#but if they looked younger than their age can I just chalk it up to Steven's healing powers?

[aurasplanet]

PERV carl grimes x fem!reader

warnings — both are 18+, part two to caught, carl is a few years older than reader, reader is daryl’s adopted daughter, perv!sub!carl, carl is a peeking tom, cock slapping, oral (m and f!receiving), reader is kinda a mean!dom

ever since that night you haven’t left carl’s mind. the way you controlled him without even touching him, it drove him crazy. you instructed his every movement, told him when to stop, told him when not to stop. safe to say he was fucked stupid even though you didn’t lay a finger on him.

and he swears you’re tempting him.

the skimpier clothes you wear, always talking about how hot it is so no one bats an eye. but he sees right through you, he sees that teasing look you give him. you want to get another reaction out of him. his pride is telling him not to satisfy you, but everything else in him is screaming to give in.

then there’s the closeness, all of a sudden you’re always near him. if you can get away with it, touching him too. not in the way carl wants, in the way it’s so sickeningly close it drives him nuts. he’s always had his eye on you, you weren’t that much younger than him, close enough in age. but it’s different now.

“hey carl.” fuck, he can just hear it in your voice. it’s teasing and it’s flirty, and no one seems to notice a thing. trust, if daryl could tell, carl would be pounded into flat stanley.

carl gulps when your arm comes over his shoulder, your face way too close to his for him to act normal. “hi,” he breathes out, hand nervously coming up to your waist. he was standing next to his dad, who was going over something with your dad, and everyone’s dad, glenn.

“now that’s a little close.” daryl grumbles, pulling you more towards him. they’ve come to notice the shift in your friendship, of course never chalking it up to you watching carl fuck himself. but did they need to know that anyway?

you look up to your dad with pleading eyes, “actually, i was here to ask if i could babysit judith today?” carl’s eye widens, babysit judith his ass. she’s at the age where she does hardly anything but sleep. of course, that’s in his favor, and he’s growing nervous at your offer.

daryl looks between you and carl with a scowl on his face, then to glenn and rick who shrug. rick’s always happy for the extra help, not yet knowing what it’s like to have to watch over a grown daughter. “fine.” you clap and grab carl’s hand, walking away with him with a small ‘thank you’, ignoring their confused looks.

“why are you taking me with you?”

you take your hand out of his and cross your arms, “do you not want me to?” he shakes his head frantically and grabs your hand again, letting you lead him. he soon realizes you’re on the path to your house, not his.

he tilts his head, “what about judith?”

“she’s with olivia. she’ll cover for me.” you’re not exactly sure about that, but you’re willing to risk it.

carl nods, walking with you and trying to keep up the same pace. despite being so lost in his head. he clears his throat, “so… uh, what are we gonna do?”

you giggle, “you’re cute carl.” you don’t miss how his ears turn red, the confusion spreading over his face. no doubt he’s never been called that before. “we could… read comics?”

he can hide the dejection on his face, that little cover up story, sneaking off together, all to read comics? “are you just trying to drive me crazy?” you turn to him with a smile and wink, walking him up your steps.

the longer he’s there the more pissed off he gets. you truly did just read comics. despite the glances you kept sending his way, like you were waiting for something, you never actually did anything. don’t get him wrong, he loves the spider-man volumes you have, but he thinks he’d love his head buried between your thighs more.

he can’t help but zone out thinking about it, adjusting his jeans when they get too tight. you watch him amusedly as his eye stays on one page for a good five minutes. “you done yet?” his gaze snaps up, looking to his side for you before looking up.

“when did you get up?”

“oh a long time ago.” you didn’t, you just stood up to go shower, but it was funny to mess with him. watch his pretty face turn red knowing you’re the only one who’s done it. “anyway, i’m gonna go take a shower.”

his face turns possibly even redder and he just nods curtly. he watches you walk around your room to grab everything you need, focus trained on your hips especially. when you turn around he scrambles to pick his comic back up, squinting his eye shut when you laugh. he waits until you go into the bathroom, he waits until the water runs to finally breathe.

he looks down and fucking hell is his boner obvious. he doesn’t know whether to be upset that you didn’t make fun of him this time or not. he sighs, unzipping his jeans and palming himself through his boxers. he has to be quick, before you can get out and catch him, again. or maybe he could let it play out… his head was a mini battle field.

no matter how hard he focused the running water brought him out of his head. he felt so gross, but it couldn’t be too bad if he stole a peek? just so things wouldn’t have to be all his imagination anymore.

he zips his pants and looks out the door, making sure daryl hasn’t come home yet. he crosses the hall to the bathroom, furrowing his brow at the ajar door. he pushes it a little and pokes his head in just enough to see. he swore he could cum then and there, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away no matter how hard he tried.

he lost track of time, practically drooling at the sight in front of him like some stupid teen boy. which he guess he had a mind of, after all that little night you two had together was the first time he did anything with anyone.

his eye widens when you step out, while body on display with water droplets cascading down. he was frozen, unaware of his hand going down his pants as you changed in front of him. he felt dirty, you had no idea did you?

oh you did, he should have known better, seriously. it’s you, he’s him, he’s a fucking perv. you knew it, you knew you had to tempt him. it’s what you had been waiting on. you needed him to finally give in and do just what you expected so you had the excuse to use and punish him just how you wanted.

he leans his head against the edge of the door frame, eye shut and mouth agape in a silent moan as he tries to get off before you notice. but you swing the door open, fist latching onto his collar to bring his face towards yours.

“what are you doing?” you ask with a knowing smirk. god, he’s so shameless. he looks embarrassed but he hasn’t faltered or slowed his movements at all. he kept eye contact and his heavy breath mixed with yours before he kissed you. it was needy and hungry and messy, full of inexperience and desperation.

you separate from his lips, attaching yours to his neck. you smirked at his moans, pushing him against the counter and motioning for him to sit on it. you place your hand over his and squeeze, a whine leaning his throat in response. you suck and nibble on the skin of his collarbone, hand traveling from his back to his hair, giving it a small tug.

he whimpers your name, “so loud, what if someone walks in, huh?” he squirms and you smirk at his reaction, picking your head up to look at him. swollen lips, dilated pupil, and that look that was begging for you.

"y/n!" carl gasps, your tug a bit harsher this time. the force led you to be in control of his head, and you lifted it so he would look into your eyes. he looked embarrassed, his pretty face painted with pink. "don't look at me like that.”

he attempts to get out of your grasp to no avail. he felt so small under your gaze, like a prey facing its predator. and he hates how turned on he was getting from it. he hates how despite everything he’s built up, the thought of finally getting taken care of is too fucking good to pass up.

he was lost in his head until he felt the cold air of his room hit his now bare cock. he whimpered at the feeling, glancing down to your eyes that were already set on his face. his cheeks once again returned to their pink hue that seemed to come around every time you did. he sucked in a sharp breath and let his head fall back when he felt your hand wrap around him, giving his cock a few strokes.

he felt bliss in that moment, eye screwed shut. but his moment was quickly ruined when a searing pain travel from his erection and up his body. he jerked forward, tears springing his eye as he looked down at the culprit. you just stared back at him with that innocent smile that kills him.

"why'd you do that?" he asked, lip trembling.

“you didn’t think i’d let you get away with being a dirty perv?” he blinks and you just start jerking him off once more at the lack of response.

he whines your name, shutting his eyes, snapping them open again when you slapped his cock for a second time. "stop!" he cries, his head falling back.

"you know, you look pitiful," you mutter, voice merely above a whisper as you slowly dragged your hand up and down his shaft. "nothing is tying you down or forcing you through this. you like it." carl rolls his eye at your accusation. he knew you were right, he just wasn't going to admit it.

you begin licking from the base of his cock to the tip. carl was a whining mess now, squirming on the countertop, trying his best to keep his eye on yours. you started to bob your head up and down, delicious noises escaping from the boy above you. you wanted to laugh at him, how desperately he wanted to close his eye, shy away from you.

you slide off him with a pop, "what's wrong, carl?" you ask innocently, the look on your face similar to your voice. he whimpered at the sight of you, your mouth so close to him while all you did was lazily jerk him off.

carl just pants, breath quickening when you went back to the task at hand. it took everything in him not to buck his hips up, because with your rules, he didn't know what would come to him if he did. your pace quickened when carl warned you of his approaching orgasm, whines, moans, and groans leaving his pretty pink lips. his stomach muscles would contract every now and then. finally he came, whimpers of your name falling from his lips as if it were the only word he knew.

you kept going until he pushed you away, "no, can't take anymore..." his voice was shaky, and he repeatedly took in breaths. he looked so pretty, shaking and panting. all because of you.

"well, what am i supposed to do then?" you fake pout, tilting your head teasingly. you stand up, taking off your shit and giggling at carl’s shameless gawking gaze. he adjusted in his seat, watching with amazement as you continued to strip in front of him. "shirt off," you instruct, the boy obeying immediately.

carl thought for a second before he opened his mouth, "sit here." his face was red as he moved, picking you up and placing you on the counter.

you quirk a brow at him, “what are you planning?” he opens his mouth to speak, but you’ve reduced him to something so small he can’t even force it out of him.

“i’ll show you.” his hands messily fiddle with your shorts, tugging them off of you. he attaches his lips to you immediately and you feel him groan into your pussy, the vibrations causing a moan to leave your lips. you couldn't help but move, slightly riding his face. he seemed to be enjoying it, his eyes closed.

you gripped at one of your breasts, then using one of carl’s hands to replace your own. you knew he was trying to jerk himself off secretly, failing miserably, but you decided not to interrupt him. after all his mouth was so good, albeit inexperienced it was him. and he was enjoying it as much as you were. if not more.

carl whimpers, mumbling the words ‘gonna cum’ into your cunt. "hold it," you command, combing your fingers through his hair, causing a moan to rip from his throat.

"can't!" carl’s eyes were screwed shut, nose scrunched up and lips forming an 'o' shape.

"you can, and you will. you're not incapable of such a simple task, carl," your voice was stern, the control you had over him driving him crazy. when you felt let yourself dangerously close, you gave carl permission. he was very loud, adorable moans of your name leaving his red and swollen lips, although muffled. his hands go to grip your thighs tightly when you cum on his tongue, afraid you were going to disappear if he hadn't kept you close.

he rests his head on your thigh, looking up at you with a small laugh. "thank you..." he trails off, his face was red, and his voice was very quiet. everything seemed awkward to him now. he stands up and you lean forward to give him another kiss, it was softer this time, a small moan from carl traveling to your mouth.

“you shouldn’t be thanking me for a punishment.”

carl shrugs, leaning his head on your shoulder. “got you to myself though now, didn’t i dixon?”

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #carl grimes #carl grimes smut #twd x reader #twd fanfiction #twd oneshot #twd imagine #twd smut #carl grimes oneshot #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes x fem!reader

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about old man Price and the kinks he likes to indulge in.

Pairing: John Price x Top Male Reader

Content tags: 18+, MDNI, breeding kink, age gap

A/N: this is dedicated to a very special anonie, I hope you enjoy and please feel free to send in another request!

Thinking about price who thinks he’s unable to catch anyone eyes, aged and worn out by time, only to have you, the youngest recruit on base deeply infatuated with him, going as far as to even make Price your boyfriend.

He was very well aware that the two of you were in the honeymoon phase, that it was bound to end at some point. However for whatever reason, you couldn’t seem to get enough of your boyfriend, so much so you wake him up during the early hours of the morning with your head between his thighs, or you’d have Price ride you all night even when his cock has long gone soft and barley spurting cum. He’d even have to go as far as to keep you in his mouth just to keep you satisfied while he was recovering for another round because no matter how much you came you’d quickly get hard again.

And sure while he can chalk up your insatiable behavior to having a high sex drive, he can’t help but feel like you almost have a goal in mind: cumming in him so many times, having him keep a butt plug inside so none of it spills out, even going as far as using your fingers to check just to make sure none of it has spilled out.

It’s almost as if you’re hoping it’ll take, as if somehow you’d manage to put a child in him, even though it’s practically impossible because Price doesn’t even have a womb to begin with.

But the thought doesn’t seem to leave his head, and he continues thinking about how you are possibly trying to make him pregnant, an old man like him who’s already passed that age, how you, someone much younger than him, were possibly taking it up as a challenge to put a baby inside of him.

“You trying to get this old man pregnant?” He finally says after weeks of keeping the thought in his head, stark naked and laid out on your bed with a smirk on his face. You who’d been hovering over him freeze in place, embarrassed at the fact that your kink had been discovered but just as you’re about to explain yourself you feel his heels dig into your back as he pulls you closer to him. You feel his coarse mustache hair brushing against your ear, hot breath washing over your skin as he whispers the words “ then do it, come on, I’d like to see you try”

From then on Price shows you that he is more than happy to indulge in your little fantasies. Every time you’d be inside of him, he’d put a hand over his stomach telling you just how deep you are, how he can almost feel a bump, how maybe this time it’ll actually take which in turn would have you increasing your pace a determined look painting your face, with a goal set in mind; to put a baby inside of him.

He’d even be perched on your lap, instructing you on how to fuck him right, just to ensure you’d manage to put a baby inside him.

You ever got someone pregnant before boy? He’d say and of course he knows you haven’t but he’d stay instructing you while riding you, telling you how you’d have to go harder, deeper to reach his womb, praising you when you did well, when you did right.

“Just like that sweetheart, taking ah- taking such good care of me, I’m sure this time it’ll take,“

And riling you up when he notices you’re slacking

“Come on sweetheart, don’t you want to get this old man pregnant? Don’t you want to know how I’d look carrying your baby? Don’t you want everyone to know I’m yours?

That in itself would be enough for you to pick up the pace again, teeth sinking into his neck fingers digging into his hips while fucking him into the mattress till you’re sure that it’ll take.

You’d even go as far as to stay inside of him for as long as possible, just to be sure you’d say to his confused face and even though he'd huff at your response and roll his eyes at how ridiculous you were being, he can’t help but be endeared of his young recruit who seems to love him just as much as he loves you.

#once again anonie I am so sorry and I hope u enjoy #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain John price #captain john price x reader #captain john price x male reader #top male reader #sub male reader #bottom male character #dom male character #call of duty #scribbles

[futbol16]

The other Williamson •  Leah Williamson

Request: "Can we please have a Leah x younger sister, where she’s kinda been living in Leah’s shadow and she feels like its never enough 🥺 On her birthday they have an important day so Leah, her family and most of the girls unintentionally forgot her special day. However, they don’t find out until she gets badly injured on the pitch and in the ambulance Leah is with her of course not leaving her sisters side they ask for her date of birth and it all comes crashing down for Leah. Keira and Lucy were also with her in the ambulance and they all try to console Leah, Keira feelings horrible as well since Y/N had been her best friend since U-11’s"

Word count: 1,8k

Growing up as Y/n Williamson was awesome. You got a cool older sister, a sweet younger brother and the three of you could play football together growing up.

Being Y/N Williamson had been awesome until it no longer was. Because Y/n Williamson was just the little sister of Leah Williamson, captain Leah Williamson. The 25 year old that captained England to the Euro’s and won the tournament. Ever since then, being Y/n Williamson hadn’t been too awesome.

Although you had been one of the top goal scorers for England, even before the Euro’s, it wasn’t the same as captaining the team to Europe’s biggest tournament. And people made sure to let you know that. It wasn’t like you didn’t know, Y/N would come second and Y/N would rarely get asked about anything else that’s not her sister in interviews.

You knew the routine by now.

 You thought maybe it would be different today, on your day. 22 years ago was when you first saw the light of the day, November the 15th. Leah had always gone all out for your birthdays, claiming that she had to be the best sister and what better way to prove that to you than spoiling you on your birthday? 

However, that didn’t seem to be the case this year. You woke up alone, your roommate had already gone down for breakfast and even as you entered the cafeteria no one even spared a glance at you. It was weird seeing as most of the time everyone would be buzzing on a teammate’s birthday, but you chalked it up to it being a matchday, an important matchday against Norway.

You sat next to Keira in silence, she had been your closest friend growing up despite her and Leah being closer in age. Your best friend was focused on the match ahead and didn’t even look up from her plate. Nothing different there, maybe you were just making up things.

But as you turn on your phone and see no messages, you start to get more confused. Usually your mum or Jacob would be the first people to wish you a happy birthday, but nothing. You shrugged at it, they were probably still sleeping…at 9am on a Tuesday.

Later as you sit in the locker room you start questioning yourself. Did they forget? Or maybe they’re just too focused on the match? Yeah, that’s definitely it.

“Hey, what’s the date today?” Georgia is the one asking the question and for a second you look up, curious as to what was going to happen next. 

“The 15th mate, already forgot?” Your sister asks with a chuckle.

“Oh alright then. Thought my flight back was on the 15th but I guess nothing too important today.” the girl chuckles with a shake of her head. 

There it is, confirmed. Your best friends have totally forgotten that it’s your birthday. Ouch.

Heading out for warmups before the match, you pass by Anthony, one of the media guys and you smile at him politely.

“Big day, no Y/N?” he asks, camera in his hand recording you. 

“Yeah yeah, big one.” you answer rather confused as to what he was hinting at.

“Happy birthday Y/N! Number 22.” he cheers and you laugh at his antic, although surprised that he knew. 

“Thank you, see you later Antonio!” you wave at him.

“The name’s Anthony.” he laughs at you.

The match had been intense with almost equal possession of the ball, though your team had been off to a great start as you assisted Rachel to a goal in the 33rd minute.

The girls thought it would stay that way, and it did, for a good bit. Until you went down in the 79th minute of the match. A rough tackle that ended with you groaning into the grass beneath you, arm cradled close to your chest and a heavy pounding in your head.

With you on the ground and no one to match the speed of the Norwegians, Frida Manuum scores in the 80th minute, equalizing. 

Yet it’s the least of Leah’s concern as she kneels next to you, closely followed by Keira kneeling on your other side. The two girls try to get you to turn on your back, but as you make no move to do so, they gently turn you over themselves.

The first thing you hear is your sister’s gasp, the first thing you see though is the face Keira makes as she looks down at your arm. Mhmm, so this was more than just an ‘I fell on it and it’s bruising’ kind of hurt. 

Your sister starts talking and you’re trying so hard to focus, to only focus on her even as the medical team arrives and places you on a stretcher, but it’s no use because suddenly, or actually rather slowly the world around you turns black. 

“She’s down!” one of the medic yells frantically, it was never good if a player fell unconscious after a tackle. Your team can barely blink before you’re lifted off the field and into the back of an ambulance standing at the side of the pitch. 

Leah’s heart is beating out of her chest, she has no clue what to do. She wants to go with you, not leave her little sister alone in pain, but she also had a match to play, a match with 10 more minutes left on the clock.

Keira’s shouting breaks her out of her thoughts and she follows the girl as she pulls her along to where Sarina stands with one of the Ambulance people. They’re both ordered to go with you in the Ambulance, Lucy following the two.

The team would be fine, they had a bunch of new players waiting to make their debut. The three of them had more important things to do though.

They sit in the back of the ambulance, next to where you’re laying. It’s a bit stuffed with all three of them sitting there and the EMT guy as well. You’ve got a mask on your face, breathing in some painkillers.

“Y/N Williamson, right?” he asks them, the three nod.

“Female, 21…date of birth?” he asks, looking up from his clipboard.

“November 15th, 2000.” Leah answers instantly, hand resting on the forearm of your good arm.

“Ahh, so 22 years old then? Not the best birthday I suppose.” the man chuckles humorlessly. Leah’s head snaps at him, mouth parted slightly.

No, no this couldn’t be it, it wasn’t your birthday today. There’s simply no way she could have forgotten. She looks at the other two and her heart breaks as Lucy nods in confirmation.

She had forgotten her little sister's birthday. 

Head in her hands, she stares at your face, disappointed in herself and sorry for you.

“Leah, we all forgot. It’s okay, she’ll understand.” Lucy tries to comfort her, but it’s no use.

“Yeah but I’m her sister, I should know!” she replies, frustratedly smacking her knee. She's so glad the EMT guy decides to stay out of this. Lucy is taken aback a bit, but she recovers quickly.

“Oh god, I completely ignored her today too.” Keira mumbles sadly, reaching out to stroke her thumb over your forehead. You had been her best friend since you were 7. Well you were 7 and she was 9, the two of you in the U-11 team. That’s where you first met, it’s where the two of you had become the best of friends, going strong ever since. Keira doesn’t think she’s ever felt as bad as she does now.

The rest of the ride to the hospital is spent in silence, the two women closest to you sitting with frowns on their faces as Lucy attempts to console the two as best as she can.

They sit in the waiting room as your arm is put into a cast and you get something for your head. Leah hasn’t said a word since the nurses have taken you away, she has sat in complete silence for the past hour. Elbows on her knees, chin resting on her fist and that aggressive furrow of her eyebrows apparent on her face. 

Keira shoots up from her seat in surprise when you walk out alone, blue cast on your right arm and kept in a sling. She’s quick to pull you into a tight hug, muttering apologies to you, only feeling worse when you keep reassuring her that it was okay. 

“Kei, it’s fine, I promise.” you tell her sincerely as you hold onto her.

“How can I make it up to you?” a tiny smile makes its way onto your face, knowing she won’t give up.

“Chicken nuggets?” the two of you laugh before you’re embraced by Lucy. You find comfort in the older woman’s neck.

“You better have my autograph on that by tonight!” she jokes referring to your cast, and you’re glad you get to laugh after the events of the day.

Leah is standing behind them, unsure what to do as she questions whether you’d be too upset with her. All those thoughts vanish though as you walk towards her with a silly smile.

“Blue’s my favorite color so I begged them to get me that one, they had to take it from a baby.” you giggle as you tell her the story but you soon stop as you realize she’s not laughing with you. “Lee?”

She clenches her jaw, eyes watering. 

“Gosh Y/N, I’m so sorry.” she starts rambling, something you’ve gotten very used to over the years of growing up together, but you stop her from continuing. 

“I know, Leah. It happens -”

“But it shouldn’t!” she cuts you off, that scowl she wore in the ambulance reappearing. You take her by the hand.

“And it never has before, you were just too focused on the match today. It is okay, Lee.” you nod at her, relieved when she nods back, pulling you into her. You eventually part as you realize you still haven’t moved from the hospital waiting room and you’d very much like to leave this facility as soon as possible.

“So how about those chicken nuggets? I could eat some right now.” you comment as the four of you walk out the door, the other three laughing at the grin you have.

Being Leah Williamson’s sister might not always be too awesome with the media,, but you would be fine as long as you had your big sister with you. To her, you’d always be the number 1 Williamson.

#woso one shot #woso imagine #woso x reader #futbol16 #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson x reader #keira walsh x reader #england lionesses x reader

[crumbleclub]

More Unorganized Afton Headcanons

William is actually from northern England (maybe like Middlesbrough area) but he's been faking a posh accent since he was a teenager

Michael spent most of his childhood being percieved as older than he actually was, mostly due to gaunt facial features, and later due to being very tall for his age. Because of this, adults often looked after him less, as they subconsciously registered him as more self-sufficient and mature than he actually was (and he was behind due to neglect anyway)

Elizabeth is a literal, actual prodigy, but she's emotionally stunted due to neglect as well

Evan's skills are the most behind, and he generally comes off as younger than he actually is. Emotionally, he's the most typically-responding

Michael was a college mistake that William initially didn't want to take responsibility for. William was only 21 when he was born.

It was either Henry's affection for his own family or his direct interference that convinced William to actually be involved with Mike at all (I haven't decided which yet for blips, lol)

Elizabeth and Evan were both planned. William wanted to get the whole "family" thing right, just like Henry had.

None of the Afton kids have ever met their grandparents on either side. Even alluding to the topic is completely forbidden in their household.

Elizabeth and Michael were close when they were little, but started growing apart by the time he started middle school

Both brothers were hit really hard by her death, but they responded in opposite ways. Evan became withdrawn and frightened, while Mike acted out and became aggressive

Michael and William are both unusually asymmetrical. They both have notable deviated septums, but ended up breaking their noses so that they bent opposite ways. One of Mike's legs is shorter than the other, enough to make him a clumsy runner. Their eyes don't quite level out, either. They both chalk this up to genetics.

Evan has a little bit of this. He had a cleft lip on only one side as a baby– which was surgically repaired– and one of his dimples is more noticable when he smiles than the other

Elizabeth looks more balanced. William remarked that, compared to the rest of them, she looked like a little doll

There have been a handful of occasions where William has essentially forced Michael to do something outright cruel, beyond what he would on his own, or when he's seen something he shouldn't have. Mike represses these completely, and can't access the memories even post-scoop. These were experiments on William's part, rather than any type of training with an intended goal

William drinks too much, but it's more of a binge drinking sometimes type of thing than a constantly a little drunk type of thing. It started as a way to self-medicate anxiety and paranoia

More often than not, he's actually less violent and more affectionate when drunk. The younger two sort of prefer him that way because they're so starved for affection, but Michael hates it. It's just wildly confusing to have his dad be nice all of the sudden, and it hurts way more knowing that he'll forget everything and be mean again later

Earlier in the cycle, though, ie only a few drinks in, he can be less predictable and easier to anger. Luckily for the Afton kids, he tends to be out of the house for his first round of drinks, only coming home when the bartender cuts him off

When he gets older, Michael avoids alcohol like the plague. He can't stand the smell. There were a few incidents where he tested the waters as a teenager, though, and every time he overestimated his alcohol tolerance and ended up blackout drunk and super sick

If she survived to adulthood, Elizabeth would be a wine aunt. Not sure about Evan

Elizabeth is fairly popular at school. Michael is known to be a delinquent of sorts. Evan doesn't have any close friends, but he's not really disliked, either. He's just "the quiet kid"

William, Elizabeth, and Michael all have "super charming" powers. William and Elizabeth are both charismatic and confident, so they just generally come across well. Michael is more awkward when he tries to actually talk to people, but he can get by on acting cute and playful to make people like him. He can't talk his way out of much, but a smile and a head tilt goes a long way

Evan is like Michael in that he's socially awkward, but he has no idea how to manipulate anyone. If he gets out of trouble, it's because he actually sobs himself sick

Every Afton child would be really into pokemon had they grown up 10-20 years later

Evan is a cool rock collection kid

Elizabeth is the best liar– better than William– but Michael is pretty good as well. Evan can't lie. He'll cry.

Mike was briefly in foster care when William had been arrested and was awaiting trial (he was found to be innocent). One home in particular was awful for him, and he cycled through a few others for acting out (nobody ever questioned why)

He lived with Henry for a while also. There was some healing there, at least

#fnaf #michael afton #cc afton #evan afton #william afton #elizabeth afton #mike's actual writing #fnaf headcanons #headcanon #cw alcohol #cw abuse #cw neglect

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I looked and looked and looked for who to credit this art for. Maybe I'm blind. Maybe I need to do alternative searches for art to use on my posts. Anyhow, I found both of these on Pinterest. If you or someone you know is the creator, please message me and I'll add the artist.

A/N = Lovely Rengoku. This man can fit into any situation and make it work ... well, maybe not ALL. But you know what I mean. This ~one-a-fucking-gain~ didn't pan out how I planned it. I was originally going to write a whole thing but it pretty much just ended itself. It worked out well, though, despite being kinda short.

C/W = I don't think there are any. Talk of nudity, a small group of nude people posing for artistic purposes. Other than that it's just a fluffy piece. Flirting between Rengoku and y/n (F!reader). Enjoy!

Sign Here X_____________

"Hey, this is beginning art, right?" You asked the man looking over the class syllabus on the wall. He looked to be close to your age, maybe a little younger. He was goddamn beautiful, too. Tall. Not an ounce of body fat in the wrong place. Muscular. Cool hair; blonde with red tips.

He looked at you. For a good 10 seconds before he said anything. Scanning over your face, stopping at your eyes and your lips. You found yourself feeling some way. Not uncomfortable, but like you were under a microscope. Being inspected.

"Yes, this is my class, beginning art."

You narrowed your eyes. "'Your class?' Oh, you mean you're in this class, too? Cool. Well, my name is y/n. I guess I'll see you around. Thanks."

"Heh, no, this is MY class. As in, I'm the instructor. I'm the everything ... actually." He said calmly and smiled at you as he put his hair back in a tight bun and you watched him walk to the oversized desk in the corner of the room.

"Hello, welcome to ...?" He rolled his hands out like as he was encouraging the classroom to interact.

"Arrrrtttt for beginnnnerssss!" Everyone participated. Even you. How could you not. This man could convince a perfectly healthy person to drink a vile of poison.

"Good job, kids," he laughed. Clearly noting the older people in the class. "In this course, we're going to learn how to draw animate and inanimate objects. Always be prepared because I will surprise you from time to time."

You looked around the class to see everyone was completely enthralled with this young man. The person to your left was a woman, maybe in her 40's. She looked nice. You leaned over and said, "I can't wait to see what kind of surprises he's talking about," and giggled. She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled back at your comment.

"Y/n, care to tell me what's so funny back there? I'm not here as a comedian. I'm here as an art teacher. So if comedy is more up your ... alley? Perhaps you would like to go to the room a few doors down and share your humor with everyone that isn't here to learn how to draw?"

You shut up real quick. "S-sorry ... uhhh, I-I don't know your name." You tilted your right ear toward him, waiting for his response.

"I was actually just getting to that before you flexed your humorous." He stared into your eyes for what seemed like an eternity. You don't think he blinked the entire time, either.

"My name is Kyojuro Rengoku. Yes. It's a mouthful. Yes, you have to call me by my full name or I will kick you out of this class."

Your body sunk as he laughed. "No, not really. You can call me Kyo. I'll write it on the board in such a way it'll be simple enough to pronounce." He grabbed the chalk and began to say out loud what he was writing. "Kee-yoh. Kyo. Simple enough, yes?" He looked at you. Again. What the hell was up with him. "See, y/n, I can be funny, too."

You nodded, feeling your cheeks pink up. He still hadn't taken his eyes off of you as your face transitioned back to its original color.

"Now, what exactly is going to be a surprise in this class, you're probably wondering. I presume you all read the waiver etc. that was included in your packet? I know I got most of them back all signed. If you didn't sign one, stay after and talk to me."

Shit, you thought, I never got anything like that.

└────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┘

Class was only 45 minutes tonight as it was just a basic introduction about what would be covered and when.

"Y/n, may I have a moment of your time?" He sounded so relaxed when he talked. You thought about asking him what his secret was. "Did you mail in your signed waiver? I sent it out with the syllabus about 3 weeks ago?"

You started to twist your bottom lip around with your teeth. "I ... I don't - ah, I mean I didn't ever get that. None of it, Kyo."

He was taken aback by your use of his name so casually. So effortlessly.

"Hm. Look over your information here and tell me if it's correct." He handed you a planner and had you find your name.

You pointed at it.

"Here's my name, phone # and addre-" You stopped and looked at him. "This is my old address. Where did you get this from?"

You'd moved 5 months ago to a little house. But you thought you'd changed everything over before you'd even moved out.

"I got it from here, from the school."

"Ohhh, oh no. I forgot to notify the school." You got a worried look on your face. "Does that mean I'm going to be kicked out of this class?" You didn't even try to disguise your concern.

"Nooo! No, nothing like that, y/n. But I will need you to fill one out, just to cover everything."

"Cover? Cover what? You doing blood sacrifices in here or something?" You laughed.

He didn't. "Among other things, yes."

You waited for him to tell you he was kidding.

A full minute must've gone by before he gave you a half-smile, the left side of his mouth turning upward.

"There will be no sacrifices of any kind in my class, little lamb. Do not worry." He chuckled, rather darkly for someone who was trying to be reassuring.

Little lamb. You're pretty sure you had a "little" orgasm when he called you that.

"Just initial on these and sign at the bottom?" You pointed at the paper.

He put his hand next to where you were pointing, almost resting it right on top of yours.

"Mmmm ... mm-hm. Did you read what it said, y/n?"

You shook your head, quickly at first but then you slowed to an almost complete still.

"It's just about ... about art, and ... other stuff. R-right?" You swallowed hard, it hurt.

"It's basically a declaration that you're ok with nudity in any capacity. You're ok with multiple bodies being nude and draped or sitting on one another. "Basically ..." he continued, "that you're not going to file a sexual harassment claim against myself or the school because you're uncomfortable. It states very obviously that there will be profound nudity in this course. If you're NOT ok with that, then you're free to change your mind, of course. You'll get a full refund, no questions asked."

He watched your face closely for any kind of a reaction.

"Who - who will be the nude model?" You asked, trying to use your big girl voice.

"Anyone who is willing to pose. Sometimes it's someone from class. Sometimes it's someone from a newspaper ad that needs some rainy day money." He paused, "And sometimes," he leaned back in his chair, "sometimes, it'll be me." A cocky look washed over his face. He knew what you were thinking. He was counting on it.

You almost lost your balance when he said that.

"Y-you pose?"

He nodded, looking a little proud of himself for having given you such a reaction.

"I - I think I'll stay in the class then."

"Fantastic. Sign ... right ... here."

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[hopefull-mindset]

do you believe mori is a pedo or a lolic0n? I don't! but I just wanted to ask you about what you thought about it ><

Oh dear, this is the type of discussion I was thinking about but was too much of a shitfest to really dip my foot in. It's an incredibly loaded discussion to have, so I'll talk about this to the best of my abilities.

Let’s start with me saying that there is no good answer to this and it’s not as easy as “the grass is green”. There is no “I'm right” and “you're wrong”. I know the answer looks obvious at first glance, especially if you choose to primarily look at his relationship with Elise that way, but Asagiri makes some decisions that put this belief into question.

However, we can’t blame anyone for seeing Mori a certain way due to Asagiri’s choices in a poor tasted gag, so I don’t think I can ever say someone completely misunderstood Mori’s character (at least, in this regard) when we ask this question. We cannot chalk up this belief about Mori to be the fault of the audience misunderstanding him because of some “translation error” because it blatantly ignores the fact this is a joke Asagiri chooses to make a lot.

I am also not defending Asagiri when I call it a joke because it's obvious to me that's all he sees it as: a joke. Not a great one, but it's there. It's as serious as the Tanizaki siblings should be taken (kinda wish people knew that there's implications about them not being siblings more though, even if it won't make it much better for them).

Just needed to lay that out before I started talking so I'm not misunderstood when I talk about the questionability of labeling him this. I do think we need to talk more about Asagiri’s position in this when this is brought up, so I will be doing that as well.

Firstly, Elise is not the product of sexual desire came to life. That's something people understand the least if they keep looking at her in this point of view. I've seen many frame the connection between her and Yosano to be one where Mori “finds out his type to be younger”, which yuck! Thankfully, I can debunk this by just bringing in Beast Mori.

It's a little comical that people are insistent that they have nothing to do with each other when they have no problem doing so with any other character from Beast. As of canon right now, we have no idea about any specification on how this ability works or how he controls it. My assumption is that it has to partially do with Mori’s need for a companion while not needing to give himself up and be vulnerable with others. He tends to have that problem of looking over his shoulder, like with Dazai and presumably kicking him out because of the typical human fear of death.

I also tended to notice that in the three ways Elise shows up, she forms into someone that Mori might need at the moment and reflective of his mindset. During the Great War, she is at her most subservient and robotic when Mori’s mind was only on gaining the most optimal solution with no consideration for anyone’s feelings.

Post-Great War to the present day, she has been a bratty child and a lot like 11-year-old Yosano with a bow in the same place her butterfly was. She is human and expressive when he can't afford to be and a living reminder of the child he had broken down for the price of an optimal solution. If you were to ask me, Mori has grown in his mindset with the help of Fukuzawa. To consider more heart and comradery than he used to when navigating the Port Mafia. Like how he saw worth in learning about dead subordinates when Ango was insistent on filing them.

In BSD Beast, he is able to roam without considering the need for the optimal solution and Elise appears as a 20-year-old adult bratty as ever. He needs a fellow caretaker to take care of the orphanage he was put in charge of, and has let himself come back into touch with his humanity when caring for these children.

I can’t give you any personal answer for why Asagiri chose to name it “Vita Sexualis” or why her age changes like that. I don’t know what goes on in his mind and we haven’t been given any specifics. We should remember that Asagiri was actually hiding that she was his Ability up until Cannibalism arc, and that this name might not mean anything you think it does.

Why? I have no idea why Asagiri did this. I think he was having fun tormenting us with what this ability name could mean from.

I also hadn’t finished Vita Sexualis because I have a lot on my reading list, but even if it’s described as an “erotica” by public sources, your expectations of what that means might not actually be lived up to. I think one of the most creative answers to her age and this chosen name instead of “Dancing Girl” (the book of which she’s based on) have to do with the real Mori’s love of children as a father and the act of intercourse being what gives life.

But even without those bits of speculation, I have already made it clear why she has nothing to do with sexual influence and I wish people talked about her out of that type of context. She has not been sexualized by the narrative or by Mori himself. If you saw the scene where she was undressed and Mori was begging her to put on some clothes as it it was creepy, that was your choice. She has also never been put in a genuine romantic light by him ever in this story.

The omake where he calls Elise his wife is not definite evidence of some belief he genuinely has of her. If you actually read it and don't look at our context panels, it's obvious that he's doing it to ruffle Fukuzawa’s feathers and get a reaction out of him. Besides poking at his integrity, I would also assume he would do so because he can't just call her his daughter as he'd usually would in these situations since he doesn't tend to reveal it publically. King-in-Yellow made a good contribution in context to why Kafka Asagiri would make this joke with Mori and Elise.

Please note that Elise is also not a real child or his daughter, but another piece of him like all abilities are. Do not separate them in a conversation and act as if she's her own person. Abilities have shown to be able to act on their own and take over their user (Shibusawa, Fukuchi potentially, Gab from 55 Minutes), but that does not mean they have become their own being. They are still restricted by the humanity of their user and these cases only happen when the user is dead or is facing backlash against their own ability’s power.

Moving on, I need to talk about Asagiri and the way he chooses to frame Mori’s fondness for cute little girls because there is no way else to talk about these jokes and not sound like an ass unless I speak about it like this.

Now, Mori has not done anything in his actions to be pedophilic currently except these very vague “maybe, maybe not” jokes. No sexualization of Elise, no praying on Yosano, and especially nothing with Dazai???? Where did that come from???

Cases of these jokes in manga:

Ending of the guild arc where he says about how he only deals with young girls under 12 in repknss to Kouyou (do not bring up the dub, I will stare at you frowning for not acknowledging the fact that Dubs tend to be very off to fit the mouth flaps)

Fukuzawa commenting how he still has his dumb facination with cute girls

Omake (already talked about that)

The first example is where he responds to Kouyou’s words of sticking around to help and protect him in the organization. This is not a joke about sexual attraction, this is a questionable joke about her age as most media does about women at times. The “lolicon” -ness of it is still there of course, but please understand the point of it. The other implies she's flirting with him, and for him to make a joke that pokes at her for somehow flirting would be incorrect. To emphasize this, the manga chooses to translate this as “I only protect young girls”.

To explain the second example, we need to talk about the disconnect between us as an audience and Asagiri’s way of using Lolicon. On a trope basis, lolicon is when the creator presents a prepubescent-looking girl of varying “ages”, but still acts like a child and is continuously sexualized by the creator to cater to the male character’s gaze. Mori… is not written like that or is Elise for the matter like I brought up earlier, but then why does Asagiri joke about it even outside the text?

If you've ever been around this crowd in anime spaces, you would know one of the first things people say to explain it is not what I said. They’d say it's a trope about “cute little girls and fawning over them”, and then everything else is left for you to figure out. I have no idea what Asagiri actually thinks about this (probably pretty indifferent), but I'm baffled by his very surface-level take on Lolicon being presented into his own work.

This is one of those times where you have to think of Asagiri as another anime fan first rather than a creator in that space. Asagiri is just a guy who became internet famous briefly for his Touhou Cthulhu TRPG series and got signed into making his own nerdy manga about literature.

For Asagiri to narratively compare it to Fukuzawa’s love for cats, it's telling to me how this supposed “lolicon” joke is supposed to be seen. I don't think Asagiri would willingly put him in charge of an orphanage of all things and then expect us to actually think of him as a Pedo.

This has had me boggled for a while on what to think, but in the end, thinking of him as one would leave me more baffled than if he wasn't. Authorial intent can't always stop us from actually seeing what looks like, but on top of everything else… well? What am I supposed to think?

So no, I don't believe that he's a pedophile and I hope it stays that way. Sorry this took a bit to write, I needed to build some semblance of my thoughts without gaining a headache. I wish this fandom had a better discussion about him half the time and created their own opinions instead of falling back on “Oh he abused Dazai” or “that he's a nasty pedophile who should be locked up for his crimes”.

Lolicon and Pedophilia are interlocked when you speak about them, so it'd be wrong of me to completely disregard these ideas on Mori. I just thought we needed to have a better conversation on this than some accusations thrown around about who's correct. This topic deserves a bit more maturity and care than I've seen some talk about.

#thank you for asking! #bsd #bungou stray dogs #mori ougai #bsd elise #bsd meta #bsd analysis #oh jeez #im tryinh to rub out this headache #I don't care if people are avoidant on having a decent discussion about these things #christ #just do it for the sake of yourself and entertain that people can have different views for good reason #Mori is a lying liar who lies

[stoat-party]

Canon/Headcanon ages for Fallout characters (potential spoilers)

I’m standardizing the ages to 2281, which is when New Vegas begins. (Fallout 3 is 2277 and 4 is 2287 but I haven’t played it yet). These are kind of estimations because obviously everyone doesn’t have the same birthday.

ED-E: 6. Literal toddler. Darling infant child baby.

Dogmeat (from Fallout 3): 12. (Not canon.) It’s on the elderly side for his breed (fanon pretty much agrees he’s a blue heeler), but I choose to believe that Fallout dogs have mutated to live longer. My version of Dogmeat either got too old or took too many hits by this point, so he’s retired to become Three Dog’s co-host.

Arthur Maxson: 14. I think it’s also canon that he became elder at 16, which I adore. Boy is way too young to look like that.

R.J. MacCready: 16. Mungo 😔

Follows-Chalk: 19. (Not canon.) Honestly, I’d be surprised if he weren’t a teenager. He’s very much finding himself and choosing who he wants to be, which you can still do at any age, but it’s a hallmark of your teen years. And he’s adorable.

Amata Almodovar: 23. (Pretty much canon.) Younger than the Lone Wanderer because she has no Pip-Boy when LW turns 10. Can’t be too many months apart, though, because they go to play with her when they’re 12 months.

Lone Wanderer: 23. They were born on July 13 and left the Vault at 19.

(my) Courier Six: Also 23. (Not canon.) I like having them be the same age. In terms of canon information, all we know is that they were well-established as a courier in 2277, so they probably wouldn’t be younger than about 21. It’s implied in one Lady Killer dialogue that they’re at least 36 (apparently had some sort of fling in Montana 18 years ago), but the dialogue is optional, so you can have them be whatever age you want.

Butch DeLoria: 24. (Not canon.) IDK where I got the idea that he’s a year older than the Lone Wanderer, because the only canon evidence I can find is that he already had his Pip-Boy at their 10th birthday, but I like it. Either he got held back a year, or Vault 101 combines classrooms due to low population.

Craig Boone: 26. Let the man be young pls.

Veronica Santangelo: 27. Older than she seems IMO.

Sarah Lyons: 27-28. Would be 30 if she were still alive.

Christine Royce: 28. (Not canon.) Because if you grew up with someone, I feel like it would be weird to date them if there had been a substantial age gap.

Nova: 29. A successful innkeeper living life and not being exploited, bless.

Charon: 30. (Extremely not canon.) I feel like most people would cast him as way older than that, but I’ve written his whole backstory and it requires him to not have been hanging out in Underworld for the past century. There’s no concrete information on this, so go wild.

Waking Cloud: 32. (Not canon.) Her third child is six, but she still seems pretty young. I imagine marriage age is a little lower in the tribes.

Vulpes Inculta: 34-38. (Canon is a passing shadow at this point.) Try as I might, I can’t figure out why people place the destruction of the Twisted Hairs as happening 25 years prior. Not only would Vulpes have to have been an adult then, he was a decanus before that. Which would put him in his fifties. He’s described in canon as a young man, though, and I’m also attached to this interpretation of him. It’s a mess, and I’m going with my gut.

Arcade Gannon: 35. Probably on the tail end of 35 since he says he’s in his late thirties. Happy birthday, Arcade, your prize is bandaging me up on our stupid adventures.

Daniel: 36. (Not canon.) In my timeline, he’s Joshua’s nephew, and he was a toddler when Josh left. I know that’s completely unsupported by canon, but I wanted to add personal drama to their ideological drama.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: 37. Which makes sense because her father was in Fallout 2.

Benny: 40. (Not canon.) I’m a Benny-in-his-forties truther. He’s led the tribe for seven years, and he really doesn’t strike me as young. It’s also just funny that cosplay is his literal whole personality when he’s edging into middle age.

Lucius: 43. (Not canon.) Appears to be graying, still quite capable in a very physical job. He’s considered old in the Legion, but since it’s a young nation, most men are taken from their tribes as children, and death comes early and violent, I think old is a relative term. Caesar purposefully isolates men from their families so they’ll focus any filial loyalty on him, so I feel like he must be significantly younger than Caesar.

Ulysses: 47-50. (Not canon.) I’m even comfortable with casting him a little older. He exudes knowledge and experience with everything he does. He seems to have been an adult when he entered the Legion — which, as discussed, gets placed 25 years ago but IDK why.

Gob: 51. (Not canon.) Acts very young (could just be learned helplessness), so I’ve got his age frozen at like 20. He’d been a slave for fifteen years as of 2277, so I gave him about 12 years of being happy in Underworld with Carol.

James: 51-52, depending when you got around to the main storyline. He would be 55, but… yeah.

Joshua Graham: 54. (Not canon.) He says he was “young” 35 years ago when the Legion began. 19 is the standard age for Mormon men to go on their mission trips, and it’s also an important age in my version of the Fallout universe (i.e. the age I ruin my characters’ lives). I also like the idea of Joshua being a little younger and more sheltered than Edward, it makes his path to darkness more interesting.

Edward Sallow: 55. Again, this guy was my little brother’s age when one day he just decided to take over the world.

Star Paladin Cross: 60. (Not canon.) She’s a cyborg, so I think her cybernetics kept her in fighting shape a little longer.

Lily Bowen: 203. They turned her into a nightkin at 75! :((((((

Rex: 209. Ultimate immortal doggie.

Fawkes: 227. (Not canon.) I’m basing this on the cut Sheldon Delacroix logs, which would imply he moved into Vault 87 as a married adult.

Carol: 230. There’s some debate on this because she claims to have been a little girl when the bombs fell, but from her perspective I imagine everyone is a little child.

(my) Sole Survivor: 233. (Not canon.) Nora is a lawyer, and most American lawyers are 25 or older when they pass the bar. She also probably didn’t get married or have a child during law school (if she did… queen), so she’d have to be at least 26 or 27 during the prologue. I have her at 29 to make her the same age as my other two protagonists. Besties!

Raul Tejada: 234. By his dialogue, I had assumed he was a teenager during the Great War, but it turns out he was about 30. Multigenerational households FTW. Which probably means his age is frozen somewhere in his thirties and he’s not actually elderly. (Not that ghoul lore is actually consistent. Also, I’m not going to be the one to tell him it’s all in his head.)

Robert House: 261. Bro was born in 2020. Why, why would you do that to yourself?

Some of these are completely unsubstantiated so feel free to correct me or give your own opinion. I’ll probably edit if I think of more.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #new vegas #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #fnv #ed-e #dogmeat #arthur maxson #maccready #rj maccready #follows chalk #the lone wanderer #lone wanderer #butch deloria #craig boone #veronica santangelo #courier six #courier 6 #fallout charon #charon fallout #arcade gannon #rose of sharon cassidy #benny gecko #Joshua graham #sole survivor #raul tejada #vulpes inculta #ulysses fallout #Edward sallow

[doodle-do-wop]

I am asking abt the other cabins, I totally have not been hypnotized to ask

OKAY OKAY OKAY

so this is gonna be one long ass post (possibly) and it's going to be formatted weird because I rambled about this on discord ages ago

Sophie Foster: Daughter of Zeus

girly can fly, shoot lightning, and is mega powerful with enough low self esteem to match

as stated in a different channel she's picture perfect to be a demigod with her origin story

fatal flaw: ambition (reasoning being she tends to do things on a whim a lot and that can also be chalked up to hubris but let's not forget Sophie is a genius by all definition of the word. She was going to go to college based off of pure intelligence alone but there's a certain type of bite that comes with power and it's the realization you can do more)

Keefe Sencen: Son of Aphrodite

literally the goddess of love and beauty, emotions are her forte and thus the best godly parent for Keefe's powers to fit into

he can still be the funny sarcasm guy, kids can have more than one personality trait

also beauty and love don't just apply outwardly and only romantically. Aphrodite is the goddess of love, self love and platonic included

fatal flaw: low self esteem (literally look at that sad wet noodle of a boy and tell me he thinks he's worthy of anything)

Biana Vacker: Daughter of Athena

vanisher fits Athena to a T and yet even with a cool ability she's overshadowed by Fitz still

smart girl, was a brat in the beginning but grows into one of the most capable fighters around while keeping a caring side to her

once again, kids can have more than one trait and girls in STEM can like make-up and sparkles. It's usually the girls that have a cute blouse and know what they're doing that are the most lethal (mostly because the blouse might have a knife)

fatal flaw: Loyalty (sure she kinda abandoned Maruca but this is a new universe and look at how much she's gone through with Sophie and been a consistent and stable rock for her best friend. Girly has tackled multiple murders for her friends, she is insane)

Fitz Vacker: Son of Athena

while not a total perfect fit Athena has always focus on the mind, strategy, and being ahead of the game. What better way to do that than to make a son with the power of the mind itself, a telepath

a shining rebound ability that gives him enough pizzazz to overshadow Biana (not on purpose) but also keep him from being super socially gracious (because he ain't)

smart boy but can get a little too ahead of himself in things and send focus in the wrong direction

fatal flaw: Wrath (the boy's got a fighting temper and it's caused rifts in his relationships and even extreme pain for himself. If anything would take him down it would be his own anger)

Dex Dizznee: Son of Hermes

"doodle he's the technopath" Dex is also expecting things often only to get something else completely out of left field

the trickster god of travelers and roads ain't limited to putting a bucket over a cracked door, technological pranks work in his domain and let's not forget Dex did spike Stina's drink and make bombs

what better way to set your expectations high and get them destroyed than to expect Hephaestus or some minor god only to get the dude with wing shoes

fatal flaw: Grudges (we've seen I in action before, Dex can let a grudge like jealousy or his general dislike of the Vackers blind him out of many things including being a good friend at times, sure this was more prominent when he was younger but he still has a lot to hold against Stina even after she's shown herself to be a friend)

Marella Redek: Daughter of Ares

"but Leo is a fire powers" Marella? A daughter of Hephaestus??? Besides I doubt someone with Ares' rep can't spawn a child with fire powers

Marella's whole main goal, the very core of her motivation is her mom, she'd do anything for her and even if it meant being claimed by Aphrodite or Athena (evidence her father was unfaithful to her mother) Marella would've given anything to do something to help her mom

just to be claimed by the one god she never wanted to be claimed by, war and bloodshed, fear and hate are all Ares' domain, his kingdom of stacked skulls and crushed souls

fire is not easy to control and the path of 'easy' is almost never on the Ares' agenda

Fatal flaw: Loyalty (her relationship with her mom is a good point but also the fact that Marella was abandoned, essentially betrayed by someone she considered a friend and immediately turned cold and bitter for quite some time. She only came around because she knew she could do something to help the greater good)

Linh Song Wildwood: Daughter of Poseidon

hydrokinetic=ocean man

personally I have no idea where else she fits

the sea is a powerful thing that can't always be contained and controlled perfectly down to the last atom and Linh could've definitely had some trouble controlling the pull of the water causing the Songs to abound their demigod children once and for all leaving the twins to fight for themselves before a saytr could find them

fatal flaw: Ambition (the girl flooded Atlantis, the pull of the water is often too much for her to handle and that's the call of the sea challenging her and Linh giving into the temptation of more)

Tam Song Wildwood: Son of Poseidon

"dont you mean Hades" guys that's not how twins work

Poseidon isn't just about water and he's had kids that don't even possess his power over the ocean (ex. Chrysoar)

the ocean has depths, depths so dark and deep there are parts unexplored and uncharted due to the crush and pull of the water, a single sea current could blast you from here to another continent if you're not careful

the sea is dark but there's also light, balance, calm waves gently blanketing over sandy beaches, the moon waving between high and low tide. There is more to it than what's bobbing on the surface

fatal flaw: Loyalty (Tam is the most normal dude in a group of weirdos but those are his weirdos. Tam had always put Linh before himself and has even held an escape plan in his boot in case things got so bad he had to go back home. If Linh got kicked out Tam was going with her and staying by her side no matter what)

Wylie Endal, Son of Iris, goddess of the rainbow

he's a flasher this is quite literally his entire power scheme

each color of the rainbow possesses a slightly different kind of magic inside of it so Red might have a different affect than Blue or Green and its difficult to master the entire rainbow like Iris can

fatal flaw: Grudges

#im still yapping about Stina so her godly parent is yet to be fully confirmed or revealed #I CAN AND WILL GO ON AND ON ABOUT THIS AND MY REASONING #I LOVE THIS AU WITH ALL MY SOUL IM LITERALLY NUTS #im perfectly normal about all of this

[random-iz-stuff]

Lmao hope you still remember zib

So i read the comic and can't help but notice, that zib seemed empathetic towards dib, he shows some fascination towards him cus he's the only other dib there. Is he just pretending? Or is it that he actually impressed? Maybe he doesn't know what purpose he'll do in the void so maybe he gave him the cleaning job for a short term, if dib didn't actually rebel against him.

I’d say it’s a little bit of both.

At first, Zib is genuinely intrigued and somewhat impressed that Dib came to the Zimvoid. He didn’t think such a thing was possible and was genuinely curious about how that happened.

His intentions start off friendly because he’s encountering another version of himself, with Zib volunteering to save Dib’s universe first.

But at the same time Zib definitely looks down on Dib, viewing him as soft and somewhat naive. Zib also mentions that he understands why Dib is like that as well, stating that Dib’s Zim isn’t as much as a threat so Dib just doesn’t have as much experience.

(This is a pure headcanon of mine but I also headcanon that Zib killed his Zim at the age of 12 and 4 years have passed since then, making Zib 16 years old. So a part of why Zib views Dib as weaker can also be chalked up to Dib being a lot younger than Zib. In Zib’s eyes, Dib is a younger, weaker and more naive version of himself with a Zim that isn’t as much of a threat as his Zim)

Zib gave Dib the job of cleaning both because he saw Dib as a weaker version of himself and therefore slightly below him and because he saw Dib as a weaker version of himself and therefore should be kept safe and away from the action that a “weaker Dib” presumably wouldn’t be able to handle. But despite that, Zib still has some respect for Dib because he’s a Dib. Otherwise he wouldn’t have offered to save his universe first.

Dib later proves to Zib that he’s not as soft or naive as he thought by discovering his virus plan and going against him.

And after Dib confronts Zib he comes to the realization that Dib is no different from any other human. After that point, Zib no longer cares about Dib being another Dib and starts to only view him as an obstacle to his goals.

(Also a bonus headcanon, besides having one extra defect that he gained while accidentally eating styrofoam packing peanuts, Comic Zim is also the Zim in the Zimvoid that acts most similarly to Pilot Zim, AKA; Zib’s Zim that he killed. This is part of why Zib immediately dismisses Comic Zim as the worst Zim in the Zimvoid just by looking at him. He recognizes the similarities and has already killed a Zim just like that before, leading him to believe that he could easily do it again with this one.)

#invader zim #headcanons #asks #dib membrane #Zib #comic spoilers #in Zib’s mind Dib is a younger weaker more naive version of himself that hasn’t succeeded in killing his Zim yet #while also having a weaker Zim that doesn’t challenge him enough #it’s like Zib encountering his past self

[hayscodings]

everything you have ever said about svetlana never fails to amaze me, i feel like you understand her character better than most. i have to ask, what do you think her life was like pre-3x06? i know we know some things about it, but do you have any headcanons/theories or anything about her? i wrote a fic (and never published it) about her once, but i feel like you have better insight on her character so i’m asking you. what was her life like in russia? what was her father like (awful)? what did she endure to make her the way she is? etc.

Ah, thank you! That’s the ultimate compliment. I rewatched Shameless for a second time recently, and am on my third rewatch now, so I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Svetlana.

We didn’t really get any information about her life on the Southside pre-3x06, but there are a few observations I find helpful when trying to piece together what it must have been like: (1) she seemed genuinely excited to marry Mickey; (2) she wears the same purple dress that we are introduced to her in— and see her at work in— while she’s at home, pregnant, in S4; and (3) the fact that she was married to Yvon at some point means that she can’t have been in the U.S. for very long when we meet her.

With respect to (1), part of her excitement can be chalked up to the fact that getting married meant that she could finally qualify for a green card, but I think it’s more than that. She didn’t look relieved; she looked happy. The way I interpret this is that she considered moving into the Milkovich house a step-up from her current arrangement— which, considering the Everything We Know about the Milkovich home, paints a pretty bleak picture of said arrangement.

My guess is that she was sharing a very small space, perhaps even a single room, with many other working girls, since we know that Sasha was not paying the girls a living wage. It is also likely that the conditions in that place were very poor, as I’m sure whatever slumlord they were renting from was taking full advantage of the fact that they were undocumented. So, not a great situation.

I find (2) particularly interesting because I’m sure it was intentional on the wardrobe department’s part to have Svetlana rewear the same dress multiple times. But what’s really telling is that she doesn’t just wear the dress— a short, fitted, strapless dress— to work at the massage parlor. She wears it when she’s home in S4, too. And this time, not only is she several months pregnant, but it’s also winter.

When she and Mickey go to visit the massage parlor, she’s wearing the same dress with a coat and tights and a thin little scarf even though it looks freezing out. So, not only could she not afford maternity clothes, but she was also unable to dress properly for the weather. All of this to say: it was clearly bad for her financially. And at this point she’s been living in the Milkovich house where she’s presumably better off, so it must have been worse before.

Finally, (3) is a tricky one because I don’t believe for a second that the writers planned to reveal that Svetlana had been married before in Russia when they introduced her character in S3. Initially, I would have assumed that she had been in the states for at least a couple of years by the time that we meet her, but the whole Yvon business really complicates things.

For starters, Svetlana is only 19 when we meet her. This is relevant because marriageable age in Russia in 18. There are exceptions to this, but only under special circumstances, and even then, children cannot get married if they are under 14. In addition to this, Yvon was old enough to pass as Svetlana’s father (There is a 14 year age difference between Pasha and Isidora, but Isidora was playing ~14 younger than her actual age, so that makes the age gap roughly ~28 years). It seems very unlikely, then, that she would’ve been married to him younger than 18. Which puts her in the U.S. for only one year before the events of 3x06. This makes sense for several reasons I won’t get into because it’s not relevant and I’m already rambling too much.

So, in sum, I imagine that Svetlana’s life pre-3x06 was very bleak. Recently immigrated, undocumented, still learning the language, just 19 years old with no family and under the control of her traffickers who severely underpaid her. Probably living in a small room ten other girls in her same position, dealing with violent and or aggressive customers like Terry with no real protection, just trying to survive. I think she was very numb during this period of her life, maybe more so than ever before, and tries not to think about it often. I don’t believe Svetlana could have survived everything that she did without repressing and compartmentalizing a good chunk of it, honestly.

As for her life in Russia, I still need to give it more thought, but it seems like she was very close to her family as she speaks of both her parents favorably and named her son after her father. She also tells V at one point that in Russia “family is family”, and we later see that she is in contact and seems to be on good terms with her aunt. She also mentions using her grandmother’s recipe for borsch in S6.

Apart from this, we can assume that her family was poor given that her father sold her to a pimp for $300 when she was just 10 years old. At one point Svetlana says something about owing him for keeping a roof over her head and food on her plate, so it’s clear they definitely struggled. She also tells Kev and V that she “grew up in his bar”, when they’re under the impression that Yvon is her father.

Now, obviously Yvon ended up being her husband, but she was acting as though he was her father at the time so I think the bar tidbit can be taken as true. V had to learn everything about Svetlana when she married her in order to pass the INS interviews, so Svetlana would have had to use the truth in order to sell the lie.

So, here is this little girl growing up poor in Russia with a family that she is very close to. She’s extremely smart and probably does really well in school and it’s not an easy life but she is still very grateful for it because things can always be worse. She knows this— she’s seen it. And she’s probably been told it by her father many times.

Svetlana loves her father, but he is not a good man. The facts we know about him are these: he raped her as a child, locked her in a closet with a potato sack over her head, and sold her into sexual slavery so that she could work street corners when she was 10 years old. All of these things paint the picture of a violent, abusive man. Still, Svetlana insists that he had good qualities too, and she feels indebted to him for providing her with food and shelter and for paying smugglers to get her into the U.S. She also says that she learned everything she knows from him.

I think Svetlana’s father was the type of abuser to make a buddy out of his victim. He probably convinced himself that he was a good father and that everything he did, he did out of love. Maybe he was an alcoholic, surely he had his own demons— at the end of the day, he probably pointed to these very things to justify/make sense of his behavior.

I can picture a young Svetlana thinking of herself as his protege— always by his side, helping him with the bar, doing anything that she possibly could to be useful and contribute to the family. Listening to his stories, heeding his advice, learning his lessons. And when he hurt her, she probably blamed herself. Or maybe she attributed it to her father’s own trauma— something stronger than him, beyond his control— something that had nothing to do with her. Or so perhaps he said when he apologized. I can see her feeling sorry for him.

I think Svetlana was too young to reconcile the abuse she suffered at his hands with the part of him that seemed to care for her well-being. And I imagine that it is still very confusing for her as an adult, and something that she hasn’t wanted to confront or revisit. Because it’s far too painful, and she’s doing just fine in her opinion.

In sum, Svetlana is a girl who grew up too fast. She’s a girl who never got to be a kid and who wasn’t afforded the protections that she should have been afforded by her guardians. She’s a girl whose formative years were filled with violence, and who continued to know that violence well into young adulthood. She’s a girl who had to make sense of this violence, and be able to live in it day to day. She’s a girl who learned to repress, and to compartmentalize, and downplay, just so she could stay alive. But most importantly, she’s a girl who never let any of this turn her into someone who would repeat the cycle with her own child.

#i apologize for how long this is #there is so much more i could say but i have way too many svetlana thoughts to fit them all in one post #always happy to be given a platform to talk about her though #thanks for sending this! #ask #message #fandom ask #shameless ask #svetlana yevgenivna #m4ndysk4nkovich #aria #tw sa #tw csa

[teabreakpancakes]

Hi! Recently discovered your writings and I absolutely love them, especially because I couldn't find a lot of them

Can I make a request? I'll understand if you decline, it's alright, don't worry

May I make a request with Luchino Diruse (more specifically, Evil Reptilian) where there is going to be a new hunter, and turns out they are his past protégé that, oops, mutated like he did. To sum up, fluff with Luchino that discovers that new hunter is indeed his, you can say, friend

Thank you if you'll agree! I understand of you'll decline

Bye, take care, and have a good day!

A Familiar Face Luchino Diruse & GN Hunter Reader

I do think OC would be better because i describe how they look ^^;

Genre: Fluff

Luchino Diruse wasn't one for relationships, be it platonic or romantic. You were an anomaly wedged into his seemless life, and yet, you were a welcome one at that. From conducting research together, spending time outside of work and daily visits, there were countless things that were altered about his routine.

You, his pupil, were ten years younger than him!, meeting your professor at the curious age of 12. Eager as you were, the professor found it difficult to shut down such interest; he allowed you to stick around, as long as you remained safe at least. He surmised that you would eventually lose interest in his study but to his surprise, you stuck around, doing your best to befriend him.

You could not have been more boastful about having such a brilliant teacher, despite him not having taken you in as his protege yet. In fact, upon having declared you as such, you tilted your head to the side, asking him, "What's that?"—he of course found this endearing at that time. He was still a student at that time and he had no clue about how long your interest would last, but he vowed to make you his protege some day.

But such a good thing came to an end when he decided to head to the manor, leaving his friend behind.

The reptilian hunter scowls, visibly annoyed as he was ushered into the living room. "Is my attendance of utmost importance for you to have interrupted my research?" he sighed out, massaging the area between his eyes. His tail swished towards the survivor in a somewhat threatening manner.

Freddy rolled his eyes, "Had I the choice, the thought of approaching you would've never crossed my mind" he replied coldly. "The owner of the manor told us that your presence was necessary; the new hunter is apparently related to you after all." the lawyer informs, stopping in front of a door. "Head inside, we were told that only you would enter the room" Freddy spoke one last time before turning on his heel and walking away.

The Herpetologist stares inquisitively at the door, as if trying to look through the opaque object in order to get a hint about just who exactly this hunter was. 'An old colleague perhaps? a student? who could it possibly be? if it's a friend then I doubt it's (Name), I was told they moved after I disappeared, although, they did take my personal belongings with them' he pondered, fondness painting his features as they softened at the thought of his lovely protege. You were one of his professor's children, a kid that often came with their parent just to see their work. You often pestered your parent to bring you with them just to spend time with Luchino, my, such a troublemaker you were he chuckled lightly.

His claws wrapped around the doorknob, hesitation heavy as he thought about who could be standing behind the door, 'Could this be one of the owner's tricks? there's a possibility there will be no one in the room once I open this door but I wouldn't find out until I opened it' he paused, sighing heavily before pushing the door open.

Dark orange eyes pierce into the back of a crisp white lab coat. Before him stood a hunter roughly around the same height as Bloody Queen, with long raven and chalk coloured locks that cascaded down their slender figure. Test tubes filled with glowing liquid hanged from their waist, along with various lab apparatuses.

The hunter turns sharply on their heel with a toothy grin, "Why hello, old friend, or should I say, Prof" the hunter greeted with a friendly tone that sent the mutant a wave of nostalgia. (Name) whistled as they stared up at him, "You sure are a sight to behold, you are just ginormous!" the researcher exclaimed.

Luchino gaped, barely capable of uttering a single word. "Y, You're—" he stumbles, blinking repeatedly, as if incapable of processing your sudden appearance. The other hunter laughs airily, "I've missed you Luchino, I've been searching for you ever since your disappearance, all while balancing work too" they spoke, approaching him with lithe steps, wrapping their arms around him.

Luchino lowers himself, pulling them into his body. "... I've missed you, s, so so much" he replies, a soft smile finding it's way on his face.

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #idv x gn reader #idv x reader #idv luchino #idv luchino diruse x reader #idv evil reptilian x reader #idv luchino x reader

[cheapsweets]

The resolute Ilyecham

My response to this weeks Bestiary Posting challenge, from The Maniculum!

I've been vaguelly considering how to tackle this one all week (and trying to avoid seeing others' interpretations as much as possible). Again, we have a lot of behaviours, but nothing in terms of a physical description... Did the author just thing 'everyone knows what birds look like', was this just a bird that the reader was expected to be familiar with, or were they all like 'I'm not describing yet another bird... :p'?

It's a pen and ink drawing (dark sepia ink, and a sailor fude nib) over a pencil sketch; the fude nib is interesting as it's meant to give the impression of using a brush - the nib is bent to allow transition from thin to thick lines - I've got a lot of practice to go to get that transition right though (I'm tempted to try an actual brush pen for next week's challenge...)!

This time, I actually used some references! Well, I briefly glanced at some, anyhow... I feel like it has made a difference, particularly in terms of the anatomy (though there are several things I'd go back and change if I was doing this over), but I still need to work a bit more on consistency (and maybe not tackling any too-awkward perpectives...!). I had a lot of fun with this one :)

Reasoning below the cut...

"The Ilyecham is a bird armed rather with spirit than with claws, having great courage in its small body. [Etymology redacted]. For it greedily seizes other birds. [Etymology redacted.]" - So, carnivorous bird, emphasis away from it's claws... I had to double check this, but falcons kill prey with their beak (a sharply projecting 'tomial tooth' on their upper beak), whereas hawks use their claws. I tried to show this, but it's such a small details it might not be obvious. Did you know that falcons are more closely related to passerines (perching birds, like sparrows) than they are to hawks/eagles? I always find that absolutely mind-blowing :)

"It is said that the Ilyecham is lacking in parental care towards its young, for when it sees that they are able and trying to fly, it does not feed them but beats them with its wings, throws them from the nest and forces them from a tender age to catch prey for themselves lest, when they are fully grown, they should become lazy." - Hey, chalk up another one to that old adage 'birds are jerks'... I'm starting to think that bestiary authors were not the biggest birb fans... In the top right of the picture, we have a mama ilyecham pushing the baby out of the nest with her wing. Time to find your own way in the world, baby bird! I tried to distinguish the younger bird's plumage with a different pattern (spotted/dotted); the adult plumage was inspired by goshawks (I know, hawk vs falcon), more because it would show up as distinctive in black and white than any other reason.

As an aside, I really struggled with how to draw a slightly stylised bird nest!

"It takes care lest in their childhood they grow idle, or are given up to pleasure, or grow weak from inactivity, or learn to expect food rather than to seek it for themselves, or abandon their natural vigour. Ilyechams stop bothering to feed their young in order to make them bold enough to seize food for themselves." - Hang on, this is going to be some kind of inspirational virtuous animal thing, isn't is... :p I can imagine some medieval scribe writing 'and so, the ilyecham represents the cardinal virtue of fortitude' or something...

"It is the custom of Ilyechams in the wild to spread their wings when the south wind blows, so that their limbs are warmed by the wind to release their old feathers. When there is no wind, they create a breeze by spreading their wings to face the rays of the sun and beating them; and thus, as the pores of their body open, either their old plumage falls out, or new feathers grow in." - In the top left, we have an ilyecham spreading its wings, facing towards the sun, and doing just that! The feathers blowing away were fun to draw!

#Ilyecham #maniculum bestiaryposting #bestiaryposting #my art #birds are jerks

[teecupangel]

Sorta inspired by the Desmond/Adha swap idea , but Desmond and Adha as twins? Either in modern times where Adha is reborn as Desmond’s twin and is a badass protective big sis (by a full minute) , or as Desmond reborn in Altairs time so the both of them can give Altair a bisexual awakening. Or both of them reborn in any other time period (or crossover)

The Desmond/Adha swap idea for those interested.

So let’s say that Desmond gets reborn as Adha’s twin during the 1160s.

Note: This one would cover a lot of my headcanons for Adha

There’s no ‘real’ date of birth for Adha but I headcanon she’s a year younger than Altaïr (mainly so she would die the same age Desmon did to hammer in the fact that they’re a lot alike XD) so for this, we’ll set their birthdate as March 13, 1166.

Their father is an informant of Umar although he’s not part of the Levantine Brotherhood. More like a ‘freelance’ information broker and a traveling merchant.

Which means that Desmond and Adha traveled a lot growing up. They have only met Altaïr a few times (like maybe three or four times) when they were young but it was enough for them to grow close.

Of course, Desmond easily got close to Altaïr because he remembers his past life and already has a soft spot for Altaïr. Their parents and Umar think that Desmond and Altaïr have some kind of puppy love going on. Their parents assume it’ll turn into brotherly love when they grow older but Umar is quite certain that his son is falling in love with Desmond. When the talks of arranging a marriage between Adha and Altaïr starts, Umar is more reluctant than he should have been because he can see how cruel it would be for Altaïr and Desmond if they do fell in love but Altaïr is honorbound to marry Adha.

Adha doesn’t care about any of these marriage stuff. She’s more concerned with making sure Desmond stays out of trouble. Keeping an eye on Desmond is the reason why she’s getting better at freerunning… and lying.

Umar still dies and Desmond can’t do anything about it. With his death, any arranged marriage plans between Altaïr and Adha dies as well and they don’t see Altaïr for years because he’s in Masyaf training and their father is oddly against going to Masyaf that Desmond chalked up to him trying to not look suspicious and just an ordinary traveling merchant.

Their parents die later on (peacefully but still a sad day for Desmond and Adha) and Adha promises to take care of Desmond and that they’ll be together forever. Desmond knows she’s making a promise out of grief and fear but he can’t help but want that forever as well. He thought he was okay with his life as Desmond Miles but having experienced how it is to be loved by a family and have a sibling that will always stand by his side, not shrouded by the artificial feeling of being in the Animus or knowing it’s just a Bleed, Desmond cries on her shoulder.

It’s when they’re sorting their parent’s stuff (there wasn’t much) that they learn of their lineage. How their father was a descendant of one of the early settlers in Alamut, supposedly even before the Brotherhood (which he writes down as ‘Hidden Ones’) even started their construction of the castle. Their family left when there was some kind of ‘hidden war’ or something as they didn’t want to get in the middle of any of that, taking with them the stories of a great underground ‘city’ created by those who came before.

Desmond realized that this city was an Isu city (or maybe temple?) and that Adha had been looking for this and found it in the original timeline, most probably taking knowledge from the city that would lead to her being called the Chalice.

A part of Desmond doesn’t want to get anywhere near all these Chalice business, he just wants to live his life as peaceful as before…

But he knows he can’t. Not when the Chalice is meant to unite the factions. Whatever Adha found in this lost city… It could help bring peace and maybe… just maybe… change Altaïr and Adha’s fates.

Unorganized Notes:

Anyway, the whole Altaïr’s Chronicles storyline starts up but, this time, the Chalice is supposedly held by one of the twins. Adha insists it’s her. Desmond keeps telling everyone it’s him. Altaïr is pretty sure one of them is protecting the other and it’s giving him a headache trying to guess which one is the Chalice (or has the Chalice or drank from the Chalice or fused with the Chalice or… seriously, Desmond keeps changing the story and Adha always backed him up and Altaïr is pretty sure it’s another one of their ruses)

Desmond is torn concerning his relationship with Altaïr. He knows he loves Altaïr, had loved him for years now but he also remembers how Altaïr had loved Adha in the original timeline and, really, he was willing to let Altaïr go if it means the two most important people in his life would be happy. Then there was Maria Thorpe and Desmond feared the day she would appear in Altaïr’s life and take him away from Adha… and from him.

In this scenario, either Adha thinks of Altaïr as a younger brother (“I’m older than you.” “Little brothers should shut up when their big sister is talking, right, Desmond?” “… give it up, Altaïr. You won’t change her mind on this.”) and she thinks Desmond is being stupid if he thinks Altaïr would ever be taken away from him by her of all people (“Have you seen how he looks at you???”) or by some stranger. She’s also willing to be their beard and marry Altaïr so they can all live in the same house without it being that strange. Getting pregnant though is up for debate because he doesn’t like Altaïr that way. OR

Adha also loves Altaïr and she’s actually aiming for the whole “We’ll share Altaïr.” ending and really, she needs these two idiots to stop worrying (Desmond in believing Altaïr doesn’t love him the way he loves Adha and Altaïr in believing that something is wrong with him for loving both of them). OR

We add Maria Thorpe later on and this turns into a polyfidelity where they all love one another and are all in a relationship (except Desmond and Adha who see each other as siblings… they’re close and Desmond likes to make Borgia jokes no one gets but they’re not romantically or sexually together) OR

Adha and Maria falls in love and they become Altaïr and Desmond’s beards and they all live in the same house and raise their children all together.

Take your pick. XD

In a modern setting, I think a lot of things would remain the same or get setup as similar but the lone exception is that William Miles would be their father. In this scenario, Adha would act as Desmond’s big sister (even if they’re twins) and try to protect him as much as possible. They’d always be compared and Bill would be more disappointed at Desmond even though the reason is that Adha is trying hard so that Bill won’t focus on Desmond while Desmond hates training so much that he just works the bare minimum. In the end, Adha is the one who suggest they run away and they do.

… This one could end with them both being captured by Abstergo and they’re both put in the Animus with Desmond reliving Altaïr’s 1191 while Adha relives Altaïr’s 1190.

…………… This could also be a case of old Assassins being reborn in the present like in Project Eurydice so Altaïr could be the one leading the Assassin team that saves them and he’s surprised because…

To him, both Desmond and Adha remind him too much of Adha.

(I guess in this case… Desmond and Adha are the reincarnation of Adha split into two during conception)

#adha as desmond’s twin #adha would beat the crap of anyone who tries to hurt her twin #and desmond would quietly take out anyone who dares to hurt his twin #altaïr had his bisexual awakening early as a child #it’s all the twins fault #i guess fic trivia #in project eurydice #desmond is hinted to be maria thorpe’s reincarnation XD #ask and answer #no usual tags because #altdes #also #here i am again #with my #altdesadhmar #agenda XD #huh? #i didn’t explain what the chalice is? #uuuhhh #well… #i mean #it can be whatever you want it to be? #okay fine #i have plans for adha in eagle of alamut and i don’t wanna spoil too much XD #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed