#and also i like the cold blooded staff lol

[persephoneggsy]

look, i know why the statue they put up of Hawke after defeating the Arishok is just a generic city guardsman with a flaming sword, but also, like......... how much cooler would this statue have been

#my art #marian hawke #i wanted to draw my act 2 outfit for marian since i always draw her in her act 3 clothes #'kirkwall wouldn't put up a statue of a mage holding a staff' yeah but it would look rad wouldn't it #and also i like the cold blooded staff lol #even though in my headcanon she uses a staff with a bladed end so she can cut the arishok's throat <3

[vintagemulti]

shards and splinters

parings: marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader

desc: apparently what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. now you’ve died and returned alive, perhaps it’s time to test that theory; or risk losing your life once and for all.

warnings: blood, angst, swearing, fighting, guns and gun violence, death descriptions, long as fuck, sex mentions i guess(? if you squint), hurt/comfort, gory i guess (jake🤷🏻‍♀️) writers note: idk how accurate these are bc i’ve been writing this on and off for years but cover all bases i guess xx

a/n: psa to pls reblog anyway she’s BAAAAAACKKK did you miss me ?? i missed youse … if there’s even a moonknight fandom anymore 🫣 i’m so sorry for the 2 years gone from the face of tumblr, i’ve quite honestly had two years from hell and insane writers block so. can anyone even remember this series?? idk maybe you should all reread the first parts 👀👀 anyways. there’ll be one more part to this (will it come this year? next? 2026? who knows…) bc i HATED my original ending and just had to change it. also sorry if this feels rushed or like it jumps around a lot, it’s been written over YEARS, but i’ve tried my best for continuity. also, i know there’s a lot missing in like fight scenes but they are BORING and i hate writing em so i’m not doing it. tried, got half way thru then didn’t touch this for 7 months so.. it’s no fight scene or no part at all. but my last part is pretty much done so hopefully it’ll be posted soon! ill let youse savour this for a while tho lol. on a real note thank you all SO much for all the love, even two years later. it means the world. all my love, all the time x

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the air felt different now. it was funny; you and marc had been apart hundreds, if not thousands of times, but he had never felt your absence. not like this. no, never like this. it was different now because he knew he could look for you everywhere and you would still be in that room, not breathing, not living.

he could see it all so clearly now. all of what? all of it. everything; life, your life, his life, where everything went wrong, what he should have done, should have said, how he could have saved you.

there was nothing you could have done, marc.

“that’s easy for you to say.” he mumbled, looking down at his hands. “you’re not the one who was halfway through a fucking argument when harrow took her. and if you can remember, harrow took her because of me.”

steven sighed, and went quiet.

“i should’ve died on that fucking alter.”

marc said it over and over, like a prayer, to go back in time and pull the trigger. he was fuck knows where, it looked like the middle of the desert but marc didn’t care enough to question it.

he had walked out of that pyramid and kept on walking - for hours. the hot egyptian sun had began to set, casting a rosy hue on everything. the humidity make marc’s head ache.

steven had gone silent - a small hum of anger in the back of marc’s head. it usually would have surprised marc, for steven to be the angry one. but he wasn’t sure he would never feel surprised again.

are you going to wallow here forever?

marc looked up, low sun glinting in his eyes, making him squint. but he could tell exactly who it was - crescent staff in his peripheral.

“fuck off.”

khonshu laughed. that’s one way to talk to a god.

“fuck off.” he repeated.

and why should i, mortal? why should i listen to you?

“you did this.” it was stiff, cold, a definite statement. “you did this to us.”

khonshu groaned, moving to block the sun from marc’s eyes so he could see him properly. aren’t you going to question how i am here?

“no.”

perhaps you should.

marc could never cope with khonshu’s riddles. they had always infuriated him - never getting a straight answer. but this one, he could tolerate.

“fuck does that mean?” he was looking directly into khonshu’s eyes now - something he had readily avoided for years. “and don’t give me any of your goddamn riddles.”

if you must be so blunt, it would seem like osiris has taken a liking to your poor lady wife. hathor isn’t half fond of her, either. maybe you ought to go back to the pyramid, something tells me your needed.

and he was gone. disappeared with a gust of wind, leaving marc alone in the saharan sunset, shaking and still covered in his wife’s blood.

she’s alive?

“i-” marc looked around. “i don’t-”

his eyes slipped into the back of his head.

steven took a deep breath, swallowing hard. he set off in a run - towards the pyramid.

-

“this feels so fucking weird.”

you were pressed flat against the wall, peeking around every few seconds to make sure one of harrow’s followers wasn’t coming your way.

i must admit, it’s been a while since i’ve had an avatar.

you let out a breathy laugh. was that your first ever laugh since being revived? you supposed it must be. oh, you wished it was one of steven’s jokes you were laughing at instead.

you didn’t think you’d ever find one of his jokes unfunny again.

“where is he?”

it’s hard to tell. i can’t check, unless i’d like ammit to spot me.

humming, you looked around the corner once again, breath hitching when you saw a shadow come closer.

what made your breath stop completely, however, was the slow, melodic tapping of a cane, following every footstep the person took.

harrow was less than two feet away from you.

swallowing hard, you pushed yourself against the wall even harder, back cold against the concrete. you hoped - prayed with your newfound faith in osiris and his mercy - that harrow would turn back the other way, not hearing your thumping heart.

but your luck had ran out for this lifetime.

the tapping of the cane became louder, until you could see the tip of it in your peripheral, crunching glass finally becoming audible. he was about to come around the corner, and see you. you would be impossible to miss, even the bright red of your new outfit making you stand out.

it seemed like it was impossible to escape harrow, and the tapping of his cane. he had killed you once, what would stop him from doing it again?

apparently, a guardian angel. someone spoke, making harrow turn to look behind him.

this was your chance - to slip away and turn the opposite corner, escape harrow in your new life as you couldn’t in your last.

his voice made you flinch. cool, charming, low. like a snake - exactly like a snake, now you thought about it. the way he slid through life, from the bar all those years ago, to now, awakening a centuries old god, aiming to destroy the world.

you could slither away too, though.

still holding your breath, you sidestepped along the wall, making sure to watch your step over any lose stones, until the wall fell away behind you and led you into another corridor.

as soon as the light from the hall had faded, you let out your breath, hands coming to your forehead and rubbing your eyes.

we have to keep moving. ammit is almost ready to begin.

nodding - although it felt like your brain was rattling around your skull - you looked back up and saw hathor, still looking as beautiful as ever.

this hallway was much dimmer than the last. colder, too. it was like all the light had been blocked, the only thing keeping your vision was the small, fading candles lining the walls every meter or so.

perhaps it was your natural instinct, or a new given sense as an avatar, but you could tell - something wasn’t right. something in the air had shifted, on top of the hot, sticky, egyptian heat, there was something sinister.

your years as a mercenary had taught you to recognise something - blood in the air. and there was certainly blood in the air around you.

“what is harrow’s plan?”

he wants to judge people. through ammit, he believes he can rid the world of everyone bad, even if they aren’t already bad.

“so he’s playing god?” the corridor seemed to go on forever.

he would never admit it, but yes. and ammit is the perfect enabler for him, she’ll know exactly what he’s up to, but because he can give her her power back, she’ll play along.

you scoffed lightly. “harrow isn’t stupid either. he’ll know what she thinks.”

hathor shrugged, a few paces in front of you. only time will tell, my dear.

for a few minutes, the walk along the corridor was silent. the tap of your shoes echoed down the hall, breeze from your passing flickering the candles on the wall.

why did you marry him?

it stopped you in your tracks, hathor stopping too.

“what?”

marc. why did you marry him?

you stuttered for a moment, looking around as if someone would come and help you.

i don’t mean it in a rude way. i’m the goddess of love, it’s natural for me to want to know.

“well,” you paused for a moment and began walking again, slower this time. “we were young when we met, i was coming up for 18 and he was 19.”

and?

“and i knew what i had done to him.” you swallowed. “i felt fucking awful, i thought, maybe if i get to know the guy, and he’s not as much of an ass as everyone makes him out to be, it’ll make it easier for me to forgive myself.”

the corridor kept on, as if it were never ending.

“as you can tell, it didn’t work.”

he wasn’t as much of an asshole as everyone thought?

“no, he was,” you gave a dry smile. “it just so happened that assholes are my type, and i think he worked it out pretty quickly. so after only about two months of knowing each other, he asked me on a date. a real date. it was my first ever date too, god knows anton never took me out. but god, he was such a gentleman.

he picked me up, gave me flowers, wore a fucking tie. and he payed for everything, too. dinner at a four star restaurant, a movie, then out to a bar for drinks.

i knew i had fucked up when he kissed me that night.”

you regret it?

“not for a day. and that’s my mistake- i mean, i was supposed to hate him. i told myself i would hate him. so i wouldn’t feel bad about telling someone to kill him. i didn’t even know how he got out alive- he didn’t tell me about the khonshu shit until after we got married.

oh, our wedding,” you smiled again, a real one. “it was perfect. i was twenty one, marc was twenty three. we were so young. it was a small wedding, just some friends, neither of us invited our family. it was the best night of my life.

it was the night i met steven, too. i think the stress of the day must have triggered it. and that was it- there was marc, and there was steven.”

didn’t it take a while to get used to?

the corridor began to open up, getting slightly wider by the meter. still - there was no end to it in sight.

“it did and it didn’t. i knew for a while there was something happening to him, he would disappear, look confused all the time. i knew it was a matter of time until something changed. and then came steven, perfect steven.

he changed so much- it was like dating all over again. he was even more perfect than marc, stupid english accent included. but, naturally, abuthing that’s perfect must come to an end.”

hathor sighed. and it gave you the impression, just for a moment, that she already knew the whole story. that she was humouring you by letting you tell it. her sigh, sad and resigned, almost confirmed that she knew what was coming.

“the-” you stopped. your voice had broken, and your feet no longer moved. hathor continued for a few paces before looking back at you.

i understand, but if there’s any time you need to tell this, it’s now.

“you know?” you voiced your suspicions.

take into account which god i am, my dear. there is no one else i could chose, but you.

you swallowed. “what’s the point of talking about it if you already know?”

you have been born again. revived. would you like to carry this, this horrible vendetta against someone who has done nothing but love you, for the rest of your new life?

“no.”

then voice it. i can take this pain from you, if you only ask me too. i can help you.

you bit your tongue, looking down at your feet and kicking around a few of the loose rocks. hathor waited.

“the baby was supposed to be born just after my twenty-third birthday.”

a beat. hathor didn’t reply.

“but he didn’t live past twelve weeks.”

you looked back up at hathor, anxious for a reply. she didn’t give you one, only nodding.

“i don’t- i don’t know what i did. i was waiting until i could get a scan, tell marc, have it done properly, you know? but when i went to my appointment, i knew. she didn’t say anything, she just looked. then she left, got the doctor to come in.

he said that the baby had died, that they weren’t sure of the cause, but it was a boy. that my baby boy had died.”

tears threatened your eyes. never - never - had you spoken about this before. not even with marc.

“i went home, with a hatred in my heart. the next few days were the worst. i was grieving a child no one knew i even had. the blood was horrible, it hurt so badly. i told marc i was on my period. fuck, for all he knew i was.

and then my baby was gone. and i hated marc.”

why did you hate him?

you shrugged. “i have no idea. i needed someone to blame and marc was the easiest. that’s when it all went downhill, you know? i wanted him to be there for me, for something he didn’t even know happened. and when he wasn’t, i blew up at him. and he blew up at me.

and that was it, for three years. this horrible hatred towards each other, me hating marc for something he knew nothing about, and marc hating me for every other reason.

he hated me the most for making him stay a mercenary. he wanted out, he wanted a normal life in the suburbs with a dog and a big house and maybe, one day, a child.

but i can’t have that. i don’t want that kind of normal - not when i was so close to it and lost it. so i pushed him into this world. i made him take jobs and work himself to death, even when i found out about khonshu. i made him do it.

and that’s why we’re here. because i told him to follow khonshu here. and now look what i’ve done.”

hathor took two, wide steps towards you, and cradled your face in her hands.

you have done nothing that makes you inhumane. none of this mess is you fault. khonshu would have gotten marc here one way or another. anyone in your shoes would be the same.

her hands were warm. you felt a tear fall, running underneath her fingers. “but i’ve been so horrible. i’m a monster - if not for this, for everything else.”

hathor shook her head. you are a human being.

there was silence as you cried and hathor wiped your tears. at least two minutes passed - but it didn’t matter to you. harrow could come running around the corner and you wouldn’t bat an eyelash.

hathor took a deep breath, looking to her left along the corridor. she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, another figure appeared.

is now a bad time, human?

you flinched at the rough edge in khonshu’s voice. “what do you want?”

what do i want? there’s a long list.

even through your tears, your patience thinned. “seriously?”

hathor took her hands from your face, turning to look at khonshu. enough of your riddles. just tell her.

the unmistakable sound of footsteps, running, drew your attention. they were getting closer.

i don’t think i have to say a word, actually.

just as khonshu had finished, a figure appeared, coming around the twists and turns of the corridor.

your heart stopped.

marc looked around in a daze, eyes falling first on khonshu, then on hathor, then…

“y/n!”

just as he had stopped running, he started again, coming towards you like a lion out of his cage, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off of your feet.

“oh baby,” he mumbled into your neck.

you had just reached - wrapping your arms around him in equal tightness, hands flying into his hair. oh, god. his hair - his curls, his skin - you’d never take it for granted again.

he pulled back, hands on your cheeks in a mirror image to hathor. his eyes locked into yours, brown irises melting into his pupils, filling with tears.

marc stuttered, trying to get several sentences out at once, before you hushed him.

“please, marc, we don’t have much time. harrow is gonna-”

“i know,” he nodded, eyes still not breaking from yours. “i know- baby, i know. please- please, just give me a minute. i never- i thought i’d never- oh, baby.”

he leaned in, moving his hands out of the way to rest his forehead against yours. he was hot - sticky with sweat and dirt and, although you didnt want to think about it, your blood.

“i know,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “marc, i know.”

barely having finished your sentence, he leaned in and kissed you.

it was like the first kiss all over again, and you supposed it was. hot, needy, passionate, desperate. you could live in this moment.

but the unmistakable sound of khonshu clearing his throat broke your kiss.

if you wouldn’t mind, harrow is about to release ammit. i’m sure your couples catch-up can wait another hour.

“yeah,” you nodded, breaking away, but marc was far more hesitant to let go.

“i can’t-” he looked around, paranoid. “i can’t do this, y/n. i just lost you, i can’t run the risk of losing you again, i’ve never- y/n, i can’t let you go, you’re everything to me, and if harrow- oh god, what did harrow do to you? i swear to god, the minute i see him, i’m gonna-”

he blinked. a beat.

“paranoid git never did know when to be quiet, did he?”

“oh, steven,” you threw your arms around him again. “fucking hell.”

steven, unlike marc, seemed far more willing to let you go. “love, i know, but if we don’t go now, we’re all gonna end up dead. please, we can do this all after, yeah?”

he took your hands in his, stilling your shaking fingers. he was so warm - always so warm.

“okay,” you nodded, looking between him and the gods beside you. “okay.”

-

you had severely underestimated how far harrow was willing to go. it had been what felt like hours, an unrelenting fight. you weren’t even sure when layla showed up, hoping to help you in any way she could.

but her attempts were futile; ammit was huge. really - huge, bigger than the pyramid behind her. khonshu had, as usual, gotten involved too, so that meant he was the same size, almost trampling you with every step he took.

you had tried. really, you had. you’d tried to use your new found avatar abilities to at least land something on harrow, but truth be told, you were failing. he’d hit you far more times that you’d even aimed for him, you were covered in cuts and rapidly forming bruises, you were sure your shoulder was dislocated.

but worst of all? your head wasn’t right. you weren’t sure what was wrong with it - it seemed fine every time you focused on identifying the issue, but every time you weren’t paying attention, it was there again. dizzy, a ringing in your eyes, everything a second or two behind; your vision lagging and cloudy. but just as you’d notice it, it was gone.

it was getting worse, too. you could see marc out of the corner of your eye; he was one to one with harrow. it would have made you anxious if you could properly focus on what was going on. but you couldn’t - your thought were scattered, a ringing back tenfold in your ears, the world had gone distant and hazy.

the doctors told you it was a concussion the next morning. layla had actually came in very handy, able to translate the man’s arabic into english for you.

he had told you that you’d sustained a massive head injury - you figured it would have been investigated, if you hadn’t been one of the people there last night.

‘there’ was all people could talk about. first the sky had gone backwards (you’d missed that part, thanks to being dead), then, out of nowhere, two ancient egyptian gods had appeared, destroying all the buildings in their wake, pyramids too.

it wasn’t that you couldn’t remember it. you could - it was clear in every aspect. it just didn’t feel like you’d been there at all. even the build up to it, every moment from when you’d stepped out of that pyramid, hand in hand with steven, hot air hitting your face;

it wasn’t you.

well, obviously it was you. but it wasn’t the same you. everything felt different, you didn’t have the same emotions you did before. the same key ones, yes, like how you felt about marc, and steven, and who you are as a person, but basic thing, like fear, and compassion? it was gone.

you’d have voiced this to a doctor if you could put ‘i died and got brought back to like by an ancient god, but not the same one who destroyed half of your city last night, sorry about that, by the way’ into layman’s terms.

trauma induced dissociation was enough of a label for you. it fit - everything just felt a little hazy, was all. not that you’d asked your doctor, a google search (excluding the resurrection part) had taken you to pages and pages about dissociation and how it’s normal to feel it after a traumatic event. you were pretty sure dying was a traumatic event.

and yes, you could bring it up to your doctor, he was payed to help you, after all. but there was a strange gnawing in the back of your head: that if you voiced this feeling, it would only get worse, and the happy ending you and your husband currently had would be shred in two because you couldn’t feel properly.

so instead, you listened to his professional diagnosis; a severe concussion, fractured rib, dislocated shoulder, several cosmetic wounds, and mental trauma that would be discovered at a later point, if you ever got around to voicing it to a doctor.

what a lovely shopping list, you thought.

-

it was three days before they let you out, and marc wasn’t getting out for another two after that. you’d had to beg him to even go to the hospital in the first place, but now he was getting the medical attention he’d needed for years, he seemed content in his hospital bed. not that he’d ever admit it.

with two days to yourself (not nights, you’d go back to the hospital and stay with marc), you decided to have the egyptian holiday you had come for.

the first stop was obvious; buy clothes. all of the ones you had were either covered in blood or halfway shredded. once you’d achieved this, in a new white linen sundress (cut below the knees to hide the still raw scars), you felt just slightly lost.

of course, you weren’t lost, you were always quick to get your bearings in new places - mercenary years had left you with a few skills, after all - and you kept yourself in a fairly small area, close to the hospital in case you got an emergency call.

no - the feeling of being lost came from deep down. ever since you’d come back to life it was the same, a strange longing for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. something you felt you just had to have, maybe not right now, but in the near future. the hazy feeling had already begun to pass, you were sure google had served you well. but it left behind this in its wake, a new, even stranger feeling.

a breeze blew your hair lightly as you looked down the street in front of you. it was picturesque, all kinds of small shops and cafes as far as you could see. you could hear kids playing somewhere, a baby crying in the distance.

the lost-longing feeling piqued at this.

“oh.” you breathed. “oh.”

beside you, hathor, dressed in a golden, floor length dress and looking beautiful as ever, laughed.

oh, indeed. did you forget which god i am?

#the glass series #moonknight #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moonknight fanfic #moonknight imagines #moonknight x reader #moonknight fanfiction #marc spector imagines #marc spector imagine #marc spector fluff #marc spector fanfiction #steven grant fanfic #steven grant imagine #steven grant imagines #steven grant fluff #steven grant #jake lockley fanfiction #marc spector #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley imagines #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely imagine #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader

[kronkrito]

what is the plot of the dampire annabel or the monster au you made 🤔

Okay, bear with me. This gonna be a very long post of me explaining Dhampir AU to the best of my abilities.

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Dhampir AU Lore

An AU about a young dhampir sent alone to hide in America and a runaway woman; Lenore ran from her future responsibility as a wife and a matriarch like her father expected her to be and Annabel’s existence stirred chaos within the vampire society. Both will fall in love every step at a time. Monsters don’t like a half-breed like Annabel, and surely don’t like a human within the monster society; Humans don’t like the unexplainable like Lenore’s eccentric mannerism and Annabel’s occasional thirst for blood.

TL;DR summary

The story starts with Lenore in the storm (This is the moment Theo died in canon but in this story, his death is prevented), she ran away from her family due to her father marrying her off to a suitor he found and Lenore is heavily against the idea of her being married and a matriarch. So she ran away on horseback during a dangerous thunderstorm.

[Theo did chase after her, but to no avail he lost Lenore in his search, thus him living in this current AU]

Running away resulted in Lenore getting lost in the woods and getting attacked by wolves. She got injured BAD; so she sets off on her own, in this treacherous weather; she didn’t expect her life to end in this fashion. She passes out in the harrowing weather in the middle of the woods.

Cut to Annabel in a carriage on the same night. Spotting an unconscious woman on the side of the dirt road, her curiosity and worry convince. She got out and approached the unconscious woman; Lenore looked so tired and beaten from running away. Annabel brought the unconscious Lenore to her carriage without a second thought.

On their way to Annabel’s secluded cabin (Lenore is still knocked out cold and she’s resting on Annabel’s thighs; Annabel is wiping all the blood and dirt on Lenore’s face) an internal monologue within Annabel; and Lenore dreams of a nightmare. She’s back at her old home, sitting in front of her suitor as her father makes a speech about the success of the family.

[note: There will be a POV switch between Lenore and Annabel.]

Annabel’s POV)

The moment her carriage entered the property gates. Annabel finished her job at cleaning Lenore’s face with her handkerchief. Her mind racing the possibilities on why this woman on her lap is bleeding, dirty and unconscious, she moved on from Lenore’s face and into her long raven dark hair; removing the twigs and dirt on the sleeping woman on her lap.

Over the following week. She has ordered all of the staff not to enter Lenore’s chamber, Annabel has personally taken it on herself to take care of Lenore for the whole entire week.

Lenore’s POV)

[Her POV starts a week after Annabel found her.] She found herself on a queen size bed, warm, and well kept in new clothes rather than rotting on the side of the dirt road with bugs crawling over her like roadkill. Lenore freaked out, thinking her nightmare is still ongoing. Curiosity led her to jump out of bed and explore her new environment.

As she was walking around the large Victorian mansion, she noticed how pristine and posh it looked. The mansion staff looked at her in bewilderment. Why is a human inside the mansion?

Fanfic and written stuff

[Kronk: There is a fanfic, but it's only at chapter 1.]

Read the tags before reading, please.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53076466 first part of the fanfic

Also, some scenarios written down:

“You were the moon that brightly lit my dim soul; ‘*Lest this woman lay upon your arms, love her dearly for as she is the night dew to your dark nights, as you wept alone.*’ I fondly recall, wholly remembering the night I laid my eyes on you. Giving me a spark of life that I believed I never had in the first place.” Annabel’s Lesbian yearning about Lenore.

[Kronk: Another one, lol]

So when Lenore and annabel had a friends date, Lenore placed a gentle peck on Annabel's cheeks. After their friend date, annabel quickly ran to her office, looked for a piece of paper, meticulously placed the paper from where Lenore kissed her in her cheeks so the lipstick would transfer over. After she's done, she didn't fold it but put it in her secret journal.

Art

And all of the recent fanarts I've done so far.

YAYYYY, you reached the end of the post! Thank you for reading this long ass post! And ty anonymous for this nice questionn lol.

#nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #lenore nevermore #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee nevermore #annabel lee whitlock #annabel lee x lenore #whiteraven #lennabel #duke nevermore #pluto nevermore #eulalie nevermore #montressor nevermore #berenice nevermore #theo nevermore

[7ndipity]

Get to know me

Thanks to @bethanysnow for tagging me!

❣ Who is your favorite Kpop group?❣

Bts and Stray Kids! There's several groups that I love, but these two hold a very special place in my heart💜

❣ Which member sparked your interest first?

I don't quite remember for Bts, but I'm pretty sure it was Namjoon. I was really drawn to his general style and aesthetic, as well as his solo work like Mono.

For Skz, it was Hyunjin, bc gifs of him kept popping up in my recommendations after the 'Oh' mv was released and I got curious and checked them out. So it's basically his fault for bringing me into this fandom, lol!

❣ Who was your first bias?

Yoongi and Chan

❣ Who is your current bias?

Yoongi and Chan(lol)

❣ What makes them your bias?

For Yoongi, he's the grandpa to my grandma energy, lol! Fr tho, I think it's bc he's so genuinely himself?? Like I love his dry humor, his writing style, his awkward tsundere energy, despite having such a soft heart🥺. Like, I will never understand how people think he's cold or indifferent, he's such a kind, loving person. I really admire his drive and passion for music, he's one of the people who inspired me to take back up writing. Idk, it's just everything.

For Chan, he's just super sweet and funny, and he clearly cares so much for everyone around him, from his group members to their crew/staff to the fans. He's also just soo relatable, and I really admire his dynamic with the fans, he feels like a best friend. I also really appreciate his honesty on tougher topics like self love and mental health. He's brought me so much comfort on tough days and makes me want to be a better person. Again, Idk, he's just Chris💜

❣ Who is your bias wrecker?

Literally EVERY OTHER MEMBER of both groups, lol! Like it's impossible not to love all of them!

❣ Which member(s) are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?

For Skz, Minho(I blame @bethanysnow for helping fuel this lol) and a bit Han(the new curly hairstyle and the song covers he keeps posting on insta feel like a direct attack on me I swear)

❣ When did you first discover this group?

I'd been vaguely familiar with Bts for a few years, but it wasn't until my sister sent me some of their mvs back in 2020 that I started actively listening to their music.

For Skz, it was the summer of 2021, just after the 'Oh' mv was released, like I mentioned above.

❣ Have you ever been to one of their concerts?

No, but a girl can dream

❣ What are some of your favorite songs by the group?

Bts:

Paradise, The truth untold, Louder than bombs, Blood sweat tears, Zero 'o clock, Blue & gray, Pied piper, Jamais vu,

Skz:

Oh, Gone Away, Sorry I love you, Red lights, Chill, Cover me, Hello stranger, Waiting for us

Tagging @a-gayish-unicorn @crabby-libra @this-must-be-my-tardis and whoever else wants to play!

#7ndipity speaks #tag game

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Model! Aki | Hayakawa Aki Model AU | SFW

authors note: my mind is currently filled with aki brain rot and i currently imagine him as one of those ulzzang instagram models with the minimalist and monochromatic aesthetically pleasing feeds. his jawline and shoulders mmmf

+ I was listening to Malibu by pH-1 ft Mokyo and The Quiett.

Hayakawa Aki Model AU ft mentions of Kishibe, Yoshida Hirofumi, Quanxi and Makima

Content warnings : none. sfw.

- Model! Aki who gets approached by some scouts from a big shot modelling agency as he’s making his way home from his mediocre corporate job. He’s barely interested when they start asking him how tall he was, if he had any mixed blood in him and if was interested in being a model. To which he politely declines at first but with a rather cold and dismissive tone.

- Model Aki! who at first didn’t have that many followers on his twitter and instagram accounts where he would usually upload his outfits and the occasional selfie along with some of his paintings since he’s also into contemporary and surrealism art. A means of escape from the mundane life. I also think he would be into photography so sometimes he’d also post pics he had taken on his camera for his followers to see.

- The same modelling agency had contacted him through his socials this time, offering a good amount of money and told him he’d get to travel to various parts of the world. Now that seemed to pique his interest because then he began compiling a portfolio in case he ever made up his mind to join the agency.

- He was skeptical at first because most scouts in the city usually had a different type of “modelling” in mind. He wasn’t that stupid. He’d been given business cards by the two scouts who came up to him and did some research on their agency. Fortunately they weren’t some shady agency using the word modelling as a cover up to do adult movies. That JAV typa shit.

- It didn’t take him long to make up his mind lol since he’s been dreaming of going on a trip somewhere foreign and new for ages. He just hoped that they’d keep their word for that.

- Model Aki! who shows up at the modeling agency a few days after the agency had reached out to him. He’d signed his signature on several documents agreeing to be a member of CSM Elite - the name of the modeling company.

- Model!Aki who gets his first photoshoot session for an avant garde line. There didn’t need to be much smiling from him which he was secretly thankful for because he really wasn’t one who smiled easily. (If only he knew how attractive it was) He’s a natural at this because the photographer didn’t have any problems with getting him to pose in many different angles. It seemed that he was photogenic to the point that he didn’t need to do much posing anyway. It only took them about two hours maximum instead of a whole day.

- It had been a few weeks since he first started his job and his schedule seemed to get busier and busier. He was grateful for it but there were days when he just wanted to go back to the once boring and relaxing routine he had before becoming a model.

- Model!Aki who gets fawned over by all of the stylists and hairdressers assigned to him. They always tell him how handsome he looked and how lucky someone would be if he were their boyfriend. He would overhear their conversations about how tall or how cool and dreamy he looked.

- Model!Aki who makes eye contact with the camera so intense that sometimes the photographer gets a little flustered with his gaze. It’s not intentional though, he’s just doing his job.

-Model!Aki who goes for smoke breaks in between his photoshoots to which one point it funnily enough became a topic in a magazine article and some of his fans had sent in unique and cool stuff like ashtrays and lighters for him to keep. He cherishes every single one of them.

- Model! Aki who’s very polite and professional when speaking to his peers and other staff members at the agency. But sometimes they wish he could show a little more emotion off camera. Most of his responses would make a few of them uncomfortable with how monotonous and brief they were. His amazing effort during photoshoots make up for that however.

-Model!Aki’s first runway was a bit nerve of a racking experience since he had to walk in front of a crowd of people. Which he needed time with getting used to. As he stepped onto the stage platform he tried his best not to squint at the spotlight or make any sort of unnecessary movements that would ruin his first walk. He remained calm and composed like he usually was and he killed it.

- His first appearance on the cover of a magazine on the other hand is what gets his popularity skyrocketing over night - a rising newbie in the industry. Those who were interested in fashion and kept up with the magazine itself began posting pictures of him, asking “just who exactly was he?”

- His socials had gained an instant mass of followers and eventually his pics had been posted across several websites, articles and fan accounts. It really shocked him!

-Model!Aki who then gets along with a few of the top models in the same agency as him. He’s met with Kishibe, Quanxi, Makima and Hirofumi at a celebration party held in one of Tokyo’s elite and exclusive clubs. There were other members from agency that had come but Aki only managed to get comfortable with Kishibe who had been modelling since he was 18 and Hirofumi, although quite relatively new to the agency but not so much compared to Aki, had been modelling since he was a child.

-Model!Aki who’s obviously popular with the ladies; some of them were women of money and status but unfortunately Aki wasn’t really interested in getting to know any of them.

- Model!Aki who ends up getting invited on a few talk shows. Whenever the interviewers ask a question he holds the same blank expression he usually does, giving a shorter response than expected. He reminds himself to (shyly) smile at the camera every now and then so he doesn’t look entirely mean and it turns the crowd in the studio into a screaming mess.

-Model!Aki who finally fulfilled one of his dreams to go to the beautiful country of Italy where he got to do a photoshoot for a luxury perfume brand along with one of the female models from CSM elite who was assigned to be his partner for the shoot.

-Model!Aki who returns back to his new, quiet apartment since the old one could no longer fit the art pieces and souvenirs he had gotten from his last work trip. He plops himself onto the soft velvety material of his black Quilton sofa with an exhausted but content sigh as he thinks back to his life before all this fame came.

- Somehow he feels as if there’s something else missing in his life. It wasn’t money, or traveling since he already had and did plenty of that. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it. He falls asleep as the thought remains lingering in his head.

©️ don’t repost or claim my work as yours that’s all i ask.

#model!aki ⭐️ #aki hayakawa headcanons #aki hayakawa imagine #hayakawa aki headcanon #hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #csm imagine #csm headcanons #aki headcanons #csm aki #aki csm #chainsaw man aki #aki chainsaw man #kishibe #quanxi #makima #yoshida

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Okay enough!! *casually elbows Fantomette away to take the spot of the questions guy myself* If you really are on the rush of sharing Bloodborne headcanons, tell us about your views on Yurie!

The most difficult character! :0

That's my Yurie. I used colors from her data and lightened them a bit, also tried to mix my own vision and her in-game face.

(she is looking at yall like - 🤨)

If I had to choose an actress to play Yurie, I would choose Tilda Swinton (one of my all time favorite actresses with amazing appearance). Yurie may not look like her in game, but Tilda Swinton is a goddess and gives me Yurie vibes.

Yurie's image was hard to compile, but based on what I have in my own vision of the game's lore, she studied with the Byrgenwerth trio, perhaps except in a different faculty. Maybe biology or biomedicine? Plus, by the time Rom enrolled, she'd likely be a sophomore. How many courses were in the program at Byrgenwerth? This is a detail you can tweak to your canon xd Let it be 4 or 6, for medicine could be longer, but in any case the graduation of Micolash, Laurence and Rom never happened in the full sense of the word. Since the whole blood research thing started, Laurence and Willem started their religion stuff - they all didn't really graduate. Just Byrgenwerth and its entire staff moved on to the Healing Church that was founded. SO. Back to the topic. When trio enrolled, Yuri was a sophomore(maybe older)

I think the center of her attention was and still is Rom. Still, I'd attribute her location in Byrgenwerth to the fact that she's guarding Rom, but not Willem. (I had a stupid old sketch of her and Damian arguing about whether or not to let the Good Hunter in, but it's too old. I didn't even really know the lore back then lol, but I already had a FeElInG like Yurie was there for Rom)

Sketch was something like this:

(And then they kiss... Errrhhm tried to kill each other violently)

(It is based on a funny situation, when I summoned Damian to fight Rom, and I saw him there, when was entering grey fog, but he didn’t come to my aid!! As I figured out, it happened because I didn’t kill Yurie, and Damian just stayed there with her)

Based on my image of Rom, I think Yurie really disliked her at first, well, when they met. It's not really anger or dislike, it's just that feeling when you're very fragile inside and you've built your own little barrier from the outside world (Yurie was always known for her "coldness"), hiding behind arrogance, indifference and other pleasures of life, but then you see someone you like, but they're unimaginably weak (just like you was once), and the worst thing is that this person doesn't even try to defend themself! And despite all their good qualities, you see them getting insults. Other's weakness can be irritating, genuinely.

(I don't want to label Rom a victim by calling her weak. I just think we are all weak inside, and how we defend ourselves and interact with the world is individual. Rom herself wouldn't think of herself as a "victim". It's just that she was pitied by kind hearts, seeing the ridicule, while she herself preferred to "kill with kindness"! I LOVE that term. Has helped me a lot in my life)

I think when Yurie would have realized that she was falling asleep thinking only about Rom, she would have tried to start at least friendship, putting all her efforts into protecting little lady. Actually, if you consider them as a pairing, Yurie's crush is a must! And even if I ship Rom/Laurence, Yurie still was in love with Rom.

Yurie/Rom is a caring, nurturing, warm and loving relationship, if only because Rom is a cinnamon bun and Yurie is head over heels in love and ready to give that love to her lady. Somehow they remind me a lot of Brador/Laurence, and if things don't work out with Laurence/Rom, I know who else has a claim on their hearts xd (It's funny how I kicked off Micolash. I think I put him in Damian's hands and also put Edgar next to him. Damian is already too much of a gift, enough for Micolash xD). Yurie would warm Rom's hands in the winter, take care of her warmth, walk with her in the shade of trees in the summer, and even despite her fear of insects, watch them with Rom. I also think Yurie is very tactile, so a kiss on a first date is 100% likely. If it's Rom's first date, it's Yurie's 101st date, because she's been making up the previous 100 dates before going to bed xd

Yurie + Edgar - the kinship, but very distant because I've already made up that Edgar is an orphan off the street and I don't want to change that. He's probably her nephew, which is likely given the age difference (yes, there is one, trust me). I guess they didn't have a warm family atmosphere because why, honestly, does Yurie care about a relative who suddenly showed up? She's got her own problems to deal with. She's a scientist, and she's trying to look after Rom, and there's fucked up shit going on in Yharnam, and Fauxsefka is looming with crazy plans. I think when Edgar was sent off to spy after his future lov… mad scholars, he wanted to say goodbye to Yurie, but didn't have time, which he would have regretted. And walking around Byrgenwerth, Yurie would hear his voice all the time, turning around.

Yurie + Damian. Yurie would be jealous of Rom because of Damian, I think. One day Rom had an awful talk with Micolash, and instead of looking for Yurie (in fact, she just needed advice about Micolash, and no one knows him better than Damian) she would go to seek comfort from another person who is also very good to her and in general is very nice. So jealousy of Yurie would be understandable. (I hedcanon Damian as a library worker, local archivist. Who read my fanfic - knows what I am talking about). I think the problem was solved when Yurie heard the sounds of kissing from the library, and then satisfied Micolash flew out of there, so Yurie realised - Damian is not her rival lol (my little headcanon, eheheheheheh)

The fact that they can be made to fight before entering the arena to Rom already says a lot, doesn't it? They could make a good pairing, but the relationship would probably start when each of them would stay without their "lord"? They'd just realize that each of them is a good person and worthy of love, hence the attraction

Yurie + Willem - oh, I think she respected Professor and Master of Byrgenwerth. She would have scrutinized all of his writings. In Choir era she would actively use his scholarly research, as she realized that the old man may have lost his sanity, but he's an incredible researcher and theorist, which means you can capitalize on it.

Yurie + Fauxsefka - this has the vibe of an office romance! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Fauxsefka has Micolash vibes, and combined with Yurie's coldness, this could be very hot.

Yurie + Micolash - they are two complete opposites. I think she'd knock him out for causing Rom's stress xD I think he'd enjoy pissing Yurie off, but she wouldn't really be into it, so no Love/Hate, just Micolash would get a his ass kicked, but would call Damian to defend him.

Some more headcanons:

Yurie became more nervous and more open about her feelings as she matured. We meet her in the game in deep thought, nervous, still wishing Rom would go back to her old self

Yurie is a master of swearing! The only one who could compare with Mikolash in this matter LOL

Yurie really regretted letting Edgar go and ended up losing him without ever getting to know him. Sometimes she thinks she hears his voice (but whether it's guilt or the remnants of his consciousness trying to tell her something - no one knows).

Yurie became very artistic in expressing her emotions as she got older, which amused Fauxsefka VERY much. Just imagine Fauxsefka asking her about being in a giant mommy spider's friendzone, and Yurie be like:

And IN GENERAL. Yurie has cold on the outside, passionate on the inside personality. She is very emotional when it comes to the people she loves, and is also very brave and willing to rush to protect them at the cost of her life. Many called her the "ice queen." She can seem heartless and callous. Indeed she often failed to pay attention to those who needed it, shutting out emotions and fearing them. But she is very sweet. And what way she would go depends on who will be next to her. Rom? Damian? Fauxefka? She is kind of human who will change to be more like their beloved, and she can become evil genius or guardian angel, everything depends on what you think.

(Mine Yurie is devoted to Rom, would try to start something with Damian but wouldn't succeed, and in the end find a similar soul in Fauxsefka, who would actually open all Yurie's strong sides and help her overcome her weaknesses but in a cruel way)

I am not sure if you will like my vision of her, but that's the way I see Yurie xD (I would kiss her on the cheek, I love her now thx....)

#my art #yurie the last scholar #bloodborne headcanons #mutuals #ask #it was hard tho I now like her #a lot of pictures #phew #I really like to draw these simple portraits of characters! Help much to analyze their image #SO if you have more questions about others - i'll do my best to answer and draw them

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Chaos is a Friend of Mine (2)

a/n: hello! here's the second chapter in the Chaos is a Friend of Mine series! I'm so happy you guys enjoyed it and I hope this part is just as good lol! this part is mostly backstory ie. one of the many reasons Y/N wants Moon Knight dead and some more cool power scenes; also because i have no self-restraint, i will be adding some details from other MCU projects. this is kind of a filler chapter?? more things will go down later taglist: @nyx-aira @musicconversedance @fantasttick @paymeinkash @beautifulbows924 @alexisabirdie word count: 1.4k (.i'm sorry this addition is shorter!) warning(s): mentions of murder (and descriptions of murder); weird timeline issues; changing POVs; reader sipping a bit of the crazy juice; picture not mine; google translated spanish (im so sorry); hey guess what, since you're a marvel villain - you get some ✨trauma✨; use of Y/N

a/n: hey guys this first part is a flashback and you are nine years old

You knew something was wrong when they didn’t find you. The house was too quiet, normally your parents would make their footsteps loud, making you giggle as they pretended to not know where you were. You were confused. Why would they start a game of hide-and-seek, then stop playing?

You slowly stepped out of the cabinet, the one in the far corner of your father’s study, and listened for any sound. There was shuffling across the hall, fast, like someone was running away. The doorknob to the study twisted slightly before it happened. The sound you’ll never be able to wipe from your mind.  It was your father’s cry of pain, quiet and raspy, like his lungs had given out. Something hit the door and you watched as blood seeped under the doorway, flowing like a river of red across the wood floor. You pressed yourself against the wall, closing your eyes and counting to ten, like your mother taught you. This wasn’t real. You were dreaming, having a nightmare. There was no blood on the floor, no red surrounding you. No red. No blood. You were fine. You were going to open the door, forfeit the game of hide-and-go-seek and ask to watch cartoons with your parents. 

You started to shake. No red. No red. No red. You slid down the wall, hand over your mouth as the blood got closer, the screams got louder, the footsteps got closer. The office door burst open, your father’s body falling to the ground. You screamed. A blur shot through the entrance, coming to stand in front of you menacingly. You felt like you would never stop screaming, your heart racing inside your chest as you faced the figure. A man clad in white linen, wrapped around him like a mummy wearing armor. His eyes glowed like the moon under his hood and in his hand he held a crescent shaped dagger, dripping with blood. Your fathers blood. Red. Red. Red. The hooded man raised the dagger, hesitating before looking towards the side. In a split second, a second that your psychologists would tell you was a hallucination, you saw a tall figure with the head of a bird skull, holding a staff. He nodded towards the hooded man and you felt your body go cold. 

A nine year old should never have to see what happened next. 

Your mother shot through the doorway, a lamp in her hand. She caught the man off guard, hitting him over the head with the ceramic. You scrambled to the corner, as red started to flow again. The man stumbled to the side as your mother turned towards you. 

“Y/N, you need to leave! Go to your aunts house, she’ll take you in-” She never finished her sentence. A crescent shaped stain spread on her shirt, a hand ripping backwards, her body falling to the ground. The hooded man looked at you, his gaze freezing you to your spot. He started to move towards you, the dagger dripping with the blood of your parents antagonizing you. 

“Little Y/N, I’m sorry you had to see this, but don’t worry, you will join them in the Field of Reeds shortly.” A second passed where you almost let him take your life. You could join your parents. But a thought crossed your mind, why join them when you could avenge them? In a moment, like an instinct, you fiddled with the necklace your mother had given you - a charm she had called a was-scepter growing warmth between your fingers. You thrust your arms outward, as the man moved to give the last blow, sending him flying backwards. You picked up a piece of ceramic, the shard splitting your skin with how hard you gripped it. You stabbed the man’s leg, watching as red stained his white. A smile grew over your face but fell as you watched the wound heal. Screaming, you repeatedly stabbed the man all over, tears blurring your vision, red filling the room, before you were pushed backwards. The man broke the window above your father’s desk, jumping through the shattered glass. The moon glowed brightly, mocking you. You closed your eyes, counted to ten, like your mother taught you. All a nightmare. Not real. No red. But when you opened them, you were burdened with reality. You collapsed in the space between your parents' bodies, sobs racking your body as you rocked back and forth, shaking your head. 

“No red, no red, no red.” 

That’s how the police found you. A young girl, shaking in the pool of her parents blood, hands split open, eyes clouded over in denial. For you, everything that happened next was a blur. Except for him. A man in a dark suit, his hair braided long and decorated with jewels glinting under the star light. He wore a necklace, a was-scepter charm sparkling as he smiled at you, holding his hand out. A feeling of safety overcame you and you took his hand, disappearing from the precinct. 

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Layla sat on the hotel bed, her hands shaking as she cleaned her knives. The news played on the TV, showing videos of sandstorms ravaging across the Eastern Hemisphere. People running through the streets, their eyes glossed over. She was following them, making sure to let Khonshu know she knew where they were. Marc was in the bathroom, leaning over the sink as he watched Steven’s reflection stare back at him. He opened the medicine cabinet, which had a mirror on the inside, hesitantly watching as another expression appeared. 

“¡Por fin!” The reflection spoke, an exasperated expression on his face, “I’m Jake, nice to meet you, now why did you idiots have to go and screw things up?” Marc and Steven stayed stunned, looking at each other before both shrugging. Jake sighed. 

“We had a good gig, didn’t we? I wore the suit, did all the fun murder, and you guys got to live your perfect lives. Now I have to share the murder.” He said the last part under his breath, annoyed. Steven was about to respond when Layla called out. 

“Marc! Steven!” her tone indicated what was happening. Jake rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever, we can do this later.” Marc looked at Steven, pointing behind him. 

“Do you want to..?” Steven shook his head. 

“Naw, mate. I’m good.” Marc sighed, running a hand through his hair as he walked out of the bathroom, pausing at what he saw. Layla looked at him then towards the corner, where Khonshu now stood. 

“She’s here.” Layla said solemnly as the group watched sand swirl around the hotel building, becoming so thick that the night sky was blocked. The building shook, dark stains like cracks started to fill the walls. They could hear screaming down below, echoing through the air. A figure stepped through the sand, walking slowly, like a predator approaching prey. Her eyes glowed with fire as she smirked. Giggling hysterically, she bit her lip, staring at Khonshu. 

“Found you.”

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You thrived off the fear on their faces. Sighing, faking disappointment, you put your hands in the pockets of your suit pants, prowling the room. 

“You know, I thought you would be better at hiding. Make it a fun hunt for me.” You picked up one of Layla’s daggers from the bed, inspecting it. You threw the dagger at the wall, causing Marc and Layla to jump. You glared at the moon god, your eyes burning with hate. 

“Why won’t you let me have my fun?” You snarled, the shaking intensifying with your anger. Khonshu stepped forward, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“You’re treating this like a game? People are dying, innocents, at your hands and you stand there complaining we’re not following your rules?” He yelled, but you stood there indifferent. You rolled your eyes before adjusting your suit jacket and spreading your arms wide, a dark smile forming on your lips. 

“Oh but Khonshu, don’t you know? This is a game,” You started laughing hysterically, the sand swirling around the building moving faster, becoming a cyclone. You stopped laughing, looking down. You looked at Khonshu, your dark gaze sending chills down the gods spine. 

“We’re playing hide-and-seek, dear Khonshu,” you said in a sweet tone, the cyclone of sand falling down below, flooding the streets, tearing apart cars, taking over the bones of people running away. You laughed darkly as the moon shone into the room. 

“Oh, there’s going to be so much red.” 

#moon knight fanfiction #moon knight x reader #moon knight #steven grant x layla el faouly #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector x layla el faouly #marc spector x reader #marc spector #layla el faouly x reader #layla el faouly #fem!reader #villain!reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader

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it’s your fav anon heroes asker! absolutely agree with you on whatever the hell they did to nathan in s3. i have a theory that someone on the writing staff was just using him as a platform for their daddy issues. anyways, i heard your top tim kringe moments, let’s talk about the top tim king moments! :D

(if all that positivity is too much for your shriveled heart though, feel free to rant about spider!mohinder for a paragraph or two)

Ok ok ok Tim King moments let’s go…

This is like. Actually my favourite show why is this so much harder than ranting about what I hate about it lmaooo I have too much of a hater’s heart…

Well, we all know why I’m really here. Petrelli Family Drama. What can I say I just love a completely fucked up messy family full of secrets and toxic codependent relationships, especially if they’re like, fuckin rich Catholic superpowered mobsters?? The flavour. The layers. As an avowed Nathan Petrelli apologist, everything about that incredibly repressed man and his 92 layers of self loathing and moral confusion is catnip to me, lol. The best bits of s3 are the Arthur backstory and how he literally tried to murder Nathan in cold blood for attempting to stand up to him. And then mother of the year (read: terrible person and terrible mother but crazily enmeshed with Nathan anyway) Angela tried and nearly succeeded in murdering HIM in return!! She’s so metal!! Lmao these bitches are crazy! Tim King across the board!!

And ofc how that feeds into Nathan and Peter’s relationship, how they cling to each other in this insane way bc of growing up in all *gestures* THAT. the implications of that treehouse deleted scene mr Kring when I get you. We’re connected. You give me Nathan you give him back to me body and soul. Sicko meme me: YES!! YESS!!! this was made in a lab to consume my brain from age 12 until. Now. (I’m 30 in a week lmao. Oh my god.)

Goes without saying that s1 is also genuinely a great season of television like it’s well constructed and written and built up and ends in an insane emotionally devastating way. not many notes tbh. Six months ago is great flashback episodes my beloved flashforward episodes my beloathed.

But uhh surprisingly back to my mostly beloathed s3, let me shout out ‘into asylum’ as one of the best episodes in the entire show?? We rarely get Claire+Nathan relationship stuff but I fucking love everything they do with them in that episode. Also shout out to Claire for being a great character and a fucking badass girl I love you babygirl

(Tangential shout out to my actual real babygirl Peter my glowy self righteous emo little empath with the floppy hair my angel my everything mwah)

Oh and grief beard Nathan living in Peter’s apartment wearing his clothes crying over pictures of Peter in s2 ultimate Tim King moment.

Sorry this was so Petrelli tunnel vision but I’m afflicted by it 😔😔😔 sad.

Oh and yeah, spider lizard Mohinder is FUCKING STUPI-

#asks #anon #heroes ramblings #ilu anon!!!! #i love a rant even a positive rant lmao #heroes spoilers

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Drained (4/?)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings; Rating: Brief mention of mast**bation, Angst; 18+ (to be safe)

Premise: The aftermath of Ethan finding out Serena is leaving.

Author’s Note: Y'all asked so you shall receive!! Happy holidays, everyone!! Sending all of you so much love, light, and joy 💖💖 Also, lol I'm so sorry for this chapter. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading 💖

Serena turns on her heels and power walks out of the office, Ethan hot on her tail. 

"Don't you walk away from me!" 

Every staff member looks up from their task at hand, heads whipping to the sound of Ethan's voice reverberating through the hallway. 

"I effectively just handed you my resignation; therefore, you are not my boss anymore and can't tell me what to do!" 

Serena is blazing down the corridor, her white coat catching the breeze she creates, her back to Ethan. 

"I'm not done talking about this!" 

Serena whips around, coming face to face with Ethan, causing him to stop on a dime. 

"What else could you possibly have left to say?"

"My apologies, I wasn't aware that you going after something meant our relationship would become collateral damage, that you would throw us away!" 

Serena throws her hands up in the air and spins in a circle, exasperated beyond belief. 

"You are one to talk! What about Miami?! The Amazon?! Your precious reset?!" 

They're practically screaming at each other now and the entire hospital has gathered on the floor to watch the golden couple of Edenbrook hash it out. 

"How convenient that it absconds you from any consequences when it's your idea, your moral compass lighting the path; but when I follow suit, I'm cold and heartless!" 

"I did those things for you! Which is more than you can say about your act rooted in pure selfishness!"

"I wish I had some popcorn right now," one of the staff members whispers. 

"I have gone over this with you, again and again, Ethan! You're not listening!" 

"I'm liste—" 

"No! You may be hearing me, but you're not listening! You say I'm throwing away our relationship, but there is no relationship, Ethan! Not since you became Chief. You left me to sink or swim as Head of the DT, both professionally and personally. It's like you expected me to grow wings mid-air and learn to fly before I fell, but what I really needed was your guidance. But when I came to you for that, you were either too busy to listen to me or dismissed me as immature and incapable. 

"A relationship should constitute supporting one another and rooting for each other's success. But you dropped me off in the Diagnostics office and never looked back.

"Nowadays, we are always Dr. Harlow and Chief Ramsey. You are constantly in your home office, you miss gatherings, cancel dates, and I can't even count how many nights I went to bed alone, waiting for you! 

"You have become so utterly consumed by this role that it's clear I pale in comparison." 

"That is not true! I love you!" 

"Where?!" Serena flails her arms. "Where?! You say these words, but I can't see them and I certainly don't feel them anymore.

The ink has dried; it's done; there's no going back, Ethan." 

With that, Serena turns and walks away, leaving Ethan standing alone. He doesn't miss the way he's being gawked at by everyone who had gathered to watch the show. 

"All of you, back to work. Now!" 

Everyone scatters and scurries away, while a furious, and deeply hurt, Ethan storms back to his office. 

~~~~~~

In the heat of the moment, consumed by white hot rage, and betrayal, both Serena and Ethan said words they didn't mean, words they regretted. 

Words as sharp as knives, intended to pierce the heart. 

Blood dripped from their egos, shards of their broken hearts scattered around them, digging themselves deeper at every mention and longing glance. 

In her remaining weeks, Serena distracted herself by ensuring a smooth transition of the team to Tobias and packing up her life, getting all of her affairs in order. 

On her last day, fifteen minutes before her shift ended, she entered Ethan's office, signed resignation letter in hand. 

It's empty and she lets out a sigh of relief. She gently lays the letter down on his mahogany desk, fingers trailing along the grain. 

All of the little moments they had shared surround her: the harmony of their laughter, the unspoken conversations through a charged look, the ecstasy they had chased. 

She knows in her heart of hearts that she's doing what is best for her, but she is sorry for how everything went down, a sad smile blooming across her face. 

What she doesn't know is Ethan is quietly watching her from around the corner, the glass walls finally good for something. He swallows over the lump that has taken permanent residence in his throat in the past few weeks. 

Too wounded to make amends, they just miss each other, walking in different directions, one on either side of a chasm widening ever further between them.

~ 1 Month Later ~ 

Ethan blazes through the corridor, hell-bent on what? No one really knows, but they can make an educated guess. 

Ever since Serena left, Ethan's usually grumpy demeanor turned into straight hellfire. His lectures now veering on tirades, the smallest things setting him off, nit-picking anything and everything concerning the hospital. 

As soon as the familiar sound of his dress shoes clicking against the linoleum echo through the halls, everyone makes themselves scarce, diving into any nearby crack and crevice, hoping against hope that he isn't looking for them. 

His tough exterior has grown impenetrable, walls as high as a fort. 

But what they don't see is the mask slipping every single night when he returns home. How he can't go anywhere in his apartment without being reminded of her. 

How she'd curl up with Jenner on the couch, decompress with her phone on her side of his bed, wrap her arms around his neck right after spraying her perfume. 

The last time she'd made dinner in his kitchen. Where things went straight to hell.

All of these images, and more, play on repeat in his mind, the only things numbing the pain being Jenner, scotch, and slumber, when he's lucky enough to actually fall asleep.  

He sits shirtless, propped against his headboard, a crystal tumbler in hand, and looks out his bedroom floor-to-ceiling windows every night. 

But the view no longer looks the same; it's now dull and noisy and the windows themselves are a different type of hell. A constant reminder of the first time he touched her, tasted her, felt her.

Their bare skin touching, sliding across one another, their eyes conveying more than words ever could, their moans and groans intertwining together as they made love. 

More often than not, the memory turns him on, and he's reduced to reaching down his boxers to take care of himself. 

But nothing will ever come close to the real thing. To her. 

The way she always has them laughing in the afterglow, planting loving kisses across his chest, her head over his heartbeat, and their fingers interlaced.

A wave of self-loathing always follows. He doesn't need to do this - he could go out to any bar in Boston and come home with any woman he wanted. 

But he doesn't want anyone. 

He wants her. 

He needs her.

And knowing that he played such a pivotal role in driving away the person he loves most in this world, suffocates him. 

#dr ethan ramsey #dr. ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan fic #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey fic #ethan ramsey x mc #choices fanfic #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #open heart #ethan ramsey open heart

[katyspersonal]

BLOODY CROW VS ALBERICH

Who is winning the edgelord contest?

LMAO. I see you still haven't learned to stop pitting the kings against each other sjffhdsd Well, I actually think Alberich might win this one..? xD

Okay, so, Bloody Crow is, indeed, edgy: he is one of the guardians of the vampire queen using the sword that he powers up with the blood and that keeps draining from his life force, he is heavily implied to hunt the hunters themselves to get the blood dregs from them (hence the affiliation, and the heresy to what Hunters of Hunters should REALLY do; feed corpses to the birds). His look ALONE is pretty edgy; he has all the Cainhurst drip but chest piece is the cape inspired by crow feathers, and he is also one of like, three survivors of the castle ruined by religious fanatics, still latching onto what he knew despite not being able to return (Annalise tells us we are her only affiliate after we contract with her).

So like, yeah, why would Alberich win? Because of the term you used, lol! xD 'Edgelord' would imply like... humorously, comically, unnecessarily over-the-top with angst and blood and all against the society, and honestly, Crow is more serious (dare I say, tragic?) character than meets the eye! Besides, the 'edginess' of his weapons is reduced because it is just normal covenant weapon for them!

Alberich though? Like I mentioned, if you remove his hat in alteration of outfits, you can see similar process with Azur and Lusat, but with bloody glintstones instead of their comet ones. I don't even know whether he did that to himself, or he was likewise an exiled criminal; he uses cold sorceries as well, and Staff of the Sinner/Guilty/whatever? I feel as though nothing about his data suggesting any eyes injury or absence (unlike, say, with the sisters) implies that he inflicted the blindness on himself by never taking the bandage, because he JUST decided bloody sorcery was cooler, hahaha. Regardless of the interpretation, dude is edgy. Again, the blood glintstones are reviled as they're brought by stabbing (if not killing) other people! The dude also uses his own blood to create spiky bloody vines - sorry, but this is MORE edgy than simply coating the sword in the blood that is already IN the sheath; Crow doesn't even STAB himself, unlike Maria!

But more importantly? He is said to be asocial in general, keeping away from people. ...and he was driven mad by "jeering tongues", whereas dropping an item Taunter's Tongue that is golden in color, whereas Ensha is stated to have golden bones, whereas he doesn't speak, so I conclude Alberich cut out his tongue for talking shit about him! Like!! Okay, look, that is VERY edgy! Like, unnecessary over-the-top reaction, that I think Bloody Crow would not have had! In fact, I believe Crow might even enjoy it if people talk shit about him? And I feel like Crow has more merit to needing to keep away from the society with his story and goals, whereas Alberich is more on the "studying heretical magic that those plebs just won't "understand"" side!

^^^ that's Alberich with blood glintstones when he appears in the Roundtable Hold frrrrrr fhdhds xddd

...but also, Alberich is wearing blood glintstones on his clothes. It is like, showing off how many people he stabbed, since blood turns into them. Crow doesn't really show off his 'crimes' like that.

Honorable mentions: 1) Me and @val-of-the-north headcanon that Alberich enjoys consuming blood, like adding it in the tea or whatnot, and that is WITHOUT any vampiric implications, which is edgier 2) If theory about Gideon being his father holds up, that'd give Alberich HEAVY daddy issues, which would add to the angstiness. 3) I just... like, if I had to choose which one of these characters would give a villain speech full of oddly specific, even petty grudges, I'd totally pick Alberich! I feel like Crow would either not even honor his opponent with a word unless seriously pissed off (by refusing to die fast enough? xD), or he would be kind of on point.

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Argh. This ask had no business being THIS hard. These characters do not even have a darn dialogue, I have to walk in the dark and base my judgement on headcanons. ;-; Please never do it again.

#ask replies #bloodborne #bloody crow of cainhurst #elden ring #mad tongue alberich #woe! fromsoft's superwholock be upon ye! #bloodborne headcanons #elden ring headcanons #this is not even my final form but i started to get frustrated by how hard this question was! #so sorry i will stop here!!!! #but you are welcomed to argue actually! i might have a bit of lacking perspectives here #maybe i am wrong or maybe I am right BUT missed a detail or two! #please help xd

[hekateinhell]

I wake up and the first thing I see is VC but make it Grey’s Anatomy!!! It’s gotta be an absolute ho down in there. I feel like this is one of those instances where Nicky could be included? If you’re capitalizing on Lestat’s perpetual optimism and his ability to make people feel good about themselves, give them back hope, etc., I feel like Nicky could either be one of his patients or some kind of intern following Lestat around and slowly falling for him. Also pediatrician Louis!! and this 5 y/o orphan patient of his he grows increasingly fond of. He’s overall excellent with kids but he does have a soft spot her. Also living for Armand’s Rowan Mayfair era! Cold, seemingly detached surgeon who’s the best at his job even if no one can quite make him open up. Maybe Louis and Bianca could be his confidants as he slowly learns to be more of a person. He’s gotta be sneaking around with that anesthesiologist in the dl tho, and Armand goes on and on about it just being sex, no feelings attached, it’s just their way of decompressing after a long day, but he’s just fooling himself. Also lmaoo at Marius being the chief of medicine 💀 he’s had to have fucked everyone at least once. Except Santino ofc who talks shit about him to anyone who’ll listen. There’s gotta be room for Gabrielle too because if someone gives bitchy doctor vibes it’s her but let me think. Anyhow I love this sm!!! xoxo yours truly dungeon anon

I feel like I literally stood in front of the mirror saying Blood Mary, because @apoptoses and I were in a tizzy just now about everything

I totally wanted to factor Nicki in! Either as a patient or as a reason why Lestat got into the profession.

Omg Louis and his Claudia patient 😭 Maybe he adopts her as a single dad once she gets better (this is a soap opera I can do what I want).

Armand is absolutely sneaking around with the anesthesiologist on the dl, but also everyone else. The rest of the staff now knows to knock on all the supply closets and on-call rooms before entering. No idea what the ending Armand ship would be though, so I stay stressed! (I want him getting spanked bloody over the therapist's couch before every major operation lol I'm conflicted).

Marius has fucked all of them once, the residents "joke" about it being an initiation. Everyone except Louis who just stared him down until Marius made an excuse and scrambled away saying he had to go meet his wife (Pandora, chief of staff).

Gabrielle... Head of obstetrics? Imagine Gabby delivering your baby LMAO 😭😭

#dungeon anon #you ask and hekate answers #vc #fic ideas #fic: hospital AU

[leninova1997]

Really random headcanon stuff about Doom3guy from my novel (series) 'cause why not

Obviously, he is not and never will be my own character. Yet doesnt mean i cannot work on him and extend his personal depth in the name of creation.

- He is easily fitting into the “silent but deadly” type. Not a huge fan of wasting his time on small talk or somehow have them change their minds: he either takes his chances in action or nothing else (well, for the most part that is)

- From the outside, he can be seem like a cold, distant, unfriendly individual who has no feelings and only has interest in his own things. While in reality, he is just a person who is extremely picking when it comes to trust and reliability (mostly taken from his own experiences). He wont spare anything on those who dont deserve it. His introverted side doesnt “help” the situation either (he doesnt really care since this kind of operating has proven to be more useful in the long run, even with all the disadvantages intact). In fact, he may not be the most easily approachable person, however he has a truly loving heart that has all the place to those who he really cares about. You could even say he has a totally changed personality when they are around: he is talkative, friendly, very supportive, encouraging and smiles a lot. Its a rare sighing yet stunning to see and experience. 

- He is the type of guy who would stay behind and fight to his last drop of blood just to make sure, anyone who is involved gets to have the change to be saved. He puts everybody in the first place, then himself on the second. It is not rooted in ego rather in his fundamental beliefs: he is the leader, he is the man, he is the father - he has to step up, has to be the strongest line of defence and at the same time be ready for the possibility to give the best of his best or even his life for others. And he is never shy about projecting this kind of view: he is absolutely convinced, this is the reason he is around and the main purpose of his existence. If you ask me, his father had a great influence on him for sure 

- He was born on the 13th of January, 2118 (not friday!). Originally the place of birth was New York City, then decided to ditch the idea for a better alternative and a sharper narrative contrast. I hope one day you get to see why

- He joined the marines right after he graduated from high school. He was not only preparing heavily for the entry test (we all know who notoriously hard it is and i can confidently believe this wont change a lot in the future) during the 4 years but was a huge dream of his (again, his father’s influence since he served the UAC in the same way, for a fairly long time before his death). Before he got stripped from his rank and achievements, he made it to the “sergeant” (and wasnt too far to make it to “staff sergeant”). 

- He got married with his high school sweetheart not soon after he got accepted to join the marine corps. Their connection is much more based on deep emotional and intellectual properties rather than purely on physical attraction (its there though). Essentially they are total opposites who complete each other (like she is an very open, overly kind hearted and emotionally expressive individual yet a little bit naive and shy) but that doesnt automatically mean they cannot attach to the same principles and live by that. Its more about balance and a steady state that they are both happy and confident in. Also, one of the simplest conformations about their dynamic is how they usually sleep: big spoon - small spoon since it not only represents perfectly their inner sides but their relation to each other in the relationship (or because its romantic in this way and they like it a lot, lol)

- His wife and daughter (born in 2138) not only represent a strong pillar in his life but something essential he can always return to find refuge and (emotional) support in. He is a tough guy with a strong personality and enough hard times behind his back, yet he is not immune to the overwhelming hopelessness and sadness that lingers around and even more inside him. This kind of craving for care become much more evident when he returned back from Mars and had to deal with the trauma of the invasion, the truth and the agonizing nightmares that never stopped haunting him for years. His wife worked as a psychiatrist for the Company, although it wasnt truly her expertise in the field that were needed in these cases, rather her affectionate and devoted nature that helped him out the gutter many times. 

Sorry, i had to put this gif here because its so beautiful  😭 😭 😭

- He has his own interest in many things, but the most important was always drawing to him, especially in an illustrative way. He has a great photographic memory, so combining this with his skills, it often results in well made even stunning art pieces. He kind of neglected his hobby when he become the member of the army, but after his daughter was born, he started to return back to it more and more. He didnt really imagine himself doing this for long or for life, however the entertainment value never seemed to fade away

- He is a huge fan of travelling, specially in tropical and/or warmer areas such as the Mediterranean peninsula, Central and South America and some parts of Southeast Asia. Wasnt the best experience for him though when he had to serve in such places like Syria, Libanon and Libya since the temperature and the environmental conditions were unbearable at best (along with the warzones he had to anticipate in). But to prove somewhat he is an actual admirer: he had his honeymoon in Portugal (it was a short weekend) which he still likes to relive to this day. 

- He is a great grandson of a somewhat “famous” individual (who is NOT polish and have nothing to do with WW2, rather was active during the difficult era from the early 2030s and later 2040s). His first name comes from his deceased uncle to honor his remembrance (thanks to his father) who was suffering from Duchenne dystrophy and died in an early age. His name was given when Mars and colonization was a hot topic during the 2090s and many parents named their child after or in connection with the planet. 

I hope you liked my mindblowing post, hope to make more in the future. I guess

Cheers

#doom3 #doom3guy #novel #characterlist #doom #dontkillmeimjustacrazyfangirllmao

[earthbovndmisfit]

HHHHHHHHAHAHAHA I just pictured Jonathan and Speedwagon being constantly all over each other like Squalo and Tiziano even in public

Sadly I'm not sure they could get away with that in 1800s England but imagine people just being completely confuzzled by it

--

"Dr. Joestar why is Mr. Speedwagon on your lap?"

Jonathan: "We're out of chairs." There's at least five more chairs.

"Ok but why are his arms around your shoulders?"

Jonathan: "He needs a place to rest his arms."

"YOU'RE LITERALLY TOUCHING HIS ABS."

Speedwagon: "His hands are cold."

Anon, you just reminded me of a very old art piece that I don't think I'd posted here before but that may fit this scenario very well...

"As long as I have a lap, Mister Speedwagon will always have a place to sit on. It's just 'simple courtesy'." -Dr. Jonathan Joestar, in some attempt to appease the rumors without having to take his hands away from his dear.

Also! Just adding on to what you mentioned about this kind of thing in the 1800s, surprisingly, it was possible to do this and get away with it, but there definitely had to be some degree of secrecy. This is probs going to turn into some kind of gay history lesson and I apologize beforehand ;u;

Back then, the "ancestors" of gay clubs were already a thing. They were known as molly houses and, though many believe they were exclusively male brothels, the reality is that most of the molly houses were basically "social clubs" for gay men. These were secret spots since male homosexuality was a huge taboo and was also illegal and could be punished by the law, so you basically had to literally search for them if you were interested in visiting those spots.

In those gay pubs, men were allowed to partake in many different activities that were deemed "inappropriate" for a man at the time, meaning that things like crossdressing, or just hanging out with your boyfriend, or seeking for a male partner, were all possible there. So, essentially, you could go there and gay as hard as you wanted "in public" without any real repercussions, as all the men there were also gay (and even if you were in bad blood with anyone there, chances are they wouldn't be able to out you before society since that would also out them in the process lol).

Molly houses aside, it wasn't as uncommon as one would think at first in some circles -mid-upper classes, though not exclusively- back then for a man to have a male "close friend" who was actually his boyfriend and who was always introduced and known in public as a "good friend :)". Some married men in these circles would do this too, as they too would have a male "close friend" who was their boyfriend, all this with the full knowledge and consent of the married man's wife. They would even start their own family with the 3 parenting the children the married couple eventually had. So, yeah! polycules, especially those consisting of a man and his wife and the married man's boyfriend (the married man's partners remaining as friends only), were a thing already back then, and they even had a specific name for this type of relationship: Menage-a-trois.

With all this in mind, it's safe to say there was a degree of complicity between the couple/polycule and the staff working for them at home (maids, butlers, coachmen, etc), as no one outside of the household should know what was going on, save for maybe some friends and veeery occasionally, the families of the partners.

All this yadda yadda said: Yesss~ That scenario may have been a lot more possible than one would think at first ;D

#amazing ask btw!!!! #they are just keeping each other warm and kissing the homie (full homo) your honor #jjba #jonathan joestar #speedwagon #jonawagon #phantom blood #speedguapo #speedjona #jonaspeed #speedstar #robert e o speedwagon #basurito #long post #sorry about the infodumping on you anon #i can be a huge nerd sometimes #;o;

[jun-ipher]

Is Manga chishiya that bad lmao. Tbh I didn’t finish the manga 💀 maybe Netflix chishiya is the best chishiya lol

Also yeah!!! I’m a sucker for a cold character that show jealousy too hahaha.

Here’s another scene my brain concocted instead of sleeping last night.

Y/n got into the emergency. The nurses gossips that a celebrity is there. There isn’t a lot of emergency doctor at that time and they’re not badly injured but when Chishiya heard it he rushed to the emergency department 😩. The nurses be like “you’re here to see them too? I didn’t know you’re interested in celebrity too Chishiya sensei.” And chishiya pull the “that’s my wife” line.

Or

Let’s say y/n is scared of needle. Like a trauma from borderland. When he arrived and saw the iv drip needle thing (I have no idea what’s it’s called) he removed it himself. When the emergency doctor asked what’s his doing to their patient. He said that y/n is scared of needle and they might wake up soon anyway. Coworker be like “Chishiya sensei are you a fan too?”

And he’s like “I’m their husband😐”

Or

Y/n just woke up and keep calling his nickname. They obviously have no idea who/ what is it. The doctor/ nurses there are trying to calm them down or thinking they’re hallucinating and then bam 💥 Chishiya make his grand entry 🤗 and is like yeah that’s me.

i mean manga chishiya has quite an antisocial behaviour, but that works only in fiction, not reality

lmfaoooo hospital staff being shocked that dr chishiya is a fan and then pulling the "that's my spouse" card is ICONIC. it's showing them that yes, not only is he smart and hot, he is also dating a celebrity. he is sooo much better than you guys

iv stands for intravenous, which basically means "in the vein". the needle with the small bendable tube is the iv, and it's used to carry fluid, medicine and blood. as a doctor himself, i am pretty sure he wouldn't just remove the iv because y/n has a fear of needles, especially if it's needed for treatment. but maybe he would do something to make it better? like adding a cute sticker. i remember when i was little and i had to stay in the hospital for a couple weeks because of pneumonia, the paediatrician stuck a butterfly sticker on top of the winged iv catheter because i was terrified of having a needle permanently in my arm. i thought that if i moved too much, the needle would prick all my insides and come out through the other side. since netflix chishiya is a paediatric cardiologist, i am positive he could do that too

chishiya with a nickname is soooo cute!!! i imagine the staff wanting to tease him about it and him just shutting them all up with a glare lool

#chishiya shuntaro #anon <3

[omori-sv-au]

Another gator guy but I spent too long on them lol(I got carried away once I thought of extra drawings with animals)

Introducing… Fiadh!(They/them[Name means wild!]) they’ve been working at last resort for some months now, specifically helping with crime. They’re rather hard to get a hold of when not actively on the clock and so doesn’t even bother with being careful about being connected back to Last Resort. They were first asked about joining when it came about(via incident surrounding a (insert local dangerous animal) near a robbery) that the animals wouldn’t attack them, and it was figured maybe they could control them which would be pretty useful. They did not even know they have a super power and still don’t. And it’s just being able to befriend any wild animal(so no tamed/domesticated/in captivity animals) and they’re rather elusive since usually they just hang out in the woods completely unbothered buy anything. They have no grasp on why people get scared whenever they see something that could kill them in a couple seconds- after all they’re all quite friendly and polite. They just signed the contract after finding out it was only a nightshift job. They ran off when they were about 17 some many years back and have since been pronounced dead, they are blissfully unaware of this. They’re pretty much completely disconnected from society, only ever going into town when their clothes stop fitting, and so figure that murder and robbery and huge fights are just every day life now. Blood does make them a bit queasy though, and they couldn’t bring them selves to cause more than a couple broken bones which isn’t always great in their line of work. They bring in different weird berry and plant blends every Friday to share with everyone else, exactly what varying with what’s in season. Most look toxic but Fiadh swears they’re all delicious and completely safe to eat. Used to pretty much hibernate through winter but now that they have to come out, when it gets cold enough to risk frostbite or hypothermia they just use their pay from last resort to get a room at last resort. They’d have the same sleep schedule as a cat(waking up whenever but mostly dawn/dusk) if it weren’t for work so even during winter and on days they don’t do stuff they’re hard to catch since they just sleep most of the time that people would be milling about. On more than one occasion crows they have befriended have come to their aid when missions are compromised. Oh how wonderful crows are. Also they come in handy whenever there’s an incident with bees. Also, they seemingly do not cough up blood but I wouldn’t put it past them to. The bear pictured in the image above is Sod and Fiadh hangs out with them a lot(ever since they were a cub actually. When Fiadh found out that cameras were available nearby the first thing they did was buy one and the second was take a picture with Sod to later proudly display at work by magnet-pinning it to the communal staff fridge.).

HOLY SHIT I LOVE THEM????? their power is so silly omg being silly with animals…… but also bro likes to commit crimes too GAH DAMN!!!!! honestly i respect them i too would like to go fuck off to the woods and hang out with bears and shit sounds fun tbh theyre so silly!!!!!! and i LOVE sod bears are so silly

#non character ask #others art #others ocs

[howhow326]

What if I made a TKC/Riordanverse self insert? Haha jk... Unless:

Basics

Name: Timothy Howard

Meaning: It's my first name and my middle name switched, stop asking questions decade old oc template!

Ethnicity: African-American

Age: 16

DOB: June 28

Height: 5'7

Weight: 127 pounds

BMI: idk

Zodiac: Cancer

Birthplace: Maryland, USA

Current residence: 21st Nome

Personality

Good Traits: Curious, Clever, Patient

Bad Traits: Secretive, Stubborn

Habits: Staring off into space

Hobbies/Pastimes: Reading, Video Games

Fears: Spiders

Dreams: become a scientist

Goals: master magic!

Favorite Color: Dark Blue

Favorite Food: anything sweet

Favorite Scent: Wut? Umm, flowers???

Favorite Song: He dosen't have one

Relationships

Mother: His mom

Relationship: Positive

Father: His dad

Relationship: Positive

Siblings?: 3 of them

Relationship: Positive

Closest Friends: oof

Boy/Girlfriend?: Carter Kane- jk! Unless

Physical

Build: Scrawny, but has strong legs

Hair color: Black

Hairy type: Coily

Hair style: Side Fade

Eye color: Dark Hazel

Magical

Primary magic: Animal Charming (Primates, Owls)

Secondary Magic: Divine Words

Magical item/s: Staff and Wand, everything else in the Magician starter kit

Following the path of… Thoth

Blood of the Pharaohs?: Kandake (don't bother me with how it's not 100% historicly accurate, I'm trying to be special)

Godling? - no lol

Avatar? - no lol

General magical capabilities: Timothy is really good at the magic he specializes in and really bad at the magic he dosen't. While he prefers to charm the two animal types listed above, he can work with pretty much anything that's not a spider. He's also an expect at transformation and transmutation, and turning his staff into a bleeding-heart baboon is his battle go to move.

■■ Timothy knows the Divine Words "Ha-di" (destroy), "Maw" (water), and "Se-kebeb" (make cold) by heart and uses them whenever he can't Animal Charm himself out of a problem. Although he isn't particularly good at reading Hieroglyphs.

■■■Outside of those two specialities, Timothy can also use water and wind magic, but he's so bad at it that it's like the dollar store version of elemental magic. He can't do anything else lol.

Background

Crazy story really - the day Timothy found the Djed amulet in his locker was the same day some Greek monster snuck into the school to eat some random halfblood.

Before he got to said unnamed halfblood, the monster noticed Timothy could see his true form and attacked him thinking he was prey. A satyr plant at the school saved him, and spirited him away to Camp halfblood without an explanation.

The whole time Timothy was there, everyone and there grandma kept saying "yep, your definitely a child of Athena" and Timothy kept pushing back because his favorite greek god was Poseidon and he took the rivalry thing seriously.

Eventually Mr. D takes a look at him and goes, "i think you might be in the wrong place" and sent him over to Brooklyn. Hilarious right!

Anyway, Timothy spends his time being Felix's found family big brother and having a platonic crush on Carter. Whatever that means.

#riordanverse #tkc #tkc carter #carter kane #tkc felix #the kane chronicles #tkc oc #tkc si #im not a self shipper #im not in denile #lol #just made a pun on accident #but yeah im not self shipping #kandake