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weebsinstash · 5 months

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hey, can I have more husband and wife family dynamics with thragg? maybe more about her pregnancy or the kids' childhood/baby time?

Sure can! It's been pretty fun writing about potential scenarios where this monstrous piece of shit can actually feel love. First and foremost I was watching a video on YouTube going over this scene again and uh Comic Readers KNOW How Fucked This Man Is. um, out of context vague spoilers but, I'm assuming people asking about Thragg have read the comics or are curious about the comics but like yall Need To Know how he treats the kids of his enemies

I feel like I need to share/remind people of this scene because like, this man can be kind of hard to pin down. He's from this loveless society that sees kindness as weakness and he's like King Dickhead but there are still times when he can be quite courteous, even apologetic, sarcastic, whatever. I think at the end of the day he's just a very selfish, explosive, emotionally impulsive man but revisiting this scene was a little surprising for me since I forgot he was even like, capable of "small kindnesses" like saying sorry or whatever. Like. Is him wiping her tears while smearing blood all over her face a well intentioned accident or is he like waging psychological warfare on this like, i think she's literally 5 years old. What is the purpose of him apologizing to a child for splashing blood of her family member on her when he intends to kill her or leave her for dead in front of her dying parents anyways. I'm still trying to get a feel on this man

THAT BEING SAID, moving on, we're talking about a yandere Thragg today and thankfully that comes with perks

- it's pretty obvious but like, you are his favorite mate and your children are his favorite children. I like to think of concepts with Reader being Ursaal and Onaan's mother or even the previously mentioned triplet idea with Mark being their sibling (otherwise I'd have to invent new characters and that doesn't, resonate the same, and I also really like Ursaal actually and I feel like there's some real story potential in Ursaal discovering more of her humanity through her mother's kindness and wanting to protect her mother from her father)

-can you imagine like. I still think about the idea where you're actually Nolan's mate but one day you mouth off to Thragg and he "puts you in your place" in front of Nolan as a punishment to you both and like a month later you find out you're pregnant and, I imagine abortions are only done on Viltrum if the fetus is too weak or defective, so you're forced to carry it and you and Nolan are lying that it's his and then one day Thragg just, passes by, sees your swelling tummy, takes one sniff of you, "it's mine" and demands a paternity test. And you'd think, "oh surely he'd just take the baby" which is what you'd prefer but, no it becomes a pretext for him to steal you from Nolan altogether

-you're fed incredibly nutrient dense, protein packed, ultimate pregnancy food because Thragg wants those babies as healthy as possible. Thragg has probably had other alien kids before but these are his first hybrid or nearly fully Viltrumite children and that makes them special. New dad Thragg holding up these little absolute mammoths of newborns with all their chunk and pudge and rolls and he's just so proud, "look at how robust these children are! Surely they have inherited my strength! Fine additions to the Viltrum Empire were born on this day" and you're like half awake in bed and he just, pets your hair

-ok just. Ok just picture it like. You're pregnant and upset and so stressed out because you didn't want to be Nolan's mate after he helped conquer Earth but at least you had known him and liked him initially. You're just constantly stressed out and angry and watching every single word you say around Thragg because you don't know him or what he's capable of, but I imagine a sort of scenario where he's taking you to the doctor and running tests and procedures and just, you know prenatal checkup stuff, but the doctors are all speaking to Thragg instead of you, you aren't even being told your own test results, and the two of you finally arrive back home and you just break down crying and kind of tear into him, "I'm sure YOU have had lots of kids before but I'VE never had a baby before and I don't know what to expect or what's going to happen or- or -" and you're just bawling because, it's not a lie you're scared. You're having a baby and you're gonna be a new mom and it's entirely against your will, out of your control, and that's incredibly stressful. And this becomes a moment where Thragg actually shows some humanity by sitting you down and discussing the doctors visit with you, and that's one of the first times the two of you actually have a civil, extended conversation

Thragg thinking he's so fucking big and tough and then he sees you this little fragile fleshy untrained civillian with the big teary boo hoo eyes with your shaking hands on your little belly as you cry about being scared about giving birth to his baby and he's just, "shit I DO have feelings" and immediately feels the overwhelming need to comfort you. He'll comfort you under the guise of "stress isn't good for the children" which is true but, it's him blanketing his own concern and masking it under an excuse

-I kind of feel like that hypothetical event would be like, a footnote in your relationship. He starts treating you differently, attentive in new ways, more... emotional ways. He'll stop by while he's working on a break or something to check on with you and the assigned caretakers he has guarding you (because the very second you're confirmed pregnant you have 24/7 security) and he'll awkwardly grunt out questions about, have you eaten yet, are you experiencing any pain today, any discomfort, any new symptoms. He'll check in with your guards/nannies privately about if there's anything you're doing that he needs to know about, give tou a nice husbandly shoulder touch and then (reluctantly) getting back to work

-to be blunt part of me questions if he even has sex to create children or if he uses something akin to IVF and I only say this because of the absolute ASSEMBLY LINE he sets up on Thraxia. Trust me though he beats the kitty up with you CONSTANTLY

-I actually think after giving birth is like the ONE time you're allowed any birth control because apparently if you have too many pregnancies in too close time frames it actually sucks the calcium out of your bones and can give you osteoarthritis and Thragg wants you healthy, "for more future children obviously" which is such a lie because let's say you have your miracle birth of giving him twins or triplets or whatever but you hemmorage and become infertile or whatever. Mf is STILL keeping you around. When you think about it he technically doesn't even need you to help raise his children, he has people for that, but he forces you to be part of the process anyways

- tbh I kind of like the idea of Thragg developing some weird fucking like complex where he discovers he feels comforted cuddling you, like man gets hit by oxytocin like a fucking freight train, and it becomes him literally being unable to sleep without you in his arms. You could be in a yelling screaming argument with this man and he suddenly like, just completely shuts you down, "ENOUGH!! I require rest and I won't tolerate anymore of your childish whining!" And you could be spitting mad at him and he's just, picking you up just physically picks you up and drags you to bed anyways. Hooks his arms around your waist as the big spoon and buries his face in your hair even as you spit insults about how you hope he kills himself

Like I think I've mentioned this idea with other characters before but imagine Thragg waking up on the middle of the night IMMEDIATELY PISSED because the bed beside him is cold and he finds you on the couch, on the couch, maybe even without blankets and visibly uncomfortable, because yeah he WILL wake you up to drag you back to bed with him.

- Thragg being this warrior who literally watched people be disembowled and tortured and conquered races but suddenly you're in labor and he's in the delivery room (he refuses to wait outside) watching you literally scream in pain and he just, takes your hand and tells you to squeeze, and that it'll be alright, and he sees you so vulnerable and scared and emotional and you're looking to him for some kind of help but he can't, even with all his strengths and feats he can't help you right now, however this pregnancy goes is up to fate and the doctors and he feels like an actual visceral HUMBLING sense of helplessness that just makes him, even more obsessively protective over you

- deadass if it becomes a "he can only save one: you or the children" life-threatening pregnancy scenario, he chooses you. Says you can always try again but even if you wind up infertile and "useless" to him, he's too attached to you at this point, it doesn't matter if you "don't serve a function" or whatever bullshit Viltrumite mindset he may have had with previous mates before. You're different to him, and you're making HIM different as a person

- You're just half alive on the couch because Giving Birth is Hard and here's Thragg doing shit like personally bringing you water, feeling your forehead for any fever, monitoring your condition, aggressively interrogating your guards for extra info, sitting beside you with your babies in his arms. He lets you rest after giving birth and nearly bends over backwards

- I feel like at some point you're forced to accept a lot of real fucked up stuff and especially if you are a hybrid Vultrimite yourself and thus will be with Thragg for, basically forever, like some real "mate, do you have any cravings today. What do the children require" "ummm... at the ceremony last month, there was that... blue, little.... crab thing?" "A Florkian. They are incredibly rare" "oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know-" " -and since I observed that you were fond of the taste when you were consuming them, I went ahead and conquered their homeworld and farms have been established. I can have the slaves prepare a dish for you right away" "oh, thank you, ive been craving it ever since i ate it but i didnt want to bother by asking 🥰" "as your mate it is my duty to provide for you. Do not keep any of your desires from me"

- your children are getting trained as soldiers the second they develop powers and that's something you'll have to get used to. If your little babies get their powers at 5, they're still learning combat, getting knocked around, near beaten, "toughened up". Thragg will conceal the full extent of how they're treated from you because the way he sees it, you weren't raised on Viltrum and you're simply ignorant of their culture. He doesn't need you to accept how things are. Your kids will come home with black eyes and bruises and bloodied noses and he'll growl at you not to make them too soft as you weep over Ursaal missing a chunk of her hair because an opponent grabbed her by it and she had to break away and some was ripped out at her scalp, like. The psychological damage of asking your small child how their day with their father went, "it was excellent mother, I made my first kill!!" And then gleefully describing to you in detail how while their father was fighting an enemy soldier, the soldiers child attacked yours, and, your baby killed another kid. Like. That's the sort of thing you have to be raised with to block out of your heart. Going to hug your child who may not even be 10 years old and they have literal blood on their hands

-personal headcanon but also semi canon but I imagine Ursaal is the most competent of your twins and is Thragg's favorite. She just has a better tactical mind on her shoulders and isn't, uh. As horribly sadistically violent as Onaan. Like say your kids become platonic yandere or whatever, or, you have your own kids with thragg and the twins are separate but still attached to you. Onaan is the kid you find killing cats because he's jealous they get more attention than him while Ursaal is like, giving her father incredibly detailed reports and her own insight into what you've been up to, how you're feelings, things you say and do when Thragg isn't around

-so I know y'all see that image I posted with Thragg and his twins. I tried to censor, The Cape last time but I realized like, even with censoring the head it's still super obvious who that is, there's only one white furred creature in this entire show. I imagine after Thragg gets his Beast Drip that, once Throkk's daughter comes for revenge, she is also slaughtered, and her pelt becomes YOUR cape. Or maybe Thragg offhandedly mentions to you that BB Jr has vowed vengeance and you're casually flipping through a book, "is she as strong as her father, like if you had to rate it 1 to 10 with her father being 10 and 1 being a human. If the daughter is at about a 7 or below, Ursaal should be able to handle her, get herself a nice coat to match her father" and Thragg feels this warmth in his chest to hear you're actually observant of his/your children and their prowess, especially to hear you praise Ursaal in such a uh violent context, just casually suggesting his daughter could turn another sentient humanoid creature into a pelt to wear. This is another example of "living the viltrum life will eventually dehumanize you and rob you of certain empathies"

- I don't think you would actually have a title but could you imagine if Thragg decides you're like, officially his true mate, like the mate above all others, like you're the Empress in his little harem of concubines and ladies in waiting. I hc that your official title is something like Grand Duchess or perhaps if this is the twin/triplet scenario something more vaguely historical sounding like The High Mother or Regent Mother or, you get the point

-I still think "Reader turns out to be an incredibly late blooming hybrid" is a neat concept but I also don't know how they would miss that since during your pregnancy and all you're receiving medical care out the ass but like. Thragg personally training both you and the children as a family. Would be kind of humiliating honestly because it's kind of vaguely implied you should learn things before the kids do and if you struggle, here's Thragg, telling his kids in private they have to protect you and keep an eye on you and report any problems back to him

- thragg would definitely be training you in hand to hand but suddenly finds he can't bear hitting you in the face or hitting you at a certain strength. Like. Absolutely 100% you're gonna have a lot of scenarios where you're brawling or wrestling and he pins you and it swiftly transitions to you getting rawdogged from your high on adrenaline husband. Tbh that sex would probably be his favorite, where he has to defeat you in combat and then rewards himself. Can probably border from hatesex to consensual to noncon, not that he has a problem doing THAT to you either

- probably has portraits done of you and him. Idk do you think Viltrum has like enough art culture for portraits to be a thing? Most fascist tyrants have portraits. He would have several done: you and him, just you, you while pregnant, him and you while pregnant, you holding your babies, you and him holding your babies, and family shots as they grow up. Say you conquer a planet together as a family and one day you're revisiting and there's some sort of museum set up amd you find like a wall length portrait of, you and your children soaked in blood tearing carnage through the fire and flames and Thragg is beside you just nodding in approval, "they captured your image rather well"

- goooooddddd imagine you're just a normal human and you progressively start showing signs of aging. You start getting more wrinkles. Your body starts working in different ways, popping, cracking, aching. Onaan, Ursaal, and Thragg all notice and they're like FREAKING OUT HONESTLY. The children don't want to accept that their mother is actually going to be a speck on the timeline of their entire lifespans. Thragg doesn't want to accept that he has to let you go and you're never coming back. They all become obsessed with finding ways to keep you young, keep you alive, fuck it they'll clone you and transfer your consciousness into a new body if they have to! This is comic book world and these are obsessed aliens and they have OPTIONS

- something something "what if Reader isn't a viltrumite hybrid but is still like super-powered or a mutant or whatever and this isn't revealed until you like are fatally injured or even DIE die and suddenly you, pop back up". Cause I feel like this "close call" would drive any yandere literally insane because, what if there's no second chance, what just happened, can you still die, they can never never never never never allow you to get hurt ever ever ever again

Thragg just walks into the kitchen and you have the stove top red hot and you've just got your palm resting on it and you look to him kind of just shocked, all, "look... nothing happens... I just feel some of the warmth" and Thragg just puts his fist through your oven anyways, "you could've gotten hurt" and immediately picking you up and carrying you to some sort of perceived "safer place"

- this is like a specific scenario but like, can you imagine as a mom you like to brush and comb Ursaal's hair and you idly suggest she could always grow it out more and you could help braid it and things, but once it starts getting longer Thragg objects and says it could get grabbed during a fight and orders her to cut it but you step in and say she shouldnt have to, it's HER hair, and you two get into it, and one day Ursaal is brought home by her father and he's all but shaved her head after she had actually grown it out to a decent length. You and Thragg are at odds over how to treat rhe children and Ursaal begins to realize that many of the restrictions her father instills on her are because of a way of life she may not fully agree with, a life filled with violence and bloodshed with no room for love or kindness or creativity. She probably helps you from going over the edge too, honestly. If anything else through this life with Thragg, in your darkest places you may still find yourself thinking you have to keep going to try and help your children

- with others, Thragg is the kind of yandere where he's standing in the same room as you and you're both doing completely different things and he suddenly says, "so I noticed during the meeting that your eyes kept lingering on my mate" and without further warning he's beating up someone on the accusation they were lusting for his wife, no discussion, just fists , and he'll do shit like this a lot to the point people don't feel comfortable being around you and you're just further socially isolated

- I feel like Thragg would have some weird like fondness slash fetish for watching you breastfeed. Like, awww here's his cute little wife with his chubby little babies and you're giving them their nice milk, what a good mom, providing for the babies he put in your belly ❤️ part of me is convinced if you're a viltrumite or hybrid or whatever that you uh. Eventually wind up with a lot of babies. A LOT of babies. Do you think he would want a specific amount or its just vibes. Like you're over 300 years old and you've already got 50 kids with him but he sees you teaching one of your youngest sons how to throw a punch and suddenly he wants another

- all I'm saying is if he ever catches you self harming or attempting to hurt yourself he's gonna have a real extreme reaction. Like he finds you cutting yourself with a broken glass and you're immediately restrained and taken to a hospital, completely stripped, inspected for other wounds, and if there are any and especially a lengthy history of them, you're in such trouble. But I also think it would be extremely difficult to hide this from him since as time goes on you two are constantly having sex or he's inviting himself into your shower to bathe with you. You accidentally bang your arm on a counter or something and get a tiny bruise, this man will know about it and wants a detailed report on where it came from

- even when you guys aren't super familiar with each other and you've "just met" he's already protective and all that. Like you've just been brought into his home and you barely even know him still and he may even act mean and angry to you and then one day he sees you have a large bruise on your arm, "what is this?" ".... it's nothing, Grand Regent" "I asked you a question and you'll answer me: where did this come from" "... I spoke out of turn with one of your advisors and turned to leave without permission, Grand Regent" "And so they grabbed you?" "Yes Grand Regent" "who" "it was my fault, I-" "WHO" and the second you give a name or description he's wordlessly leaving the room and shows up again HOURS later with visible blood on him, "it has been handled. You are not to be harmed or punished without my permission or instruction"

- in some scenario where you leave the kids behind and try to run away, like... he isn't just gonna throw up his hands, "well I already got children out of her, she has served her purpose" and leave you the fuck alone. If anything this man would track you down just to tell you off for having the fucking nerve to disobey and defy him! I can picture an actively captured wife where you are constantly kept on some kind of restraint or have a bracelet or collar or even a LEAD THAT HE HOLDS and you're IMPRISONED rather than "I'm being monitored but otherwise I have my own agency". Thragg will make himself a throne that you can be chained to if he has to. He'll have restraints made that are decorative and complimentary of your features. Imagine he's making some sort of public appearance and while he's speaking he's got an arm around your waist and you're pulled up against him and meanwhile you've got. A bar gag and cannot speak

- really, truly, in a way, you become a symbol, but one of all different kinds. There are Viltrumites who see how their mighty Grand Regent treats his mate and they are viscerally disgusted (Kregg and Lucan comes to mind), like people who really start to question the society they are living in, questioning if it really must be so selfish and devoid of empathy, questioning if they really want to keep living this way and for their children and their children's children to live like this. Then there are others who see the way the Grand Regent controls his mate and see its as a sign of strength and permission to treat their own mates the same.

Mostly, though... the only thing that will take you away from Thragg is death. Until the day one of you dies, you're stuck with him, and there's basically no one around who's stronger than he is, period. You might as well cozy up and get friendly with your new husband, since you're going to be together for a long time and spend lots, and lots, and LOTS of time together ❤️

#yandere Invincible #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts #ngl reader x battle beast kinda hits different. imagine bb winning and youre like THANK FUCK can i fuck you as thanks??? and hes like. sure

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yuurei20 · 12 days

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Hey Yuurei ^^ - Question!

So, as far as I'm aware the flashbacks we see at the end of the chapter are player and overblot character specific - MC and Grim do not witness them. (Right?) Nor do any of the other students really have a deep understanding of the other characters motivations beyond what they yell pre-and post overblot

(and honestly this kinda ties into why I don't really understand the Therapist Yuu joke - in the game particularly, MC doesn't really do much to comfort let alone really understand the Overblotters? Azul has a moment, but otherwise not really. (I feel like the Manga and Book get into that territory a bit more though)

ANYWAY

My question is if as far as you've seen, the characters seem aware of the backstories of the other characters? In Masquerade, it does seem like Azul and Malleus (more Azul) seem aware of Idia's relationship to the dead sibling topic. It also seems like the Heartslybul characters are more aware of Riddle's background, but I'm not sure about anyone else.

Hello hello! ^^ Answer! Thank you so much for this wonderful question!

As far as I can tell the flashbacks are between the overblot victim and the player, with no other characters (or the prefect/Grim) involved!

There are never any dialogue boxes or internal monologues from the prefect insinuating that they witnessed the flashbacks.

There are similarly no insinuations in the manga (only the Heartslabyul arc has been completed as of this post), and in the novel the point of view changes entirely to the overblotter.

There is no internal dialogue or narration to insinuate that the prefect is aware of the post-overblot dreams, and in Heartslabyul novel the prefect silently reflects (after Riddle has recovered) on how much none of them know:

"‘But…things got so bad that he overblotted. I think the housewarden has his reasons. Clover-senpai won’t say anything, though.'"

"Riddle had conjured enough excess blot to exceed the capacity of his stone. The depth of his sorrow and rage is simply too much for Yuuya and the others to understand." - Twst the first novel

The other students seem to mostly be waiting for the overblotter to wake up in the game, which we can probably assume is what the prefect does as well.

Azul and Idia do seem maybe the most curious of the group, but then there is the end of Book 6 where Rook explains, "He--or rather, they--chose to try and boost their brother up from the depths below to the skies above," insinuating that he knows about dead-Ortho.

Rook is speaking openly with Vil, who seems to know who this "they" refers to, so it might be safe to assume that the kidnapped overblot victims know about dead-Ortho!

As for who knows what, I think Riddle and Leona might be the most secretive of the overblotters! Riddle has a line about how much he has suffered and Leona mentions being loathed with no present and no future, but we get a detailed mission statement from overblotting Azul.

It seems Azul is able to deduce Jamil's motivation based on Jamil's pre-overblot monologue, while we receive vague but not inaccurate information from Vil, as well.

Malleus also presents a statement of intent for his overblot.

To the original question: you have a good point about the prefect not really serving as a counselor! They seems to have limited one-on-one screen time with any of the characters besides Grim, Ace and Deuce.

This makes the end of Book 3 all the more fascinating, as you say!

Is Azul the only character with whom the prefect has ever had a one-on-one conversation about what happened, encouraging him and complimenting him?

(While there are follow-ups with Jamil in Book 5 and Vil in Book 6, they are both group conversations rather than a private moment between an overblotter and the prefect alone.)

(The prefect also interacts briefly with a post-overblot Leona in Book 2, but it is in a crowded room with the prefect calling Leona out for not showing remorse, which is also a little different from the moment between the prefect and Azul.)

While I find the "prefect acting as school counselor" fandom-joke to be very cute, you may be correct that it is not exactly an accurate representation of what is happening in the game ^^ (similar to the joke about STYX being the government!)

#twstask #twisted wonderland

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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Knubbler hcs (Fluff alphabet edition)

Ik I just posted a fluff list to do with CRP characters last post but I also wanna do it with Knubbler because this fucker has been on my mine for WEEKS and I gotta feed my fellow dick enjoyers

Obvious heads up on heavy hc stuff since we don't have much on this dude RAAAAAAAH + still developing my hcs

Long since its A-Z, not proof read and I wrote this in one sitting I need to be put down

Attraction-

Torn between wanting to say he has high standards but I'm a dickface shipper sooo (/lh)

I can't explain it but I feel like he'd be into the feistier people; more dominant and outspoken, that sort of thing, ballsy. Also balancing with being chill so it's not just. Constant energy

Balance, you know

Appearance wise? I'm stumped tbh so maybe I'll revisit this later some day

Bonding-

While he enjoys dragging you around and spoiling you (getting into that for D + G), he does enjoy time spent at home with you! Knubblers always been the type of person to sit by a fire reading a book with a glass of wine; in a robe of course

At least he does to me

Calm stuff like that is a must

Oh how I crave domestic life hcs with this man

Cuddling-

I don't have PDA on this list so imma let it be said, this man loves affection, giving and receiving. Absolutely adores being all over you at all times and not at all afraid to show you off

Going to the actual prompt he doesnt care if you're larger or smaller than him, if you sprawl yourself over his chest he will melt!!!! Hold each other!!!

Dates-

This man is going to pour so much money into these dates

Could just be because we saw him take Abigail out to dinner but my brain defaults to restuarant dates, but otherwise I feel he's also a museum enjoyer (historical, art, ect)

Emotion-

Of course since this for reader insert stuff I can't exactly say who's more emotional so we're relying on Knubbler

I feel like. He's moderate, based on his interactions with Dethklok

He's patient by a considerable amount but has his limits

Absolutely pours his heart and guts out to you when hes drunk, though, not that he doesnt already shower you with compliments and affirmations

Wanna put him at a 6.5/10 when sober, and solid 8/10 when drunk

Family-

He doesn't strike me as the type to want kids, honestly, not that he has anything against them though, it's simply not what he wants

I saw someone hc a while back that he would have a bunch of siblings and I'm HARD agreeing on that + adding my own thing that hes an uncle

Need to write a silly fic where he's assigned as babysitter for a day (I desperately need more solo/knubbler centered stuff)

Gift Giving-

Nearly every week or so he will buy you something from flowers to jewelry to stuffed animals to fancy chocolates to really anything

If you so much as mention vaguely wanting something hes pulling out his wallet

This dude is likely loaded (based on working for Dethklok and being successful prior judging by the newspapers at the end of episode 2) so he's not afraid to drop some cash for you

As for receiving gifts he doesn't hold you to the same standard regardless of your income but he would be thrilled with anything you give him, I feel like hes a jewelry guy but maybe that's just because I like drawing him with rings

I feel like he'd go bonkers for baked good though

Harsh-

You guys may butt heads but you guys probably wouldn't argue too much outside of the basic disagreements that happen in every relationship!! Usually apologies for lashing out (if he does that in that particular argument) but will refuse to apologize if there's an actual problem that needs to be addressed (if said problem is on your end)

King of compromises (learned trait from working with bands me thinks)

Injury-

Depends on the severity

Knows very very basic first aid (cleaning, applying pressure if it's an open bleeding wound, cool water if it's a burn, ect) but more than that he's lost

Swearing and a bit of panic if it's something more serious, this is true for if hes the one hurt as well

If you're the one hurt hes going to hover all over you. Oh nooo please dont tell him hes your savior/hero, please don't make him reel good for pampering you oh NOOOOOOO (stares)

If hes the ome hurt hes going to bask in the attention if he needs to be taken care of, hypes up splinters/j

This stuff also applies to sickness

Jealousy-

Oh this is one jealous motherfucker. He will *glare* with those red pin prick robotic eyes of his

If someone's flirting with you he will saunter over and wrap an arm around you, loudly and sharply calls you babe to get the point across

^Kinda cliche but I feel like this man is a sucker for tropes

But if you're like actively uncomfortable I think he might have to intervene

See: his criminal record and the fact he "knows people who can 'take care of someone'", whether he'd actually follow through depends

Kisses-

Recieving he loves when you kiss his face; mouth, cheeks, nose

Giving, really everything is fair game if you give the go ahead; has a particular fixation on your hands (backs and knuckles), cheeks, and neck

Love anything from quick pecks to full on make out sessions

Love Language-

Physical touch and gift giving! Sometimes the gift giving can get intense since hes so ready to treat you like royalty but he doesnt mean anything malicious by it

As for receiving he has a soft spot for affirmations

Marriage-

He goes either way I think, but leans further to no marriage

That doesn't mean hes any less committed to you, though

You guys probably get matching rings even if there isn't a ceremony or legal thing, I think

No-

A deal breaker is like. If you're genuinely a bad person or a threat to his career

Like theres a difference between the shit Dethklok gets into and what you would have to do for him to cut you off full stop

Though I'm stumped on what exactly would call for that outside of being a genuinely horrible person, maybe I'll revisit this later

Oddity-

His laugh is the first thing I can think of. While I think the original is silly and cute in its own way, I'm kinda glad they changed it in the movie

He laughs at his own jokes and has a killer hair routine he follows religiously. Shitty innuendos, too. I am not going to let this man live down the hot dog thing and I KNOW it ain't a one off thing there is no way, this man gets no bitches (using Nathan's "you're horrible with women" comment as leverage)

Outside of that I dont think there's many quirks or habits that are worth mentioning

Petnames-

By law he has to call you Baby/Babe but I can also see him saying Hon/Honey, maybe even Sweetheart

Loves being called things like Dear and Darling

Question-

Loves coming to you to ask if you wanna give a second opinion on something hes working on, work related or not! Hes more than confident in his skills regarding sound engineering, but he likes getting the attention and time from you

Risk-

Skipping this because I'm truly stumped on trying to figure out how far hes willing to go in a relationship in terms of taking risks

SHH-

Has a few secrets, ranging from personal stuff to things that ultimately don't concern you

And that's okay, as long as it's not anything that can screw you or the relationship over, privacy is necessary

Probably has a lot of secrets surrounding dumb or embarrassing stuff hes done before and during the relationship

Tunes-

Obligatory I have a funky sense of music and while I want to choose a song that fits the time period of the main show to the decades before I'm a bit lost. Also I dont generally listen to love songs/songs that can be passed off as ones if you squint. So you guys get 2 songs that give me knubbler x (reader/oc insert) vibes

youtube

And

youtube

Upset-

When Knubbler is upset he shuts himself off and tries to get over whatever funk hes in, usually a glass or two is involved

Occasionally he'll seek you out for comfort or validation

If you're the one upset he's already lending you an ear and offering a shoulder to lean on (metaphorically and literally), gets mad on your behalf if someone upset you and offers solutions if it was something else

I like to think that you guys dedicate nights for venting and unloading on drama and bullshit. Like two gossiping moms

Valentine-

He is not holding back

You wake up to breakfast and gifts. He takes you out all day for shopping, you guys come home to get ready for dinner and a movie

Things definitely get.. intimate

But this is a SFW blog so I am not going to elaborate

Wedding-

If there is a wedding you guys make sure it's straight out of a storybook; dream wedding basically

Since he's not too worried about getting married I'd assume it makes sense that he lends most the power to you when it comes to decorating

Xray-

Urges you to communicate your feelings outwardly and verbally since hes not a mind reader, but he does pick up on certain behaviors to give him a general idea of how you're feeling

He doesn't want to push too hard, though, so he tries to offer an environment where there's open communication

Yearning-

Stealing this from my friend but hc that Knubbler actually would not know how to react to someone genuinely having an interest in him, at least in the beginning

Like he knows he's not the ugliest or the most horrible person but he doesnt think hes a heartthrob

So when you come along and actually get him to sit and settle down with someone he kinda. Doesn't know how to feel about being on his own/seperated

Like he can still function but hes finding himself thinking about you a lot; from wondering how your day is to things he wants to tell you when you guys are reunited

Zzz-

As mentioned before he loves cuddling so be ready for him to hold onto you

Prefers soft and light covers compared to heavier ones

Probably yoinks the blanket while he's sleeping

Probably snores

Bonus hc I think his robo eyes can be taken out, like for charging and he has a lil case for them. Has a sleeping mask so nothing gets into his sockets + he understands how it looks to others (especially if they wake up half asleep in the dark and arent used to the empty sockets yet)

#metalocalypse x reader #knubbler x reader #dick knubbler x reader #knubbler x you #dick knubbler x you #self indulgence at its finest #dick knubbler #knubbler #Youtube

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goose-duck · 4 months

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trolls x Male reader //characters mentioned: Floyd, Veneer, Velvet, Y/N

I thought abt this and decided to write it, ur velvet and veneer's little brother. Why brother? Why not gender neutral? Bc I'm male and I want to be the center of attention, okay?YOU ARE SIBLINGS IN THIS, DONT GET WEIRD!! AND FLOYD AND YOU ARE JUST BUDDIES!! NO FUNNY BUSINESS!!

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Veneer's PoV:I was just laying on the couch in the living room, it's just a Saturday, no shows no nothing, boring. Velvet doesn't even want me to do anything today and I haven't seen Y/N yet today so he's probably still asleep..or doing something foolish, you never really know with that guy.Y'know, I could go talk to the troll...oh what's his name..? Do trolls have a name..? Oh! Flower? I think that's his name! Flower! I'll go talk to him.

••••••3rd person PoV:Veneer walks into the studio room to talk to Floyd when he sees that Floyd is in fact, not there. The whole diamond perfume bottle is gone actually! The troll Veneer trollnapped has been double trollnapped!

••••••Veneer's PoV:Sh*t...oh no...Vel's gonna kill me when she finds out Flower is missing! What do I do? What do I do? Aaaahhh.

••••••3rd person PoV:Veneer starts running around looking for "Flower" and yelling "Flower, where are you?" . Everyone in the building assumes he either lost his mind or is looking for flour for baking, not that they've ever seen him bake, but who knows what those twins get up to in their free time? I mean, their little brother bakes so who's to say the older siblings don't?

••••••Veneer's PoV: I still haven't found that dang troll! What do I dooo? Ughhh!I walk past my little brother's room to hear him talking to someone, maybe he's in a phone call...but I like to know who he's talking to because he's ended up talking to some real strange people without knowing it thanks to me and Vel bringing him to put shows. I kind of feel bad about it so I try to protect him where I can while still letting him have fun.I stand just outside Y/N's bedroom door, which he's conveniently left open. I'm just out of view from where his bed is. I don't understand why he wanted such a small room actually, he just insisted on it, saying it was more cozy or something? Maybe it is, but I'm not interested in finding out.Anyway, I stand outside his room and listen quietly to hear who he's talking to.It's that troll! I recognize that voice! What's he doing talking to my little brother!? What was Y/N doing in the studio? ...what has that troll told him..? If he knows what me and Vel did will he still love us...?I start to get worried and lean against the wall, sliding down it until I get to the floor. It's really hitting me now just how bad everything we did to that troll and everyone else is. I knew it was bad, but now that I'm worrying my little brother might never want to talk to me again...I don't know...it just really solidifies how bad of a person I've become just to make Velvet happy...

••••••Earlier in the dayY/N's PoV:I was just wondering around the mansion, it's early morning and I woke up before everyone else, as per usual. It's winter break so I don't have to go to school, but I'm still stuck on that schedule for waking up at 5, which is annoying because I was really hoping to sleep in. My older siblings are so lucky! They're famous so they don't have to go to school right now, they make so much money off their music that it doesn't matter what else they do.I remember them always being really bad singers...I guess maybe they took voice lessons? I vaguely remember Veneer saying something about that...I wish the would have asked me to sing with them but I guess that would have thrown off the twins gimmick if their little brother is also with them. I'm a great singer...I did choir for years...I've sung on stages for crowds many times...I can even play a few instruments...maybe I should just make my own music career?Actually, that'd be something to do with my morning since no one's awake to tell me not to...I can use their studio! I don't think I'll actually become famous, but it might just be fun to play with the equipment and pretend I'm a famous singer like Velvet and Veneer!

••••••3rd person PoV:Y/N starts walking to the recording studio. Normally Velvet or Veneer would make him leave but since they're both asleep no one's there to him from just going in, except maybe a lock? But Y/N doesn't believe either sibling is attentive enough to actually lock a door.

••••••Y/N PoV:I slowly push open the studio door, trying to be quiet just in case Crimp hears me and goes to wake the twins up.Once inside the room the first thing I notice is this diamond perfume bottle with this little blue thing in it, it seems alive.I walk over to it and pick up the perfume bottle, the thing inside groans, I feel bad for it and set it down."Sorry...did I hurt you..?" I ask shyly, feeling bad that I upset whatever it was.The blue thing looked shocked at my apology and shook it's head, "no, no, who...who are you? I've never seen you before, it's usually just Velvet and Veneer and sometimes Crimp.""Oh..um..I'm Y/N, I'm Velvet and Veneer's little brother. Who are you? And why are you in a perfume bottle..?" I ask curiously, I'm rather confused by why my siblings have a tiny thing in a perfume bottle."I'm Floyd, it's nice to meet you, Y/N. I don't know how you're gonna take this or if you'll even believe me, but your siblings have been keeping me in this perfume bottle and using my talent so they can sing! It's...kinda killing me..." He said nervous for my reaction.I'm upset that my siblings would go that care but not surprised either, I figure it's more Velvet's doing than Veneer's as she tends to push him around a lot, he actually kind of seems scared of her...I wonder what she does to him when I'm not around if she also does things like this to tiny blue men... actually...that's a weird looking man...I should ask him what he is."What...what are you..?" I ask awkwardly, it's such a strange question to ask someone, but I wanted to know, he's something I've never seen before.He gives me a weird look before collecting himself and saying, "I'm a troll."I gave him a weird look but nodded afterwards like it was normal. I kind of remember Velvet saying something abouts trolls in a band called "BroZone" but maybe I'm delusional? Maybe I should just ask Floyd since he's here."Um...like...from BroZone..?" I ask with some suspicion that I'm correct.He responds," yeah, Floyd, from BroZone...that's me." "Sweet." I say casually before continuing, "so...my siblings trapped you in a perfume bottle and are kinda killing you, yeah?" Floyd nods. "Cool cool...well, not cool, but, like, I'm comprehending the situation, y'know? Why am I still talking...ahhh...um.." you looked at the clock seeing it's almost 10, the time when the twins wake up, so you panic and grab the perfume bottle and run to your room. You were in such a rush that when you got in there you didn't even close the door, you just hid under the blankets with Floyd."Sorry for just grabbing you...I hope you didn't get hurt..." You say worriedly."No no, I'm okay..." Floyd says, clearly a little shaken up."Ahh, what do we do? My siblings will be awake any minute! I'd just let you go but what if they see you and hurt you?..." Y/N starts thinking out loud about how to keep Floyd safe.Floyd comforts Y/N a bit, telling him that it's gonna be okay and that they can stay under the blankets and talk about how to do this.

••••••Present timeVeneer's PoV:I start panicking in the hallway about what might happen, there's no way Y/N doesn't know what Velvet and I did, he's gonna hate us! What do I do now?I see Velvet walking over, she looks angry."Veneer! Did you take the troll!" She yells at me, not even realizing the door to Y/N's room is wide open.I give her a worried look and shush her, pointing at Y/N's room. She then groans and storms off, telling me that we'll talk about this later.I see Y/N slowly pop his head out of his room and look at me, he doenst look happy, he looks disgusted and maybe even a bit scared.He asks me, "why'd you do it..? Why are you hurting this troll..? If you couldn't sing you could have been a model or an actor...it's still not too late for that stuff...just stop hurting him..." He sounds so sad, so dissapinted in me.I'm supposed to be his older brother yet I'm the immature one who was so desperate for fame and money that I hurt an innocent troll..."I'm sorry for what I did to Flower...I... shouldn't have done it...it's too late to go back on it now...I know that...but...I can help you get him past Velvet and out of here...we'll talk more about what I did later, okay? The priority right now is to get Floyd to safety. Sound good, Y/N?" I say sincerely, I truely do feel bad, I'm just so afraid of Velvet, but seeing that look on my little brother's face...I just couldn't take it any longer.Y/N agrees without a second thought, he just wants Flower to be happy and free, I guess maybe they've become friends while Velvet and I were sleeping? Anyway, not the time for logistics! It's time to save this troll!I see Y/N make a weird face for a moment before looks at me and saying, "Flower?" In a very judgy tone.I was confused and responded, "t-the troll..?"Y/N rolls his eyes at me and sighs, "yup.. definately his name...""Well what's his name?" I ask awkwardly."His name is Floyd, ya damn kidnapper!..trollnapper!" Y/N says rudely before getting up and picking up the perfume bottle with Floyd in it.I apologize quickly before I hear Velvet's heels on the ground and grab Y/N and run down the hall away from Velvet.••••••A few minutes of sneaking around the house later...Y/N's PoV:I was so shocked that Veneer was helping me, I thought he'd just cry or something like that, but he's actually helping me help Floyd...hm...that still doenst make up for what he did and we'll have to talk about this later, but it's still sweet that he's trying..my big brother has always been soft hearted...so it's nice to see him show that side.

••••••Floyd PoV:Dispite Velvet and Veneer's behavior their little brother is very kind hearted, he wanted to help me without a second thought. It's nice to know that some people aren't just power hungry succubi...I guess Veneer isn't either is he..? He's just the scared brother to Velvet. Still doenst make up for the fact that he joined in on Velvet's plan, but it does explain it...so though he's not completely off the hook in my mind, I don't hate him either.

••••••Veneer PoV:We're almost at the front door and we haven't ran into Velvet yet, this is good, maybe everything will go smoothly..? Damn it! Now that I thought that something's gonna- "Aaaa!!" I scream as I slip on soapy water in the hallway, falling onto my butt.Y/N laughs at me as he gracefully slides past me and over to the door, "haha! Should have taken ice skating with me as a child!" He opens the door and lets Floyd out of the perfume bottle."Bye bye, Floyd" Y/N waves sweetly at Floyd and he waves back. I also wave at Floyd and give him a shy smile, he nods at me as a thank you before saying to Y/N, "Thank you for saving me, I thought I was gonna die in that bottle...haha, goodbye, have a nice life you two!" He then starts walking away.Y/N says one final thing," I hope to meet again sometime!"Floyd responds by looking behind him and nodding with a smile before continuing on his way home.

••••••After Veneer and Nolan talk in Nolan's roomVeneer PoV:Me and my little brother talked about what happened, he still seems dissapinted in me but he understands why I did it. He doesn't seem to want to hold it against me but said he'll support Floyd if next time we see him he holds this over my head and honestly I agree with that, I deserve it.Y/N told me he's gonna talk to Velvet about it and that I don't have to join him if I'm too scared to, but that he's going to be giving Velvet and earful about this.Heh, for the youngest sibling, Y/N sure does act like our older brother.

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Stories over <3I hope u liked it :>I tried very hard to get my thoughts into words

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #venner #Velvet #trolls floyd #trolls velvet #trolls veneer #x reader #x male reader #male y/n

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ghost-of-ao3 · 9 months

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So this is going to be a list of Tim centric fics. To be clear I haven’t read very many of the comics but I love both fanon wet cat Tim and Canon feral jackass Tim. I love all the flavors of Tim and I feel like my fic recs will show that so be mindful. I’ll also try to warn for triggers as I list them but I probably won’t get everything so please please be mindful of the tags and keep yourself safe! That said here’s the list in no particular order.

The Definition of Valor by nerdpoe 10,106 words and 1 chapter. This fic is about Tim having been blinded by Ra’s after his Widower attack is forced to adapt and overcome the difficulties that comes with losing his sight. It’s a good mix of funny and serious and I personally adore the way it’s written.

The Blood on Our Hands by KelpieCodyne 8,207 words and 1 chapter. This one is about Tim getting blasted by a spell meant for the person with the highest kill count. I like how Bruce has to grapple with his kids morality and with the fact that many of them have killed before and I really love how his siblings step up and bring out their own problems with his strict moral code. If that’s something you enjoy you might like this one.

Loch & Key by jayburb (toothpasty) 12,514 words and 3 chapters. This one does have Tim being abused by his parents so TW for that. The fic itself is about a legend of Loch Gotham. It features Tim’s interactions with the Loch and the vibes are excellent. I really really loved reading this one.

In Service by smilebackwards 12,730 words and 3 chapters. This is about how Tim ends up apprenticing under Alfred instead of becoming Robin and it changes more than you would think. I really adore the interactions between Tim and Alfred and watching him learn from him. It also re-frames his relationship with Bruce which is deeply sweet because the man has an adoption addiction that can’t be stopped.

Baby Birds and Bat Caves by IzzyMRDB 30,113 words and 20 chapters. Tim goes into the cave system after a storm and it makes him weirder than he already was. It’s based on Welcome to Nightvale but Gotham style and is very fun to read. I adore watching how Tim interacts with the forces that be while the bats are panicking over a child running around Gotham and reporting on the oddities of the city. It’s just a good good fic. TW for Joker’s attack on Barbara and Jason. These are still mentioned and while I don’t find the references overly graphic others might disagree.

Growing Old with You by LilliputianDuckling This is a series with 12 works currently and 110,554 words. It’s a Timkon series where Tim and Kon are childhood friends with good father Lex Luthor, identity shenanigans, and just the struggles of growing up and falling in love. I really cannot recommend this enough if you’re a Timkon enjoyer. There is some smut in the later works and some of the vague homophobia of being 12 year old boys in the early 2010s era but nothing that’s like hate crimes, there’s also mentions of peer pressure with regards to sex but nothing happens. The warnings being said I really connected to the characters in this fic and it just felt very real in a way that was so good. This is probably my favorite Timkon series and like I said I cannot recommend it enough and no words I say will do it justice.

Where Bats and Birds Roost by Mouse_in_this_house this is a series with 26 works and 204,783 words. For warnings There is a fic in here that centers on Sexual harrasment, attempted assault and stalking all done by an original character, Ra’s also harasses Tim So for this series please be mindful of heavy themes in regards to sexual assault. There’s other warnings but I can’t remember them all so please be mindful of the tags and do what you need to do to keep yourself safe. I cannot describe exactly what this series is but it’s a focus on Tim, the Batfam and the Core Four. Tim is so Tim in this series, he’s feral and a little unhinged but also scarily competent. It feels like Tim coming into his own and building a home, building safety net after safety net and making his own. Meanwhile people are worried about him and are dedicated to trying to work it out. That and the Bats think there’s a new player on the rise and the Batfam has no idea it’s Tim. Just all in all a really cool series.

Damian Drake by InkpotSprite 6,962 words and ? Chapters. Damian gets told to find his dad without being told who it is and ends up thinking his dad is Jack Drake. I adore it when Damian ends up imprinting on Tim like a baby duck. This is very sweet and it’s very funny to watch Damian and Dick be at odds. Just a very funny lovely fic.

Alone Together by SpaceWall 22,908 words and 4 chapters. This features Batfam heavily and isn’t exactly Tim centric but I had to add it to the list because this idea for platonic soulmates changed my brain chemistry. Your soulmates are with you your whole life, as invisible forces. I cannot describe this one but it’s really really good.

The Threads That Bind by SpaceWall 5,921 words and 1 chapter. Tim is practiced in thread magic, when Jason attacks Titans tower he sees that magic first hand. I personally love fics where Tim has a special little thing that’s uniquely his, this one does that really well as it describes his relationship with his small form of magic.

Into the Brighter Night by shoalsea 162,894 words and 12 Chapters. This is a fic about Tim that takes place mostly when Tim isn’t there. It shows how his family and friends view him without him being explicitly present for most of the fic and it’s done incredibly like I’m still losing my mind over this fic. Young Justice is heavily present and is my everything. It starts with a threat against Robin and then spirals out from there. I highly recommend this one just showstopping. TW for sexual assault being brought up, it's not graphic but still be mindful.

Maybe with a Shift in Planets by SilberSkiesAtMidnigh 4,557 words and 1 chapter. For warnings there are mentions of Cassandra being abused by her father. This is a fic where Tim finds Cass on a roof before they are found by Bruce. I love how this is focused on Cass’ POV and how it makes sense of the world in her eyes. And I love the way she views Tim Just really lovely work.

To Eat Well by SilverSkiesAtMidnight 4,599 words and 1 chapter. This is a fic about Tim but it focuses mostly on Jason. When Tim is kidnapped the family is left to cope as well as they know how. Jason stress bakes. I’m adding this fic in for a few reasons, one it’s really good and super well written and two the focus is Tim being missing and the love and concern the others have for him.

Surveillance by smilebackwards this is a series with 4 works and 29,187 words. This is a Civilian Tim Au where Jason never dies and it changes things. This series is really good, I love Tim arriving late or early to the Batfam and this fic delivers it so well. Just because he isn’t Batman trained doesn’t mean he’s not competent and just really incredible as a character. A lovely series.

#Tim Drake fics

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you mentioned you're exploring neurodivergence: characters you relate to in a way that migghhhht be related to neurodivergence and why you relate to them and i'll do my thing that i do with the characters

Thank you so much for this ask, lovely <3 so, yes, I am exploring neurodivergence, specifically along the lines of ADHD and CPTSD, but if I've learned anything while learning about neurodivergence, it's that certain aspects of disorders can overlap or even be mistaken for something else. Eventually, I intend to consult a professional. In the meantime, I make do. And I do have characters I relate to, in ways that might be related to neurodivergence.

We'll mostly deal with TSC characters. So, this is sort of combined, but James Herondale and Matthew Fairchild. I don't self-identify with them the way I do more with Cordelia, but I relate to things about them that just aren't quite present in her that are important to me. It's a bit difficult to talk about all the ways in which I relate to both James and Matthew without sharing some incredibly vulnerable stuff that I generally just don't like to talk about, but I'll try and pick out the things that might be related to neurodivergence.

This is... so so so tricky, actually. I mean, how do I even pin-point traits and things? How do I do this without sounding way too random and vague and end up just talking about things that might have nothing to do with the topic at hand? Matthew's mannerisms feel like mine, theatrical, flourishing hand gestures to accompany speech, being able to switch topics quickly, feeling like my creativity is stifled, way too focused on my physical appearance though I personally do my best to hide it, my reasoning for keeping fit is half about self-defense and protecting my siblings and friends and half about looking good which always makes me think of the way Matthew would treat training, I love finding and wearing unique clothing items that may or may not cost way too much and so it's lucky I just find these treasures in thrift stores, I also have a tendency to Smile my way through social circles (there's a running joke that I can approach absolutely anyone and strike up a conversation. Anyone), I flirt with everyone because I like the thrill of it and it allows a sort of distance from vulnerability in a way I can't exactly explain, this guy has depression and I have depression, I am often the comedian of the group or at least the entertainer (my failed dates and weird social encounters make for exciting conversations), and because of that... I don't know. Matthew feels like he's almost always acting. The world is his stage. And I feel like that all the time. I don't even know who I'm performing for half the time. It gets a bit exhausting in some ways. I struggle to always be an entertainer, to be social, to respond to conversations properly and not get way too hurt over little comments people make that they probably don't realise were taken the wrong way. I am a massive overthinker and the only times I can escape that are in entirely different environments where I basically have permission to have no outside obligations and relax or when I have the rare alcoholic drink that forces my body and mind to lose tension. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), my health doesn't allow me to drink often if at all these days.

So, I get broody, and that reminds me of both Matthew and James. I can be a very deep brooder. Silent, stone-faced, almost apathetic. That reminds me more of James. I'm a passionate person with a temper that I've spent years getting under control, but it means I need a lot of outlets for all that emotion. Getting too stuck in my own head makes me restless and I have to move and push myself physically to make myself too exhausted to be so deep in my thoughts. It's interesting, to me, that I workout for defense and aesthetics, but that it's also a crutch at this point for letting out pent up energies. If I don't, I go into weird, fairly brief episodes of extra excitable and sort of reckless behaviour (more like reduced inhibition), which can be worsened at night compared to if it happens during the day. If you hadn't clued in yet: it was after I analysed James in the post I have pinned on my blog that I realised how much his night on the town in TMH reminded me of myself, which is why I couldn't think of a reason for a while of it being a symptom of anything but him being himself just as I know that's how I can act. His cause for that episode may be different to mine, but I definitely felt some similarities there. Even James' performance-like behaviour called to me, his Chesire grin, the absolute mischief--as much as I am charmed (it's James Herondale after all), I also have this feeling of "that's me! I get that!" And yet I can't even name or explain it.

Which in turn makes me think of Will Herondale. I very rarely talk about this because a) one of my friends is in love with him and I don't need her associating me with him or vice versa, b) an ex of mine has expressed an affinity with Will which makes me feel like I can't have it either since we relate to him in fairly different ways, c) everyone would just roll their eyes at me. Oh, and, you know, it's weird because he's the father of my fictional crush 😭 Anyway. There's something about Will growing up in the countryside of Wales (I come from the countryside of Victoria where I spent just over half my life so far on a farm) and caring so deeply for his sisters, being connected to his culture and missing parts of it, being loyal to Jem and, eventually, Tessa to a point it's almost self-destructive and yet feeling like he's stumbling in the dark when it comes to getting people to like him and to being a good friend to people, being a little shit in general, spinning tales (I've done this since I could even talk, to the point where I used to fabricate so many lies as a kid, simply because I could, and because so many other kids had experiences and things that I never did and I tried to lie about it to make up for it), and I just... in the weirdest way, I relate deeply to Will. I'm not even as attached to him as I am many other characters, but he's who I think of first most of the time when it comes to his rather silly behaviour, his excitability (after finding out the curse was not real), his solitary walks, going to rare bookstores and knowing a bunch of classics, having a tendency toward poetry but only for certain people and rather privately, the messiness of his room even. My best friend jokes that my room (whenever she sees it) is actually Jace Herondale's room because it's "monk-like and bare", but she doesn't see it when I have a burn out period and I'm too exhausted to even put clothes away or cups of tea, or do anything about my piles of books or pens and papers everywhere. I leave jewellery out too. It feels like a dragon's den, which is what I think of Will's room. I rarely make my bed properly. There's nothing necessarily stopping me, and in fact I feel happier and better when everything is neat and clean and organised, but I just can't bring myself to do anything for certain periods of time.

There's also Jem, but he and I understand each other on a chronic illness level, which to me has always been a separate sort of mental framework. But while he makes music to sort through his feelings, I listen to music to help me focus (I space out and my thoughts derail and I'm rather time blind and hours will pass unproductively and music (or urgency/deadlines) so far is the only thing that gets me honed in on an activity/work). That's also a little in connection to other things though where music is my crutch. I tend to dissociate from reality and it's an alarming and distressing feeling. I've never seen it done in fiction quite like how I experience it, so I tend to just write it myself (you can see bits of it with Lila in WBITHOM, such as outside The Devil Tavern going after Matthew and in the dark ballroom scene the night of the Institute dinner with the Lightwoods). I've reached out to others who experience it and even did research, and I actually cried with relief because I thought I was going crazy and losing my grip on everything, but I'm not alone and there is every chance I can end these episodes. Music helps me focus and sort of tie me to reality/myself/the present moment, so that I don't "slip", because when I do I forget myself and my surroundings and started wondering where I am and how I got there and who I am and why I'm here--it's like an existential crisis except you've forgotten literally everything and you're stunned and everything looks weird and the people are familiar yet unfamiliar and all the sounds are kind of loud but also muffled. This is often a dissociation that can occur due to trauma, though also unknown reasons and triggers, and sleep deprivation is thought to either cause or worsen it in some instances (and I have not had enough sleep in some time, let me tell you).

Edit: also, for the derealisation/depersonalisation above, I do relate to Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games who uses this technique where she mentally goes through a checklist of things that identify herself and reality, i.e. My name is [full name], I am 19, I live in Australia, I am half-Greek, I have such and such sisters and so and so brothers, I am here right now with my family/friends, we are doing [activity], I was born [birth date] etc. Recalling these facts and things helps reel everything in, but I am still left rather fragile feeling afterward.

So, there's kind of a lot going on in this noggin of mine. I don't fully understand a lot of it. Life can be scary and frustrating and downright exhausting. But I'm determined one day to finally seek some help. As I mentioned earlier, I do what I can on my own and with friends. Anyway, that's me on the nature of, well, me. Feels weird to talk about myself this way, even if it was tied with characters. Sorry for the wait, by the way, this was really tricky to try and write (and then I kept forgetting, whoops).

#if you made it this far congrats you know a little more about me than you did previously #lee talks mental health #personal post #characters can really be important to help comfort people #and let them see themselves represented so they feel less alone

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starryshxckz · 7 months

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Super Awesomesauce factoids about my super cool Coroika rewrite

Okay so first lemme lay down the species stuff (Only for the ones who I changed species of)

Rider - Vampire Squid

Aloha - Firefly Squid (OF FUCKING COUR)

Skull - Colossal Squid (As mentioned in his info card he is the shortest Colossal Squid)

Emperor + Prinz - Neon Flying Squids

Eging Jr - Japanese Flying Squid

N-Pacer - Purpleback Flying Squid

Wireglasses - Vampire Squid

Ocho + Shellmet - Mimic Octopi

Yeah you can tell there's a theme with Emperor's. Anyway! More under cut

Quick doodle of Emperor before we continue

Emperor is black because this is my rewrite and I'm allowed to do what I want!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway

Emperor and Prinz' tentacles and certain spots around their eyes glow in the dark vaguely, but they can will it to glow brighter if so desired. They usually do this during splatfests.

They also have much higher/farther super jumps, squid rolls and squid surges, and are able to gain far more air using their inkjets Also, with their species, they can stay airborne longer than the average squid if so desired, however they try not to do these a lot considering it is actually very difficult for them to control their jumps and whatnot. The scar on Emperor's eye is proof of that.

Ignore the Houzuki bit I am simply a firm believer in the Houzuki family theory.

So that's emperor! Now uhhhh Who's next.

Aloha!! Aloha is... How do I say it? A defective? Unsure. He has no control over his glow. In the dark, his skin, eyes, and tentacles glow cool patterns, his skin glow defaults to the exact opposite of his ink colour!

He can, though, change it! As seen here

Also, if you look at their like. head long enough you can tell that they have three sets of ears! One is the default pair, one is really small and one is just raised up too high. The other two do allow him to hear... slightly better, but they're just annoying, generally.

Skull, during Team Blue's rematch, fuses with his Special on accident. He just got a wee bit careless. Does it hurt? Absolutely yes. Can he do anything about it? No. His squid form is partially Kraken while also.. Not? And his head hurts at a constant. He also has the pattern around his body usually. There's a lot more physical changes but we won't get into those yet. This is what you get for using a special your body isn't physically capable of handling, Skull. You dummy.

But, not all is lost. Avi comes over to his place a lot to help him out with things that he. Cannot do anymore because of the near constant pain he's in. But that's okay because Skull can still snipe people and it's AWESOME. Just uhhh don't let him activate his special(if its the Kraken) he will probably Die. Like I mentioned in his info card I think, he is deformed. This is not good.

Ocho and Shellmet are siblings! That's why they are both Mimic Octopus. They were actually both Octarian Soldiers but they were both also very poorly treated so that's awesome. Ocho ended up separating from Shellmet and was taken into the Metro but he got out.

When he and Shellmet reunited they managed to get to the surface and ended up doing a LOT of fucking around and finding out in order to blend in with the civilians of Splatsville. Do note though their military mindsets stuck the whole way through. Their fucking around and finding out is actually how they met Wireglasses, where Ocho battled him, lost, and Wire (Not knowing shit abt them) was like "Youre strong holy moly. Wanna join us" And Ocho with zero hesitation because he craves positive attention said yes and Shellmet was like "ur so dumb. [Joins to look after him]"

That's all for this post I have some stuff for Rider but I'm gonna save tthat for another post

#coroika #splatoon #splatoon fanart #splatoon 3 #nameless shut the fuck your mouth #aloha coroika #ocho coroika #skull coroika #rider coroika #emperor coroika #so many coroika characters #nameless does art

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ke0mara · 27 days

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BLOOD LIKE POISON (II)- LEGACIES

Summary: Faith Mikaelson has always felt different from her sister. She felt as if there was ominous inside of her that she was sure Hope didn't feel. After losing their parents the two siblings became a lot closer. Whether it was the fact that they didn't want to risk losing each other as well or because they realized that they only had each other left, they did everything they could to protect each other. But things get a lot more difficult when a creature named Malivore starts sending monsters to the Salvator boarding school which forces the students to fight the monsters in order to protect themselves. During this inevitable battle, Faith finds someone who she ends up making an unexpected connection with and she finds out that she may not be as alone as she originally thinks.

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FAITH AND HOPE WERE IN EMMA'S talking about their use of black magic.

"I see you've decided to double down on your nihilism this morning," Emma said.

"I'm trying to be rich with honesty," Hope replied.

"Start from the beginning, Hope," Emma told her.

"Of my short-lived but horrific romances with liars?"

"Of your decision to perform black magic on school grounds last night." Emma corrected taking a glance at Faith.

"What? We were just trying to find the asshole." Faith said shrugging while crossing her arms. Emma gave the girl a look at her use of language. "Sorry." She muttered.

"Maybe we can table this until we catch the guy we were trying to find using black magic." Hope stated. "Because the longer that Landon Kirby is out there, the greater the chance he tells people about this school and the kind of people we have hidden behind the gates." She finished making Faith nod in agreement.

"You know there's a beacon that alerts me when someone's using. You both knew you'd be caught."

"After we found Landon, but we lost the trail and now were being interrogated," Hope stated angrily. "But go ahead take your time. Nothing at stake here."

"Did anyone else help you with the spell?" Emma asked them.

"No." Faith quickly said while sparing a glance at her sister who quickly glanced back. "Can we go now?"

"Faith, Hope. You're students. This isn't your fight."

"It's absolutely my fight, Emma. Landon was inside the walls of this school because of me. He had access to the knife he stole because of me. We're at risk of exposure because of me." Hope admitted.

"Yeah, and he was also inside of this school because of me. This is our fight. If it's Hope's fight that makes it mine as well." Faith stated. "So now we're gonna help Dr. Salzman find him." She said heading for the door and her sister following behind.

"And what happens when you do?" Emma inquired making the girls halt in their tracks for a moment before walking out the door.

The girls walked to their dorm room Hope taking the lead and Faith closing the door behind them. Hope then went under her bed and pulled out a book.

"Hope what're you doing?" Faith asked curiously. She then saw the death spell Hope ripped from the book. "Hope, seriously? I get you're mad at him, so am I, but a death spell?" Faith frowned.

"Faith, come on, chill out. It's only reassurance." Hope said looking at her sister. Faith gave her a look. "Faith, I'm sorry, but please trust me... please?"

"Fine. I trust you, but I hope you know we're probably gonna get in trouble for this." Faith said reluctantly. "I'm saying bye to Lizzie and Josie before we leave." When Faith mentioned Lizzie's name Hope rolled her eyes.

"How can you stand Lizzie? She is such a bitc-—"

"Hope! Don't you dare." Faith warned. Hope just rolled her eyes again. "Bye," Faith said then left.

FAITH WENT TO FIND JOSIE AND LIZZIE and found them walking down the staircase so she followed suit. "Let's hit the dining hall and carb load," Lizzie said to Josie. "It's game day."

"Hey, guys," Faith said when she reached them.

"Hey, Faith."

"Hey."

"So where are you going?" Faith asked.

"Dining hall." Lizzie vaguely answered.

"Um, actually I'm not really hungry," Josie said as they walked down the rest of the stairs. Lizzie gave her twin a look. "What?" Josie questioned.

"Well, uh, funny thing actually, Josette." Lizzie started. "This morning, as I was desperately trying to make this trash bag of a jersey look cute, I suddenly had the urge to purge. So I fled to the bowl, and lo and behold, I heaved up a gallon of black goo. So, seeing as I haven't been dabbling in any illicit black magic recently, I can only imagine it was a twin sympathy hurl. And here you are denying the day's most important meal. And you." Lizzie said turning to Faith who just looked at her. "You had to have helped because there's no way Hope asked Josie without asking you as well. And you're looking exceptionably pale today." Faith started touching her face unconsciously.

"Really?" Faith asked nervously. Hope looked fine to her ever since yesterday so she didn't think it would have affected her appearance at all. She didn't want what she did to be noticeable.

"So fess up. What did you guys do?" Lizzie asked accusingly.

"Maybe you're pregnant, Lizzie." An annoying voice rang out causing the three girls to turn around and see Penelope there leaning against a wall. "Oh, or maybe it's just how that jersey fits. You're not looking too good either, Faith. Finally, become one of the walking dead?" She said with a smirk. Faith just glared at her and muttered an insult towards her, while Lizzie stared down at her shirt self-consciously.

"Go away, evil one," Josie said annoyed.

"Already gone," Penelope said before walking closer to Josie. "Hot tip: next time you burn your ex's hair off, make sure she can't rock a lob." She finished with a hair flip walking away. The trio turned away from Penelope's retreating figure and stopped when they saw M.G.

"Morning! Big game today—" M.G. started with a big smile but got cut off.

"Bounce, M.G.," Lizzie said rudely. "If you hurry, you can catch up with the Blair Bitch and tongue-chum her again." M.G.'s smile dropped as he left.

"Did she who shall not be named just fat-shame me?" Lizzie asked with a grimace. "And, Faith why are you not changed for the game?"

"Um, maybe because I'm not going," Faith replied.

"What?" Josie asked.

"Oh, come on, why not?" Lizzie pouted. "You hardly ever come to any of our games."

"Maybe I'm just not interested in Conner's eye flirting and trying to make a move on me," Faith answered grimacing at the thought.

"Please, come Faith. I don't know what we'll do without you." Lizzie pleaded.

"Nope, I'm just not interested in playing a losing game," Faith said half-heartedly. "Besides I have some business with someone," Faith said referring to Landon.

"Who—?" Josie started to ask but stopped when her father approached them.

"Hey, girls, listen." Alaric started.

"Don't do it," Josie said already knowing where the conversation would go. Her dad gave her a questioning look. "Don't say whatever it is you're about to say because you have Dad's face, and wherever Dad's face goes, daughter disappointment always follows."

"I'm sorry; I can't make the game today," Alaric confessed.

"But, Dad, you're the coach," Josie argued.

"And I'm QB1 this year," Lizzie added.

"I hate it as much as you do, but I have to find Landon Kirby."

"Ok, so, let's cancel." Josie reasoned. "I mean, it's a joke anyway. We can't use our powers, so we suck."

"Exactly. Which is a normal school for troubled rich kids thing to do. This annual event lets the locals see you for what they think you are. And keeps them from asking too many questions." Alaric explained.

"But they mock us," Lizzie said solemnly.

"Because they're insecure, small-town kids with small minds. So just let it be. Look, girls, with Landon running around, knowing all of our secrets, we have to protect our profile now more than ever." Alaric said. "Can I count on you guys to do that?" He asked. They nodded. "Alright. I love you both. We'll, be back as soon as we can." Alaric said taking a glance at Faith and walking away.

"Wait. Who's 'we'?" Lizzie asked.

"Well, hey, look at the time," Faith started awkwardly, glancing at the clock on the wall. "I guess I should be going now to... the— um... library." Faith stuttered earning a suspicious look from both girls.

"Faith." Lizzie started slowly. "Who's our Dad talking about?"

"No clue," Faith said quickly. Lizzie and Josie gave her a look. "Ok. Fine. Yes, I know. Me, him, and Hope are all going." Lizzie looked angered by the fact that Hope was going. "But, it's not like that. She's probably only going because of her relationship with Landon, and I'm going because she is."

"So you'd rather go with her to deal with her relationship problems than come with us?" Josie asked.

"Come on, Josie, it's not like that," Faith argued. "Plus she's my sister, and I don't want her to do something dangerous or something she'll regret."

"Ok. Fine. Bye." Lizzie muttered. Faith gave them both a quick hug before leaving.

FAITH AND HOPE MET UP OUTSIDE before they both walked over to the car where they saw someone under it using tools.

"Hello?" Hope asked confused. Rafael then slid from under the car.

"Hey." He said then went back under the car.

"What are you doing?" Faith asked him.

"Adjusting the sway bar," Rafael replied not stopping what he was doing.

"Was it broken?" Hope asked annoyed. Rafael then pulled something from the car and rolled back from under it holding the 'sway bar'.

"It is now." He said getting up. He walked closer to the two girls. "You're going after Landon. If you want this car to work, I'm going with you."

"You should stay out of it. He's a liar and a thief." Hope stated.

"Yeah, so, fix the car Rafael we don't have time for this. Landon's out there. The longer we wait the farther he gets." Faith told him.

"He took a stupid knife," Rafael argued.

"Nothing in this school is a stupid anything," Hope said.

"Look. He's my best friend. And you? You both seem vengeful." Rafael stated making Hope look away from his gaze. Faith could agree that she wanted Landon to pay for what he did to his sister, but she doesn't believe that she's as mad as Hope was.

"Let me show you something," Hope said to Rafael bringing her hands up to his neck and making him grab her arm. Hope took a look at his arm where he was holding it and gave him a 'trust me' look to which he let go of her arm. Hope resumed her motion putting her hands on his neck making him look uncomfortable and glanced at Faith who just watched. "Close your eyes," Hope ordered. Rafael then closed his eyes as did Hope and she whispered something making him see flashes of what happened on the bus. Rafael then abruptly backed away horrified.

"Not a pretty sight, huh?" Faith asked Rafael.

"What the hell was that?" He asked.

"You're best friend did that to a bus full of people on Route 29 last night, and we're the only ones who know how to find him, so give me the engine thingy," Hope said.

"No."

"I have actual magic powers." Hope threatened.

"And I have a long history of anger issues," Rafael stated making Faith instinctively walk closer to Hope's side.

"He can come," Alaric said quickly, coming from behind Rafael.

"What?" Hope and Faith questioned.

"He knows Landon; he'll be an asset," Alaric explained. "And we need all the help we can get, so fix the car and hop in." Hope and Faith walked to the opposite side of the car and got in.

"And put a shirt on," Alaric told Rafael who glanced down at the tank top he was wearing.

AFTER FAITH, HOPE, ALARIC, AND RAFAEL arrived Alaric parked the car and they got out. They then began their journey through the woods.

"I don't know why he's still out here," Hope said. "He has a whole day's lead on us. He could be anywhere."

"Maybe because he doesn't have a reason to run," Rafael replied making Faith scoff.

"Logic that would be perfectly believable if he hadn't, you know, ran," Faith said. Alaric then heard a twin snap.

"Wait— Shh!" Alaric ordered. "You hear that?" He asked making them glance at him curiously. Then they heard faint footsteps. "Someone here." He said then started running off in the direction making the others follow suit. Alaric came across a woman who looked like she'd been in a fire. "I—It's okay. I—I'm not gonna hurt you." He tried walking closer to her but she just backed away. "Were you on the bus?" The others caught up to him. "Can you tell us what happened?"

"Is she a survivor?" Faith asked.

"Uh, smells like it. She reeks of smoke." Rafael replied.

"I think she's in shock," Alaric said. "Look, I need to get her to the police so she can get some medical attention. Uh, why don't you three go ahead? Don't engage." Alaric ordered. "We don't know how dangerous Landon is."

"He's not dangerous—" Rafael argued.

"I said don't engage," Alaric repeated.

"Come on," Hope said walking off. Faith and Rafael then began to follow.

"WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED ON THAT BUS?" Rafael questioned after a moment of silence.

"No one knows. It said something incinerated it from the inside." Hope told him.

"Look, whatever he did, I know there's a good explanation," Rafael argued almost making Faith want to scoff again. "He's the most loyal friend that I've ever had. He was there for me on the worst day of my life. After my girlfriend died, he was the only thing that kept me going. So let me get that knife back for you and then we all can hear him out, okay?"

"Appreciate the passion, but maybe you should exert some of it making new friends," Hope said continuing to walk ahead of him.

"So I can be as well-liked and popular as you?" Rafael asked making Faith give him a look and Hope turn to face him. "Yeah, I've been at the school for two days and I've already heard about Hope Mikaelson and her sunny disposition."

"Watch it, Rafael," Faith said warningly defending her sister. Rafael then turned to her.

"And the girl who's too busy staying by her sister's side to have her own life." Rafael finished. Faith stared at Rafael shocked by what he said about her. Hope momentarily glanced at her sister sensing her discomfort. "I'll get you the stupid, not-stupid knife and the answers you want. I promise."

"And why should I believe you?" Hope questioned.

"Because I don't lie," Rafael said making Hope chuckle in amusement.

"Everybody lies," Hope told him she then sighed. "He's in the root cellar. You have three minutes to do it your way."

"Wait, the headmaster said not to engage," Rafael argued.

"Two minutes, 59. Two minutes, 58." Hope said causing Rafael to start sprinting to the cellar. "You okay?" She questioned her sister who's been quiet.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just... nothing. It doesn't matter." Faith sighed.

"Faith, don't worry about what he said." Hope told her, "Who cares what other people may think?"

Faith nodded. "We're not giving him three minutes are we?"

"Nope."

The girls then made their way to the cellar. "There's, um, a—a lot of crazy witchy people looking for you. There's a bus full of burnt-up people." They heard Rafael say.

"That wasn't me," Landon said.

"Then who was it?" Hope questioned when the girls reached the cellar.

"You said three minutes," Rafael said.

"Like Hope said. Everybody lies." Faith said.

"Corportis impetu." Hope and Faith chanted holding their arm out. Landon then flew back into the wall.

"Hey!" Rafael said rushing to Landon's side.

"Where's the knife?" Hope demanded.

"I don't have it. I must've lost it when I ran." Landon panicked.

"After you burnt the bus?" Faith questioned.

"That wasn't me, I swear. I barely got out alive."

"Hope, Faith, come on." Rafael pleaded.

"Last chance," Hope said walking closer to Landon. "Who the hell was it?"

"There was this girl. She could breathe fire or— or something." Landon stuttered as Faith and Hope let him go from being pinned against the wall.

"I don't believe a word you're saying," Hope said.

"Yeah," Faith said agreeing with Hope.

"You guys have every right to be mad at me but I am telling you the truth," Landon said. "Come on man, help me."

"I believe him," Rafael told the girls.

"You believe that a fire-breathing woman burned the bus alive?" Faith questioned incredulously.

"Yeah," Rafael replied.

"And Landon happened to be spared?" Hope asked.

"He told you that he ran."

"And conveniently lost the knife on the way," Faith said.

"Yes."

"She kept coming at me like she was gonna take it from me. She was burning everything in her path." Landon explained.

"You wanna explain to us what you were doing stealing the knife in the first place?" Hope asked.

"I don't remember stealing it."

"Of course not. How about pretending to be compelled?"

"That was to avoid being thrown back in the werewolf dungeon," Landon said getting up from the ground.

"Transitional cellar." Hope corrected.

"Small spaces." Landon snapped walking closer to Hope. "Hope you have to understand, Dr. Saltzman had already told me the school wasn't gonna let me stay. If he thought I'd talk, he'd lock me back up. There wasn't a good ending for me. I didn't want to steal from you and I don't want a fire-breather chasing me. I'm sorry for all of it." Landon finished walking back over to the wall.

"He's not lying. I know him." Rafael said. "Now if he says there's a fire breathing woman running through the woods then there is a—"

"There's a fire-breathing woman running through the woods," Alaric said running down into the cellar. Hope and Faith give each other a look of disbelief. "Did I or did I not say 'don't engage'?"

"He's only dangerous if crappy apologies can kill," Hope said.

"Yeah, and maybe a bad haircut." Faith muttered causing Landon to give her a look to which she shrugged off.

"Look's can be deceiving," Alaric told them. "Now our bus refugee, turns out she's a pyromancer."

"Wait, wh—what's a pyromancer?" Landon questioned.

"Fire-breathing witch," Hope muttered staring at Alaric in shock, as did Faith. Rafael chuckled in disbelief.

"Ric, she wants the knife," Faith told him.

"Ok, well, where is it?" Alaric asked causing everyone to turn to Landon.

"I—I lost it in the woods," Landon said. "I was running around in circles all night trying to find a place to hide."

"Okay, okay. Well, let's uh, find it before she does, huh?" Alaric ordered. They all headed out of the cellar where they spotted the women. "We don't want any trouble." The woman then held her hand out and turned to Landon.

"What does she want?" Rafael asked.

"I don't know," Landon replied. The woman then brought her hand out again.

"Lan?"

"Maybe she wants the knife you said you don't have." Hope suggested giving Landon a look. The woman's eyes then began to glow a fiery orange.

"Back in the cellar, go. Go, go, go, go." Alaric ordered them. They all ran back into the cellar just in time before the woman shot flames from her mouth at the cellar door.

"Where the hell is it?" Hope questioned Landon angered.

"I'm sorry. I panicked." Landon said pulling out the knife and handing it to Hope.

"You know, Landon, all this lying is not helping your case," Faith stated slowly getting fed up with him. Landon just gave her an apologetic look and muttered a 'sorry' to which she rolled her eyes.

"What the hell, Lan?" Rafael asked his friend in disbelief that he lied to him.

"Faith, the doors," Alaric ordered.

"Got it," Faith said walking over to the cellar doors. "Adiuuatur." The flames on the door went out. "That won't last long." She informed them.

"All right, great, I need a cell phone," Alaric said.

"Take your pick," Landon told him motioning to a barrel of stolen items. Alaric rummaged around the item for a cell phone and spotted one and started dialing a number.

"What is all this?" Hope asked walking over to the items along with Rafael and Faith. They then began to look through the stuff and Rafael found a driver's license of someone.

"This is from the people on the bus," Rafael said causing Hope to look in Landon's direction.

"I didn't bring it here. I—" Landon denied.

"If he says 'I swear' one more time, I'm gonna melt him." Hope threatened making Landon shut up. Alaric then called Dorian.

"Please tell me you have something," Alaric asked Dorian.

"Connection sucks. W—Where are you?" Dorian asked.

"Root cellar full of contraband that our pickpocket Landon Kirby claims he didn't steal." Hope stated.

"There's a fire-breather outside. Can you prioritize your rage?" Rafael asked annoyed.

"Dragon," Dorian said.

"What?" Alaric asked.

"Dragon. She steals treasure, breathes fire, and hides the loot in her lair. She's—she's not a pyromancer, she's a—"

"Dragons don't exist, or look like normal people."

"There was a time we would have said that about vampires," Dorian said causing Alaric to scoff.

"Okay, fine. She's a- a human dragon. Now what?"

"In anything I've ever read—"

"In fiction."

"—the way to take down a dragon, you need a buttload of courage and a sword."

"How about a knife?" Hope said then pulled out the knife.

Hope exited the cellar her sister following suit. Hope then used her magic to make the women fly back and stumble on the ground. "Didn't anyone ever tell you smoking's bad for you?" Hope questioned. The woman then got back up angered and eyes glowing. Hope throws her sister the knife which she caught then Faith walks closer to the left.

"I know. Quitting's hard." Faith stated. The women breathed fire in Faith's direction. "Scutum." The flames got blocked by an invisible barrier. As the woman continued to breathe fire it was getting harder for Faith to block her flames. Rafael then showed up and threw a rock at the woman's head making her fall to the ground momentarily.

"Took you long enough," Faith complained.

"Sorry, I couldn't find a rock." Rafael apologized.

"There's literally a lair full of heavy objects," Hope added on.

"Faith, alley-oop." Rafael then ran in the direction of the woman and Faith threw him the knife which he caught and stabbed the woman in the heart. Rafael pulled the knife out of the woman's heart. Rafael then looks to Hope and Faith.

"Promise kept," Rafael said to them handing Hope the knife.

"You guys alright?" Alaric questioned when he and Landon walked out of the cellar. All three turned to face him. "Let's give her a proper burial." He said motioning to the woman. "See if you can find a shovel." Rafael, Faith, and Hope then left to find a shovel. After they found a shovel they came back to find the woman now becoming a dragon.

"Dr. Saltzman..." Hope trailed off noticing the dragon. They all gaped at it.

"Oh my god." Faith gaped staring up at the dragon towering over them seemingly getting bigger. The dragon then flew up into the sky and breathed fire at them.

"Was—was that a—?" Landon questioned shocked.

"You guys go," Hope told them throwing the shovel. "Get to the car and get out of here." She said making her sister nod in agreement.

"What about the both of you?" Alaric asked.

"I have an idea," Hope said making her sister think that idea was to use the death spell.

"What?"

"She wants this. She's going to be back." Hope said holding up the knife.

"Alright, you two, go to the car," Alaric told Rafael and Landon. "I'll meet you there. Go, go." Rafael and Landon then left.

"You wake up with a death wish today?" Alaric questioned us.

"Something like that." Hope and Faith said at the same time. The girls then looked at one another with a look. They then saw the dragon come into view.

"Alright, it's coming back," Alaric stated. "Now what?"

"You should leave and take cover," Faith told him.

"Like hell," Alaric replied.

"Then tell me how we're gonna explain to your daughters that all that's left of you is hot ash," Hope said.

"The dad card?" Alaric asked. "That's a low blow." They then looked back at the dragon noticing how close it was. "Alright." Alaric then left, leaving Hope and Faith to deal with the dragon.

"We're gonna use the death spell, right?" Faith asked her sister.

"Yep," Hope said then pulled out the spell. She held it closer to her sister so she could read it as well. They then put their hands up and chanted.

"Tenebris anima vestra contundito mortem. Et conteret spiritum. Frange vitam. Nolite corde. Ut sub terra esse, ad tenebras usque in sempiternum." They chanted, the wind picked up and the dragon screeched in pain. "Tenebris anima vestra contundito mortem. Et conteret spiritum. Frange vitam. Nolite corde. Ut sub terra esse, ad tenebras usque in sempiternum." The dragon got closer to them and eventually cried out again and fell to the ground, turning back into the woman.

Hope and Faith then passed out due to the spell being too much to handle for them. Hope woke up a little sooner than her sister. When Faith woke up she offered her a hand to pull herself up from the ground which she gladly took. They looked at the woman and saw her shifting around on the ground trying to stand up but failing and ending up on her knees. Hope then walked over to her and held up the knife hesitant to kill her. Faith just watched from where she stood as the woman held a sad but determined expression. The woman then reached for the knife with a pleading face.

"Why do you want this so badly?" Hope questioned the woman. "What's so special about it?" The woman just continued to reach for the knife. "Say something." Hope pleaded. The woman then turned over. Hope and Faith couldn't see that her eyes were glowing and she was about to breathe fire at them. Alaric then showed up and grabbed the knife from Hope, while the woman turned towards them breathing out fire before she stopped when Alaric stabbed her with the knife. Faith flinched at him killing her not expecting that to happen. Alaric then pulled the knife out when he knew she was dead and stood back up. Hope and Faith stared at her dead body solemnly. After a moment of silence, Hope crouched down by her body.

"Guess that was the soft spot," Hope said she then stood up as Alaric picked up a pick of paper from the ground. Faith walked over by Hope.

"Told you this would happen," Faith whispered to her sister who glowered at her.

"What is this?" Alaric questioned holding the paper out to the girls. They remained quiet. "This isn't earth magic, girls." He said sternly.

"This wasn't an earth magic problem." Hope stated.

"We don't allow black magic," Alaric stressed. "It gets inside your heart and it poisons your mind. Now I looked the other way this morning 'cause I knew you were both upset, you more so Hope, but this is a death spell. A spell you couldn't have known you need to use on a dragon, which..." Alaric trailed off realization crossing his face. "Which means you had other plans for it." Hope didn't meet his eyes guiltily.

"Faith had nothing to do with this I— I didn't tell her what I was gonna do with the spell," Hope said trying to get her sister out of trouble. Faith still felt guilty about it as she should've.

"Yeah, but she didn't have to remain silent about the fact that you had the spell. You still knew Hope had it." Alaric said looking at Faith. "Landon did something stupid, maybe evil. We won't know until we learn more, but... he's still just a kid... and so are both of you." This caused Faith to feel even more guilty. "This hatred... This vengeance... This is your father."

And then it suddenly happened.

The shovel that Hope dropped back by the cellar door burst into flames. Hope and Alaric flinched at the sudden motion their heads shot in Faith's direction who had an angry and shocked look in her eyes as she looked at the burning shovel. Faith then glanced at them before storming towards the car angrily her heartbeat racing.

Faith always hated when someone talked bad about her father. She knows how much pain and anger he's caused to practically everyone— thanks to the book dedicated to him before that burst in flames by the time Faith got to the twentieth page. But she still defends him because she knows there is some humanity left in him. He always had a soft spot for her and Hope. He always cared about them before he died to save their lives, from the Hollow. He always loved them so much. As did their mother who also died trying to save them and because they put her in that situation. Faith always felt guilty for her mother's death; she knew Hope did too. And after it happened Faith almost always cried herself to sleep. Sometimes Hope would be there for her and she would talk to her, so Faith would end up falling asleep in her bed. Other times her father would try to comfort her in his own ways and say it wasn't her fault. But she knew deep down it was. When her father died things got worse for Faith as they did for Hope too. Whenever someone mentioned her father in a bad way things around her would always burst into flames without her realizing she did it. It also happened when people brought him up; mostly when they said bad things. She just got so angry and depressed that it was too much for her to bear.

For a short period, Faith took calming herbs to help herself calm down more and make her less sad and angered, but over time she didn't need them anymore. It eventually got better. At first, during her grieving Faith wanted to be alone but then she wanted nothing more than to be by her sister's side, afraid that if she left it her sister would be gone too.

But something triggered her this time.

Maybe it was the fact that Alaric was a sort of fatherly figure to her; also someone she cared about deeply, and he was talking badly about someone she cared about, and loved. Loved.

"Dad, Mom, why'd you have to leave us," Faith whispered to herself momentarily halting her walking in the forest and looking towards the sky. Tears glazed over her eyes. She then sniffled and wiped the salty liquid away before it could fall and made her way to the car. When she reached it, as expected her sister and Alaric weren't there yet. But neither were Rafael and Landon. Faith internally groaned. She then saw two letters in between the windshield wipers and went to grab them. One had her name and one had Hope's. Alaric and Hope then came into view and walked up to the car.

"Faith, I'm sorry I was just—" Alaric started but then got interrupted.

"They're gone," Faith stated bluntly not wanting to hear Alaric's apology. Faith handed Hope her letter and got in the backseat of the car. Alaric and Hope then got in the car as well, but not before sharing a quick worried glance about her behavior that Faith noticed. They drove off in silence back towards the school. Faith took that opportunity to read her letter.

'Dear Faith,

I know you're very upset with me for hurting your sister and for lying to you. Trust me I'm upset with myself too. The truth is I really don't know why I stole that knife. Whether you choose to believe that or not is up to you, though I wouldn't blame you if you don't believe me. Faith you are an amazing, strong person. I believe that you could be more independent if you wanted to be. Make sure that you live a life for yourself not doubting everything you could have. Trust me when I say Hope's not going anywhere. She won't leave you. Especially not until she's able to beat the crap out of me. She only wants what's best for you, and she'll always be happy for you. Hope deserves happiness. You deserve happiness, Faith.

-Landon'

Faith smiled slightly at the letter before folding it and putting it in her pocket. Putting her hand on her cheek she stared out the window.

ONCE THEY FINALLY ARRIVED AT SCHOOL Hope went to her room and Alaric stayed to try and apologize to Faith again.

"Listen, Faith, I'm really sorry I said what I said, but you can't just do things like this." Alaric started his back facing the entrance doors Faith in front of him. "This school's job and my job is to protect you, so when you break the rules it just makes it that much harder."

"I understand, and I'm sorry too." Faith admitted guilt in a small voice walking up to Alaric and engulfing him in a hug taking him by surprise, but he eventually hugged back. "It's just... hard." She mumbled into the hug. "Will this get any easier?"

"Trust me as someone who's had their fair share of emotional pain..." Alaric started pulling away to look at the girl. "It does get easier. Even if it takes a while for that pain to subside." He told her with a small smile.

"Thanks," Faith told him as she walked past Alaric through the entrance doors to find Hope.

As she entered the school she thought about what Hope might have gotten in the letter Landon gave her. So lost in her own thoughts she accidentally bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going," The person she bumped into said in an annoyed voice. She looked up at him and noticed his blue eyes that looked like expensive crystals you would find in the most beautiful parts of the world, along with his pretty freckles; but she also noticed the scowl he wore on his face.

Faith frowned at his attitude and said, "Geez, sorry, asshole."

The boy looked agitated by what she said. "What did you call me."

"Was I not speaking loud enough for you?" Faith walked closer to him. "I called you an asshole. Do you need me to repeat it for you again to understand? Dumb it down for you?" She slightly pouted in fake pity.

"Well, aren't you a feisty little thing?" The boy said with a slight smirk.

"Think about saying something like that again and I'll show you how 'feisty' I can be," Faith told him with a scowl before storming off, her mood completely ruined.

She quickly headed to her dormitory. When she reached it she saw Hope staring at the pictures of their family; including the two of them. Tears glazed over her eyes and a few stray ones fell down her cheeks. Without a word, Faith went over to her sister's bed, sat down, and hugged her. Hope slowly hugged back and let out silent sobs and cries.

Link for story on Wattpad:

#alaric saltzman #hayley marshall #hope mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #legacies #legacies x reader #lizzie saltzman #milton greasley #rafael waithe #rebekah mikaelson #legacies x oc #legacies cw #legacies fanfiction #danielle rose russell #landon kirby #josie saltzman

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Cradle of the Snake Part ???: A Break to Talk About Turlough Headcanons and It'll Make Sense Later I Swear

Once again, I took a lot of screenshots. I've decided to avoid some of the tangents I could go on and try to focus primarily on Turlough stuff, though I might get sidetracked along the way anyway.

I'm actually going to start with a bit of a tangent about Turlough's arc. Turlough is one of the few classic companions with a clear arc, but most of the televised arc is confined to the Black Guardian Trilogy and Planet of Fire. The writers didn't know what to do with him, so they kind of stalled on his arc until they needed to wrap it up.

Big Finish audios have since done what Big Finish audios often do, expanding on the arc, but the audios don't always follow a clear chronological order like the TV episodes do. You know for certain, even if there's room between stories, that Warriors of the Deep occurs sometime after The King's Demons and sometime before The Awakening, for example.

A lot of Big Finish audios come in trilogies, allowing for a brief period of time when things are clear. The Nyssa/Tegan/Turlough stories are a series of trilogies that all take place one after the other. This means that pretty much everything between Mawdryn Undead and The Entropy Plague can be placed in order. After that, things get more vague. If a story has Kamelion in it, it would have to be after The King's Demons, but plenty of stories without Kamelion take place after The King's Demons. So, it gets confusing.

When you can't put a character's stories in order, it's difficult to give them an arc. Sometimes characters seem to go backwards. After Freakshow, Tegan's attitude towards Turlough resets for Cobwebs. For this reason, even though Turlough's arc is fleshed out, it's still a bit vague.

Turlough's arc is also hindered by the fact that his backstory, which has a lot to unpack, isn't revealed until his last story, leaving a lot of interesting material off-limits. Kiss of Death tries to play with Turlough's backstory but has to add on awkward "Turlough decides to never mention this again" at the end, to avoid contradicting Planet of Fire. The only way to really resolve this would be to do something with Turlough similar to what was done with Nyssa: Have him come back for a while for some adventures post-Planet of Fire, where the Doctor knows his backstory and it can be discussed openly. There's an old Choose Your Own Adventure type of book that features 6 and Peri, and Turlough is with them without explanation. Some actual 6/Peri/Turlough adventures could actually be fun.

See? I got sidetracked.

Anyway, because Turlough's arc is so vague and inconsistent, pretty much by necessity, you can kind of interpret it however you like. I'm going to have to sort of explain my take on Turlough's arc, because it affects my take on The Cradle of the Snake.

I'll try to keep things short under the cut.

So, what I consider to be my version of Turlough's arc. It's probably not what was intended, but what was intended was intended by many different people. There are no rules and I can do what I want.

Turlough had a pretty sheltered childhood before the civil war. He never really had to be afraid of anything. He didn't know much about the world outside whatever palace he was living in. He had servants to do everything for him and guards to protect him. He also had his family, his mom and dad and at least one older sibling that he could also turn to for comfort and support.

Then the war happened. His mom died and his family was scattered. The war was a revolution against the Imperial Clans, so many working class people who served the Imperial Clansmen probably turned against them to pursue a better life. Fair enough. Good for them. But from the perspective of a sheltered child, his mother was murdered and the people who were supposed to protect him joined the side of the murderers. In all the chaos, with all the adults focused on getting out of the war alive, nobody tries to comfort the grieving child. The guards and servants are gone. Parents, teachers, family friends, all either dead or too busy with the war effort to spend any time on him. Turlough suddenly finds himself completely alone.

So, he learns to take care of himself. He learns to fight, joining the military even. He has to take care of himself because no one else will. It's not easy. Everywhere he turns, it feels like someone wants to hurt him. He's from an Imperial Clan and that alone means that people want him dead. The Imperial Clans are apparently scientists. He's an intellectual who probably never expected to have to fight. That's what guards are for. People fight for the Imperial Clans. Not anymore. They have to defend themselves now and they really don't stand a chance. The violence is scary. Turlough finds himself running away a lot. He keeps letting people down, so they reject him.

Turlough gets taken prisoner at the end of the war. The prison guards probably aren't very nice to their former oppressors. There's violence, abuse of power, it's ugly. Eventually, Turlough lashes out, speaks out against the revolutionaries, and is sentenced to exile. He's exiled to a school instead of a penal colony because whoever judged his case decided that he was too young to really know any better and can be reeducated. They send him to a primitive planet where the name Turlough means nothing. He'll have to learn to live without privilege, like the common Trion people.

Of course, since an English public school is a place full of privileged kids, this doesn't exactly work. Turlough's met with the opposite extreme. He's nobody and his classmates are his superiors. Furthermore, the culture of the school is a bad fit for Turlough. Sports are mandatory and he's still not used to doing anything physical. He also struggles with Earth's atmosphere, so he's weaker than he was on Trion. He's bad at sports and doesn't like them. He doesn't fit in with his peers and goes against the school's values. He's bullied and the adults do nothing to stop it. Suffering builds character, in their minds, and Turlough has a bad attitude that needs to be "corrected". Turlough already had a mindset that he had to look out for himself because no one else would, but Brendon makes him double down on that.

After a few years of this, Turlough is worn down, becoming severely depressed. He can't escape the school. He realizes that he probably wouldn't mind being dead. He doesn't hurt himself. His self-preservation instincts probably won't let him, but it's getting to around that point.

This is when the Black Guardian shows up. He's a Guardian, able to pass himself off as a guardian angel, in a sense. He can get Turlough away from Brendon, away from Earth, possibly even home. He has the power to protect him from every conceivable threat. There's just one catch...

Having fought in a war, Turlough was probably involved in someone's death at some point, but it was kill or be killed. Now he's being asked to kill someone who isn't a threat to him. He soon realizes that his "protector", by being the sort of person to demand coldblooded murder, doesn't have his best interests at heart. He even lets him get taken back to Brendon.

In the process of following the Black Guardians orders, Turlough starts traveling in the TARDIS with the Doctor, who continues to be nice to him no matter how suspicious he is. When the Black Guardian decides to do away with him, the Doctor saves his life, appearing on Wrack's ship seemingly out of nowhere. He'd seen Turlough jump off the other ship and he'd gone after him. Now the Doctor seems like the guardian angel and Turlough chooses him over the potential to gain wealth and power, the power to protect himself, because no one else will. That's not true anymore. The Doctor will protect him.

But, this is the beginning of Turlough's arc, not the end. He hasn't really become a "good guy" in a conventional sense. He was never a villain, but he's not quite a hero yet. He's still scared, expecting to be bullied and attacked. He's also scared of being abandoned. His former protectors had abandoned him. He's still scared that if he doesn't became a "good guy" quickly, the Doctor might lose patience with him and he'd be alone again.

The Cradle of the Snake is still early on in Turlough's arc. He's starting to act more "heroic" at times, but that's mainly because, with the Doctor protecting him, he's not as scared as he was before. He's also formed a bit of a bond with Tegan and Nyssa, so he's capable of being brave for their sake. But, they're his fellow companions, all connected to the Doctor. The Doctor is the center of their universe. The Cradle of the Snake, with the Mara possessing the Doctor, removes that stability. Turlough is losing the Doctor. Like the Black Guardian, his protector attacked him.

That's where we are by Part 3.

#vislor turlough #the cradle of the snake #big dramatic headcanon stuff #as i've said before #the fifth doctor who is known for being the vulnerable one #who faints in every other story #is turlough's big strong protector #this doesn't always work out well for either of them

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@vaguely-concerned Part 3, Bernard Amell

10. Do they have any regrets?

No, not in general - Determination ensures that he gets over most things pretty quick… However, after finding out about Oculara and realizing that he doesn’t know where some of his siblings are, Bernard, to put it veeery mildly, regrets that he didn’t just bring all of them to Vigil from the very beginning and kept them safe there. It’s one of the few things Determination has hard time dealing with.

12. Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer, do they believe they have a sense of style?

As much as academically-minded circle-raised mage can have it - i.e. he considers fancy elaborate robes cool, and, since he owns some, considers himself pretty stylish. I guess he actually appears stylish from a certain point of view - at least he got a particular aesthetic nailed down and keeps to it. It all depends how much guys with waist-length braids, multi-layered robes with puffy sleeves and actually pretty good knee-high boots appeal to you.

His dear cousin Harrier definitely has one - basically Theodosian equivalent of punkish dude in jorts: and he definitely knows it - he did spend a lot of time cultivating it after all.

19. How easy is it to become their friend?

It’s pretty hard, actually! Not only you have to capture Bernard’s interest and prove yourself trustworthy and generally aligned with his goals, which is already a lot, esp since Bernard is already pretty unsettling-looking and tends to be pretty straightforward to the point of being inconsiderably rude and not a lot of people are willing to keep trying after being pushed away; you also have to earn his and Determination’s respect - which, while overlapping considerably, are still separate things. You also have to be cool with blood magic and some bonemancy as a given - they have neither desire nor intent to educate or change anyone’s mind.

32. If they could change one thing about themselves what would it be?

Assuming we talk about physical parts - eyes. Bernard is painfully aware that his eyes are one of the most unsettling features about him and that it makes talking to people way harder than it could’ve been. He also just misses their original color - blue-ish green, just like his grandma Solène had. He was very proud of it and was even deemed Solène’s favorite cause she saw most of herself in him. His magic bleached them greish-white. Hyacinth (in multi-waden AU and just by herself) shares the sentiment - she is not very fond of her grey-occasionally-silverish-or-even-white hair - she wished her magic got her something actually cool or unique if it had to influence her appearance and not just give her something she would’ve eventually get naturally (and made her be mistaken for old woman in both Kinloch hold and eventually Vigil, at least before everyone memorized her face). It lasts up until she learns more about Dalish lore and famously white-haired Ghilan’nain and hallas - after that she starts to warm up to it.

44. Who, if anyone, would they trust with their deepest secrets?

In his solo timeline - probably no one, at least not fully. He is very much like those dads who don’t talk about themselves much - until they just casually drop some wild piece of their lore and then never mention it again.. :.D I guess Anders and Morrigan come pretty close - they are the ones he used to trust the most, but even they don’t know all of it. In multi-warden AU i guess Hyacinth has a chance to end up in top three with them - it’s just the effect she has on people, can-opener style.

#ask #vaguely concerned #ask game #dragon age #dragon age origins #m!amell #warden amell #bernard amell #dao #tag for words #tag for OCs

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princesssarcastia · 2 years

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Hey! I really liked your recent hp recs) could you please make a list of your all time favorites? Especially some gen works? Thank you💘

standard disclaimer when talking about harry potter: i love our trans brothers and sisters and siblings and support them first and above all else. i also hope jkr stops making money and eventually dies an ignominious death.

all time favorite hp recs, hell yes I can do that! there will be some overlap with the recent hp rec list, but i'll try to vary it up a bit. favorite, for me, is a mix of "god this is SO WELL WRITTEN what the fuck" and "i have reread this so many times I could probably quote it back to you." I will try to keep this mostly gen, which should be easy, because that tends to be my preference in this fandom (though it's by no means an exclusive preference).

in no particular order:

The Changeling, by Annerb on ao3. Summary: Ginny is sorted into Slytherin. It takes her seven years to figure out why. Word count: 182,687. | This story is wonderful; at its core I like it because it does more to treat ginny like a real person, distinct from her brothers and her love interests, than book or movie canon ever did. Annerb also does an incredible job of exploring how Slytherin House may not be a monolith, and how cunning and ambition aren't sins, without totally changing how utterly awful most of the named canon slytherin characters are. Some of it does involve ginny/harry but that's not the core of the story.

The Sum of Their Parts, by holdmybeer on ao3. Summary: For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn't let him do it alone. Word count: 138,205. | Probably one of the most realistic takes about how wizarding society would progress after the second war (read: not at all). I also find it delightful that the golden trio and all their very traumatized friends, family members, and schoolmates, get to go apeshit. And be a little evil, as a treat. The Wizarding World reaps what it doth sowed and very much gets its just desserts, in my opinion. But the author does also include outside perspectives to make it clear how fucked up it becomes in the end. Completely gen.

these little powerless bones, by dirgewithoutmusic on ao3. Summary: littlebastardreviews posted the collected facts from the 2014 UK Editions of Harry Potter: and this fact caught my eye. 'Only one non-magical person has ever managed to get as far as the Hogwarts Sorting Hat before being exposed as a Squib.' But, gosh it just makes me want a story where a squib did make it through. So here's a drabble about a squib with a quick mind and a hand-me-down wand, who refuses to be denied her birthright. -- when the hat drops over her eyes it asks, 'well what do we have here?' she’s got a forged hogwarts letter with penmanship that’s perfect down to the ink splatter; she’s got a complicated string of owls, only half of them forged, from parents to administration to ministry that’s so complicated her name ended up on the first year roll call anyway. she’s got ten arguments, four pleas, and one smothered threat on the tip of her mental tongue for why the house that comes out of this hat’s brim better not be 'squib' she’s got a lighter up her sleeve and an eight and a half inch wand in her belt that will never, ever work for her. 'well,' says the hat, 'better be slytherin then.' Word count: 841. | Obviously I couldn't make this list without mentioning dirgewithoutmusic, and this is one of my favorite of their fics. Fuck the system, power is what you make of it. Completely gen.

face death in the hope, by lullabyknell on ao3. Summary: Harry looks vaguely nervous, scratching the back of his neck. “It's a really long story,” he says finally, almost apologetically, “and it's really hard to believe.” “Try me,” Regulus says, more than a little daringly. Word count: 268,148. | lullabyknell is another iconic hp writer I can't make this list without mentioning at least once. i am a SUCKER for time travel, and this is an excellent time travel fic. what I also enjoy about this is that it makes the most bones over harry's sacrificial death in canon, more than I've ever seen elsewhere. that was some messed up shit, and hoooo boy is harry having a hard time processing that. It's making its way toward Harry/Regulus, I think, but none of that is in the text of the story yet, so go forth and enjoy, anon.

mirror sword and shield, by irnan on ao3. Summary: It's always so easy to forget about magic when Lily comes home. (At least, it's easy to pretend she does.) Word count: 2,590. | irnan is one of my favorite writers i've ever come across, for any fandom, and they have quite a lot of hp content. but I picked this piece in particular because i am forever standing on a soapbox screaming that lily evans was a real person with a real personality, real thoughts and hopes and dreams and hates, and there's a special place in my heart for things that delve into her character. This is the moment that she commits to her path, makes a genuine choice to save the wizarding world, and it's quiet and she doesn't realize the magnitude of it, but that makes it all the better. james IS here and they are together, but frankly he serves more as a contrast to petunia than anything else, so I don't think of this one as very shippy.

rather start a family than finish one, by elumish on ao3. Summary: He knows, knows deep in his soul, that if Potter ever wanted to take over Britain, he could do it, and most of them would probably just cheer along. Word count: 1,834. | From the perspective of Charlie Weasly, in the immediate aftermath of the battle of hogwarts, and the somewhat more distant aftermath. It includes some great outsider POV of harry, and some great interactions between charlie and percy. I come back to it a lot because it's frankly very well written, as all of elumish's work is. Completely gen.

proof, an orphaned story on ao3. Summary: "Proofing, also sometimes called final fermentation, is the specific term for allowing dough to rise after it has been shaped and before it is baked." Less than a year has passed since the final battle, and the Ministry is already up to its old tricks. Harry would very much like them to stop ignoring due process, tossing people in Azkaban, controlling the press, and menacing the populace with dementors. He would also like, if at all possible, to bake a passable loaf of bread. Word count: 28,664. | Consider this the much nicer version of "The Sum of Their Parts," to an extent. It considers how their experiences would have bound together the second war generation at hogwarts, how utterly terrible wizarding society really is, human rights, politics, and the soft takeover harry launches to try and fix it. absolutely marvelous, with some great bread recopies to go along with. Completely gen.

Bindings, Bindings, by Quietlemonhush on ao3. Summary: Death is stasis, and no one returns from it. But the Potters are not really exceptional at obeying rules. — Months after their death, Lily and James drag themselves through the Veil with a guest. They have some things to do. Word count: 64,647 | This was on my recent HP fic rec list, but it also completely deserves to reside on my favorites of all time list. I'm so full of joy over this fic. Lily is so well done, and the relationship dynamics between james and sirius, and sirius/remus, and sirius and regulus, and lily and remus, etc., are beautiful. you can feel the deep and abiding love they all have for one another, and for harry, and it is the beating heart of this whole fic. they love one another so much that they came back from the dead. they are loving and powerful and righteous and furious and they remake the world because of it. There are some serious shippy elements to this, most prominently remus/sirius, but it is not a ship fic, if that makes sense. this is very much an ensemble piece. the smut is pretty easy to skip if it's not your thing.

(tumblr threw a fit about some new fucking character-limit-per-text-block bullshit, so here, have a new text block)

The Green Girl, by colubrina on ao3. Summary: Hermione is sorted into Slytherin; how will things play out differently when the brains of the Golden Trio has different friends? AU. Word count: 140,901. | I read this for the first time on ff.net nearly a decade ago, and it's still VERY entertaining. Once you understand what's really happening it makes the whole thing ten times better; and like many of my favorite hp fics, it takes the trauma of it all more seriously. It's much nicer to canon slytherins than other recs on this list, however, so read at your own peril. Hermione/Draco is a major part of the plot, here, so it is technically a shipfic, but it's pretty tame and adolescent except for some racy jokes and references to offscreen sex, if i'm remembering correctly. And like most things I enjoy, the relationship is subordinate to the plot.

all waiting is long | hir yw pob ymaros by shuofthewind on ao3. Summary: Witches and wizards are taught from their infancy to never meddle with time. And Hermione doesn't mean to. After her brush with the Time Turner her third year, she has no desire to change the past or to alter the future. But staying in Grimmauld Place leads her to discover new—and dangerously grey—magic. When Sirius Black falls through the Veil, Hermione disappears from her own world, pulled by ancient protective spells on the Black family that she picked up completely by accident. Now trapped in the year 1975, with no feasible way of getting home again and the world already forever altered by more things than her mere presence, Hermione must find her own way of coping—and a way to survive a war which already promises to be much darker, much longer, and much, much more dangerous than the one she left behind. Word count: 198,756. | Another fic from the recent reads rec list, but I'm obsessed with it so it's coming along for a ride here, too. It takes the war and violence of an extremist bigoted movement VERY seriously, and can be quite graphic about it; it also takes the casual misogyny of the 1970s much more seriously than pretty much any other fic i've read in hp; but it also takes the characters themselves more seriously, which I deeply enjoy. It's also sort of a time travel fic, one of my favorite things. Hermione is so genuinely impressive here, but it doesn't come without serious costs to her, which makes the whole story so much more convincing than 99% of the other fanfiction you'll ever read. This fic gets into the meat of it, you know? It's convincing. It's tagged Hermione/Remus, but they haven't gotten even close to a relationship yet, so up to chapter 17 I'd say you're safe and it's gen.

and that's that for my gen, or gen enough for government work, favorite hp fics of all time! anon, I hope they bring you joy, if you stuck around for months to see my eventual answer to this ask.

here's a link to my 2021 harry potter fanfic primer, which anon references in their ask.

#harry potter #hp #fic recs #hp fic recs #i am ALWAYS happy to do fic recs btw #for any category length or theme #for any fandom you've seen me blog about #askbox is always open

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[ 🎈 ] does your muse have many regrets? what are they? for steffan…. 😳 ⠀⠀/ / ⠀⠀@nulltune

spoiler for trigger warnings

mentions of death + murder, illness/poor health, and similar themes

the short answer: yes.

the longer answer:

being the sole survivor of his family is one thing but to have been the reason why his last sibling died is another.

it was not a malicious action or decision of his own but the request of a dying man who simply could not bear the pain and ailment that came from the sickness eating away at his life. steffan grew up around this. watching most go from completely healthy to weak & brittle, and eventually lifeless. he can't count the number of funerals in his life he's had to attend.

his brother reached his melting point and asked steffan to put him out of his misery before it came to him naturally.

maybe there was better ways to go about this. ways that didn't legally screw him up should it ever been revealed but when you remember the fact that death was so prevalent in the gray household. that none of them got to choose when it came & how— being asked by the last remaining family he had to do this much.

it felt like he was giving him the end he wanted. it felt like it would amend for being young enough to not understand in the past, for turning a blind eye to the reality that he's lost so much people. in a way, he's justified it being an act of love but with killing his brother came the weird realization that for some reason. it hurt him a lot but it also gave him something he hadn't felt in a really long time. it made him feel in general. it ultimately was the main driving force for why he'd become so addicted to the rush taking another life gave him. and slipping into that rabbit hole only forced his line of thinking with love to become skewered.

but, steffan vaguely is aware that this isn't right. that it's horribly wrong. that he has those brief moments of regret- if he never agreed, he probably could've lived a different life.

but it's usually where the thought ends & he moves on; as if it was never a thought in the first place. it's too late for him because he's addicted. he can't go without it. it's who he is and he isn't sure if he'll ever be able to escape it.

#♡⃗ 𝑺𝑨𝒀 𝑰𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫𝑬𝑹: ⠀ ⠀steffan ⠀« answered »#♡⃗ 𝑰’𝑴 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵: ⠀ ⠀steffan ⠀« info »#nulltune #tw: death mentions #tw: illness mentions #i like him so much. is it obvious.

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20+ Books That You (Might Actually Want) To Read During Pride Month!

Right, so. I got annoyed after seeing the list referenced in this post last night, told myself that my books are all packed up so I couldn’t do anything about it, and lasted all of a whopping 10 minutes before picking up my phone and attempting to make my own list instead. Behold, my from-memory attempt to present 20 books with strong LGBTQ plots, characters, and/or authors, that DON’T just rely on Suffering and Identity Politics and are... you know... fun.

Listed in alphabetical order by title. Links take you to Bookshop.org, where you can buy them from your local independent bookstore at a discount and NOT from the evil empire.

1. A Master of Djinn – P. Djeli Clark * author of color * steampunk Cairo in 1912 * djinn! magic! murder mystery! * butch Arab lesbian main character * devout hijabi Muslim badass assistant * anticolonial alternate history

2. An Accident of Stars – Foz Meadows (Sequel: A Tyranny of Queens) * trans author * bi, pan, trans, aro representation * racially diverse characters * all female POV characters * high-fantasy world adventures

3. Boyfriend Material – Alexis Hall * queer author * look I love this book SO MUCH and have absolutely screamed about it before but also I LOVE IT SO MUCH * contemporary M/M fake dating in modern London, complete with full cast of disaster found-family queer friends * it is. fucking. HILARIOUS. I almost died the first time reading it * there is a sequel called HUSBAND MATERIAL scheduled to be released in 2022; I am a normal amount of excited for this book

4. Gideon the Ninth – Tamsyn Muir (Sequel: Harrow the Ninth) * the book cover says “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted palace in space!” * that is exactly what you get * slow-burn enemies-to-lovers F/F main romance * I cannot describe this book, it is dark, genre-bendy, science fiction-y, Hunger-Games-with-lesbian-necromancers-in space? Kinda? I have literally never read anything like it * also fucking HILARIOUS

5. One Last Stop – Casey McQuiston * queer author (who wrote Red White and Royal Blue) * bisexual fat girl from the South/lesbian-daughter-of-Chinese immigrants from the 1970s-riot-grrl main romance * time traveling mystery involving the Q train in Brooklyn (mentions Brighton Beach ahem) * magical realism * many more found-family chaotic queers including a trans Latino psychic and a Black accountant by day/drag queen by night and the mean little gay disaster who has a hopeless crush on them

6. Parasol Protectorate (series) – Gail Carriger * this is one of my favorite series, and there are five books: Soulless, Changeless, Blameless, Heartless, and Timeless * steampunk vampires/werewolves late Victorian London, like Jane Austen crossed with P.G. Wodehouse (they are all fucking hilarious) * pretty much everyone is queer; we got your flamboyantly camp gay vampires (Lord Akeldama ftw!) We got your gay werewolves! We got your lesbian French inventors! We got your big disaster idiot werewolf main male love interest! We got your crazy adventures! You name it we got it! * two spin-off novellas: Romancing the Werewolf (M/M) and Romancing the Inventor (F/F) * she has a ton more books in this same universe and writes sexy queer supernatural romance as G.L. Carriger

7. Plain Bad Heroines – Emily M. Danforth * queer author * historical horror-comedy set between a haunted girls’ school in early-1900s New England and in the modern day * all sapphic female main characters * plays with style/form/voice, a story within a story within a story

8. Red White and Royal Blue – Casey McQuiston * you’ve probably heard of it but here I am reccing it again * the biracial son of the first female POTUS falls in love with the Prince of England; shenanigans absolutely ensue * yes, the British monarchy still absolutely sucks a big fat dick * hilarious, heartfelt, reads like fanfic, just go get it, it will change your life

9. Rosaline Palmer Takes The Cake – Alexis Hall * same author as Boyfriend Material, this is his newest * bisexual female protagonist * absolutely perfect satire of The Great British Bake Off (you can tell this man has watched EVERY SINGLE SERIES and all of the holiday specials) * sweet and surprisingly thoughtful

10. Starless – Jacqueline Carey * genderqueer/transmasculine main character of color * almost all main characters are brown people! * lush Middle Eastern/India-inspired fantasy world * gods, prophecies, monsters * the best Oh God Why Me I Am A Horrible Mentor wise-old-mentor

11. The Future of Another Timeline – Annalee Newitz * nonbinary (they/them) author * time travel but make it The Handmaid’s Tale * will probably make your head explode * feminist, queer, subversive * diverse characters

12. The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue – Mackenzi Lee * queer author * technically YA but historical/magical adventure set in the 1700s * bisexual disaster main protagonist and love interest of color * (mis)adventures across Europe * has a sequel (see below) with the badass asexual sister of the protagonist

13. The Hate Project – Kris Ripper * nonbinary/genderqueer author * M/M enemies to lovers/sex with no strings attached (spoiler alert: strings attached) * HECKING HILARIOUS * sweet, escapist, and very low stakes * diverse characters, including fat protagonist with realistic anxiety disorder

14. The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy – Mackenzi Lee * PIRATES, obviously * sequel to Gentleman’s Guide * asexual female protagonist * strong queerplatonic f/f friendship * more historical/magical 18th century adventures

15. The Last Rune (series) – Mark Anthony * Imma be real with you chief, I haven’t read this series since I was a clueless teenager with no idea why I liked Gay Stuff so much, so if it does turn out to suck now, don’t throw rotten veggies at me * but especially since it was written in the NINETIES, this series was hella progressive?! * gay characters, disabled characters, characters of color, all playing significant and heroic roles in six-book epic fantasy cycle * people from Earth end up in high-fantasy world of Eldh * endgame M/M romance for the main character * books out of print, I think, but you can find them cheap somewhere like AbeBooks; first one (Beyond the Pale) linked above

16. The Library of the Unwritten – A.J. Hackwith * queer author * heaven-hell-Valhalla supernatural adventures * The Good Place x Good Omens x Lucifer x The Librarians * Pansexual Black badass female heroine * Queer found families * The Sassiest TM Bisexual Villain Turned Reluctant Hero (is he my favorite? Why on earth would you think that.)

17. The Priory of the Orange Tree – Samantha Shannon * epic doorstopper science fiction/historical fantasy set in a vaguely 16th-century world * main F/F romance between a queen and her sorceress bodyguard * sassy old gay alchemist whose backstory will give you Feelings * so many strong women and characters of color * no homophobia! marriage is fully gender-neutral, spouses are called “companions”

18. The Song of Achilles – Madeline Miller * likewise one you have probably heard of but still * a little light on the myth/historical part imho, but the writing is beautiful and will give you many feelings * M/M romance between Achilles and Patroclus * reimagining of The Iliad (her other book Circe is also really good)

19 The Stars are Legion – Kameron Hurley * all-female apocalyptic space opera * messy messy antiheroines * grimdark war fantasy * queer sci-fi drama

20. Witchmark – C.L. Polk * author of color * M/M romance * main character is a veteran and a doctor dealing with his own hidden magic and repressed war trauma * gaslamp fantasy set in a world reminiscent of post-WWI England * strong sibling relationship

#book recs #book recommendations #bookblr #happy pride #pride month #lgbtqia #long post

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 3 years

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Stories of Paris

Part 4

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Masterlist

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Damian was unhappy with the fact that with ‘strangers’ in *his* house their nightly activities would have to carefully navigated. His father nor Pennyworth had not explicitly said anything about it, but he assumed it was because they all knew what was expected. So, being told to line up in the entrance hall by his father went down like a lead balloon.

His pout turned in widening eyes of shock as he witnessed the tall wiry young woman (and a large man he supposed) exiting the car. SHE was his father’s babysitter. This was who oversaw the European branch of W.E. The person who owned the largest portion of shares of W.E (after the Wayne family that is). He was doomed. Damain watched as his father soften as he saw the woman.

“Mari! You never seem to age!” he exclaimed as she gracefully walked up to him and into his embrace.

“Mon cherie! It’s miraculous isn’t it,” she drew back slightly to look over his shoulder, “I see you have taken found family comment to the extreme, but I suppose you were never one to do things in half measures. It’s good to be back here after so long”

Looking at her like he was a child with pleading eyes, “You are staying here, right?”

With a gentle smile with a smirking edge, “Yes. If I tried to leave for a hotel, I’ll end up having the shadows watching me all night. Plus, this place always did feel like my home away from home.”

Damian glancing at his supposed siblings to see that they were also in shock. Probably not for the same reason. Panicking with it all, as he saw his father turn to introduce them to the woman, Damian drew his katana and aimed it at her.

“YOU were fathers' babysitter!!! But... what... you’re younger than him!!!! .... You’re the Grand Lady Guardian... I *refuse* to return.”

Damian vaguely recognised his name being shouted at him, but all his attention was on the Grand Lady Guardian of the Miraculous who stood, rolling her eyes, before him. He could feel her power radiating off, surrounding them all.

“Petit Tresor. I’m not taking you back there. Did you not learn anything from my teachings? Did you not learn to read between the lines? About looking deeper than the surface. You are with *your* found family. THEY are what is important. Bruce may have picked up a lot of my unhealthy habits about vigilantism, but he made a point of understand a good support network and the importance of chosen family. Despite how he enacts the teachings.”

The Monkey with her came to her shoulder and raised his eyebrow at Damian. He finally understood why he was always her bodyguard now rather than the Cat, being that he was her husband.

“You can stand down Petit Tresor. League and Court business will *not* be found here. The League know what will happen if they cross the Court, and I made it very clear after our last encounter when they tried to manipulate us to their advantage.”

Damian assessed the woman before him as he withdrew his katana from her and starting to become aware of the others around him again.

“Why has he got a chaos shard within him Bruce?” The monkey growled looking at him with a dangerous glint in his eye.

Everyone in the entrance hall was frozen in shock and panic. What was meant to be a happy reunion had been derailed but now, suddenly, somehow gained an even sharper edge. Marinette and her husband were aware of their nightly capers, and they also knew of the League, they were involved in something similar and aware of chaos shards.

Damian watched as his father gulped as he looked at the Monkey and the Guardian. It wasn’t often his father showed fear, but it was clear on his face as she arched her eyebrow at him. His siblings all looked on in surprise and uncertain of what to expect. Only Pennyworth and Todd seemed to be handling the situation with any sense of calmness. Surprising for Todd...

“Mari... his mother... the league...”

At the mention of the league the Guardians eye twitch so subtly you’d hardly notice it if not trained and with a minute flicker of her hand, the Monkey flipped his phone out and was walking out back outside to call someone... Damian straining his ears heard Peg and plan 42c being mentioned by the Monkey to whoever he had called.

“They were warned. Tsk, Assassin’s bullheadedness. Kim will sort this out for me for the present moment and we will discuss healing at a later point. Anyway, mon cherie, you were about to introduce me to your children. Petit Tresor I know, and I believe that that is Jason, mon rêveur, in the background though he has grown so much since our last meeting. So, I could guess everyone else, but why don’t you continue?”

The Guardian stated as if the topic of what just happened was over, much to Damian’s surprise. He sheafed his katana but still was wary of the woman and slightly in awe. He had a feeling that the chaos and downfall of his grandfather may have due to her in some way. Slight fear and dread for his mother was building as well. He finally starting to understand the reason for her over protectiveness when she taught him in the league now.

“Right. Mari, this is Dick, Jason who you already met in person? Cass and alongside her Duke, Tim who you meet briefly in the W.E. meeting the other month, Steph who has wormed her way into the family and Damian you who’ve also already met?”

With a polite cough drawing attention to himself, Alfred spoke. “Perhaps, instead of having a mother’s meeting in the entrance hall, we retreat to the drawing room where we can have some refreshments. I am sure that Ms Marinette and Master Kim are exhausted from their travels. It is most unbecoming to stand around loitering, wouldn’t you agree Master Bruce?”

Bruce muttered something as his ears started to tinge red, Marinette turned to Alfred and smiled as she drew him into a hug while Bruce collected himself.

“Yes, right, that sounds like a fantastic idea Alfred. Mari, shall we?”

Bruce offered her an arm which she elegantly took as the took off in the direction of the drawing room delving into conversation with Bruce leaving behind a shocked collection on children in the hall. Alfred slipped off to prepare the refreshments.

Damian cringed as Dick exclaimed, “YOU GUYS KNOW HER?!?!?!!” which echoed around the manor as he finally processed what had just happened.

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Alfred smiled as the atmosphere within the Manor shifted over the last few weeks. It now had a different air about it. Master Bruce became less sullen and slightly less repressed under Marinette’s watch and the Manor started to feel lighter again.

Alfred had found great amusement when he stumbled in on Master Kim lecturing Master Bruce on being dense especially the “I know I’m dense but kwami Bruce! You’re worse than me realising all the competitions I got Mare rigged into was because I wanted to impress her! Let’s start at the beginning, ok?!”.

He hoped that Master Kim might be able to knock a bit of sense into his wayward charge. He knew Ms Marinette, though full of good intentions wouldn’t be able to with Master Bruce’s strange ability to pick up on the wrong message being given.

The highlight of the week was when he entered the family living room to find all his grandchildren looking pale as Master Bruce acted semi child-like in front of Ms Marinette. It was a delight to see Bruce act like the child that he knew he was reawakened again. Even if it terrified the grandchildren.

The whole family discovered that Bruce had been very selective of the stories and information that he had told them about Marinette. She had taken great delight telling them all about what teenage Bruce really was like.

About the time Bruce had a fan induced panic attack on meeting the Jagged Stone. Alfred was slightly aware of something happened but not the details.

About the time Bruce decided to practice parkour in the Manor gardens and ended up stuck halfway up the side of the Manor unable to climb up further or climb down. Alfed was positive he was unaware that Marinette joined him and had to coach Bruce down.

About the series of times that Bruce attempted to prove to Alfred that he had ‘outgrown the kitchen ban’ and had ‘observed Mari’s baking skills sufficiently’ to be able to try again for only the attempts to go south fast. Alfred grimaced at the memories that that bought up. He was glad that he’d got a good working deal with local kitchen fitters and suppliers given the number of fires.

It became a daily breakfast occurrence that Bruce mortified Marinette in his outfit for the day. The breakfast entertainment became watching Marinette tear into his fashion choice of the day, drag up some past clothing or costume disaster. She ended up moaning that he had learnt nothing from her rantings about clothes over the years and stare forlornly into her coffee cup. It was providing the bat boys a wealth of black mail material that Alfred had to on numerous occasions reel Marinette from her tangents.

The only time he let her completely go to town with was letting her regale to everyone about Bruce’s dramatic and insistent argument on fighting crime in Lyca, wearing pants on top of tights and with a cape, that he really insisted that he didn’t need to use Kevlar (that decision didn’t last beyond a few training sessions and one patrol night). Alfred was pleased with her ability to rein that disaster in quickly.

It was in the comfort of the kitchen away from the antics that happened Alfred mused and reflected on his notional niece's visit. Alfred wished he had thought to bring Marinette over sooner as he witnessed that fraught relationships between the Waynes soften. Issues didn’t disappear but Marinettes presence, and ability due to dealing with Akuma, helped mitigate situations which typically would have blown up. Kim always by her side would help soothe, distract, or explain to the puzzled Bruce the techniques Marinette was using to stop the escalation.

She’d slowly began charming and connecting with his grandchildren. Be it by giving Tim pointers on how to manage W.E board members effectively and playing video games. It was eerily like how she warmed Bruce up to her.

By Sitting quietly reading with Jason or playing chess and talking in metaphors about life, death and balance. Slowly having ‘healing sessions to calm the pit madness’ with meditation and grounding sessions.

With Damian she seemed to remind him of alternate grounding techniques which she’d shown him in the league. They seemed to spend time talking in hushed whispers about other stuff that Alfred wasn’t currently privy too.

Duke was with poetry and music. Cass with dance and gymnastics, silent subtle conversations occurred but seeing Cass smile and edge towards being more tactile made Alfred glow with warmth inside. Steph and Marinette commanded the kitchen numerous times baking pastries, waffles and other treats.

Dick took the longest to warm up to the woman, having heard and known about her for over a deacade but never met it was understandable. Alfred wpould never knew what Marinette had done but one day the hostility and coldness disappeared. A joy, childlike smile appeared on Dicks face every time she was in the room, and he’d follow her round like a loat puppy. Watching and mimicking her techniques to calm his brothers down.

How his grandchildren acted with Marinette in the activities brought echoes of memories of her with Bruce to the forefront of Alfred’s mind.

Sighing, in the short time the Manor felt warm and like a family, a home should feel like. Much like before his friends’ death. Schooling his emotions, Alfred set about to serve the family and Parisians last dinner together.

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Bruce tried not to sulk. Tried not to revert to the mind set of when Marinette originally disappeared physically from his life. Especially in front of his children but it was hard. She somehow always managed to take the overwhelming pressure away from him, like he could breathe and be.

Alfred was his father, in all the ways that counted, but the burden of death and saving the world was something Marinette understood at a deeper more personal level. Having her here made it feel safe to feel, that he would always be caught. That she would save him from the consuming darkness. She was the light in the world shining out in the Gotham gloom.

As expected, his children adored her in their unique ways. Following her around like little ducks scrabbling for crumbs of knowledge and titbits of information. Bruce lips twitched as he witnessed them behaving much like he used to. Taking the gems’ she passed on to them and ferreting them away much like he did.

“Master Bruce, I expect better behaviour this leaving gathering than our previous party, please.”

With Alfred’s comments Bruce gave into the feeling of pouting. Why deny how he felt toward the situation where he wasn’t in control. He pointedly ignored the stares that his children were giving him. Again.

“Mon tresor! It’s not like you aren’t going to see or speak to me again. We speak regularly as it is. It’s not the same as it was last time. You know this.”

“But Mari, it's nice having you here. This is your home.”

“Is he always like this Mare, Cupcake? How is it that all the kid’s you’ve looked after end up demanding you live with them?”

Bruce choked at Kim’s statement and the Wayne clan burst into laughter. Alfred let a small smirk grace his face.

“Oui, Mon Amour, He wasn’t happy last time I left at all. Be grateful I learnt to resist kitten eyes or we’d never have reconnected. Manon doesn’t count. She’s practically family as well with how close Maman and Nadja are.”

“What about Elle, Etta and Chris? What about Ivan’s and Mylene’s sproglian? Fang? Jagged’s second round of terrors? Luka and Jules too really.”

“Hush, Mon Amour, circumstantial evidence.”

Bruce observed Kim stare at his wife in disbelief before waving his hand around the room.

“What about these then. Don’t give me that look Cupcake. I’m gonna end up needing to fight the whole batclan at this rate to get you on a plane with me! Maybe I should give Peg’s the heads up that I’ll need his help.”

“I can assure you Master Kim that you *both* are free to leave. The young master's understand that they cannot kidnap you. It would not be becoming of them OR look good for the company for the family to kidnap its own workers.”

Bruce and his family guiltily ducked their heads at Alfred’s comments. When Alfred turned away to start talking to Kim, Tim leant in close to Bruce to whisper to him.

“Do you think we have the power to move her to being director of North America rather than Europe? Mari would be closer then? Plus, the guy in charge isn’t all he’s cracked up to be so the board would likely approve it.”

Bruce stared at his son at the ingenious and simple solution and smiled, before ducking his head when Alfred pointedly looked his way.

“We’ll discuss that concept later.”

Bruce gave Tim a subtle nod as if he was approving the idea. Technically he was but Alfred didn’t need to know that. Nor did Kim really, as he would fight him if he found out and he’d rather not deal with an ex-olympian superhero, even when he pulled his punches they hurt far more than the average persons.

Bruce sat back into his seat and smiled as the conversation and chaos flowed around him. His whole family finally together and he cherished it. He knew it wasn’t going to last much longer with the impending flight looming but for now he had a potential and creative plan to work on. If he framed it right it could also become the prefect family bonding activity that both Marinette and Kim thought he needed to do more of outside of vigilantism. And if the end result was that she moved closer, well, that’s just an added bonus in his eyes.

With that in mind, Bruce joined in with the choas enjoying the moment with his complete family. Nothing could take this away from him.

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realcube · 3 years

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jealous haikyuu!! boys

summary: the haikyuu!! boys getting jealous over you talking to a boy but as it turns out, that boy is in fact your relative

characters: third year gym squad (lev, hinata, bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima & akaashi)

thank you to anon for this sweet request! 💖

(y/n) = your name

(b/n) = brother’s name

tw// sexual references, swearing

Lev Haiba

he was already in a sour mood from practise bc kenma, kuroo & yaku had all ganged up on him so he was getting beat left, right & centre

so he was feeling extra confrontational when he laid eyes on you laughing and chatting with some other guy, in the spot where you usually stand and wait for him after practise

he was so mad >:(

like he just had a shitty day at school and now some punk was trying to flirt with you- and you didn’t seem to be uncomfortable either

DOES HIS SUFFERING KNOW NO END?! 😩😭

grrr like he had spent 90% of the day looking forward to seeing you and now you were talking to some other guy like he didn’t even exist :(

a part of him knew that he was being overdramatic but the other part of him was like ‘all feelings are valid, lev. 💕💖💗’

like he literally worked so hard to be the best boyfriend possible and this guy thought he could just swoop in and steal your heart??? without even letting you braid his hair yet???

yeah, lev had spent too much money on cat keychains to lose you this far into the game

also he loves you pls don’t leave him rn (y/n) 😭

so he marched up to you with a frown, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the back just like he usually does as a greeting, ‘hi, babe.’ he murmured.

your attention immediately shifted onto your boyfriend and you automatically pouted upon seeing his glum expression, ‘hiya. are you okay, hun? rough day at scho--’

he held your hand by his lips and muttered from behind your knuckles, ‘who’s this?’ he inquired, vaguely gesturing to your brother

‘oh, lev! this is my brother! i don’t think y’all have met yet.’

lev blinked rapidly at what you just said, ‘brother? like- male sibling.’

you nodded while simultaneously quirking an eyebrow at his need for clarification at the simplest piece of information, ‘yes. my male sibling.’

lev let out a heavy sigh of relief as his lips curled into a smile, softening his grip on your hand, allowing you to pull it away, ‘ah, okay.’

then he turned to your brother and stuck out his hand, ‘nice to mee-- you don’t look anything like (y/n).’ he chirped, all trances of sadness leaving his face - it was kinda creepy how quickly he was able to do that

model tingz

your brother shrugged, ‘yeah.’ he hastily took lev’s hand, giving it a firm shake before turning on his heels, ‘i should really get going now, bye!’ he called out before rushing off, quite intimidated by the fact you had a skyscraper for a boyfriend

lev turned to you, a warm smile now gracing his features

‘uh, where did all your gloom go? you looked miserable just a few seconds ago!’ you inquired, playfully poking his cheek

lev shrugged, poking your forehead in retaliation, ‘i don’t know. i’m here with you now so i guess i don’t have a reason to be sad.’ he said nonchalantly, forgetting the fact he had gotten the results for his midterms today and he had failed maths horribly

but who need maths when you’re a model yk?

Shōyō Hinata

bruh- hinata didn’t even notice you were talking to someone UIEFGBVFE

once practise was over he literally just ran up and threw himself at you

he has selective vision, he only sees the things he wants to see and rn, all he wants to see you under the moonlight 🥺

so he wraps you in a hug and peppers your face in kisses just like he usually does when he greets you after practise

then he noticed that there was some guy standing next to you, aggressively tapping your shoulder to request your attention even though hinata was clearly trying to tell you about his day at practise

he unintentionally scowled at the boy before cocking his head to the side and asking, ‘who are you?’

although this tone of voice didn’t seem too nasty; given the context - accompanied by the sour look on his face - the question seemed to have threatening undertones

you’re brother blinked rapidly before uttering, ‘i’m (b/n).’

he continued to stare daggers at the guy, ‘what do you want from (y/n)?’

‘the maths homework answers.’ your brother chuckled, continuing to playfully poke your shoulder until hinata swatted his hand away

‘she doesn’t owe you an--’

you were extremely confused as to why hinata took up such a serious demeanour but then you realised that he had never met your brother before, so hinata probably thought there was just some creepy harassing you for the homework answers

although you were charmed by your boyfriend’s attempts to be ‘scary’ for you, you still felt the need to intervene

‘oh, shōyō. that’s my brother, by the way.’ you hummed, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck

both your brother and your boyfriend slowly turned their heads to look at you, sharing the same dumbfounded look

‘your brother?!’ hinata exclaimed while your brother now looked rather offended, ‘you didn’t tell your boyfriend about me- rude!’

to be fair, your one year anniversary with shōyō was approaching so you feel foolish about not telling him about your brother sooner- it’s just that it never really crossed your mind

‘i’m fucking leaving.’ (b/n) spat, turning on his heels; trying to make it seem like he was storming out because he was upset that you hadn’t mentioned him to your boyfriend but in reality, he was just getting tired of prying at you for the homework answers

‘i’m fucking leaving too!’ hinata hissed, imitating your brother’s actions until he got the gate of the school, then he turned back around and shuffled back over to you

he pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder and squeezing your waist tight as he whispered into your ear, ‘do you have any other secret siblings that you want to tell me about?’

you giggled, pressing a gentle kiss onto his collarbone ‘i don’t think so.’

Kōtarō Bokuto

mans thought you were leaving him 🥺

like why would you talk to another guy when you had a cool ace bf already? (˘･_･˘)

in bokuto’s mind, that could only mean one thing;

YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE HIM FOR AN EVEN COOLER ACE BOYFRIEND!! ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜

and the fact your brother was wearing a jersey didn’t help either

like, he doesn’t often get jealous when you talk to other guys but this one was wearing a JERSEY FFS!!! that meant he must be cool >:(((

also, you were laughing!

yeah, you sometimes laugh when you talk to akaashi or boys in your class but this time it was different

the guy looked familiar but bokuto couldn’t put a finger on who he was - but he knew that the guy wasn’t from Fukurōdani as the colors of his jersey were a fruity teal and white - and this made him feel even more uneasy

bokuto knew what he had to do

he had to win you back by being thE COOLEST ACE BOYFRIEND!!

he ran a hand through his hair to it was extra spiky before swaggering up to you; chin up, back straight and chest puffed out

‘sup, doll.’ he said with a wink, forcing his voice to deepen

you sighed, upon hearing this unusual nickname, it didn’t take you long to figure out what was going on

bokuto didn’t even let you reply as he dropped to one knee and gently took you hand - making both you and your brother’s breath hitch in unison, thinking that you were about to witness a proposal and knowing bokuto, that didn’t seem completely impossible

however, instead of pulling out a ring; he pressed a tender kiss against you knuckles before pulling the pair of earbuds you had left at his house yesterday, out of his pocket and lowering his head as he held them out for you

‘i humbly offer these to thee.’

‘how did you go from a pimp to prince in 3 seconds?’ you inquired, snatching your earbuds from him while shooting him a disapproving look

(b/n) couldn’t help but snicker at your boyfriends little performance, ‘i see he’s not changed a bit.’

bokuto hummed, looking over to meet eyes with your brother

(b/n) smiled shot him a warm smile, ‘hi, bokut--’

‘do i know you?’

you instinctively gasped while your brother just laughed, ‘i’m (b/n); (y/n)’s brother. we met once after one of your games, remember?’

bokuto did not remember - at all - but he trusted that it did happen as that’d explain why he seemed so familiar

to avoid appearing any more ignorant, bokuto just nodded in agreement, ‘oh, yeah! it’s all coming back to me now.’ he chuckled awkwardly while getting up from his knee, ‘you just look so different with your jersey on, man.’

you rolled your eyes at how poor bokuto’s lying skills were but perhaps you should be more disappointed in your brother as he actually fell for it

‘oh, for real?’ (b/n) asked, looking down at his chest while wondering if jersey really did the trick

needless to say, bokuto never forgot your brother’s face ever again lmao

Tetsurō Kuroo

upon exiting the building (after practise) and seeing you conversing with some guy by the school gates, he wasted no time in ripping his shirt off and parading over to you

he mentally reassured himself that he had no need to be jealous bc there was no way you’d leave his fine-ass for some average guy that made you laugh by the school gate-- WAIT YOU WERE LAUGHING!?!? ◉_◉

i mean, kuroo had made you laugh before- but you were just being so nice to this guy who he’d never seen around the school before which stressed him

plus, the guy looked like he was in college so kuroo was extremely worried that you might leave him for an older guy bc he had heard from yaku that some ppl like older men 😭😭

he could not let this happen ✋

his shirt now served as a scarf hanging around his neck as he strutted up to you, placing his hand on your shoulder to grab your attention

he wasn’t sure whether to go for the intimidation tactic or perhaps redirect your attention off of the guy and back onto your dearest boyfriend; so he went with both

‘(y/n)?’ he spoke, lowering his voice so it was more raspy - like his morning voice which he knew you were obsessed with

although kuroo is not ‘chemistry nerd’ smart, he definitely knows how to play his cards right IEFBERGLIEABVR

you hummed in response, swiftly turning to look at him before letting out a cackle upon seeing your half-naked boyfriend standing behind you

‘hey! don’t laugh at me!’ kuroo whined, his mask of confidence quickly shattering

‘put your shirt back on, tetsurō!’ you panted through guffaws, clutching your chest to prevent your heart from beating out of your chest

honestly, it was quite hot but ofc you’d never admit that so you just had to hide your desire behind laughs

while you were laughing, kuroo turned to look at your brother, trying to form a glare but it looked more like a squint tbh

‘and you are?’

(b/n) wore a stunned look at how quickly your boyfriend’s attitude changed, temporarily unable to think up a reaction but then blurted out, ‘(b/n). you?’

(b/n) cocked his head to the side while backing up slightly, ready to make a run for it as soon as kuroo replied

kuroo didn’t intimidate (b/n), per se, it’s just that (b/n) wanted to get as far away from this interaction as possible as it generally made him feel uneasy

‘i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.’ he said lowly with a menacing smile

‘cool.’ (b/n) voice cracked as he adjusted the strap of his bag before launching off into the horizon on his heels

a smug expression was plastered on his face as he gazed proudly at his work - he had managed to scare off an upperclassman with sheer manliness

by now, your laughing fit had died down and your lips formed a frown as you watched your brother bolt over to his car, hop in and drive away - presumably, back to your home

‘hey.’ you moaned, watching until his car turned a corner and left your vision, ‘he was my ride home!’

kuroo’s soul almost left his body upon hearing you say that, ‘you shouldn’t be getting in cars with crusty, older men anyway!’

you rolled your eyes, ‘he’s my brother, dumbass!’

IEHFBEVJEAU kuroo shut tf up immediately 😶

‘oops- my bad.’ he snickered before jogging out the school gates, ‘have fun walking, babe!’ he threw up a piece sign before disappearing round a corner in a similar way that your brother did

Kei Tsukishima

tsukishima had just finished practise, he walked out the gym to notice that you were talking to some guy next to the vending machine

he literally almost had a heart-attack bc he thought it was kageyama

but no

IT WAS WORSE

tsukishima never really got jealous when you talked to other guys bc he knew they really had nothing in comparison to him lol

i mean, tsukishima knew he was a catch: he’s lanky, bitchy, tall, rude, emotionally-distant, tall, untrusting, tall, insecure, surly, a horrible cook- did i mention he’s tall?

ok so maybe he wasn’t as much of a catch as he originally thought but the fact he is tall is really the thing that’s holding together his façade of arrogance

so imagine his shock when he sees you happily chatting away to a guy that’s 6″4 !!!!!!

for clarification, tsukishima is 6″2

tsukishima passed away on the spot 💀⚰

he had already logged onto Instagram and removed the ‘Taken 🔒’ out of his bio

there’s no way he’s gonna be able to win you back now ✌😔

he’s had his time has your tall bf- it’s time to resign

BUT HE WASN’T GONNA GIVE UP THAT EASILY

not before he indulged in some bitchery ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he practised the scene 10 times in his head before executing it, starting by striding up to you and slipping an arm round your waist, pulling you against his chest

his eyes held a penetrating stare on your brother from above the edge of his glasses, he snickered mockingly as his index finger pushed the frames further up the bridge of his nose

honestly, tsukki tried his best to hide it but he was genuinely quite nervous not only bc he actually had to look up slightly to hold eye contact with the guy - which is something he’s obviously not used to - but also due to the fact he simply could not come up with a good insult for this guy; even though he was usually quite good at spotting people’s insecurities ‘:(

hence, all he could to was produce a deriding chuckle which was aimed towards the guy in hopes that it was make him feel half as insecure as tsukishima was feeling rn

‘what’s so funny?’ you asked, clueless to your boyfriend having an internal breakout while standing right beside you

tsukishima rolled his eyes, realising that the guy seemed unfazed by his dirty looks so it seemed as thought tsukki would have to crack up the pettiness

‘who’s this chump, (y/n)?’ tsukishima leaned in to semi-whisper in your ear, but loud enough so your brother could still hear

‘tsukki!’ you gasped at your boyfriend’s choice of words before scolding him further, ‘that’s my brother- he’s a 3rd year!’

tsukishima paled

he bowed to the point where he was basically a right angle ‘m-, uh, my apologies, sir. i ha-, um, i had no idea you were related to (y/n).’

he was sO EMBARASSED AAAAAAAAAAA

your brother reassured him it was fine but tsukki was apologising for another 5 minutes after that

he promised himself never to get jealous again after that (ಥ _ ಥ) it only leads to trouble

no matter how tall the guy is either-

he swore that if he ever saw a 9″ guy talking to you and it upset him, he’d just close his eyes 😑

he probably should’ve promised to stop running his mouth too bc that’d probably result in a lot less trouble but- baby steps, y’all LMAO

Keiji Akaashi

i can’t really imagine akaashi as the type to get jealous tbh

and if he does, he deals with it pretty well

like if sees you talking with a guy in a way that bothers him, he’s definitely not confrontational enough to deal with it right there so he’d wait until y’all are alone at home or sumn

but you had been acting especially distant lately

so when he spots you hanging with some random guy next to the water fountain, he kinda snaps

he stalked up to you so he could take your hand in his own, asking if he could borrow just a moment of you time so he could talk to you

you accept, of course, wondering what this could possibly be about

he explains how he’s been feeling and you feel quite bad tbh

you weren’t aware that you were detaching yourself from him but you had to blame your schoolwork tbh

once you expressed how schoolwork along with the stress of your job had really been getting you down lately so you asked you brother for assistance, he immediately pulled you into a hug

the last thing he wanted was or it to seem like he was desperate for your attention bc although it was nice, he respected how you had to prioritize other things/people

in fact, he only brought this issue up bc it was beginning to eat him from the inside out - his insecurities telling him that you had lost interest in him and like anyone else, he desired a bit of comfort

you reassured him that you hadn’t ‘lost interest’ in him and you separation as well as you current closeness with you brother was all to do with your workload and hopefully, sometime in the near future, you’ll be able to sit down, relax and just watch a movie with akaashi

that was all fair and lovely but there was still one thing that continued to bother him

‘who’s that guy you were talking to?’ he inquired, gesturing to your brother who was awkwardly standing alone by the fountain

‘my brother.’

‘oh-’

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