#when you and the bestie both have bloodlust!!!!!!!!!!!!

[exlibrismortis]

okay but it is actually insane that Light was like 'I'll pretend to be L' and then proceeds to imitate him almost exactly. like. he's yotsuba-d he doesn't remember why he's so fixated on the mannerisms and speech of this guy he's chained to but he knows that he can copy him down to the way he forms a sentence, to the faux polite knife in the back threats. no wonder L immediately afterwards is like 'okay, Kira'. they know each other, even when Light has forgotten who he was. on an unrelated note everyone go listen to playing his game.

[burning-thistles-bt]

Lightningships... isn't it ironic the ArospecAce has the most partners/confirmed crushes/volatile love life? something something yearning for what you can't have

Obviously this isn't Lightningfur's first pride so you guys know the drill here, she's Aromantic-spectrum (disinclined towards romantic feelings but not incapable of feeling them to some capacity, often tilted towards a demiromantic way where she must be close to the cat first, but then she also only feels it sparsely/not strongly/not continuously), Asexual (feels no sexual attraction/lust, strongly sex-repulsed), and Lesbian (only experiences attraction towards feminine-presenting people)!

BT Mild-to-Semi-Major Spoilers Below (depends on how well you theorize)

SilverLightning - ohhh the yearning and the can't-having! First of all, they're besties <3 a tale I've told a hundred times, Lightningfur isn't even aware she has any kind of crush on Silverstream and Silverstream is tragically Straight. And that's completely true - Silverstream holds no romantic feelings for Lightningfur. Her heart never does a little flip for Lightningfur and she never looks at her and thinks "wow, she's kind of pretty..." That being said, Lightningfur is her Fucking Bestie. And, well, okay, actually, that's Lightningfur. You don't mess with Lightningfur's bestie. Lightningfur is a very possessive person who wants everything that's "hers" to stay hers. She's self-centered in that way, but Silverstream is a more "carefree" kind of self-centered. The world resolves around her, and Lightningfur is just another planet in her orbit... She cares a lot about Lightningfur, but it's not until certain events occur that Silverstream begins to realize she's not the world... and that Lightningfur is the only one who ever believed her to be. Who knows, maybe they'll both get their happy ever afterlife...

SedgeLightning - we all know this story too, Sedgecreek is blindly head over heels for Lightningfur for... some reason. Needless to say, the recent killing of Spottedleaf has definitely shaken Sedgecreek, but she still holds out hope because it was "just an accident..." Though, how long that hope will last stands to be seen... Sedgecreek's crush on Lightningfur was not entirely unreciprocated - Lightningfur, at her weakest after Silverstream's death, was certainly yearning for some kind of comfort, even if she would never ever admit it. While it wasn't necessarily a crush to the degree she had on Silverstream or will have on Fury, there was definitely a kind of "give me attention, please love me" to her, even as she said and did the exact opposite. A little "what if...?" perhaps, that Lightningfur never let herself think long about because, ew, Sedgecreek is annoying, and also, she totally definitely doesn't want a mate. Which is/was true, until Silverstream died, and she had an eternal epiphany that she mentally blocked out (because Silverstream was basically hers and now she's alone).

FuriousLightning - FURY AND LIGHTNINGFUR!!! THE SHIP EVER!!!! Ahahahahaha, I'm so obsessed with them. Okay, let's start here: Lightningfur is at the end of her rope. No, actually, the ropes been fucking burned, and she's lost and hopeless and going crazy. And here's Fury, flirting with her. Lightningfur doesn't know what the fuck Fury is doing, but she does know she loves how crazy Fury is. How blood-thirsty she is and how powerful and loud and angry. Fury is the first cat who truly matches her skill and drive, and Lightningfur is already enjoying the company of such a strong murderer (at this point, not in a romantic way, it's just admirance/desire for friendship). Fury, meanwhile, sees Lightningfur's similar bloodlust and lack of fear or cowardship, and is immediately intrigued. Fury is a bit of a compulsive flirter, the kind of girl going to parties just to sleep with people and steal their wallets during the ordeal. Though, the fact that Lightningfur gets confused rather than flustered when she flirts with her is definitely very amusing to Fury. Lightningfur is a curious soul to her, one that Fury is eager to take a closer look at, and when that rope burns, she might just have her opportunity... Lightningfur is desperate for company, something to (guide her) sink her claws into and call her own, and her eyes are opened up to new possibilities she'd always thought ridiculous and pointless as a new dawn starts for her. Anything to feel like she's still in control.

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CinderLightning - A ship long revealed at this point, Cinders and Lightningfur!!! Oh the spoilers to be had.... If you've caught onto the pattern of the Lightningships, you'll know that they're not all so easily happy and lovey dovey like FireSand or CopperDawn or RavenBarley. No, they're far from it. But I'd like to think this is the closest you'll get to it for Lightningfur, outside of SilverLightning's friendship when Silverstream was alive. At this point in Lightningfur's life, she knows exactly what she wants and she's going to fucking keep it this time---"You're MINE." And Cinders? Cinders is more than fine with it as long, especially after recent events, and she just wants to stay safe and protected and she'll pretend to be a little dumber so it'll stay that way for the both of them. Lightningfur makes a surprisingly good housewife, no? And an even better guard dog.

[themonotonysyndrome]

Aite. Woke up in a... smutty mood so you know what time it is. So here's a little something-something for Lovely/Vincent.

Also, big shout for the hornii channel in the REDACTED bestie channel. Maple and Alphie, you guys have unleashed me.

As usual, minors please DNI:

Becoming a Vampire is not for everyone. Adjusting into a new, magical life is one thing but coming to terms that you're barely human is another. And most often than not, the Turnings are traumatic.

For most Vampires, dying is the catalyst and Lovely is no different.

As their Maker and boyfriend, it's Vincent's honour and responsibility to help them adapt to their new, nocturnal life. Therapy helps and a conversation with William about how the Clan is ready to help them both in any way makes the healing process a bit more bearable.

As long as they're together, Vincent and Lovely can move on from the Inversion.

"Hey, Lovely," Vincent greets them as soon as they step into the living room. William called them up for something and Lovely went to their bedroom for some privacy. Not that it means much considering they're both Vampires but some semblance of normality hurts no one.

Lovely flickers a smile when Vincent eagerly pats his lap. Once they made themselves comfortable on his lap and eye-to-eye, Vincent gently kiss the tip of their nose.

"So how was Will?"

"He was wondering if we would like to have dinner with him this weekend. He just wants to catch up."

"A dinner with William usually means sitting down in one of those fancy restaurants at the wealthy side of Dahlia. Are you OK with it?"

"Do you think I'm ready to go outside?"

"Sure! As a Newborn, you've got good control over your bloodlust already. It shows that you excel in whatever you put your mind to, Lovely."

"Ever the smooth talker, Vince."

"Hey, credits are where credits are due and all that. Speaking of bloodlust, are you hungry?"

"I... could use a bite. I think we still got some blood bags in the fridge."

"I have a better idea."

Vincent grins and nicks his neck using his nails. The moment the scent of his blood hits their nose, Lovely's eyes blow wide. They lick their lips, savouring the temptation for both of their sake. "You're not playing fair, Vincent..."

"Why should I when my Lovely deserve nothing but the best." And with that, Vincent gently cards his fingers through Lovely's hair before pushing their head towards his neck. Where mouth meets skin.

Lovely surrender themselves and dart their tongue, slowly licking him. Savouring the taste that's purely Vincent while his body tense with pleasure and excitement. He moans when Lovely sinks their fangs in and drinks. Heat running through both of them now.

Vincent wasted no time. As soon as Lovely wrapped their arms around his shoulders in hopes to melt their body with his, Vincent push his hand into their loose shorts to palmed his Lovely between their legs. Groaning how hot they are and how his erection is about to burst through his trousers.

Lovely is so sweet and soft against his body as he begins rubbing them in earnest. "Spread your legs a bit more... yes, that's it, Lovely," Vincent murmurs. "Just like that... let me make you feel good." They whimper as he leans down to nibble their clothed nipple and that was enough to send his perfect lover over the edge.

"Vincent!"

The scent of cum and blood cast a spell on the couple. When Lovely detach their cute fangs from Vincent's neck, their blissed-out expression made Vincent crazy with desire. He kneads their ass and Lovely gasp when he smacks the warm flesh.

It takes a while for Lovely to get a hold of themselves but once they do, a wicked smile is on their face and it took Vincent's breath away. "Daddy always takes good care of me," They purr and Vincent's fangs ache with want. "So it's only right for me to take of you Daddy~"

Before Vincent could react, they easily slide off his lap to kneel on the floor. They then slowly ease open his knees and unfasten his pants, licking their lips as his cock springs free. Vincent shudders when they stroke him once and then feel their breath. Lovely purrs when they see their name tattooed just above his cock. They then moist their fangs, lean forward and -

Vincent tips his head to moan. Helpless and wreck with pleasure as Lovely drinks their fill. He can't help it, he cups their face and watches their mouth work on his dick. "Fuck! Lovely! No... idea - easy baby, easy! - always this good -" He gasps when Lovely caress his balls. Vincent isn't sure if he's going to cum instantly or pass out. Nothing exists except for Lovely and how their suckling becomes greedy and needy.

It isn't long until Vincent's eyes roll back in his head and he cums. Hard and painted his Lovely's face white. They giggle when Vincent hurry to hoist them back up on his lap and lick it clean.

It's going to be a good night.

[saturatedsinset]

Oh also vengeance time!! Laura/Cass(/whoever), control

ohhhh fuck you for this one bestie it's been rotating in my brain since you sent it

they're all control freaks, is the thing. laura, with her insatiable need for more, the way she'll swallow the whole world just so she knows it's sitting in her belly. cass, with - she laughs - does she even have to think it? name it, and it becomes real, she thinks, bitter. name it, and she may as well be talking to the therapist that charges too much, and she can't really afford it anyway, and for all they're willing to forget a name when it's a god, the old cunt always stumbles over cassandra. and sakhmet, claws and teeth and bloodlust all to keep something, anything, under her thumb.

common ground with sakhmet, of all of them. the voice in cass's head is laughing at her. but they're both, always, always fucking chomping at the bit for a chance to give some of it up.

she supposes they're both content in laura's belly, anyway.

[malewife-central]

21?

Ah! One of my fave songs on the playlist!

Here’s my Mafia Au! Headcanons (Under the cut for length)

Warnings: Slight violence and blood mentions, Slight change in a few characters personalities

[Link for the songfic game that inspired this]

Heartslabyul-

Riddle as the quick tempered boss who believes rules need to followed…He’s from a long line of bosses who all stemmed from the Queen of Hearts… His wrath is well known and his protectiveness of what is apart of his kingdom is even more so well known

Trey is the long time friend of Riddle and is now his right hand man…His family bakery was used as a way to transport…”goods” and so, He helps to transport “goods” and money through…various means.

Cater is in charge of keeping mafia stuff quiet…any rats are found by him and he may act like a fun loving sweetheart but…According to those who work under him…he’s the scariest of all three of them…Met Riddle through Trey when he helped hide a misstep in Trey’s ranks

Ace and Deuce are working to control the police force in Her Majesty’s favor…Both are pretty high ranking but they’re not leaders really…at least not yet

Savanaclaw-

Leona is gonna be a boss in this au…mans definitely killed his brother (reminder these guys are evil…er now) He acts fairly lazy but he’s a genius…nothing gets in the way of the kings pride…Be prepared~

Ruggie is one of Leona’s closest confidants and since he comes from humble beginnings he’s the one who has helped recruit the most people…He’s terrifying and since he’s close to the people of the slums he’s got a good connection to the black market down there…Look at my short king, running the show 💕

Jack comes from a family who is close to Leona’s, Jack is commonly used as a bodyguard to Leona or Ruggie (Like they need one lmao)

Octivinelle

Azul my beloved nerd…The vibes don’t change much from how they usually are since fish mafia is def canon…But our dear octo boy isn’t a leader just yet…All praise our beloved octo queen AKA his mom…He’s set to take her place in a couple years and he’s already got it down pat lol

Jade and Floyd are Azul’s childhood friends…Having “chosen each other” in canon it’s definitely true that they’re still his bodyguards/right and left hand men. Personalities stay about the same but Once Jade and Floyd get attached to someone they’re even more protective of them than in canon…Trust me, You’re safe with them.

(Lowkey I think the only way to get close to these guys is to have met them in a way where you saved them from cops or if you grew up with them…So if y’all are interested I can maybe start writing this 👀)

Scarabia

Kalim is still a silly goofy lil guy! Except he’s only acting stupid. Don’t underestimate him. This young man grew up rich but unlike in canon he wasn’t just the firstborn…He had to fight for this title…His 30+ younger siblings are too scared to try and take the title since…”The Incident” (He’s still my blorbo)

Jamil is still from a family that owes the Asim family and he honestly hasn’t changed much…besides the fact that Jamil has a greater respect for Kalim in this au…It’s recommended you don’t ask why

Pomefiore

Vil is the leaders son, He’s literally a year away from taking “the crown” and carrying on the legacy of his mother and fathers skill in crime…He’s still an actor and model…And he’s still famous too…Extra protective of his status tho soooo…watch out bestie he’ll carve ur eyes out

Rook is still definitely a hunter…Anyone who presents a threat to Vil or the royal line is exterminated quickly…Rook is still in love with love but I feel that now his hunter qualities (Bloodlust) are much more present…Traumatized, your honor. He’s traumatized.

Epel is a young farmer boy who caught the eye of Vil one day…His grandfather was a mentor figure to Vil’s father and so, Vil’s father introduced him to Vil and taught him how to defend his son…Bodyguard who’s also used for spy jobs because he passes as a girl 💀 poor little meow meow

Diasomnia

Malleus is still the “prince” seeing as his grandmother is in charge since his mother and father were murdered…He’s followed everywhere by extreme guards (*cough* his found family *cough*) because he’s an heir…He’s still very lonely but he’s definitely more…purposefully scary

Since Malleus doesn’t have a right hand man Lilia serves as more of a mentor figure and advisor for Malleus…Lilia was best friends with Malleus’s father and is technically Malleus’s god father…(He was definitely gay lovers with Malleus’s dad… Just let me have this please god the angst hurts so good)

Silver serves as another guard for Malleus and as Lilia’s adopted son he’s grown up with Malleus and considers him a brother…He’s a very secretive man and he’s considered to almost be a ghost…hardly a single record of his life…How odd

Sebek is the most loyal follower of the Prince and has sworn his life to keeping him safe since his parents were the previous King and Queens guards (until they were killed attempting to save Mal’s parents) And so Sebek grew up only knowing how to serve…Yes he’s loud but he’s also much more…Prone to immediate violence

Ignihyde

Idia is a lot less spooked by contact with people…But do not think for a second he enjoys human contact…Idia’s family runs a “computer/IT company” AKA they launder a hell of a lot of money…Idia is still incredibly skilled with Code and consistently steals money from people just…for funsies…He lost his younger brother 5 years ago when the car he was in was target with a car bomb…He’s yet to take the role of leader but he might as well have it lol

Ortho is a young orphan who looks eerily familiar to Idia’s dead little brother…He is still very young and so not much knowledge is available on him…any far research into this boy has led a lot of journalists to…disappear…Ortho constantly wears a and long clothing to keep his identity a secret…

I hope you’ve enjoyed! My inbox is always open to more ideas or even requests on this topic but first I ask that you read my rules!

[myundeadgayson]

(Spoilers for Last Life Ep. 6!)

i need to talk about Grian in the Magical Mountain shop.

oh my goodness, i need to talk about this. the moment where Grian laughs when Scar asks for crystals. bestie, we need to talk about it bc this moment’s gonna live in my mind.

listen, it’s the image of a frazzled Grian chuckling hysterically as Scar asks him for diamonds in payment. it’s the way you can imagine Scar looking so confused for a moment as Grian just chortles to himself.

“Diamonds…,” he mumbles, taking Scar by surprise. Scar likely expected a small barter, but he didn’t expect to hear Grian laugh at his offer.

it’s the image of Grian running a hand through his hair, revealing two yellow, bloodshot eyes. Scar didn’t noticed how tired they were before, or the heavy bags beneath them. in his other hand is the crystal, clutched tightly to the point Scar starts to fear it’ll break.

Grian’s humored smile slowly turns more crazed as his laughter grows louder, “I don’t have any diamonds!”

it’s the way Scar would take a step back, eyes widening ever so slightly. he hadn’t noticed just how exhausted Grian looks.

Grian looks like he hasn’t slept in days, which he probably hadn’t. he’s been on the move constantly, losing anding regaining lives. his team’s fallen apart and he doesn’t feel safe anywhere. the base he’d built is hardly a home, and he can’t trust anyone anymore. all his allies all have their own intentions, which he should have expected from the get-go. trust never last long in this kind of life, so why should it have mattered now?

his sweater is torn and his hair is matted from days spent running around like a madman with Joel through the forests. and now Scar’s asking him for diamonds. and he can’t help but laugh because when would he have found the time?!

he hasn’t thought about diamonds in days!

and he laughs harder as it occurs to him that it’s obvious Scar might want diamonds! it’s such an obvious form of currency that he almost can’t believe he didn’t remember that’s an an option!

it’s like he almost forgot someone might want payment that doesn’t involve bloodshed.

it’s the way Scar steadies himself. he straightens up, expression slipping back into something more guarded. this is a business deal after all, yet his hands are gripping the counter tight. while he keeps his voice strong, he can’t fully ignore the fear that settles in his chest.

it wasn’t long ago that Grian was threatening him for his life. the look in Grian’s eyes is too close to what it was when Grian was standing in front of that dreadful machine that could have taken all Scar’s lives for good.

they both know the taste of bloodlust now, though it felt strangely familiar to Scar in a way he doesn’t understand. however, he can’t stand to let himself lose his second life another time. being alone is somehow an even worse fate than the bloodthirst that comes with it these days.

Grian must know it too, but he looks too desperate.

Scar concedes, asking for what Grian can offer instead. when Grian hands him TNT instead, it makes all too much sense that he’d be paid in what can possibly result in more death.

someone can probably write this out better (and i’m really hoping for it!!), but i just needed to express that this is probably one of my favorite scenes right now!

am i probably looking too far into it? absolutely!

but am i gonna stop imagining it that way?? no way bc that’s instantly how i saw that scene in my head as it happened and holy shit, i just needed to express how much i love it.

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 9

Request: Yes or No

Almost at double digits y'all. Can someone be an angel and send me the ages of every one between civil war and endgame? Ik Wanda was 18-19 in Age of Ultron and Civil war and Sam was probs in his mid to late twenties in Civil War.

~

You frowned, touching the collar around your neck. It made you feel like an animal. It was to prevent you from using your powers. Rhodes had mentioned it would shock you if you attempted to use your powers. You weren't sure if it was instantaneous or if someone controlled it but you didn't feel like finding out.

"You like cats?" Sam asked T'Challa, prince of Wakanda.

"Sam." Steve called, glancing over his shoulder like a disapproving parent. You snorted softly, biting your bottom lip.

"What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't want to know more?" Sam asked, looking at Steve.

"I like cats." You mumbled, looking at Sam with a small smile. Sam turned towards you with a small grin.

"Of course you do, Animal Planet." You rolled your eyes at the new nickname, shifting slightly. You really didn't want to trigger the collar.

"I'm a dog person."

"You look like a dog person."

"And what do dog people look like?"

"Morons." You answered, giving a slight shrug as Steve cracked a smile, trying to bite back a chuckle. Sam huffed lightly, looking away from you. A moment of silence passed before Steve spoke.

"Your suit.. Vibranium?" Steve asked T'Challa. The prince turned his head slightly.

"The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. It's meant to pass from warrior to warrior. Now, because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king. So I ask you.. How long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?" T'Challa asked, finally looking at Steve. Steve stayed silent, looking forward. You sighed through your nose, feeling the tension return. You wondered if Clint had been notified of your arrest yet. The van pulled into a parking garage, officers opening the door once it came to a stop. You got out, following Steve to the man and blonde.

"What's gonna happen to him?" Steve asked. You turned your head, looking over at him. You made eye contact with him again, holding it for a minute before looking away.

"What was that?" Sam asked quietly. You frowned, brows furrowing.

"That- That little staring contest."

"Oh, shut up." You huffed, looking away from him.

"Same thing that's gonna happen to you. Psychological evaluation." The man replied.

"This is Everett Ross, CIA operative and Task Force Commander." The woman, Sharon Carter, introduced him. Her gaze flickered to you.

"The shock collar will be taken off after the evaluation." She said, voice stotic but gaze pitiful.

"What about a lawyer?"

"Lawyer, that's funny. See their weapons are placed in lock up." Ross instructed the officers. Sam scoffed, following the officers. Steve spared one last glance to Bucky before following Ross and the officers. You walked besides Sam, being escorted through the building.

"You'll be placed in offices instead of cells. Do me a favor and stay in them." Ross stared straight forward as he spoke. T'Challa moved to walk beside him.

"I don't intend on going anywhere." T'Challa said. You spotted Natasha, feeling some sense of relief.

"Clint was informed and I assured him I'd keep an eye on you." Natasha told you, giving a small reassuring smile. She looked at Steve, addressing him. The relief went away upon hearing Tonys' voice. He finished his phone call, approaching you and the guys.

"Consequences?" Steve questioned, staring at him. You looked around the large room, noticing the screens and everything going on.

"Secretary Ross wants you three prosecuted." Tony said, motioning to them and you. Your brows furrowed slightly. There were two guys with the last name Ross who looked vaguely alike. That definitely wouldn't be hard to remember.

"I'm not getting that shield back, am I?" Steve asked as Tony and Natasha walked away.

"Technically, it belongs to the government. Wings too." Natasha said, shrugging.

"That's cold." Sam muttered.

"Warmer than jail." Tony called back. You looked at the security cameras, noticing the room Bucky had been moved to.

"You got the hots for him or something?" Sam asked. Steve turned to look at you, blinking a few times. You shot Sam a look, raising your brows.

"No, Samuel. I do not and if I did, why would you ask infront of his longtime bestie?" You asked, almost gritting your teeth. Sam raised his hands in surrender as Tony pulled Steve into a meeting room to talk.

"Why have a meeting in a glass box?" You asked quietly. Sam shrugged, looking it over.

"To prevent fighting." Sam answered. You watched at Steve and Tony seemed to argue. You looked at Sam with an amused smile.

"Physical fights." Sam clarified as Tony stepped out and Sharon had you and Sam enter. You took a seat across from Sam, looking at the security camera footage. Sharon entered, placing a paper infront of Sam.

"I'm sorry about the collar." Sharon apologized softly. You leaned back in the seat, shrugging lightly. She pressed a button, allowing Steve to listen to the footage. Sharon slid over some photos over to Steve.

"Why would the Task Force release this?" Steve asked. Sharon gave a shrug.

"To alert the public, I guess."

"Right.. A good way to force a guy into hiding. Got seven billion people looking for The Winter Solider."

"You're saying someone framed the guy to find him." Sharon mused quietly. Sam seemed confused, looking at Steve. You looked back at the footage on screen.

"Steve, you looked for the guy for two years and found nothing." Sam reminded him.

"We didn't bomb the UN."

"That doesn't guarantee that the person who framed him knew that we'd get him." Sharon looked at Steve. She suddenly frowned, brows furrowing as Steve turned towards the footage. You looked up as the power went out, seeing the staff begin to freak out and try to locate the source. You looked at Sam, slowly standing up. Sharon took out a key, sliding it over to you.

"Level 5 east wing." She said as you unlocked the collar, tossing it to the side as running out of the room with Sam and Steve. Whoever had framed Bucky had found him. You followed the two down the hall and down some stairs. You reached the area, finding guards on the ground. The interviewer lied on the ground, calling for help. Steve approached him with you hesitantly following. You noticed movement out of the corner of your eye, dodging Sam when he was thrown towards you.

"Hey, dude." You breathed out, swallowing. Bucky had a deep frown on his face, blue eyes holding nothing but bloodlust. He looked downright terrifying. You thrusted both hands forward, shooting a fireball that sent him flying back against the wall. Steve quickly stepped between you and him as you turned and rushed to Sam.

"Sam? Sam!" You shook his shoulders, shakey fingers pressing against his neck. You felt his pulse, relieved to feel his heartbeat. You slapped his cheek, waking him up.

"I've always wanted to do that." You muttered, watching him wince. He groaned, turning his head. You followed his gaze, seeing the guy from before looking down where Steve had been thrown. You stood, helping Sam up and following him up a set of stairs. With Steve out of commission temporarily and Bucky in a frenzy, the guy was the only hope of stopping everything.

"Can you try to stop him or trip him up?" Sam asked, rushing up the stairs.

"I can't see him and I'd rather not make this whole building collapse on accident." You replied, almost tripping over your own feet. Sam found an exit, following the crowd of people running.

"He looked like any other guy." You said, taking in deep breaths. Sam shot you a weird look.

"We just ran up like five flights of stairs." You breathed out, hands resting on your knees. At least the chilly weather provided some help. Sam noticed a jacket, jogging over and picking it up. You stumbled after him, looking it over.

"I really need some water." You whispered, lightly fanning yourself. Sam rolled his eyes, following the crowd of people. You sluggishly followed, giving him a small smile when he stopped by a shop to get you a bottle. He took out his phone as you drank half of it.

"Come on." Sam pulled you along, following direction and entering warehouse. Steve had Bucky laying against some machinery, unconscious and metal arm trapped in a wedge.

"You two okay?" Steve asked, looking you and Sam over with a concerned frown.

"Yeah.. Someone over here needs some more training." Sam glanced at you with a teasing smile. You rolled your eyes, licking your lips as you heard the sound of a helicopter.

"Could you ice over his arm?" Steve asked.

"He broke a stone wall. Ice won't hold him but sure, I'll do it." You shrugged, approaching the unconscious man. You licked your lips, splashing the rest of the water on the machinery and touching it after. The ice creeped down, covering over the metal arm. You looked at him, finally getting a proper look. He was handsome. Brown hair that barely reached his shoulders, facial hair just growing in, those icy blue eyes that either swirled with sadness or anger.

"You're giving him bedroom eyes again." Sam called, his voice echoing slightly. You clenched your jaw, looking at him.

"What? I can't admire something that looks nice?" You asked, watching his demeanor change. He looked alert yet amused. You frowned, looking back at Bucky and finding him staring right at you. You rolled your lips into your mouth, clearing your throat.

"God, that's so embarrassing." You whispered, speedwalking towards Sam as he cracked up. You ignored your burning face, arms crossing. Sam calmed down, wiping away a tear. Steve walked over, watching Bucky grunt and sit up. He looked at Steve, calling out his name in a hoarse voice.

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" Steve asked, staring at him intently. Bucky stayed silent for a moment before speaking.

"Your moms' name was Sarah... And you used to wear newspapers in your shoes." Bucky said, smiling softly. Steve relaxed, gaze softening.

"You don't read that in a magazine."

"Just like that we're supposed to be cool?" Sam asked, giving Steve a slightly wide eyed look.

"What did I do?" Bucky asked, looking between you, Steve, and Sam.

"Enough." Steve answered. Bucky shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head as he hung his head.

"I knew this would happen.." He whispered. "Everything HYDRA put inside of me is still there. All he had to do was say the god damn words."

"Who was he?"

"I don't know." Bucky answered, though you weren't sure if it was truthful or not. He didn't seem like the type to lie, at least not to Steve.

"People are dead. The guy did all that just to get ten minutes with you." Steve pointed out, watching his old best friend. Bucky looked defeated and confused. "I need you to do better than 'I don't know'."

"He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was captain." Bucky said quietly, gaze flickering around as he tried to remember.

"He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that?" Bucky stayed silent, licking his lips as he stared at the ground. He looked at Steve.

"Cause I'm not the only Winter Solider." He revealed. You looked at Sam in confusion and surprise. Bucky was strong and deadly on his own but a whole army could overthrow governments all over the world.

"That's terrifying." You whispered, leaning against the wall and sliding down so you were sitting down. Steve chose to lean against the wall after letting Bucky's arm free.

"Who are they?" Steve asked as Bucky brushed some hair out of his face.

"Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in HYDRA history and that was before the serum." Bucky responded.

"They all turn out like you?" Sam asked. Bucky looked at him, swallowing.

"Worse."

"The doctor... Did he control them?" Steve tilted his head. Bucky looked down at his lap.

"Enough."

"Said he wanted to see an empire fall." Steve told you and Sam. Bucky looked up at his words.

"These guys could do it. They speak thirty languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate. They could take a whole country down over night and you'd never see them coming."

"Color me impressed." You whispered, playing with the strings of the jacket you were given after getting to Berlin. Sam slowly walked towards Steve.

"This would've been a lot easier a week ago." Sam said quietly, arms crossing. You stood up, dusting off your pants and approaching them.

"If we told Tony-"

"He'd have him locked up." You cut off Steve, glancing back at him.

"Plus, he'd never believe us." Sam added.

"But if he did-"

"It wouldn't matter and who knows if the Accords would let us help him." Sam stared at him. Steve let out a defeated sigh, looking away from you and Sam.

"We're on our own."

"Not completely. Dad would help." You pointed out. Sam nodded, glancing at you.

"And, I know a guy." Sam said with a light shrug. You looked at him with a raised brow.

"You have friends?"

"I said I know him, not that we're friends but to answer your question, yes. I have friends that aren't you. Jealous?"

"Imaginary friends don't count."

~~~~~~~~~~

The drive was silent, Steve and Bucky occasionally reminiscing about the old days.

"On a scale of one to ten, how impressed is Clint gonna be when he sees you?" Sam asked. You smiled, letting out a chuckle as you watched the snowflake float inches above your hand.

"Probably an eleven, but he'll give me the typical dad speech infront of mom." You answered, lightly blowing on the snowflake and watching it disappear. Bucky turned his head to look at you. His muscular figure was semi cramped in the backseat. Steve picked the worst possible car to hijack.

"Hawkeye's your father?"

"Adoptive. He has a tendency of taking care of strays who once tried to take down the team." You told him, giving a small smile. Bucky hummed, nodding.

"Speaking of strays, how are you and Wanda?" Sam asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

"Uhm, good? We're still good friends, even after the kiss." You shrugged lightly.

"Woah, kiss?" Steve repeated, brows raising.

"Yeah, we kissed but it felt.. Weird. There was no spark or overwhelming emotions. The love I have for her is the same love I have for Lila and the boys. She'll always be like a sister to me." You told them, glancing at Bucky. Bucky was still a bit on edge but you could tell he was trying to get adjusted.

"What are your powers?" Bucky asked, attempting to get comfortable in the car.

"I'm like the avatar, I guess."

"Who?" Bucky furrowed his brows. You blinked, lips parting as you stared at him. He was from the 1900s and worked for a criminal organization, obviously he wouldn't know a kids show from the 2000s.

"It's- It's from a show. An avatar is someone who controls all four elements and they basically save the world, I guess." You explained, growing a bit embarrassed at how silly it sounded. Bucky didn't seem to judge, giving a small smile.

"We could watch it together, if you want. It's a nice show." You offered, smiling. Sam raised his brows.

"Wonder what Clint will think about that." He muttered as Steve glanced at you and Bucky through the rearview mirror. You shot Sam a small glare, reaching out and touching the back of his neck with cold fingers. He hissed and leaned forward, pouting as he rubbed his neck.

"Yeah, I'd like that." Bucky said softly, nodding. You looked back at him, a smile appearing on your face. Bucky was incredibly attractive and you couldn't deny having a small growing crush on him but you didn't want to cross a boundary. He was from the 1900s afterall.

"How'd you end up fighting the Avengers?" Bucky asked, focusing all his attention onto you.

"The orphanage I grew up in threatened to kick me out since I had turned 18. I freaked and caused an accidental forest in the orphanage so the team was called." You told him, chuckling softly. Buckys' gaze softened, a hum leaving him.

"You've got some pretty cool powers, doll."

"Doll?" Steve and Sam repeated. A flustered smile appeared on your face, giggling softly. Bucky glanced at the two, wondering if he had crossed a line or said something wrong.

"Thanks." You looked forward, biting back an even bigger smile. You weren't completely sure if he was flirting or not but it was nice to get a compliment from an attractive guy, even if he had almost broken your friends' back an hour before. Steve slowly parked the car, getting out to greet Sharon.

"Could you move the seat up?" Bucky asked Sam, arm moving so it resting ontop of the carseats. His metal fingers lightly brushed against your hair but you weren't bothered by it.

"No." Sam replied. Bucky let out a deep sigh. You bit your bottom lip, looking at him.

"We can switch." You shrugged lightly.

"It's fine-"

"No, you shouldn't be squished back here." You faced him, feeling him gently grab your waist. He was incredibly gentle and cautious, moving you onto his lap briefly before he scooted to the side. You sat behind Sam, lightly kicking the seat. Sam moved it forward ever so slightly. You looked over at Steve and Sharon, blinking when they kissed.

"Oh? When did that happen?" You asked, brows furrowed. You knew there was some attraction between them but you didn't expect them to already be at the kissing stage.

"A while back, I think."

"Huh.." You whispered. Steve returned to the car with Sam's wings and his shield, putting them in the trunk. He drove to an airport parking lot, pulling up beside a van. You smiled widely, quickly getting out when Sam pulled the seat forward.

"Thanks for keeping my kid safe, Cap." Clint said, opening his arms as soon as he spotted you. You happily hugged him, feeling a sense of relief and safety wash over you.

"About time you started causing me trouble." Clint grinned as he pulled back. You noticed Wanda, pulling her into a hug as well.

"Saw it on the news. You okay?" She asked softly. You nodded, pulling back and brushing some of her red hair out of her face.

"Vision let you go easy?" You asked. Wanda shook her head, chuckling softly. Sam approached you, glancing back at Bucky.

"Might want to keep an eye on these two." Sam said, motioning to you and Bucky. Clint stared at him before looking turning to look at you. Wanda tilted her head, looking at you as well.

"You're such a dick." You muttered. You knew Sam was just being protective. He had always seen and treated you like a brother.

"Bad boy and older, huh? God, I hoping you had skipped those phases." Clint sighed heavily. You were partially suprised he hadn't mentioned or pointed out that Bucky was a guy. You hadn't really spoken about sexuality and attraction with him but knowing Clint, he'd be supportive about it.

"Not bad." Wanda said quietly, giggling softly as she smiled. You gave her a playful smile.

"I've got good taste."

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lemon, peppermint, coffee, and black tea with bakugo deku and/or monoma! take care dude ily :D - rei

@amphibianasters i have no self control AGWJEJSN ily too bestie drink some water and get some rest !!

—bakugo

lemon tea (what are mornings like with them?)

mornings with him are quiet and tender. his hair is still sleep-mussed and the bloodlust hasn’t quite set in yet. (/j)

probably more cuddly and affectionate.

when the two of you get up, he makes you breakfast. after you’re done eating, he gets straight to training.

peppermint tea (what do they get excited about?)

if you’re willing to spar with him, it’s always the highlight of his week. the intricate dance of punches and kicks, ending with the winner picking the other up from off the ground.

regardless of if you win or lose, he’ll tend to your cuts and bruises himself every time. he says it’s just because you’re an idiot who will forget, but you don’t miss the small smirk on his face when he says it.

coffee (do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?)

absolutely. he’ll never admit it, but you can tell by the way he acts.

he hovers behind you like a shadow and glares at the person. if it gets bad enough, you’ll hear a few tiny explosions.

please comfort him and kiss his face after, he’s very insecure :(

black tea (what do they look for in a person?)

someone patient. he knows he can be rude and say things he doesn’t really mean. it takes him a while to trust someone with what he believes to be the weaker side of him.

someone strong. he admires strength, and he knows he won’t always be there for you when you need it, even if he wants to be. he believes that each person in a relationship should stand on their own.

—izuku

lemon tea (what are mornings like with them?)

izuku is busy and stressed - the burden of one for all is hard to carry, after all. the mornings with you are always his time to let the stress go.

if it were up to him, he’d never let go of you. when you try to leave, you’ll hear “five more minutes?” instead.

(it’s never only five minutes.)

peppermint tea (what do they get excited about?)

heroes and quirks! he’ll talk to you about heroes and hero society all the time, and wants to learn the ins and outs of your quirk.

in terms of his relationship with you, he gets excited while planning a date. seeing the options and picking out what he’ll think you like can be stressful, but the smile you give him after makes it worth it in the end.

coffee (do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?)

izuku is more often insecure than jealous. he can’t help but compare himself to whoever’s trying to get with you - they’re attractive, he’s average. they’re tall, he’s on the shorter side.

he’s definitely more grabby with you than usual. reaches for your hand or waist, trying to be subtle in the way he shows that you’re his and he’s yours.

comfort him please :((

black tea (what do they look for in a person?)

someone kind. it doesn’t matter if you’re prickly on the outside, either. as long as you’re kind and willing to help him and others, he notices.

someone he can rely on. he’s been burdened with a task and a power that not even the number one hero could handle. it can be too much for him sometimes, and he feels alone more often than not. if you’re there for him to wipe his tears and fight with him, it means the world for him.

—monoma

lemon tea (what are mornings like with them?)

mornings with monoma can go one of two ways.

the first is that you’ll wake up to a mug sitting on your bedside, full of your favorite drink. monoma is sitting next to you, his own mug in hand, rubbing your back gently.

the second is that you wake up to his sleeping body crushing you.

peppermint tea (what do they get excited about?)

he gets excited about gifts - both giving and receiving.

he’ll be shopping and he’ll spot something that he knows you’ll like and throws it into his cart. he gets so excited to see how you’ll respond.

if you surprise him with a present, his entire face lights up. of course, he teases you about how much you must think about him, but his heart pounds inside of his chest louder than a drum could ever be.

coffee (do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?)

he’s the guy who gets jealous when you spend more time with the pet than you do with him.

won’t hesitate to grab you and kiss you in front of the person who makes him jealous.

“i know, they are a beauty, aren’t they? unfortunately for you, they’re mine.”

once the person leaves you alone, his confidence disappears and he clings to your arm with an almost worried look in his eyes.

black tea (what do they look for in a person?)

someone understanding. monoma can be bitter and petty, and he knows that not a lot of people like him. he wants someone who can understand why he feels the way he does and not hate him for it.

someone to cheer him on. during his time in class 1-b, he’s always felt that there was no one to cheer for him the way the public cheered for 1-a. if you can compliment him and make him feel like he can be a hero, he’ll be smitten with you in mere seconds.

[tea prompts]

[thelooniemoonie]

please educate me on frenzy

ho boy, this is gonna be a ride to explain.

Frenzy refers to both the oc/dream entity I've talked about for a long time on this blog, however for simplicity, I'll be referring to the dream entity here.

Frenzy is an odd entity that I've encountered multiple times in my dreams over the course of many years. For a while I didn't even realize it was the same entity, because they have a habit of "disguising" themselves as different people and characters. However if you pay attention to them you'll notice some repeating patterns, such as the fact that no matter what they disguise themselves as, they always have bright red eyes. Red eyes is a big symbol of theirs.

Another feature I've recently noticed is that if their presence is near it manifests in some sort of....red tendrils? Like red roots/vines/mycelium. (Don't ask me what they are, I don't know) However the most notable feature to distinguish Frenzy is that when they are near, they manifest as this certain....emotion, in other people. Like a mania or frenzy (hence the name), something bordering along the lines of bloodlust or ecstasy, and even while writing this now I don't quite know how to describe it, as I've literally never felt the same emotion while awake. The closest comparison I can make is that of something inbetween the effects of The Slaughter and The Corruption from The Magnus Archives. (But yeah, if you couldn't tell from that description alone, Frenzy's presence brings.....bad things.)

They don't talk much, but when they do its...ominous. Like they know something you don't.

As for why they show up so often in my dreams? Frankly I don't know. They've been appearing ever since I was a kid, and at this point I don't know how it started. Did I inadvertently create them or did they exist before all of this? I don't remember anymore.

Oh yeah I also met them one time in a dream and asked them to reveal their "true form" to me, and that was the closest thing to a Lovecraftian description I'll ever experience because I couldn't process it as it was like looking at a moving kaleidoscope of red and tendrils

Here's a drawing lol

(and the size comparison because they were HUGE)

anyway we're besties

[kae-karo]

I'm sending you two of these bc I can so for the ship part of the ask, chiluc please!!!! :D

THANK U EPI i was hoping i might get some ships soon lmao and we all know how much i adore chiluc >:}

when I started shipping it if I did:

i actually saw this post (x) by @samijen (wonderful artist u should all be following them!!) that turned me onto it and then this post (x) which turned me onto childe calling diluc 'firefly' which is now up there as one of my fave hcs lmao. i rb'd the first post from them back in early feb lmaoooo

my thoughts:

love love love it's the enemies to lovers spice but i especially like the flavor of 'one of them is absolutely fascinated with the other, one of them detests the other with a burning passion (literally lmao)'. so much fun to write and work through how exactly they'd ever come to be romantically involved, and they're both individually such complex fun characters to play around with that it makes the whole thing more interesting

What makes me happy about them:

honestly i just love childe being all moon-eyed over diluc, thinking he's the prettiest thing he's seen since the first time he laid eyes on a weapon, fully love at first sight. and i love diluc's begrudging kind of love (hi i'm working on a ch(aeya)luc fic rn so this is something that's been on my mind lmao). like, wanting so badly to detest him only to find the pieces of him that are much softer, much gentler, that are earnest in a way that he can't help but appreciate, that are deeply caring even if the way he expresses it either pisses diluc off or sets him on edge. it's the progress and healing of it, i think?

What makes me sad about them:

they'll never have a canon interaction 😭 nah i mean that's fine lmao but i'd be interested to see how the creators would set that up and/or execute it lmao. but truly what makes me sad, esp right now with the story i'm working on, is that there is probably a grain of self-deprecation that lives inside childe for a very long time - that he is fatui, and diluc will never care for him the way he cares for diluc (if he's self-aware enough for that) or just the painful pining, the knowing that he's...broken, in a sense. that he's not built right, that the abyss messed him up, so maybe diluc is right to hate him, or at least not to love him. and for diluc, it's probably selfish. warring with the idea that he should hate the fatui, especially this one. a harbinger. maybe even hating to see the world in shades of gray, that childe could have bloodlust alongside doting on his siblings. it's definitely an intense process for them to get together no matter which way you slice it

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

i actually don't think i've read chiluc much? so i can't say anything on this front lmao

things I look for in fanfic:

again, haven't read much, but maybe i'll talk abt more just what i like when i'm writing then? i really do like childe being almost a little ignorant in the same way he is in canon? like oh yeah i tried to kill you but we're still besties right? that energy, but directed at diluc. and i like diluc fighting a bit with his feelings, for sure. finding childe annoying definitely lmao

beyond that, i think they're very kaeluc in the sense that they could fall into a super emotionally intense but totally teen-rated sort of fic or go full smut and i'd be happy either way

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

kaeluc and zhongchi!

My happily ever after for them:

diluc has already acquired vigilante status, just needs to drag childe into the mix. i could see a 'offloading my morals to my husband' scenario, where childe accompanies the darknight hero and is just like 'can i murder them, firefly?' 'no murder' 'just a lil scratch, maybe?' '...fine' like that would be some chef's kiss content - mostly cause i think diluc would never be happy trying to fully settle down. he'd have to be actively working to protect people to be happy. and i think childe would get restless as well, though his is more just a bloodthirsty need-to-fight kind of restlessness

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

childe is very often the caretaker in his family so i imagine his default is big spoon, and diluc rarely gets taken care of At All so i'm sure he's startled but begrudgingly agreeable to being the little spoon. that said, there are almost definitely nights where the dynamic is switched, probably bc childe had some kind of abyss-related nightmare or something to that effect

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

sparring for sure. childe keeps diluc on his toes, makes him work to hold onto his skills and improve them, which like...frankly most people can't keep up with him, so it's a refreshing thing for him. and childe is just THRILLED to get to fight, even if he promised no bloodshed. it's a win/win for them both, especially when it ends with one pinned beneath the other and out of breath and- well, you get the idea

send me genshin ships/chars to talk abt or rank!

[illegiblewords]

Explanation of design approach and some personality info under the cut.

Essentially, the way I’ve been approaching this I wanted to make each world feel like a self-contained and cohesive team. Nivienne is actually from Lamia and so isn’t designed to mesh with the others, but I use her a lot and have a design strategy for her so she’s included. For team Famfrit as a whole, I wanted to make sure that each personality and design would feel distinct and that the main color for each character would stand out. Most are also pretty obvious lol--black mage is black, red made is red, white mage is white. Areas I went different are gold dragoon (or aurum dragoon if we’re being fancy), purple scholar, green bard, orange ninja, blue warrior.

CENRIC ASHER

My main and a hyur midlander black mage. With him I wanted to push against the concept that hyurs are inherently vanilla or “boring”. Imo there is nothing wrong with designs that look like they could occur in nature, but with him I wanted to do an edgy personal spin in the classic Final Fantasy black mage look where the character is a dark silhouette with glowing eyes, a high collar, and a broad hat. Sometimes he wears other things too but the overall concept ties to that particular look. In personality Cenric is a pretty angsty guy due to having been a con artist who got a lot of people killed with medical fraud. He lies a lot out of fear of the reaction he’d get if his background was known. Possibly a little nuts, thinks he is the son of Nald’Thal and bound to spread death and destruction wherever he goes--striking enemies and allies alike, regardless of his own wishes. Probably actually just has Duskwight heritage. Has pretty hardcore imposter syndrome about being Warrior of Light, but in partial response to having been destitute and outcast for a long time he tries to play into the persona of a powerful, luxurious, mysterious black mage brimming with forbidden knowledge. In reality he is intimidated by most children, can’t whistle, and is a bit of a smartass when he’s not panicking his way through conversations.

J’MOR TIA

My red mage alt, I wanted to do a few experiments with him! One was that Red Mages usually read very sophisticated and swashbuckle-y to me, and I wanted to play more into the rapier as an almost roguish weapon. Very physical. He’s somebody who you initially would not assume is a magic user but who is just as versed and capable on that front as the ivory tower casters haha. I also wanted to make him a combination of ethnically black (contrasting Cenric who is ethnically Arab but weird) and a male miqo’te because I have never seen that combination before. I wanted him to feel very charming and like he has kind of rugged good looks. Just a bit too scruffy for pretty boy. Personality he is probably the most shonen hero of my alts lol. He has stuff he struggles with (he and his sister both wanted to be adventurers but she opted out after taking things way too far in a fight and getting scared of her own power) but doesn’t get stuck in his head nearly as much as some other characters do.

CESAIRE DELAROUX

I futzed with this guy for a while—main inspiration comes from a particular kind of horse called the Akhal-teke.

Also because I have seen some really cool and pretty elezen that specifically worked to play up gold as a color scheme, and in this case I wanted to evoke a kind of warm, soft golden light. Originally I was going to make him a contrast to Cenric and make him much paler, but I wound up going that route more with Asklona instead with drawing loose inspiration from certain forms of albinism. I went more gold to make sure Cesaire would stand out visually from Asklona. Another reason for this route is because I want to make a character who looks very light and pure, but in practice has hardcore bloodlust. XD Wanted one case for playing into that possible WoL element haha. I also thought it might be neat to make a character who could serve as a kind of foil to Zenos in many ways and might credibly say yes when invited to be besties. Cesaire is still a mostly heroic guy but I figure he’s a bit like Dexter if that makes sense.

KIYO SHIROGANE

An auri white mage from Hingashi! To me it felt a little odd that the Ruby Princess of Sui-no-Sato has more of a magenta color scheme than red. I wanted to tie Kiyo to Kugane specifically in part because I think the parallels between geomancy and white magic (land, sea, sky) are super cool imo, there are a fair number or Raen au ra in Kugane with less lore exploration, and I wanted to make a character whose past trailed behind her in a clear and interesting way while she travels. So for Kiyo I kind of took inspiration from the idea of a red pearl (pearls often being white as per the horns and scales but then she has vivid red hair) and from the idea of blood tied to injury and medicine. Plus ya know, white magic. I also took light inspiration from candles conceptually. I totally forgot that Shirogane is the housing district also lol so now she has backstory lore that her family had been heavily involved in establishing the area. Kiyo comes from a large and noble family with a ton of political and economic influence, being herself somewhat sheltered and naïve. She is very sincere, playful, outgoing, and does her best to be kind. Very animated!

OSK YASKARET

For Osk, I was essentially going (ʘ_ʘ;;) because I knew that I hadn’t used ANY brown hair so far and it was making so uncomfortable lol. So I thought about what combination would be appropriate, distinct, and striking enough to fit within the cast while also being distinct. Gray and brown feel like chinchilla colors to me and I think are nice in a way that wouldn’t be out of place with rabbits/viera. I wanted dark eyes since again, I hadn’t yet for this group... so dark purple wound up being her main color. Since I was going scholar, I also wanted to keep the sense of intellect and feeling like a healer without being mistakable for astrologian or white mage. I still want to build into her look, but another aspect I wanted to incorporate--saw a lot of people arguing about the inherent sensuality of Viera, so I figured for her I wanted to make her look elegant and sophisticated but more conservative in glamours. I didn’t want her to instantly read like she hopped out of the woods either. Figure she’d have had time to adapt since.

I’m still very much debating backstory and personality or her but am leaning toward her being the offspring of a viera who left the woods while pregnant. I like the idea of Osk wanting to connect with her heritage but feeling somewhat adrift. I also want to incorporate Nym lore because omg I want more Nym in-general. Personality I do think Osk is probably a little bit of a smug bunny but things remain super tenuous.

ASKLONA WANNEYNWYN

Asklona I literally wanted to make a super soft feeling, hyper feminine lady roegadyn because most interpretations I’ve seen have been either harder feminine or tomboyish. Still fun imo, but given the grief some fans heap on femroes I really wanted to show that this kind of look is doable. I usually try to incorporate the black noses on Hellsguard designs (tiger roooooes) while with Seawolves I tend to push either fully into something natural or fully into something unnatural. So ex. the most desaturated option or else just run with blues and greens. Asklona is specifically a bard because it is pretty and fancy imo and I haven’t seen a lot of roegadyn bards in-general. Asklona I mentioned before is modeled off of certain kinds of albinism, but by that I want to make the disclaimer that pink eyes don’t generally occur in people (pale blue or violet is more likely) and that normally there are some eyesight problems that come with the condition as well as ease of getting sunburn. I don’t necessary play into that with Asklona/am going artistic license because I mean final fantasy we can lift swords bigger than we are. I know these things get overlooked a lot though so it seemed worth specifying. My choice to go this route was because I wanted to make myself use more pastels lol and I figured this would be a fun spot to contrast Cenric. I think in backstory Asklona’s father lost his mind to a siren, and Asklona pursuing adventuring as a bard is partly to take revenge and partly in the hopes that she can call her father back with song. Her involvement becomes more complicated over time but I think that’s the general direction. I picked green for her color scheme because it’s a color that feels like it evokes both the woods of Gridania and the sea itself... and because pink is a shade of red and with green being complementary, I figured it would make the pinks stand out a lot. Asklona is tied to Limsa Lominsa and besides looking for outfits that will flatter her body type I am trying to evoke the ocean in her designs. Pirates, sailors, the works. Personality I am still figuring out a bit but I think Asklona is definitely a shameless flirt, can read as insensitive and self-centered at times as she indulges in what makes her happy. She plays herself off as much more shallow than she is and in-general focuses on pursuing pleasure as a way of avoiding heavier issues.

KOKONO KONO

The scrappy daughter of a Doman fox auspice and a Thavnairian lalafell, Kokono saw her mother waste away with homesickness after fleeing the Garlean occupation. She has two brothers, one who returned to Doma while the other remains in Thavnair witht her father. Kokono hates the idea of loving a place so much you would die over it and decided to travel Hydaelyn, causing mischief while indulging a deep-rooted curiosity and love for discovering new places. Has severe commitment issues. Can be prone to swearing and being insensitive because the shocked reactions amuse her a lot, but her heart is ultimately in the right place. I designed her literally to make a lalafell fox because with the dark nose option + werewolf ears it is SO EASY to make tiny canines and I don’t understand why more people don’t do this. Like I could make an elegant white fox lalafell or a yorkshire terrier lalafell or any number of things. We can have itty bitty dogs! And like Kiyo I wanted some background to be evident in her clothes too. I designed her before I picked her backstory and mainly went for rule-of-cute/what would most evoke the red coat of a fox.

SVATOMIR AZORYA

Last of team Famfrit, he’s a Warrior Hrothgar. Very conceptually rough, I’m interested in playing him much more reserved and traditionally masculine in a lot of ways. I think a character in that vein will help balance out against the other Warriors of Light I made for that world. Design goal here was to make him look as wolf-like as possible haha. I think we have plenty of cat people already with Miqo’te.

NIVIENNE LECLAIR

From Lamia, I’ve talked a bit about her before so copypasting that in.

Basically, when I decided to try doing the whole WoL/Emet-Selch fic writing misadventure it was just a personal challenge for funsies. I’d seen other people do some really interesting and impressive stuff using unnamed lady WoLs. Hadn’t really tried something like that myself so I decided to go full improv with it.

Except my instincts tend toward specificity lol, so I scattered details according to what would make for fun scenarios or cute details. I wanted the lady to be a certain level of tall so I went with elezen. I needed to describe a readily portable weapon that would mesh with that sweet, sweet Amaurotine lore, so I made her a summoner. So on and so forth. Very seat-of-the-pants.

Particularly since the fic I have coming up is gonna be bigger, I’m thinking name is okay now lol.

Cenric as my black mage main is a dark, broody guy who doesn’t quite realize he’s nicer and sillier that he gives himself credit. So I decided Nivienne should be much more socially adept (read: not a lameass poser), very mischievous, confident… but lowkey has some heavy shit going on. Girl can be ruthlessly manipulative. Other WoLs of mine have different personalities.

As I was going through fic stuff, I decided I wanted to visually tie to and contrast with Emet-Selch since shipping. He’s got gold eyes and accents on his regalia? She’ll go silver, but her skin will have a more golden tone. He’s got dark hair with a white streak? She’ll have light gray hair, tie into the ruff of his coat. So on and so forth.

Name-wise, I actually fucked up initially by going too on-the-nose. Nivienne is another (more elezen-French) name for Nimue. Given how that story goes I figured it would be fitting here.

As a couple of other notes--color scheme being gray was experimenting to try for a different-but-distinct summoner aesthetic. I wanted to play up horns/third eye concepts (not strictly in the Garlean sense) and create a vibe that wouldn’t feel like white mage, or red mage, or black mage, etc. I also saw people arguing that female casters all end up looking like magical girls, so I wanted to really make sure that she had a different look from that while still being very feminine.

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Day 9 (December 9th) – “Snow Ball” Fight

(Okay, so I took some liberties with the prompt…)

It had started off so well, too, Alya thought regretfully. She and the girls had had a fool-proof plan. Use Chloé’s “Snow Ball” to get Adrien and Marinette together. Don’t tell Marinette he was coming, so she wouldn’t have time to panic. Use dancing and the snack bar to move them closer together, and then, oops! Push them under the mistletoe together! Badda-bing badda-boom, the lovebirds start kissing and realize how right they are for each other!

Simple, right?

Well, not really, but she thought she’d covered all the bases.

She’d gotten Nino to convince Adrien to tell everyone he wouldn’t be able to make it, and then they’d smuggle themselves in, incognito. (The poor, sweet, sunshine boy thought he was hiding from his father, not everyone else.) Rose and Juleka would hang out at the buffet table, making sure the mistletoe remained open and available as soon as they needed it. Myléne and Ivan would dance nearby, keeping an eye on Marinette and blocking the door so the girl couldn’t bolt as soon as she got a glimpse of the love of her life.

Alya should’ve known they were screwed the moment Alix volunteered to distract Chloé….

“Wow, it’s so beautiful!” Marinette exclaimed, as soon as they entered the Snow Ball. Alya had to agree. The Bourgeois family had gone all-out on decorations. Glittering crystals in the shape of snowflakes hung everywhere from the ceiling, and the gold and red motif of the Grand Paris Hotel’s lobby had been replaced with silver and white, edged in blue and covered in glitter.

“You can really tell Audrey was involved,” Alya commented.

“Glitter everywhere,” Marinette agreed. They shared a giggle.

Then Alya caught sight of Chloé, and immediately understood the need for all the extravagance. The gold princess ballgown the blonde was wearing would look out of place at any other party.

“Wow,” was all she could say. Marinette caught sight of where she was looking and nudged her best friend.

“It’s not so bad,” she said. “It kinda reminds me of Belle from ‘Beauty and the Beast.’”

“If you say so,” Alya said doubtfully. Personally, she thought Marinette looked a thousand times better. Her light pink dress suited her perfectly (of course, it was a Marinette Original, so no one was surprised) and was more graceful and flowy than… poofy.

“Hey, Marinette!” Kim said, coming over to them. “Would you like to dance?”

Alya panicked. This wasn’t in the plan!!

“NO! I mean—umm, we were just heading over to the buffet table, right, Marinette?” she said, trying to tug her friend away.

“It’s okay, Alya. I’m not hungry yet anyway,” Marinette said, blissfully unaware of Alya’s internal screaming. She took Kim’s hand and smiled at her bestie. “Why don’t you go ahead without me? I think I see Nino over there.”

Kim twirled her away and Alya turned towards the buffet table. Sure enough, her boyfriend was already here, right beside a blond in a top hat and a masquerade mask.

Really, Nino? That was the best you could do?

Nino caught her gaze and gave a helpless shrug. Not his fault then. Alya sighed. Adrien could be such a dork sometimes. And now Kim had Marinette practically on the other side of the room, both of them laughing as they twirled around carelessly.

Alya sternly resisted the urge to scream. Why did her plans keep getting derailed?!

“What the heck, Alya?” Alix hissed, coming up beside her. “I’ve had to talk Miss Lemon Cupcake for ten minutes now! Do you have any idea how self-absorbed she is?! Where were you guys?? Where’s Marinette??”

“We got held up with last-minute fixes,” Alya admitted glumly. “And M got stolen by Kim as soon as we walked in the door.” She waved in their general direction. Alix narrowed her eyes.

“That big lug. This calls for drastic measures.”

And then she was off. Alya blinked. Was she wearing roller blades under her dress? Typical Alix. Oh well, time to meet up with the other girls and formulate a new plan—

“HEY, KIM! CATCH!!”

Alya stared in horror as Alix lobbed something from the buffet table right at Kim. It was some kind of marshmallow dessert, meant to imitate snowballs, but it came apart midair. Kim, realizing that there was no way he could catch it all, grabbed Marinette and used her like a shield.

Alya gasped in horror as Marinette spattered in marshmallow crème. Oh no! Her new dress! Any moment now, Marinette would burst into tears and run out of here, sobbing! She’d be akumatized! Alya had to—

Marinette’s eyes narrowed. Slowly, carefully, she scooped the worst of the mess off her dress, studying it in her hand for a moment…

Before turning and smashing it in Kim’s face.

Kim sputtered and flailed around as he wiped it off, laughing. “Okay, yeah, I deserved that!” he said.

But Marinette was already moving, headed straight for the buffet table, and Alix.

“In my defense,” Alix said, holding up her hands and slowly backing away, “I didn’t mean to hit you—” She was cut when a fresh handful of the marshmallow crème was flung in her face. She glared at the class president and wiped it off.

“Oh, it’s on.”

“Now see here—!” Chloé snarled, coming up behind them. Marinette ducked Alix’s next attack just in time, and Chloé went down, covered in crème.

“FOOD FIGHT!!!” Ivan yelled, gleefully lobbing a pudding at the nearest person.

And the party devolved into a free-for-all.

And, to her horror, Alya watched as Adrien approached Marinette, still incognito. He was frowning, probably mad that she was spoiling his best friend’s party.

Sure enough, his voice was reproachful.

“Hey, I don’t think this is—”

Marinette, in the midst of her battle-induced bloodlust, threw a scoop of marshmallow crème right at him, knocking off his hat. Adrien stood there, dumbfounded, and then slowly took off his now-crème-covered mask.

Maarinette paled. “ADRIEN??”

He stared back at her, his gaze calculating. “So, you wanna play, huh?”

“I—I—I’m sorry!” Marinette stammered. “I didn’t know it was you! I didn’t—”

She was cut off by a chocolate pie to the face.

Adrien licked his fingers. “Now you just need a cherry on top, princess,” he said, grinning at her cheekily.

Marinette glared at him and wiped the worst of it off.

“You’re dead to me, Agreste,” she growled.

“Strong words from a chocolate mousse.”

What happened next could only be described as a lovers’ quarrel. Alya had never seen somebody throw so accurately as Adrien did while diving, and Marinette quickly made an ingenious shield with an empty platter as she continued to barrage the love of her life with various food items.

In fact, Alya would’ve recorded it all to show to their future children someday, but Nino came up and lovingly smushed a banana crème pie into her hair, so she had to go introduce him to the pudding.

...WaRC

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Things I’m working on

Bloodlust is actively being written and part 3 will hopefully be up sometime in the next day or so!!! (I’m so sorry @tatertot1097)

Rowena x Sam - Rowena and Sam play around with a little sex magic. (will post on November 15th) requested by anon POSTED ALREADY

Dean x Max Banes - this will be an angsty heartbreaker when Dean discovers what Max did with his sister (will post on November 16th) requested by @adoptdontshoppets POSTED ALREADY

Sam x Reader - a “who will she pick” type story, as she has feelings for both. She is reckless, still very sassy and impulsive. (kinda like a certain Winchester we all know). Dean worries about that. Just a little bit. (will post on November 17th) requested by @ronja-uebrick POSTED ALREADY

Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader - a flangsty love triangle one-shot. Oh yeah, and the reader is a powerful witch. And uh…a WoL, too. requested by @witch-of-letters (great details, btw, I’m gonna love writing this one)

Destiel x Reader angsty one shot - reader doesn’t know that Dean and Cas are a thing. She finds out and feels embarrassed but Dean and Cas don’t mind, in fact…requested by @jessyackles

Sam X Dean - emotional wincest. It won’t be angsty this time. One of the boys gets severely hurt on a hunt and the other takes care of him. No deaths, everyone will be ok, this is gonna be about the emotional healing journey requested by @adoptdontshoppets

Dean x Cas - a first time one-shot. All kinds of heart eyes and snuggles. Sam makes an appearance, but yeah, he doesn’t stick around. requested by anon

Dean x Sam x Jack x Cas - NO, NOT THAT. - A Thanksgiving event with Team Free Will 2.0 - not a request, but one just from me to you guys…

Sam angst - Sam’s eating disorder becomes apparent after the events of Thanksgiving. (Jack, Cas, Dean are supportive). Sam struggles. (and for @sammyimpala-67 and @charliebradbury1104, no one will die. Probably. requested by anon

Untitled - A special kind of reader insert (with both Sam and Dean and the bunker) - two girls in the real world, who love Jared and Jensen, who dabble in magic they shouldn’t, find themselves in the Supernatural world. They meet Sam and Dean at the bunker (a la French Mistake) misunderstandings, mistaken identity, temporary imprisonment, home-cooked meals, use of the bunker gym and shooting range, movies, Jared (wait, no, Sam...) gets handsy, Jensen (um I mean Dean) finds use for that blindfold he’s been holding on to. This is a work of love dedicated to one of my besties on here, @charliebradbury1104. I miss you Liz, I wish you could come over today...This fic will be longer and you’ll have to wait for it. Plans to post this on January 1st

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Bloodlust Pt.1- Vampire!Crowley

Pairing: Crowley x Reader :)

Word Count: 3,819

A/N: Sorry this part is so long. My muse just kept going. I did this for a ton of challenges. This was written for @spnfanficpond’s writing challenge with the prompt, “Not everybody is out to kill you.” “Says the guy who kidnapped me!” This was also written for Miami’s Gods and Monsters challenge, @moonlitskinwalker. Happy b-day hun, hope you like the story. The prompt was Vampire Crowley and “Here I was thinking you were just a pretty face.” This was also written for @supernaturalpromptchallenge with the prompt, curse. This was also written for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s Angels' 750 Follower Celebration Challenge with the prompt, “I’m all about the service darlin’.”- Sons of Anarchy. I bolded the prompts used. Angst and fluff with smut in part 2. Enjoy.:)  Also on AO3    Part 2

Crowley closed his eyes against the screams.  His previous victims haunted his mind. Their faces, their screams, their pleas for mercy. It was too much. Some days it’s harder than others. He really didn’t want to be a monster anymore but the bloodlust was so strong. He was craving blood every second of the day. His hands shook as he grabbed his coffee mug. He was weak without the blood but he refused to be a monster. One week sober from blood, he should get a medal. He could get by with just a taste here and there but the memories never left him. It would be so easy to just drain any of the women in the club, sink his teeth in and close his eyes as the memories, the pain, the knowledge of the evil he is all go away with the high. In those moments, nothing mattered as pleasure and power just coursed through his body. But he was tired of that life. Tired of hiding behind the blood. He wanted to be better, to show his mother that he didn’t deserve this curse. That he could be a man worthy of love for a woman. The only question was whether he fully believed it himself. He had spent hundreds of years of solitude never thinking he had anything to offer except death.

Your friends nearly pulled you through the doors of “Hell”. You’d never been to a strip club before and with a name like Hell you understandably felt a little hesitant. Not to mention that you were wearing a gorgeous black lace and silk dress. A bit too fashionable for a strip club. But you preferred to look your best no matter what. Clubwear wasn’t your cup of tea. Your friends figured since you were all single, you’d have some fun with hot guys as you watched them take their clothes off. You were more of a relationship kinda gal so it was awkward for you to objectify men like that. But you didn’t feel like having a philosophical discussion about men and relationship with your friends. What you wouldn’t do for friendship. All eyes were on you naturally. You stuck out like a sore thumb, your innocence obvious due to the blush on your face. You looked down at the floor as your friends picked a seat close to the stage. You ignored everyone’s eyes. Had you looked up, you would have seen a club full of hungry black eyes staring at you, warning you of the kinds of employees here. You groaned internally at being this close to the stage but put on a smile on for your friends.

The second that you entered the club Crowley’s eyes glowing red, the vampire curse flowing through him. Crowley was the first vampire ever in existence, turned by a curse, hence the red eyes. His employees, all whom he sired, had black eyes. Crowley sniffed the air and smelled you even from all the way over there. You smelled like freesia and beach. It was such a comforting, beautiful smell. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He knew right then and there that you were meant for him. He had heard that vampire had mates but he was sure after all the things he’d done, he would never get one. Screams of his victims echoed in his head, the blood pumping through him. He could feel the hunger growing.

“Drink her like you did all of us. Let her make you feel better. It’s been a week but you can’t stay away. Feed on her. Kill her.”

The voices were merciless today. He growled loudly as he fought to gain control over himself. He hoped that you would be the one to save him from this hell.

His bestie Dean knocked on his office door. Crowley ushered him in. Dean looked at his master. He looked wrecked and tired and his eyes were still glowing red.

“Are you okay, boss? I heard you growl from backstage and wanted to check.”

“Such a good friend Dean. I- I’m having a bad day.”

Dean knew exactly what Crowley meant. He offered his arm to him but Crowley waved him off. Smiling back at him fondly. Crowley grabbed his hand.

“I’ll be fine, Dean. I’m several hundred years old. One bad day is not going to get me down. I just think I found my mate in this club. She brought on the bloodlust. I’ll be fine, trust me.”

Dean looked unsure but nodded and left the boss to his thoughts.

The second Dean left, Crowley’s attention turned to you. His eyes looked you up and down groaning when he saw how the dress hugged all your curves deliciously. His tongue darted out as he licked his lips. He inched out of his office not wanting to be too obvious. He moved off to the side of the stage across from you with two tables between you. A waitress immediately came over to him, curtseying. He ordered Craig and within a minute the waitress gave him his drink. His eyes never left yours. He took in your blush, your discomfort at being here, the warm smile that lit your face and your sparkling eyes. He closed his eyes and replaced the haunting memories with those of you smiling. He imagined it was because of him. Slowly he opened his eyes looking at the stage.

“Welcome to Hell, ladies. My name is Brady, I do hope you stay awhile. We have the finest examples of men you have ever seen but careful, they do bite though not hard. For your viewing pleasure, I’d like to introduce you to the famous Winchester brothers, Dean and Sam. Enjoy.”

Your mouth hung open when you saw them come out. They were beyond gorgeous and their eyes were black, black as sin itself. That had to be an effect of the lights right? Dean was eye fucking you as he rode up and down the pole. He tore off his shirt and you sighed. Sam did the same thing and you gripped the chair. Both brothers had six packs and deliciously prominent muscles. Imagine the power in their arms. The power their thrusts would deliver. Fuck. OK, so you started to see the appeal of strip clubs. Their smiles got hungrier as they stared at you and your friends. Dean winked at you and Sam gave you such an intense look, you thought he’d throw you against the wall and fuck you right then and there. You were like a deer in the headlights.  You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. You gulped loudly still clutching the table in front of you. It was all too much. Weren’t they just supposed to dance? And not eye fuck you? Your friends encouraged them and started screaming and asking them to come over. You had a bad feeling with the looks you were getting.

Crowley was not happy with the way his boys were looking at you. He saw Dean smell the air. He was smelling you. You were Crowley’s, not Dean’s. He should have told Dean you were his when he showed up in his office but Crowley never thought he’d like you, too. Dean was dangerous, he had no self-control even in all the years Crowley had tried to teach him it. Dean was all impulse. He might very well kill you trying to turn you and Sam was no better. He could smell your fear. You were a smart girl to be afraid. He also smelled your arousal, which he was none too happy about. He would have to protect you from them and this world. But you were normal, human. You knew nothing about monsters. You blushed coming in here. He had to tread carefully with you. He wasn’t losing his only chance at a normal life, at love because he went too fast. He would prove his mother wrong with how much he could love you and maybe she would turn him back and he could love you properly and if not, then he would cherish eternity with you. A part of him knew that everything he touched, everything he did, turned into something horrible and it would be better to erase your memory and send you off … but he couldn’t do that. He needed you even if it damned you both.

The second Dean and Sam were finished with their number they leapt off the stage to your table. Dean’s eyes bored down on you with Sam at his side smirking.

“Look at the scared little mouse. Don’t worry honey I won’t harm you. Come in the back and I’ll give you a private dance. I’m all about the service, darlin’.”

His warm breath ghosted on your chest as he lowered his face to yours, his arms on the back of the chair. Crowley came up to you both flashing red eyes and instantly Dean backed off choosing your friend instead.  

“That woman is my mate!”

Dean and Sam’s eyes went wide. Dean looked down and gulped. Sam stared at you.

“Forgive me sir. I didn’t know,” Dean said telepathically.

“Now you do,” Crowley growled.

Dean and Sam bowed their heads respectfully to Crowley. Your friends were all too happy to go in the back with Sam and Dean. Everyone loved the Winchesters except you. There was something off about them, about this whole place. Your friends were beyond excited, willingly accompanying the boys through the velvet ropes. You tried to tell them you were concerned but they were hearing none of it. Dean was disappointed he wouldn’t get to taste you but he knew better than to get in bad with the boss. Mates were rare, He was happy his boss finally found his even if he really wished you could be his. Dean walked off holding your bestie’s hand.

“Don’t you dare kill them, Dean. Drink them a little, tease them, sure, but don’t kill them like last night. Make sure you bring them home none the wiser. I’m serious, Dean!”

Dean was planning to have a little more fun than just a quick bite and a tease.

“I’m your sire. You will obey me, boy.”

Dean’s eyes flashed black with anger at being spoken to in this way.

“Fine,” he grumbled

Now that he knew your friends would be safe, his attention turned back to you. Surprisingly he saw you bolt out of the chair and glare at him. You kept a fighting stance unsure of what was going on here but ready for a fight.

“I have no idea what kind of club this is but I’m done. I’m waiting for my friends in the coffee shop across the street. And I didn’t need saving. I wasn’t going anywhere with that man. I could have taken him.”

Crowley’s eyebrows went up. The scared dove was actually a firecracker. He smiled at you sizing you up.

“I see. Well, as the owner of Hell. I do humbly apologize for anything my boys did. They can be quite intense but I assure you, you are quite safe to wait here. I will personally make sure that no one bothers you, honey.”

“Y/N.”

“Excuse me, dear?”

“My name. You can call me that as opposed to honey. You have to earn that term.”

Crowley smirked back at you.

“Crowley.”

“Well, Crowley, thank you for the apology but I don’t know you and I have no idea whether I’m safer with you or outside in a café. What do you think? Well, lit-café or seedy club?”

“My club is not seedy.”

“Aren’t all strip clubs seedy?”

“It’s late, dear, and it’s dark. Let me walk you over to the -.”

“I like you, Crowley. I really do. If we’d met somewhere else aside from here I’d be all over you. Older, suave, sassy, protective. You’re catnip to me. Totally my type but if you’ll excuse me, I really do need caffeine, so -.”

Crowley froze. You admitted liking him but didn’t like his occupation. He was a vampire, not really a club owner. This was all just a cover. Would that change anything? He didn’t really want to let you go. He had a lot of enemies and it was late. To get across the street, you’d have to walk in the alleyway. A lot of things happened in that alleyway but if he said no now, he would seem like a major creep.  And you would be afraid of him or fight him. He would lose you for sure. But you may get attacked if he let you go. Swallowing he looked into your eyes seeing the same steely determination he usually had. He stepped back reluctantly and let you leave.

“Watch her. Stay by her, that’s an order”, he telepathically told his vampire bouncers. They nodded.

“I could walk with you,” he pleaded from behind you.

You smiled before turning around. “Insistent, aren’t you? I’ll see you soon enough when I pick up my friends. And I think an establishment needs the owner present during business hours. Don’t cha think?”

He smiled at your sassiness. He loved your fierceness and your ability to sass him every minute. You were catnip to him. You pulled up the collar on your coat, the wind whipping your hair. You walked fast not liking the alleyway, not liking the whole night really except for Crowley. You were brought here by your friends and they ditched you for men. “Great girls’ night out, “ you muttered under your breath. You felt eyes on you but ignored it, nearly running to the crosswalk but you didn’t make it. A figure emerged from the shadows waving his hand and pinning you to the wall.

“Well. Well, what do we have here?”

Lucifer smelled your neck before licking it and then cautiously biting you. You screamed trying desperately to move. One of the bouncers was held back by Lucifer, the other exploded with a snap of his fingers. This was exactly what Crowley was afraid of. Lucifer’s eyes turned red with bloodlust as he started back at you.

“And here I was thinking it would be a boring night. No wonder Crowley nearly begged you to let him escort you. You smell delicious and look fantastic. I can’t wait to feel you. You will make a gorgeous little trophy wife.”

In a blink of an eye, he cut his wrist and forced it against your lips. His eyes glowed as his influence took over forcing you to drink. You tried harder to move. Crowley dove down from the rooftops falling on Lucifer. The hold he had on you faltered.

“Ouch. That hurt. You’ve come to save your mate. How cute but your weak, old man. You haven’t feed in a week. You really think you can defeat me? With what steely determination? How chilling!”

Crowley growled fiercely. His eyes glowing red and his fangs descended. Your breathing was slower, you felt dizzy and slowly lifted your hand to your neck noticing blood on it. You wiped your lips and saw more blood, his blood. You tried to throw it all up but nothing came out. You started to panic. Crowley knew he needed to get you to safety and now.  Lucifer pushed him off.

“You’re always taking all the good things for yourself. You have the club and such a clever little way to get blood and what do I have? I have to survive on scraps? No, I don’t think so. This one’s mine. Oh, spoiler alert, she already drank my blood. Whoops.”

Lucifer laughed maniacally as he looked at Crowley’s tortured face. Your vision was getting spotty but you saw them both with red eyes. You looked back at your hand; your head was bobbing from side to side. Your eyes suddenly becoming very heavy. Crowley mind-melded with Dean who instantly saw what was happening. He lifted his head from your friend’s neck putting everyone to sleep and locking the door. He grabbed Sam and they ran out of the club. Crowley was out of practice fighting or rather he didn’t wish to access that part of himself. That darkness was difficult to shut down if he opened it. He tried his best but Lucifer was gaining the upper-hand until Dean came up behind him and jammed a wooden stake in his heart.

“You should really pay attention to your surroundings, Lucifer, and less on winning,” Dean said as he twisted the stake in Lucifer’s heart.

Lucifer whirled around in a fury ready to kill Dean when he suddenly crumbled bit by bit screaming, leaving only ashes in his place. You were finding it hard to breathe, not really sure what you were seeing. Sam ran over to you holding your head up and looked into your eyes. His eyes held only concern for you and no malice or lust as before. He gently placed you against the wall looking down at your neck. He looked back at Crowley who ran over. Sam held your neck up while Crowley licked the wound sucking out some of Lucifer’s claim on you. The wound closed and you collapsed in their arms. Sam carefully placed you in Crowley’s arms.

“Thank you both.”

“Anytime, Crowley.” Sam offered.

“You care for her, don’t you.”

Crowley doesn’t say anything. He just looks down at you smiling.

“It’s about time, Crowley, “ Dean says smirking as he and Sam go back into the club.

“We’ll take her friends back. Have a good night, boss,“ Sam added.

Crowley kisses your forehead as he teleports back to his mansion, carefully placing you on the bed. He didn’t want any of this. This was why he should have just left you alone but he couldn’t. You were hurt because of him. What was he going to say when you woke up? And would you see the man behind the monster?

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You groaned feeling very soft sheets under you. Your arms shot out and you stretched, arching your back. Slowly you opened your eyes and were met with the worried eyes of Crowley. You were confused about how you got here and then you remembered the attack. He wasn’t human and now you were in his lair. Crowley felt your fear and sighed deeply.

“Not everybody is out to kill you.”

“Says the guy who kidnapped me!”

“You would have preferred that I left you there in the alleyway?”

“You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”

“Here I was thinking you were just a pretty face.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Let’s cut the bs here. You, Dean and Sam, are all vampires and you saved me from another one.”

“Yes, actually I told you not to go but you had to have your cup of coffee.”

“How male of you. Blaming the woman for getting attacked.  How about you for making such messed up enemies. What kind of person knows someone like that? And why didn’t you say -.”

“I’m a vampire who is completely in love with you at first sight and I want to keep you safe, so stop being stubborn. My enemy is outside so stay here and be my mate.”

You blinked back at him.

“Yeah, I don’t think that would have worked.”

“You’re in love with me?”

“You’re my mate. I am positive about that. You smell like heaven to me. I know it’s a lot to take in. Vampires exist and we have mates. Want me to prove it to you?”

“Can you?”

“Yes, I can.

You moved closer to the headboard groaning a bit. Crowley was at your side in a second holding you down.

“Lucifer is very powerful and I’m afraid he bonded with you before I could stop him. I couldn’t fully sever the bond. Your body needs rest. Don’t move one bit. I will take care of you. May I touch you?”

You were taken back by his question. He had saved your life after all and now he was asking if it was okay to touch you? You were still frightened by what vampires were capable of. You saw Lucifer blow someone up before your very eyes. And to think you were bonded to him now. You wanted more than anything to be at home and for all of this to be just a bad dream. But it wasn’t and Crowley saved you. You felt safe with him even if he was a vampire. He smiled down at you as he gingerly took your hand in his. His touch was so gentle, you sighed at the feeling of his flesh on yours. Crowley closed his eyes and spoke to you in his mind.

“You are my true mate, you will be able to see the things I’ve done but I caution you, I’ve done bad things. I have been a monster but I hope maybe I don’t have to be anymore. I want to change and become a better man. I want you to know who I am.”

You gulped when you looked into his eyes seeing such love there. You closed your eyes as you suddenly saw everything that he had done. You saw his victims and his own mother cursing him. He wasn’t lying when he said he was a monster. You felt his loneliness and pain. You felt his struggle with his bloodlust. Then you saw today from his eyes, felt his feeling for you, felt his connection to you and you knew you were really safe. You squeezed his hand and gestured to the bed. Crowley walked around the bed, careful to not come too close. You moved over a tad to give him more room, groaning again. His eyes flashed red before turning to you.

“The only real way to sever the bond is -.”

“To mate with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Crowley smiled back at you and shook his head.

“There is nothing I want more than to claim you and keep you safe but you need to be sure. There is no going back after this. I don’t think you can make a decision that will affect the rest of your life in two hours. Rest here. I will come back in the morning and if you still want to mate with me then, I will do so.”

You smiled back at him.

“How gentlemanly of you.”

He kissed the back of your head and teleported to the vampire council meeting.  He felt you fall asleep and knew that you were safe there. His bodyguards and the warding wouldn’t let anyone in to cause you any harm. He sat on his throne as the vampires told him the issues of the day.

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AUgust 24 - Gangs

Title: NEW BOOKS BURNING

Fandoms: Arthurian Mythos, Robin Hood, Alice In Wonderland (mentioned)

Guin/Lance/Arthur, Marian/Robin

Honestly this all started because I headcanon both Guinevere and Maid Marian as Tall Strong Badass redheads who enjoy shooting bows, and then it spiraled out of control. Enjoy!!!

Everyone who was anyone in the streets of New Books knew that you didn't mess with Sherwood or Camelot. Especially not in an attempt to start a gang war between them.

And extra especially not trying to start that war by leaving a crippled Sherwood kid half-dead with forged Camelot signs on him.

Cause see, something that no one outside of the actual members of those families (and even then only the higher-ups) knows is that Marian and Guinevere are sisters. Not just in the "besties 5 ever teehee" way, but are actual blood-related siblings. Twins. Identical if you don't know any better, can't see that Guin's eyes are greener, or that Marian has more freckles on her body.

So when Marian's 13-year-old turns up with an Excalibur carved in his chest, you just have two furious, hellfire-and-bloodlust mothers ready to burn the entire world to find out who's done this, and profaned their families.

You better hope that you're just hearing through a grapevine three miles down south, or you're dead before you can even think about why the two "rivals" are always on the opposite corners from each other, but never start anything, or why the spaces between territories are considered a neutral zone and not no-man's-land.

There was hell to pay, and every other under-world land of suffering, and New Books had never been more united than in the anger and fury of the following days.

The family of the damn fools who had committed the atrocity were left only cremated remains, if only to spare them from having to identify bodies based on what little was left when Arthur and Lancelot and Robin finally tore their wives away from the carnage.

The heads of the family had no idea what had happened, they claimed, but they were on thin damn ice for decades after. Some of them just left town all together.

Rival doesn't always mean enemy. Pays dividends to pick that quick up in a place like Books, or you suffer through learning the hard way.

The kid ended up being okay for the most part. Won gold in four paralympic events when he was older. Everyone cheered, and somehow no one bothered mentioning that the heads of three different families (one of the kids from Hightopp-Under was engaged to our Sherwood boy) were there together in one vacay-home for the whole time and yet not one drop of blood was spilt intentionally (drops of blood spilt after a violently competitive game of uno never count).

Marian and Guin remained twins, and best friends, and would privately admit the incident had only strengthened the family ties, though both wished it hadn't ever happened.

Robin, Lance, and Arthur still keep a weekly appointment to take some of the underprivileged kiddos out bowling, and their heirs have started a bunch of tutoring programs, to no one's surprise that knows them at all.

But everyone still remembers the months that New Books Burned.