little family, support you through the good and bad times, and practice patience, grace, and understanding through all points of our lives together.

Sigrid: Robin, you have been a joy as a partner all these years. You've held me up when I wasn't strong enough to hold myself. You've encouraged me, reassured me, and always made sure I knew how much I was loved and adored. Our lives together have been a rollercoaster, from growing into a family of four before we could even blink to dealing with all of life's hardships. I know one of the hardest moments for you was losing your father before he could see you become the man you are now, and you have always wanted to be a fraction of the man he was to your mom. Well, I feel pretty confident in saying that you have surpassed him, just as he would have wanted. And now, as we declare our devotion to each other in front of everyone we know and care for, I promise to be the woman deserving of such a wonderful man. I promise to support your dreams, lift you as you have lifted me in times of weakness, and focus on growing our lives together as a team.

After an exchanging of rings after their vows, the two seal their marriage with a kiss, officially becoming Mr. and Mrs. Lay! Finally, after years of planning, dreaming, and anticipation, these two finally tied the knot! Time to celebrate!

After some obligatory photos, the newlyweds make their way into the reception area to continue celebrating the day with all their guests, making sure to greet and thank as many people as they can get to. Sigrid and Robin are still parents though, and during the day she finds herself having to give Audrey a little extra attention. As a result, she doesn't even notice when a familiar face walks up behind her.

Sigrid: Oh- Coty! Didn't even see you there!

Coty: Yeah, you were in full storytelling mode! No worries, just wanted to give my congratulations.

Sigrid pulls him in for a hug.

Sigrid: Thank you! I'm glad you could make it. Is Milo here?

Coty: Oh yeah, probably socializing with anyone willing to listen. Not very often he's around so many sims.

Sigrid: We've gotta change that for sure. We still gonna plan to put that playdate together?

Coty: I'll be in town the rest of the weekend. If you guys have some time, give me a call.

Sigrid: I think I can do that.

The party continues on, but the newlyweds slip away for a bit. Why you ask? Well for starters, Sigrid changes into a more comfortable outfit for a night of dancing, but she also decides to show it off to Robin first along with another surprise.

Robin: What is all this?

Sigrid: Just a little something I set up to let us have a private moment. Wanted to give us both a chance to decompress a little during all of this stuff. You like?

Robin: I love.

Sigrid: This spot has the best view of the river. Makes you realize how big the world we live in is. Puts everything into perspective.

Robin nods, a comfortable silence growing between them before he speaks again.

Robin: What a day, yeah?

Sigrid smiles.

Sigrid: Tell me about it. We finally did it. We're married.

Robin: Yeah. You're my wife.

Robin looks at Sigrid with unfiltered care and adoration, admiring her beauty in the soft glow of the candles. It was never a doubt in his mind, but the moment proves more than ever before that he's chosen the best partner he could've ever picked. Sigrid grins at him, a glow on her cheeks, a life within her eyes that Robin hasn't seen shine quite as brightly in the past years of stress and life. Looking at her, he knows she must feel the same way.

He pulls her closer, letting the moment flow through the both of them. Sigrid falls into the gesture without hesitation, looking upon her new husband with swelling affection.

Robin: This has been the most perfect day. All our family and friends here, our girls... this feels like a dream.

Sigrid: I know what you mean. Everything's been just right. Although I have to say this feels pretty normal.

Robin: This?

Sigrid: Us. Together. I mean, outside of the fancy clothes and venue, everything else feels just like it always does. You've been my husband for a long time. This was just formalities.

Robin: I'll admit there were many times when I caught myself referring to you as my wife during our engagement. Just felt natural. Now I don't have to hold back anymore.

Sigrid: You never did. You've always had my heart. I love you, Robin. Forever and always.

Robin: I love you too.

The duo eventually head back down after spending some time together, living it up on the dance floor. Needless to say, the wedding was a huge success, and Sigrid and Robin look forward to many years of marital bliss!

[liquidstar]

Not sure if we can send more than one but #3 and #16 for your ocverse?

YESS OFC ITS OK THANK YOU SM <3

BUT. IM PUTTING THIS UNDER A CUT BC I TYPED SO MUCH LOL SORRY ANON <3

3.) any recurring images/elements?

Since I just answered a looong drabble abt the anthea converse I’ll answer this one for the polaris one lol

The obvious one is a lot of space and star themes, even the characters designs generally have some sort of little cosmic accessories. Different characters will have their own little sub-motifs, not just in the way they dress but just things that will come up in their story a lot. Like, Polaris herself is a navigator so really anything related to directions (In a more abstract way too, like, she’s lost in life and such), for Saiph, his whole thing can veer on being pretty upsetting but you can always look out for this one Spesific Fucking Knife that’s going to pop up constantly, for Al it’s anything related to halves and opposites, I mean, just look at his hair. For Bella it’s partly her sweet tooth, though it’s also not really about that at all. And for Mira you can aaaalways look out for birds and wings and really anything that flies, oh I hope that doesn’t have any possible negative side effects!!

Anyway I could go on with all the characters (Felis and “lives,” Juno and cracks/breaking, Ain and, well, eyes, etc.) but I think I’ll leave it at these for rn! 

Overall though… A huge huge huge huge huge overarching theme, and I think really the entire point of the story I want to tell with them is… Connection! We’re made of stardust, we’re all connected, people need people to survive. People need connection, no man is an island (Polaris), needing help isn’t a weakness (Saiph), it’s okay to be a burden (Al), vulnerability is a necessity for connection (Bella), people continue to live because of the kindness of others (Mira)

There’s totally a flipside of this too! And other character’s different struggles with it! But again I’d be here all day just listing them all (Not that I’d mind. This is fully for your sake LOL). There are a bunch of smaller themes I’d love to get into, like a lot of the characters arcs are sort of about different types of ego death, sometimes taken in strangely literal ways. And of course the theme of “flaws” being power is important here because of the way that all the characters interconnect into something stronger. And the idea that it’s not somekind of moral failing to be imperfect. But it’s also possible to grow, especially with the help of others. 

AND LOVE! The idea that all love that has ever been and ever will be has always been there. Because, again, we are made of stardust, we are part of the universe. Every moment that you have spent loving something, you have been the universe giving love back to itself. So don’t deny yourself that. 

16.) imagine the entire story takes place but in the meantime the characters all also have tumblr. what kind of (terrible) tumblr posts would happen?

OK silly time. I actually think this concept is so funny so I wanna save it for in case I ever wanna ACTUALLY make fake tumblr posts for them...

So in the meantime here's just what I think their tumblrs would look like

Polaris has not changed her blog theme, icon, or even blog title at all. And she only browses and doesn’t post. She doesn’t understand why she keeps getting blocked.

Saiph comments on EVERY SINGLE FUCKING POST that he reblogs. All of them. No matter what. He needs everyone to know his thoughts.

Al doesn’t use Tumblr and if you saw him reblog old emo music at 3am no you didn’t that was someone else. That was a different Al. Stop asking questions. 

Bella has the most decked out “pastel goth” Tumblr theme ever. She’s so meticulous about it as if it matters. She reblogs edgy moodboards and Kuromi edits. Her Caard is a maze filled with so many blinkies you’ll go blind. She also posts cake.

Mira runs a bird themed gimmick blog. She, like, roleplays as a bird who’s a menace to society. She rbs Bella’s cakes with stuff like “Oh  fuck yes. A little cake for me. *pecks at it*” She’s having fun.

Felis has one of those catgirlbodypart urls. Love her for it of course.

[projectorpheus]

MAINZER ⋅𖥔⋅ 30, M ⋅𖥔⋅ COMBAT

trigger warnings: violence, blackmail, death

They say you can't afford kindness in this world. They say there are humans, but humanity has long been extinct. They say your family is lost to you — the lowest of the social classes, starving and hopeless. Bound to become fodder for the hungry Earth. You clench your jaw, ignore the rage that has taken root in your belly in place of emptiness. You say: WATCH ME SAVE THEM.

When The Divide came, it came as no surprise that your family wasn't selected for the underground cities. You had no gold to feed S Corp's greed; no sharp-tongued excellence to cleave through to their organs and attach yourself as necessary. But your family possessed what few still remembered: warmth. Trust. Even if a single crumb had to be divided six ways; even when it was more air than sustenance — you were grateful. You were happy. But you should have known that the trials aboveground required more than you could give. Animals were no more in this world — A NEW SORT OF BEAST HAD RISEN IN ITS PLACE. Endless carnage; betrayal for the sake of survival. You watched as the members of your family sacrificed their hearts one by one. The beast spits in your face, eyes flashing your younger sister's molten gold. What is family? What is love? We all turn away when the stench of rot comes too close.

It was when your aging mother could no longer survive with the incessant moving and scavenging that you gave in. The selfish were not worthy of all the resources they had accumulated. No — it was your mother, who only ever gave and would flinch upon the thought of hurting another — that deserved it. She would never ask, but she didn't need to. You snuck into their community center in the dead heat of noon, thinking they would be asleep while the land was too dangerous to travel. YOU WERE WRONG. The beast laughs and laughs, teeth glinting in the sun as you are bloodied, bruised, and thrown out to the elements. Radiation had begun seeping into the marrow of your bones when you saw him, sunset behind his head like crimsoned halo. He offered you a deal: sever your own limbs; sever your humanity — for your family to live out their lives in comfort underground. Become a machine; a weapon, a mosaic of technology you never thought you could afford to even touch. You will hardly recognize yourself in the mirror, but at least you can recognize them. You, a machine. They, remaining human. You cut off your arm in front of him.

DYNAMICS

VOSTOK  ⋅𖥔⋅ THE ROPE THAT PULLS YOU FROM THE FLOOD CAN BECOME A NOOSE AROUND YOUR NECK

You are indebted to him. The one who ensures the safety and comfort of your family. He reminds you every time your grip starts to loosen on a neck, resolve weakening with innate sympathy. You kill so they can live. But his demands grow crueler by the day, your original implants eroded and battered, the little flesh and sinew you have left forced to be dismembered and enhanced. The joints you are ordered to dislocate start to resemble his. The irises whose light dissipate in your hands take on the color of his own. Your hatred grows day by day, only fed by the tears your mother sheds each time you return home. The desperate What will we do? What will we do? has changed to turmoil; to grief. Has to changed to WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

JUNO  ⋅𖥔⋅ IN DEFENSE OF LIGHTNING THERE IS ALWAYS A DARKNESS ASKING TO BE SPLIT OPEN

The first time they hacked into your system, you reacted not with malice, but with curiosity. They coded your hand to make a simple thumbs up, and a sound that you had long forgotten emerged from your throat: laughter. When was the last time you had taken an action without Vostok's prior approval? It's a taste of freedom, and you indulge in it. Let them play around with your code; make minor changes that could remain undetected. Until you aren't sure where you end and they begin.

PERDITA  ⋅𖥔⋅ TOO MUCH TENDERNESS CAN KILL THOSE WHO HAVE FORGOTTEN IT

Ward. You were assigned to keep a close watch on her. She is harmless, and sometimes you wonder if this assignment was not meant for preparation, but to relieve Vostok of his responsibility to cure her boredom. You know she is no better than you — another tool he will dismantle and destroy once his purposes are achieved. Yet she acts as if she's above you, asking questions that are better left unspoken; trying to unravel and nurse back the thread of humanity that had been taken from you. She makes you remember all that you have sacrificed. Humanity, dreams, softness. They are of little use to you, now. You don't hesitate to bare your teeth at her — teach her the way of the world you had been forced to learn.

TAKEN BY RAYA ⋅𖥔⋅ ALEXANDER DOMINGUEZ

[hhyperfixblog]

Camp here and there + the owl house character swap au summary

Spoiler warning for the owl house and camp here and there

Also disclaimer, I'm open to suggestions for any changes!! It's super early and it's not the most thought out thing yet

The au is a work in progress that puts the owl house characters into the camp here and there world and focuses on the camp

It combines the plots and mixes different concepts from each story

It swaps the toh adult characters with the major adult characters from ch&t, and keeps the child characters as campers. It combines their personalities, abilities,hobbies,character arcs,and secrets with who they're swapped with. They're also aged much closer to the people they replace

The owl house does not have a lot of major adult characters, so some cabins only have one councilor

The exact way Luz ends up there is still getting worked out but I'm working on it, presumably ends at the wrong camp on her way to the camp her mom sends her to in the beginning of the show, she gets written off as a lost kid and ends up convincing them to let her stay

(I will go in depth in this in a different post, and some of these things will change when I write more)

Glyph magic, curses, positions, demons, and things like that from the owl house carry over

Palismen do aswell, some of the older people kids have their own palismen, but each cabin have palismen that are taken care of and loved by the whole cabin, and the animals correspond with the cabin names. But the nurse's office has owlbert, who helps eda and Raine (mostly eda) with sick kids and his redesign also mirrors that

That's the summary, but I'm gonna write about some of the characters as well just for the idea of them

(full in depth explanations and descriptions for each character will be posted when I have concept art of them)

Eda (has a full description ) - Eda replaces Sydney, eda is the main adult so she was my first choice (was originally gonna be Raine, but I decided against it for many reasons, one being raines stage fright)

Raine (has a full description) - Raine replaced Jedidiah, Raine and eda are distant childhood best friends who used to date, and Sydney and Jedidiah were the same.

Belos (has a full description) - belos replaces elijiah, but he still has his motivations and general plot from the owl house, combined with Elijah's personality.

Please read his description

Terra (does not have a full description) - terra replaces Lucile, I chose her because Raine doesn't have a mother. she was raines guardian when they were a child, but didn't adopt them. she runs the camp the same as Lucille does

Lillith (does not have a full description) - lillith doesn't technically replace Rowan, she's more like her toh self than anyone else is, she has rowans visions and anxiety towards the sky, while keeping her current relationships and most of her personality. There was no reason for choosing her other than I decided to put her in magpie moth

Adrian (does not have a full description) - Adrian replaces juniper, getting chased out of his cabin, into silkworm, and then into magpie moth. His personality is closer to junipers than his in toh.

Darius and eberwolf (do not have descriptions) - Darius and eberwolf have their same dynamic, but share one similar to Yvonne and Joshua's friendship as councilors of cabin silkworm. Eberwolf is older and more humanoid in the au.

Principal bump (does not have a full description) - principal bump had to replace warren and Gracie because there are not that many adult characters in the owl house, so he shares the personalities of both of them.

Amber and Katya (does not have a full description) - amber replaces Marisol and Katya replaces Salem as councilors in cabin grasshopper.

Derwin (does not have a full description) -

Derwin has to replace Juno and Mila as councilor of widow spider and lake guard, because again there's not many adults in the owl house.

Kikimora (does not have a full description) - kikimora replaced Soren, it is so much of a stretch but I'll go in depth at some point, she is a councilor for cabin ladybug and has an unconventional obsession with necromancy.

King (does not have a full description) - king is considered an anomaly who would commonly visit the camp, only to be sent out. during the events of the au, eda has agreed to let him stay around after getting attached to him

I do not have a character to replace fennel, but I'm looking for one

All of the kids stay basically the same since they're not swapped with certain characters

I think that's everything, I will change this if I need to, and I'll update it whenever the character explanations are posted

[the-brolliologist]

Consider for me if you will,,

I know this is going to be very specific but hear me out:

Penumbra Podcast HLVRAI AU

Specifically the Juno Steel series

I'm going to explain this as best I can </3, unfortunately I can't word my thoughts very well

Juno would be Gordon; main character, some Guy that is experiencing The Horrors and is also kinda angry, gay man with some gender, lost a body part, has a gun that he can use pretty well, used to work for the government but hates it now lmao

Nureyev would probably be Benrey? They're the love interests, VERY FRUITY!!, shady lil guys, kind of morally gray, betrayal... (for some symbolism the skeleton could be Slip Jackson??? Idk, metaphors or smth)

Buddy and Vespa are the Coomer and Bubby relationship <3. Its a little hard to determine which one they correlate to though,, unfortunately, although Vespa and Coomer are green, I think Ive landed on Buddy as Coomer; they care a little more about others than they let on, are very transgender and buff, have double vowels in their name, etc. (It would've been so fun to have Buddy as Bubby though, maybe I'll change my mind later)

Vespa and Bubby continuously threaten the main character with bodily harm and are very competent, chaotic <3

RITA IS TOMMY I WILL NOT CHANGE MY MIND,, EVERYBODY THINKS THEYRE YOUNGER THAN THEY ARE, VERY COMPETENT AND KNOWLEDGEABLE BUT FREQUENTLY UNDERESTIMATED, SILLY GOOFY VIBES,, NEED I SAY MORE

As for side characters,

We have the Ruby 7 as Sunkist!!! Sentient, all-knowing, non-human

Either Puck or Nick would be Darnold? Probably Puck because of their established friendly relationship to Rita/Tommy

Jet might be Forzen? I really want to include him but unfortunately there aren't any more characters in HLVRAI. I might have to go through the actual Half Life lore and see if I can include any established characters from there lol. I don't remember much about Forzen except he's related to fighting, so that's the only similarity I can make to Jet lmao

And finally we have Sasha as G-man. Shady leader of a shady organization that is probably committing war crimes. I don't know what to do for the G-man + Tommy father-son relationship here honestly

This will be updated later when I finish reading through the Half Life lore and have better character concepts >:)

[love-frozen-universe]

The History and Meaning of Valentine's Day.

This is why we still celebrate the holiday of love.

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Valentine's Day is one of the country's most popular holidays. Stores put out candy boxes and romantic cards on display months in advance, while restaurants and hotels advertise romantic packages for couples looking for a special way to spend the day. And in case you were wondering, you don't need to be in a relationship to celebrate the holiday. There are plenty of options for friends and family memberslooking to display their affection as well.

What Is Valentine's Day?

Valentine's Day is a celebration of love that is observed every year on February 14.

But have you ever wondered how this holiday came to be? To learn about its origins and how it has evolved over time, we spoke with Allen Carden, a professor of history at Fresno Pacific University in California. He teaches a class called "Holidays, History, and Values" that explores the origins of some of the most widely celebrated holidays in the United States. He revealed that Valentine's Day has been around since the Roman Empire—that is certainly long enough for humankind to perfect it and make it the whimsical holiday it is today!

Meet the Expert

Allen Carden is a professor of history at Fresno Pacific University in California. He teaches a class on the history of holidays celebrated in the United States.

History and Meaning of Valentine's Day 

When it comes to holidays this old, it can be difficult for historians to determine the real story. "I'll be the first to admit it's difficult to separate facts from legend," explains Carden. 

But there are a few details we know for sure: The holiday goes back to the third century, the period 200 to 300 AD when the Roman Empire ruled the world. During this time there were two saints named Valentine who performed heroic acts that made them martyrs within the Christian religion. They were both beheaded by the Romans, one for performing illegal marriages of young couples and the other for preaching Christianity before it was legal. The name "Valentine's Day" probably comes from one or both of them.

The date February 14 derives from a Roman holiday held on that day every year to honor Juno, the goddess of marriage. The celebration included a feast to celebrate health and fertility, both because spring was coming and the Romans wanted their plants to grow and also because of human fertility. "Legend has it that for the feast there was a drawing where young men drew the name of a young woman who they would escort to the festival, and who knows what else," admits Carden.

Once the Romans lost power and Christianity took over, February 14, now called Valentine's Day, was celebrated. In the Middle Ages, people believed this was the date that birds chose their mates. "It was a little farfetched, but it was part of the intrigue," adds Carden. They believed in England that if you met or dreamed about someone on this day, they could be your true love. 

Other Valentine's Day traditions evolved over time. "In the 1600s, in England and other parts of Western Europe, the custom came of sending romantic messages to one's beloved," says Carden. "Late in the 1800s, something new was developed where you could send someone a comic Valentine's greeting. Some of these messages were offensive and off-color, so the postal system even stopped delivering them."

In the late 1800s, the holiday was also commercialized, with businesses printing and selling pre-written Valentine's messages. Around that time, people started giving candy and flowers to loved ones or going on romantic getaways with their partners. "It's been this way for most of the 20th century," reveals Carden. "It really hasn't changed much since."

Significance of Valentine's Day 

Valentine's Day has long been one of the most widely celebrated holidays in the United States. "In the second half of the 1800s, particularly after the Civil War, the celebration was a major event in the United States, surpassed only by the popularity of Christmas," says Carden.

The holiday has also maintained its meaning and significance over time, a remarkable feat for a holiday this old. "Historians call [some of our holidays] degenerate holidays, which means they once had a more noble origin. For example, we have All Hallows' Eve, which has turned into Halloween. It is a key example. Instead of celebrating the righteous lives of saints, it's a 'ghoulish, let's have fun with death and witches and black cat' thing," he explains. "But Valentine's Day still celebrates romantic love, which it has always done."

In the United States, varying levels of importance are given to Valentine's Day. Some couples look forward to it all year and see it as the perfect opportunity to display and declare their love. Others find it to be a forced commercial holiday and want to avoid it altogether, choosing instead to show their affection on their own schedule. Carden says that because it isn't a religious holiday anymore, people can choose how and to what extent they want to mark the day.

Ways to Celebrate Valentine's Day 

A common way people celebrate Valentine's Day is by giving loved ones (significant others or family and friends) an assortment of gifts, including cards, candy, and flowers. "I'm sure it's a great day if you are in the greeting card business, the cut flower business, or the candy business," says Carden.

Many couples opt to spend the holiday together, either having a romantic lunch or dinner or going out of town for the evening where they can really focus on one another. Groups of single friends, especially women, also celebrate the holiday together, focusing on friendship, community, and other forms of love.

Valentine's Day used to be a holiday that men had to plan and initiate. "It used to be that the male would take the initiative on buying candy, flowers, or cards, or organizing the romantic dinner. Now it doesn't have to originate with the man. There is more gender equality," explains Carden. In short, whoever wants to show their love on February 14 is welcome to.

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What I love about the gender and sexual diversity in Juno Steel isn’t just that diverse characters exist. It’s that they live in a world where their existence is taken for granted.

So many science fiction stories make diversity A Thing, even if it’s a really small and subtle Thing, and I hate it. I’m tired of it. I’m sick of far-flung futures where people live in space and have amazing technology but culture is still massively cisheteronormative, and I’m even more sick of worlds where authors try to make it so culture isn’t massively cisheteronormative but don’t lay their social groundwork so somehow make it even more of A Thing, revealing their own biases.

Juno Steel doesn’t do that. Not only are characters who aren’t cis or heterosexual everywhere, there’s no underlying assumption that they should be cis or heterosexual. Juno’s a he/him lady and at no point is this any kind of problem for anyone. In the whole series I can think of two people misgendering him (because they just met him and, like anyone when meeting a new person, go on apparent physical and social cues) and in both cases the correction just isn’t A Thing. Early in the series, he’s fighting a random thug, who tells him to “fight like a gentleman”, and he responds with ‘I’m not a gentleman, I’m a lady’ as fighting banter, and it’s treated exactly the same as if someone had called him a dumb blonde and he’d whipped a wig off and said, “actually, I’m a brunette” -- it’s not A Thing. It’s just meaningless fighting banter and they move on.

The second time, he’s at a party, undercover with his boyfriend. The hostess gets into a discussion with said boyfriend about Juno, who’s wearing a very eye-catching golden dress and very much playing up being a lady, and refers to hims as ‘she’, and his boyfriend does NOT do that stupid fucking thing that cis people always do and stop the conversation to be like “AcTuAlLy, my love’s *preferred pronouns* are -- ”, he just continues the conversation calling Juno ‘he’, and the hostess proceeds to do the same (without doing the even more stupid fucking thing of stopping the conversation to apologise, which is obnoxious and The Worst). It’s just Not A Thing.

Said hostess of the party is also trans, and until the party, had presented as a man with the world’s most eye-catching haircut (she’s a rich eccentric). At the party, nobody recognises her until she reveals her identity, not because of her gender presentation, but because she had a haircut. (It’s also a running joke in the series that sometimes someone will mention an old Earth custom that nobody else has ever heard of, like the one character on Mars who celebrates Christmas. This hostess, who has a Russian surname, changes it to the feminine form of the surname as Russians do, and explains it’s an ‘old earth custom’, which confuses the hell out of everyone -- it must get pretty complicated, changing your surname every time you get a haircut.) Her gender is just straightup Not A Thing.

Very early in the series, we meet a celebrity crime family who make a living off crime and reality TV. Imagine if the Kardashians also ran the mafia, and owned a major TV channel and several prisons and mental health facilities where they were allowed to market footage of the people inside for entertainment, privacy laws just not being a thing (or a thing they have circumvented through exploitative contracts). Everything about these people is big and over-the-top they’re terrible on purpose and if somebody dies then that’s great for ratings.

Two of these are Cassandra and her twin brother Cecil. It’s very heavily implied through the story that the pair are identical twins, and given that their voice actor’s voice is definitely not affected by testosterone, reasonable to assume that Cecil is a trans man. We can’t be sure, though, because that never comes up in the plot. Cecil has an underground torture dungeon where he films a twisted quiz show, once got himself kidnapped by gangsters on purpose for TV ratings, lost his arm in the rescue and now has a cool robot arm. Absolutely everything about him is played up and out-there and over the top for those delicious reality TV viewers. At no point is him being trans ever mentioned, even in passing. It’s not part of his persona because it’s just not interesting or unusual. It isn’t A Thing.

The agender characters aren’t A Thing. They’re just there. The gay and bisexual characters aren’t A Thing. They’re just there. Most of what we know about the sexuality of anyone is speculation based on their dating history; nobody ever comes out to anyone because there’s no need to, there’s no assumption of heterosexuality so the lack of heterosexuality isn’t a surprise. Juno can kiss Peter in one episode and Alessandra a couple of episodes later and doesn’t have to explain to anyone that he’s bisexual. Alessandra can have a fling with Juno and then get engaged and there’s no assumption that her fiance is a man, or surprise that she’s a woman.

Only twice in the series does anyone explicitly state romantic or sexual preferences -- Rita, in a strip club, is asked whether she wants the company of a man or a woman and says “just give me whatever”. (This is a reasonable question to explicitly ask in a strip club.) And Jet, in conversation, once mentions not having romantic or sexual feelings for anybody -- this isn’t explained because HEY LOOK EVERYONE ASEXUALITY AND AROMANTICISM IS A THING, LOOK AT OUR DIVERSITY, WE HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT THERE’S AN ACE GUY HERE. It’s explained because Jet overexplains and overspecifies everything. It’s a core character trait of his, and his sexuality is neither exempt from this nor given special treatment, because it isn’t A Thing.

I’m tired of stories with space travel that unconsciously reflect our own cisheteronormativity no matter how socially advanced they try to be, in the same way that I’m tired of stories with dragons in them that unconsciously reflect our own misogyny no matter how gender equal they claim to be. It’s just nice to see someone get it right occasionally.

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Lavender Smoke [Pt. 1]

Pairings:  Alpha!Bucky x  Omega!Reader

Series warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Slightly more than my previous A/B/O series. Sorta love triangle. Kinda but not really. Arranged marriage. Smut 18+. Be cool, kids. I’ll add more as I go but for now I think that’s it.

Word Count:  4074

Squared Filled: Free Space

A/N:  Another one for @star-spangled-bingo​​ 2021! Finally posting the first chapter.  It is sort of modern AU but some typical royalty/medieval aspects are still there because it is loosely based on Tristian & Isolde. I am adding a few medieval accepts but it's set in modern times.  I don’t know, okay? Just go with it. It will also be a little more A/B/O traditional because of that. As always  my beautiful beta @moonbeambucky​​​​​​​​​​​​ looked this over for me. If you like it write me a book report, sing me a song or come scream at me. I am no longer doing taglists. 

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam, though!***

The southern beaches were different from the northern shores Bucky grew up near. The sand was softer, silkier, if that made any sense at all. Less shells, too, and if you picked the right spot the water was so clear you could straight to the bottom like it was made outta glass somethin’. There was a different feel to them altogether. It left you with a warm, excited feeling. Something deep in you buzzing with the possibilities of what the waves would bring in each time they crashed against your feet. When George told Bucky to take the summer to get his head on straight, Bucky knew the exact place he wanted to go— Juno Beach. The last time he was here, he was just a little boy. That was back before everything went to shit; before his grandfather died, before his father took over the throne and before he became next in line to be king and clan alpha. A lot of things changed that winter and none of them have been in Bucky’s favor.

Bucky went from kicking Steve’s ass with wooden swords and chasing pretty omegas around the dance floor, to sitting in on council meetings and learning every single law and bylaw forward and backwards. Not just his kingdom’s but all the ones surrounding them, too. He spent night after night in the father’s office, slumped down in a chair asleep with papers and books on his lap only to be awoken by a heavy boot kicking his chair hard enough the wood legs shook and threatened to cave under the pressure and Bucky’s weight. Bucky wasn’t a little kid anymore. He reminded his dad of that fact. Bucky told him the legs were going to give out one of these times and George would be sorry. He’d be sorry when his heir had a concussion from falling onto the brick floor. 

George reminded him, they always had Steve if things with Bucky ever went south. It was a shitty thing to say and wasn’t even half true. Yes, they took Steve in when his mom died. Cancer. Steve was only twelve when he lost her and there was no way Bucky would let his best friend be alone after something like that. He promised Sarah he would look after Steve and that was just what Bucky did. Steve has always been treated as his brother, as part of their family. Bucky loved him like his blood and if anyone thought to question Steve’s position, his place within the Barnes household or his relation to the crown George was the first to set them straight. Well, first once Bucky had calmed down and quit yelling. Regardless of everyone’s affection for Steve, Bucky knew George wanted Bucky to succeed him when the time came. Not because he didn’t love Steve, or because he wanted his bloodline on the throne— that one might be partly true— despite his less than warm parenting towards Bucky and Rebecca, George loved his kids very much and since Bucky was a little boy, George has always said he believed Bucky would do great things one day if given the chance. 

The alpha had a strange way of showing it. Bucky supposed, he wouldn’t truly understand the things his father has had to go through until he took over, walked a mile in his shoes and all that. Maybe then he will see that George did the best he could with what he was given. Or that’s what his mother keeps telling him anyway. Either way, it was a relief to be away from them and Bucky knows he shouldn’t find this much enjoyment in solitude, but he was so relieved when his parents told him to take Steve and Sam and get away for a little bit. One last summer to have some fun with brothers, forget his upcoming nuptials and just be himself; not king or clan alpha. He didn’t have to be a leader or someone that his people looked up to. He could simply be Bucky. 

It sounded like a fuckin’ dream and Bucky planned on enjoying every damn second. 

That’s exactly what Bucky was doing. Enjoying the moment. Regardless of what Sam and Steve thought about his current activities or company. Bucky’s knees sank a good inch into the sand, covering the little bit of thigh that was peeking out from his navy swim trunks. Pink painted nails scratched down his chest, leaving red marks in the wake, but he didn’t care. He chased the pretty beta’s lips as she pulled away, taunting him with a sultry swipe of the tongue to her bottom lip drawing him in for more. That silly grin on his face only grew when she pulled away at the very last second, giggling and rushing off towards the water. She was hoping Bucky would chase after her, that was obvious by the exaggerated wiggle to her hips and the not-so casual gaze over her shoulder as she sunk down into the water. Bucky tore his gaze from the gleaming droplets rolling down her bare back and looked back at Steve and Sam, grinning widely at the annoyed and slightly disappointed glares he was getting. 

“Y’know,” Steve started with a roll of the eyes when the young redhead called Bucky’s name for the third time. He had to grab Bucky by the chin and force the alpha to keep his eyes on him and not on the tempting view a mere twenty yards away. “When your parents suggested this little trip, I don’t think your mother meant, take up residency in a brothel for a month and sleep with anyone that calls you pretty.” 

Bucky yanked his chin out of Steve’s grip and pushed him back into the sand, laughing at the look of feigned annoyance on Steve’s face when Sam snarkily muttered, “I told you so.” 

“I want to have a little fun before I resign myself to a lifetime of misery. Give me a break Stevie.” 

Not all arranged marriages were like that, of course. Bucky knew that and knew Steve was going to make that point any second now. It’s been a week since they found themselves alone on the coast, and Steve’s only mentioned it twice. So it was overdue really. Deep down under all the annoyance, Bucky knew Steve was trying to help with all that crap. None of that really made Bucky feel any better. He’s known the omega he was going to marry since he was six, his mother said it would help to know who she was so the transition to mates would be easier. It wasn’t. He saw her portrait a handful of times. They never even spoke until recently and that was only a few letters preparing for her arrival. Her letters were formal. Bucky appreciated that. He didn’t know what he would have done if she arrived starry eyed and hoping for some fairytale that didn’t exist. There wouldn’t be a love story from their bond and Bucky was grateful they were on the same page. It didn’t make marrying a stranger any easier. 

It didn’t really matter in the end. Bucky’s unease. The importance of the match mattered more than Bucky’s discomfort. Lands were still divided and kingdoms refused to share their wealth and goods and everyone suffered from this level of mistrust and greed. They all needed to work together if they were going to keep them from becoming another Sokovia. No one wanted that to happen again, too many lives lost and homes destroyed. Bucky’s father has been working to repair the damage done by past war-torn decades and ignorant monarchs of the past. He wanted to make amends, heal and bring everyone together under one rule. Bucky’s marriage would help make that a reality. It would bond two kingdoms together by marriage and one day, hopefully, a shared bloodline. If they were willing to be honest with themselves, every clan needed this bond to work. It was a step towards peace and if this marriage would get everyone to accept a meeting to talk about the possibility of uniting, that would be the breakthrough they’ve all been waiting for. Bucky was willing to sacrifice his freedom and his true mate to make that happen. 

What were the chances true love and fairytales were real anyhow? 

“What if you like her? Maybe she’s not as bad as you think. Your parents were arranged and it turned out okay.” 

Fairly predictable Steven. As always. 

“Steve,” Bucky grumbled, unlit cigarette balancing between his lips as he spoke and brows furrowed as he fought the urge to push Steve over again. He was still shaking the sand out of his star-covered shorts and that was enough to make Bucky crack a smile. 

“I know you don’t remember, but they hated each other when they first met and it took decades for them to get to love.” 

Steve shook his head and waved his hand as if Bucky was making the whole thing up or it wasn’t as significant as Bucky was suggesting. 

“They still got there.” 

Yeah, they did. Minus the months they spent unable to look at each other and all the years they spent in silence. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to fight for twenty years only to settle into a comfortable convenience that feels something like love.” 

“That’s not an option. Your dad is king. Head alpha. You’re going to be clan alpha. It’s your responsibility to fix the divide and bring everyone back together-” The loud, slightly obnoxious groan that left Bucky’s lips had Steve’s words drowning in the background and before he could start up again once the silence settled, Bucky cut in, putting an end to the discussion. For today at least. 

“Steve. I know all this okay? Why do you think I begged and begged for this? After this, I’ll marry her, bond and do all the shit I have to do but I want this one last moment that’s entirely mine. Is that so bad?” 

Steve opened his mouth and Sam shushed him before he ever got a word out. Sam has been a little more understanding this trip. Bucky wasn’t sure if Steve was really sore with him or if he was worried if Bucky bolted, he would have to shoulder those responsibilities and marry some random omega he didn’t love. He couldn't blame Steve for dreading that. He’s known his path since he could walk and he still hated it. Sam slung his arm around Bucky's shoulder and shook his head at Steve who rolled his eyes in return. Bucky was starting to like having Sam on his side for a change.

“Nah, it’s not so bad, Buck. Let’s live it up before your life really turns to shit.” 

“Thanks. Thanks for the help Samuel.” Bucky chuckled and pushed Sam’s arm off his shoulder and forced himself to his feet, looking towards the northern end of the beach. Sam followed his gaze and cleared his throat, causing Bucky to tear his dreamy gaze from the shore and back to them. 

“There’s a party tonight at the little place a few miles up. The traveling-”

“The fair set up on the northern beach?”

Sam got to his feet and yanked the cigarette from Bucky’s mouth, tossing it into the bag they were using for trash. He really hated being cut off and when Bucky smoked even more. “Yeah, the fair that follows the coast. One of the girls working there said they had music, games and omegas drink free. You wanna have a little fun? That’s where fun is gonna be tonight.” 

Bucky glanced at Steve who threw his hands up in forced agreement and Bucky grinned. 

“Yeah, alright. Let’s do it. Think we can get your sister here by tonight-”

Sam stuck his finger in Bucky’s face making Bucky’s grin turn sheepish and his own features turned deadly serious. 

“I’ll break your neck.” 

“What? She loves music and free drinks!” 

“I’m serious. I’ll drown your ass.” 

“No you won’t. You think I’m adorable.” 

“Head alpha or not, you touch my sister and you’re done for.” 

Bucky threw his head back and cackled loud enough to be heard several miles down the beach.

“Alright, children,” Steve sighed. “Let’s settle down. The night is still young. Plenty of time to kill each other before the night is over.”

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“Pietro says he may have found somewhere for us to go.” 

Y/n looked up from the evening's playlist in her hand at the sound of Wanda’s voice and frowned as she processed her friend’s words. She hadn’t been expecting that. Maybe she should have. It was only a matter of time really. Not everyone was made for a nomadic lifestyle. Y/n wasn’t sure she was really cut out for it but it was better than where she was. At least here, she could make her own choices and live the life she wanted, not one someone forced on her. 

“Somewhere safe. He spent the day talking to one of the high ranking council members and apparently they are very accepting. In fact, he said that their king hoped one day we all would be under one rule living together. Can you imagine that?”

"You want that? You want to leave all this behind to live in some strange alpha’s kingdom? Follow their laws and be tied down?” Y/n asked with a chuckle but it was hollow and her nose wrinkled. She couldn't imagine the thought of living with a bunch of strangers who you were supposed to trust without any real reason to. The only thing close to a family that she knew was Wanda and Pietro. It would be hard to lose them, but would it be harder than losing her freedom? Y/n doubted. 

After fleeing the kingdom they were born in, Wanda and Pietro have talked of nothing else. They want to find a permanent home where they can settle down and truly feel safe. Not a traveling camp that follows the road and coin. Y/n has listened to Wanda talk about starting a family one day for years now. Days on end of talks of dreams and family and a home with no wheels. She wants an Alpha and twins some day. So they will always have each other the way she has Pietro. She shouldn’t be surprised they finally found a kingdom worth settling down in. It still made her heart hurt and her stomach burn with uncertainty for them both. 

“To have a family again? People you can rely on? People who love you? Yes. Of course I want that. We aren’t meant to do this alone.”

Y/n nodded in understanding because she truly did understand where Wanda was coming from. It simply wasn’t for her though. Not anymore. A younger version of her perhaps. A less jaded, more naïve version of herself. Unfortunately, the omega she was now, didn’t allow for childish notions and foolish daydreams. 

“I don’t think I could do it again,” Y/n whispered. Even through the thumping of the music she knew Wanda heard her by the way her eyes softened a fraction. She didn’t want pity. It made the nerves she was feeling simmer and boil over into anger. Not all alphas were bad. Y/n knew that. She’s heard stories of other kingdoms with kind leaders. Stark, Odinson and a few others, they were kind and those without a clan flocked there, hopeful gleam in their eyes as they asked for refuge and possibly a permanent home. Y/n knew all about them. She’s also been witness to the less kind clans. Ones that operated with old customs and outdated hierarchies. The small kingdom she was born to, Cerberus,  was home to a man that was only kind when it suited him. Y/n has been victim to more than her fair share of alpha power and abuse. She had no interest in tying herself to another clan and another alpha that would seek to serve only himself. As if Wanda knew what terrible thoughts were plaguing Y/n, Wanda placed her hand on top of Y/n’s and squeezed it gently.

“Not everyone is like Billy,” She spoke softly enough that those around them wouldn’t catch onto Y/n’s secret. “Pietro said they are heading back at the end of summer and if we go with them we would have to leave then. Give it some thought. You could come with us.” 

“I’ll think about it. I promise,” Y/n muttered quietly, pouting as she did and Wanda laughed.  She laughed but let the topic fade into the background. Yn didn’t talk about Billy often, when she did it usually soured her good mood for the evening and Wanda didn’t want to darken Y/n’s night. Not when she had been so excited to have the night off and she deserved to have a little carefree fun after everything she’s been through.

Y/n dropped the list of songs on the temporary bar they set up this morning and spun around to the sea of people dancing. The dance floor was one of those snap together floors that vendors carried to outdoor venues. They didn’t always need it but at locations like this, near the beach or somewhere mainly outdoors, they had to create the right atmosphere to draw people in. Y/n liked to watch the semi-drunk people attempting to dance on the slippery fake wood that was covered in sand thanks to the movement on and off the floor. She wasn’t much for dancing but she did like to laugh at all the alphas tripping over all the omegas swaying their hips and batting their lashes. It was half ridiculous and for a dumb reason she didn’t want to admit, the sight left a twinge in her chest.  

The heady smoky, cedar scent catches her attention, she searches the crowd for the source when she spots someone across the dance floor — a golden skinned, long haired Alpha clearly searching for someone of his own. His icy blue eyes landed on her and he grinned, sending a shiver through her. Her hand found its way to her neck, without thinking, and she could see the alpha’s eyes sparkling at the gesture. He had been searching the room for her. She didn’t know why she did that. She’s never been one of those omegas. Then again, she’s never had an alpha that looked like him, staring back at her the way he was. 

He slowly pushed through the crowd of party goers and she found herself pushing off the bar walking towards him, ignoring Wanda’s calls for her to come back and despite telling her feet to turn around and go back where it was safe. Or at least stop at Pietro’s booth to tell him who she was meeting so he could keep an eye on her. Neither of them stopped though. Not until they were face to face, standing in the middle of the dancefloor. There were two larger alphas standing off to the side watching them with interest and shouting something she couldn’t make out while she was drowning in the gleaming blue of his eyes. The man in front of her flipped them off without looking away and she laughed. He grinned at her as if he was completely enamored by her and they haven’t even spoken. The alpha leaned forward to shout over the music and chatter around them, “I’m Bucky. What’s your name?” 

She told him her name and the whimper that left his lips made her stomach flip.

“You smell good,” Bucky groaned and immediately threw his head back, obviously mad at himself and slightly embarrassed judging by the crimson shading his cheeks. “I know that sounds like some knothead alpha line. I’m sorry. I caught your scent the second we got here and I had to find you.”  

It was a cheesy line. One she’s heard a few times but it felt different coming from him. It didn’t make her stomach twist with something ugly or make the hair on the back of her neck stand up and he’s the only alpha to say it and seem genuine. 

“It’s okay. So do you.” 

Bucky practically beamed and Y/n melted at the sight. She meant it, too. He did. A deep cedar scent that made her chest warm. There was something else she couldn't place under all that. Maybe a hint of cherry in there. Whatever it was, it was sweet and she liked it. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she repeated dumbly, grinning like a fool to match the dopey smile Bucky was wearing.  

“Wanna dance with me?” 

Gods did Y/n want to, but she didn’t dance. She didn’t exactly have two left feet but she wasn’t going to draw in her true mate with the moves she was sporting on the floor. Bucky tilted his head to the side and gave her a pleading smile with wide eyes, set for begging if needed. Y/n shoved his shoulder and Bucky caught her hand. He said something about not needing to worry when he pulled her close. He would make sure she only crushed two or three of his toes. As if he already knew her that well, like it was so easy for him to read her that he knew her trepidation came from her own lack of skill and not from fear of him.  

They danced for a while, to whatever came on. It didn’t matter if it was fast or slow, romantic or silly. They stayed on the sandy wood floor, hands on skin every chance they got and shouting questions back and forth over the music. Favorite color? Red. Favorite season? Winter. True mates? For kids but a nice thought. Last time you bathed? You sayin’ I smell? Your Worst trait? Stubborn and I can be a little bit of a flirt or so I’m told. Biggest regret? Letting once in a lifetime slip by. They danced and talked for so long that the songs came and went, slowly drifting from one to next. She didn't know how many they listened to but her legs felt numb. They tingle a bit and her ankles were sore from her shoes, knees weak from the way he was staring at her. All of that was nothing compared to the way they caved when Bucky leaned in, pausing just before her lips to make sure he was reading this right. Just because an omega scents interested, didn’t mean she wanted to be kissed or held like this. Y/n did. Bucky caught on fairly quickly when her hands slipped into his curls and she tightened her hold on the delicate strands tickling the back of his neck and nudged him that last inch and when their lips touched, he swore he saw sparks.

Soft lips brush against her, eager and willing. Their kiss was languid, as if they were searching for something more than this. Bucky’s right hand came up to cradle her jaw, his left pressing against the small of her back and urging her against him so he could envelop her by his arms. The moment his tongue parted her lips, she sank into him and gripped his biceps to steady her unsteady legs. It was slow. Intense. Y/n could feel it with every beat in her chest, she didn’t know how long they kissed for but when Bucky pulled back just enough to take a break the song had changed to a much slower beat. 

“Ah, shit,” Bucky whispered against her lips. There was an unspoken question of concern in her eyes, wondering if she had done something wrong or gone too far and that definitely wasn’t the cause of Bucky’s hesitancy. Bucky kissed her a few times too many and took another grounding breath. 

 “You’ve got my head spinnin’. Just need a minute to catch my breath s’all.” 

Not that a minute would make a whole lot of difference. There was no going back now. Bucky knew when he caught her scent she was different and after having her on his lips, he was sure of it the moment he claimed her lips; she claimed him the second they touched and they were both in deep, deep trouble. 

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