#so fucking happy my user is weird but nice spelling

[darken-hollow]

Should have the first chapter of this Adam and the batfam crossover shit done either today or tommorow yippie!

#I been planning this fic for a few weeks with my gf #technically it started off as a dcau fic #but we both loved the idea of Adam and Bruce dating so much we focused on that #like there still be some justice league #but mainly Adam and Bruce #we have the whole fic planned out #and have plans for a sequel and spin off #should be around 61 chapters though maybe less #idk man #I should have a fanfic tag #Darken talks about his fanfic #btw my ao3 is also Darken_hollow #so fucking happy my user is weird but nice spelling #I only have one account where I had to somewhat change it since it was taken #even then the o's became 0's #getting off topic lol #anyways fic going to be called The birds and the bats

[eponymous-rose]

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E129 (March 16, 2021)

Tonight’s guests are Matt Mercer and Taliesin Jaffe!

Matt, on DMing Luc’s Revivify: “That was weird. It’s one thing when it happens because of player action and circumstances and the choices they make. When it’s entirely on me, unintentional, and just realizing different chess pieces you’ve set up, that’s rough.” It was especially rough since this was a child NPC related to a PC. “I was hoping somebody had a spell slot left.” He kept in mind that there are two clerics in the room and that they could resurrect the next day even if the Revivify went poorly. “A good chance, since it’s his first time. Okay, okay, okay, okay, I think we’ll be okay, we’ll see how this goes. It was really stressful in the moment! I did not set out to have that happen, but when I realized what was going to happen, I tried to see it through.” He wouldn’t have prevented a chance to bring him back. “There may have been an offshoot short-run series of games to find a way to bring him back. I would have found some way to correct the circumstance so the players could feel good about moving forward with the story and there was no undue punishment beyond their control.”

Taliesin on Cad’s response: “This is a big thing if you’re a cleric. It was very much coming in like an EMT. Everything should be fine... hopefully. Just focused in and got it done. The minute things started to go south it was like, okay, that’s the next problem.”

On Yeza’s feelings: “It is a very complicated situation. I think he, much like how Veth is trying to figure out what it is that she wants, I think he’s trying to help her find that while also figuring it out for himself. I think Yeza’s also noticing that because Veth’s the more active of the two of them she also takes the weight of the responsibility and the blame for things when they go wrong, unnecessarily. Especially when he himself acknowledges that he’s partially at fault for even dragging everyone in with the Conclave. As much as he’s appreciative for them coming back for him, there’s a lot of back and forth. He’s filled with a lot of regret, too, but he’s very much trying to convince Veth that it’s a burden that she doesn’t have to keep to herself, that they can share it and work through it together.” Matt mentions that, as an actor, he really loves exploring interactions between characters first and foremost. “Especially when you don’t know where it’s going to go.” He also praises Sam as a scene partner - “I really cherish that.”

How does Caduceus feel about Revivify and Speak with Dead? “Speak with Dead is an interesting middle ground, because he knows that it’s not actually speaking with the dead. It’s really just-- it’s almost medical, really. This is just reactivating a brain at a certain point. It’s practically just a muscle twitch at this point. That doesn’t really prod him in that direction. Revivify is interesting, because it had never really come up. At first I thought of it as bending the rules, but it’s not bending the rules. You knock over a plant, you replant it, you don’t stare at it and go ‘Well, that’s over.’ This is just doing the work. No, we can bring this thing back to health. This is all part of the circle of life, that sometimes we can save something. Especially given the stress that he’s put himself through over the past year of being with these people. He’s started to think of himself a bit as a battlefield medic, and triage is just part of the deal, and it’s completely acceptable.”

Did Trent really just want to talk? “Yeah, that circumstance, as it came together, Trent would never have arrived if there wasn’t an indication that there was some kind of infiltration or attack. Even beyond that, it was Jester breaking the concentration on her charm on that one guard when she created her duplicate.” The guards’ job is to inform a member of the Cerberus Assembly, and Trent lived the closest. “He didn’t know who it was, didn’t have any expectation necessarily. The minute he saw the illusion, he knew a powerful magic user was involved.” Seeing Caleb was an unexpected surprise. “I don’t think he wanted to throw down necessarily. He was more interested in figuring out exactly what the nature of this was.” Matt had multiple battlemaps that didn’t get used. “They managed to cleverly out-maneuver him in his surprise of seeing them.” The Nein rocketed up his priority list after that very quickly. Taliesin: “We’re so fucked.”

On Cad being “Uncle Caduceus” to Luc: “It’s the thing he misses most about home, is being a juvenile shit. It’s nice to be able to express that part of him again, as opposed to the serious, life-threatening, constant intensity. I’m very at home just being a little difficult.”

Cosplay of the Week: an amazing Beau! (_rumor_king, photography by kourtyardproductions on Instagram)

On Marion: “Like a lot of people in this whole narrative from the beginning, getting swept up in things larger than her and trying to adapt. This is a circumstance she’s avoided for a long time. She’s having a rough time in some ways, but simultaneously, she’s enduring. Like a mother would. She’s adapting, she’s making it work. Without much of a choice, you just kind of do the best you can and lean on the people around you to help you where they can. Luckily she has a daughter there. She’s probably surprising herself at how well she’s doing given the circumstances.” Matt talks about how weird it is to feel proud of character he’s created. “Of the many things Marion is incredible at, she’s a studier of the human condition. She’s seen and heard the stories of so many. That gives her a very special perspective. She can see elements of that fractured individual within Caleb, and knowing the good that he’s brought to his friends, and knowing he’s possibly saved her life from bad circumstances, she couldn’t not speak up. She very easily falls into that role of maternal comforter, because it’s one of the many things she’s really good at, she enjoys it, and she can see well when people need it.” He’s been enjoying having Marion along for this (despite the difficult circumstances) because he was always a little sad that they only got to see her for short periods of time.

On the Blooming Grove’s safety: “He’s afraid that it’s a premonition. He’s not pinned it down, but he’s happy to let his imagination wander. He at the very least feels like there’s a reason he’s having these thoughts, and that there’s a reason to go there. He’s a big believer that these things don’t just happen. He’s more likely to think that there’s a good reason to go versus a danger to go. He’s had a couple of ominous warnings lately, and he’s not used to them and not a fan. He’s more likely to read something like that as, there is something there waiting for you that you have to discover. There is something that is going to be helpful to you, even if it hurts.”

On Astrid: “While maybe not as readable in overall personality as Trent is, I still want to be careful to not discuss things that are still being discussed within the game and tossed around as possibilities. Astrid is another complicated character, as anyone would be who’s been through the life she has. I can’t say too much. I can say she’s definitely legitimately happy to see Bren/Caleb after all this time.” His reemergence definitely caught her off guard. “We’ll have to see where it goes from there.”

On Cad’s successful Divine Intervention: “He’s definitely hit the ‘on a mission from god’ stage. He’s been that way for the entire campaign of, this, this is what I’ve been waiting for. Even when it sucks a lot, it’s been nice that those things have popped up to remind him, no, no, you’re doing it right, everything’s good. Probably not going to survive the next week, but you’re doing good! Not quite 1 in a 100 chance, but I forget so often to make that roll, and it’s such a great roleplaying roll. I don’t know how at level 20 you could deal with the fact that you can do that every day.” 

On Zeenoth getting his comeuppance: the kidnapping was a concept Marisha brought up for Beau’s backstory, and Matt went with it even though it was opposed to the Cobalt Soul’s philosophy because he knew rooting it out would make for an interesting story. “I felt it was an important beat to bring to her, because it was something that she was wronged by. And to show that there are still some good people out there who are trying to make things right.” After the tentative peace, dealing with this became Dairon’s next focus. “I was glad we finally got to it. So many people don’t have the opportunity in their lives to get that sort of justice and vindication, so if I can bring elements of that justice into our world, even for our own hope, I’m going to do that. Especially for my wife’s character, especially for a character that deserves that.” Taliesin points out that if it had come too early, Beau wouldn’t have believed it.

Cad’s thoughts on the Tomb Taker betrayal? “He knew it was gonna come at some point. There was no way that was gonna last. He was hoping it was gonna last a little longer. He was really hoping they had a vested interest in getting them all the way to the end. Nope, this is apparently as far as we go, and he was not prepared for that.” He was expecting the potential for de-escalation. “Caduceus is the only character in there that doesn’t have a history with Lucien. I think he sees him a little more clearly than everybody else does. They’re all looking for this person that Clay, at least, is of the opinion that he’s just not there. This is a very manipulative, very dangerous infernal human. Just smarter than all of them. Really aware that there is no calculating what the hell is going to happen. Conversation is the only way you can deal with someone like that.”

Fan Art of the Week: An amazing Caleb closeup! (rynn_birb on Twitter)

Taliesin on Lucien: “I’m excited he’s the one that’s going to kill us all. Poetic that this is how the game ends.” Matt was delighted when Taliesin handed him carte blanche to do what he wanted with Molly’s past. “I was like ‘shit... oh, wait!’ The character of Lucien was always intended to be an antagonist so that it would have been Molly being chased by the person who wanted their body back. But then it happened that he got his body back.” Taliesin: “He’s so much worse than I ever hoped.”

Matt, on the Holy Avenger: “I hadn’t thought to initially even give that sword.” The good roll was the only reason Kima handed that over. “Well, sure, you get the sword. It was very reactionary, it wasn’t my intent originally. I was like, well, I mean, there’s two avenues she can take with this.” Multiclass into Paladin, or lean into the fact that her subclass is essentially a barbarian paladin. “This really works out in a uniquely beautiful way. Let me see if I can lay out a path for her to earn it.”

On Cad’s attempt at lying blowing up in his face: “He was like that kid that had a really bad day in high school and was like, you know what? I’m going to let loose. This is it. I’m gonna dye a streak in my hair. And then tries to give himself a haircut and ends up with half bangs. Well, okay, obviously I’m not that person. I was feeling a little distraught and I didn’t handle it well. Maybe I’m going dark... no, I’m not going dark. Nope.” Matt mentions how much he relates to Caduceus.

Matt, on the Eyes: “What can I tell you? I’m enjoying the hell out of it. The moment they began to really push to read that book, I was like, okay, this is on you. I’m excited for the point in the narrative where the march continues back to Eiselcross. I am almost impatient - not really - because we’re on the cusp of getting to more of the meat. There’s so much to learn, so much to see, so much to explore. I love instilling my players with absolute terror.”

Thoughts on Jester’s Tarot reading? Taliesin cackles. “Molly made the cards, so. Did it to himself, he did, he did.” Matt: “Once again, another example of things working out unexpectedly and too perfectly for an improvised moment. Fuck.” Taliesin: “Bless the wisdom of chaos.” Matt: “I love that even at this point in the campaign, Molly continues to fuck with people. I’m just so proud. That deeply shook Lucien, for reasons.” Taliesin: “It’s the everlasting gobstopper smoke bomb.”

#critical role #critical role spoilers #talks machina #talks machina spoilers #long text post

[dystopiandilfs]

Rating/roasting DreamSMP members donations (and chat.) I recently have been lurking in chats I don't normally watch so I can rate chats and dono's so obviously I might have watched on a day where the dono's are super shit so sorry if that happened.

Punz's chat is the best by far mainly because they know how to use bttv and will roast mobile users. It's a very chill and fun vibe. His dono's tend to be normal, they'll inform him of things at the start of stream and remind him to blink and drink water. If someone in Sapnap is in call he might get a few weirdos but they get bullied by his chat so it's fine. His tts is either off or super quiet which is great, we love a mute tts. 10/10

Dream my "streamer" his chat is awful as it's always a mix of 💙💚, "chat stop" and then antis thinking their hot shit by spamming "cheater" and "hacks" but his mods are trying their best and I appreciate it. Dream's chat is bad but it's definitely not the worst. He tends to have donations off because he wants to read them all and took the better approach of just not allowing them. His chat during MCC tends to be full of support so I sometimes have it open then. Dream's chat is 4/10 his dono's are a 10/10 when off and a 6/10 when on. His mods are a 10/10.

George. I hate his chat. I hate his donations. I hate how he tries to read them all out like either do it at the end of stream or only do ones you see at that moment. I lose a bit of sanity everytime I see a donation that contains either "Happy Birthday to" "can you say hi to" "you missed my last donation" -10/100. Love George. Hate his chat.

Sapnap's is slightly better than George's especially Sapnap's alt. For some reason everyone in his donations just so happens to be called Clay. Weird coincidence huh?! My only issue with Sapnap is that his mic is so quiet and his tts is so loud. I don't mind the text popping up on screen but when some obnoxious loud voice reads out "Hello my little Sappy Nappy it's my birthday and my mother just killed my cat anyways here's £25" Sapnap's been getting better at openly hating his chat which is a good thing, weed out the weak. 1/10

Philza's donations are constantly like 3 months behind which is mildly irritating. His donations tend to be decent until someone decides to trauma dump because then it turns into a competition of who's been abused more. That is not only a stupid "flex" but is also awkward for the streamer and their chat along with it potentially triggering traumatic events from people who are just trying to watch a guy play Minecraft. 6/10

Tubbo's donations are pretty much silent so I live in ignorant bliss of what they say. Like Sapnap his alt chat has a lot of bttv users which just automatically makes it better. I have seen a few gross ones that break Tubbo's boundaries like using his real name or sexualising him. I also see the ones where people are like "When's Tommy streaming?" Like go fuck yourself you little weirdo. 8.5/10

Captain Puffy's donations and chat are either super chill or incredibly chaotic. Her donations take advantage of being able to change names on donations which is always a fun time. Sometimes a bunch of "do this" "react to this" donations appear and they're annoying as hell but compared to other chats it's very chill. 8.5/10

Unpopular opinion but I hate Ranboo's donations. They're so boring and repetitive. Like okay you're part of the LGBTQ+ community cool, you don't have to tell everyone. It's like the people who constantly mention that they dye their hair. Like being LGBTQ+ isn't a personality trait but you've tried to make it one since it's the only thing that you mention. Spend money on buying art supplies to have a hobby or something. Don't make being part of the LGBTQ+ your only personality trait at least get a hobby you can talk about. They're sometimes funny but they get very repetitive and unfunny very fast, like someone sends a donation that Ranboo laughs at then it gets sent 39 more times. It was funny the first time but now you've killed it. However to give credit if someone doesn't get noticed they don't then send another donation with a "you missed my last dono" so a nice middle ground 5/10.

Quackity donations are very telling. You can tell who's an older viewer and who's newer based on what the donation says. His donations aren't super visible which is great and his tts is quiet which is a blessing so most weird ones won't get noticed. However I have this very suspicious feeling that a lot of the Spanish donations aren't by Spanish people based on the spelling and are very clearly part of the stereotyping and low-key high-key racist copypastas that his chat gets spammed with. Recently Quackity's chat has been incredibly racist whether they mean to be or people are just incredibly ignorant but it's not a good vibe. So his chat from a month ago is a 8/10 but recently it's a solid 5.5/10

Ponk's chat and donations are the best. You rarely get weirdos and the vibe is always chill. Also his donation sound is just better than everyone's so it automatically gains points for that. Eventhough he has tts on it's not obnoxious so 10/10

Hbomb's chat is chill however it's difficult for new viewers as there's a lot of inside mature jokes that might make younger viewers uncomfortable. His donations tend to be mostly okay however a few weird ones end up happening but they will be called out. I noticed that there's this group of people who on the exact same day almost every week come into his chat and ask shit like "Can you give me the DreamSMP IP" and "What time is Tommy streaming" which is just cringe but mods are good at deleting them same with people going into his chat to call him a cheater and pedo which is just fucking gross. But his normal chat is fine he just often gets some gross children trying to harass him or people who can't follow basic twitch etiquette so it's a solid 8/10

#dreamsmp #dreamwastaken #dream smp #mcyt #georgenotfound #sapnap #quackity #punz #tubbo #philza #drops by ponk #hbomb94

[harryskalechips]

It’s all about connections

A/N hello! I’m sorry about some other pieces being delayed. I’m working on it right now. Here I have a little angsty piece for you that an anon requested! enjoy

Y/N and Harry have been happily dating for three years except when Y/N’s cousin Olivia, comes back from America. Everything turns into a hell that Harry has been running from. 

word count: 2370

“So you’re sure you’re free to come tonight?” Y/N bids Harry goodbye at her front door as he puts on his coat.

“I promise baby, I’ll be here by 6.” He tries to reassure her.

“I really don’t want to drag you back here for dinner but my mom wanted you to meet Olivia’s parents too since they’re so interested in us.” Y/N rolls her eyes. She missed the way Harry’s cheeks flushed a bit.

Olivia, Y/N and Harry went to the same high school but Olivia ventured off to the States for university leaving Harry and Y/N to attend their local one in the city. At first, Y/N never thought she would end up dating Harry but after having a few mutual classes in first year and having mutual friends, the pair clicked off and they’ve been dating for 3 years now. There’s no wonder why Olivia’s parents want to meet the man. They are a very close family and since it’s spring break they decided to take a flight back to Canada to see what’s been happening. Olivia couldn’t be more excited.

“Maybe because they just want to see who’s been keeping you happy.” His hands pull Y/N closer to him. “I love you. I’m just going to run some errands for my mum and I’ll be here okay?”

“Mhm.” Y/N pouts as she watches him walk off her pathway and into his car. Harry was hoping that she couldn’t hear the anxiety in his voice. How his heart was beating so fast. Did Y/N know he used to be in love with her cousin? No. Was he over Olivia? I mean… he had to be… right?

~

“Oh my God, Y/N you’re so pretty!” Olivia runs into Y/N’s arms as they hug one another so tightly. Since they were both the only child of their parents, they practically grew up as sisters until Olivia had to leave.

“You’re really pretty too! Wow, look at this tan. Olivia, I’m so jealous you’re living in Florida!”

“Pshhh, I rather be here. I miss you and Canada so much. It feels so different being in the States. Do you know how many times I got corrected by the way I spell things?” Oliva was radiating. Her volumized curly blonde hair. Her thin hips. Her pretty smile. Y/N always felt like she was 2nd best with her but after Oliva left. Her parents stopped comparing her to her all star cousin. Plus, she had Harry. The man of her dreams. He’s everything she wanted and she can’t be anymore thankful that he loves her just as much as she loves him.

“Oh look who’s here, Harry come in!” Y/N’s mom opens the door. Harry’s eyes light up as he sees Y/N but the moment his eyes caught on to Olivia’s, he started to feel things. Bad things that a taken man shouldn’t feel. Maybe, it was a bad idea for him to come tonight but he wanted to prove everyone wrong, most definitely himself. He doesn’t like Olivia. Y/N is here. Olivia lives in the states!

“Harry!” Olivia squeals as she untangles herself from Y/N to hug Harry.

They were a bit close in high school. They had many of their classes together and Harry was always helping Olivia with her homework. In return, Olivia would help him study too. She used to drag Y/N with her to come watch his soccer games. “I missed you so much! Wow, your hair! It’s so different. I love it!” Harry wraps his arms around her as he makes eye contact with his girlfriend. Y/N didn’t seem to mine but Harry felt like there was no oxygen in his tank anymore. Why the fuck is his heart feeling like this?

Dinner was already placed on the dining table thanks to Y/N and her parents. After Harry left, they focused on every little detail in the dining room. Y/N’s father sat at the head while Y/N’s mom sat with Olivia’s parents. Y/N sat in between her boyfriend and her cousin.

“Harry, it’s so nice to meet you. Olivia here mentioned your friendship with her back in high school. It’s amazing how destiny led you to Y/N.” Olivia’s mom spoke up as they ate their meal. Tonight, Y/N’s mom was serving spaghetti.

“Um, yeah. I think so too. I’m very lucky to be with Y/N.” he looks at Y/N which she smiles back and holds his hand underneath the table.

“Hopefully, you guys will be able to help Olivia settle in your University when she comes back next year.”

“What?” Y/N speaks out in shock. Harry pulls his hand away from her so he can take a drink of water after choking a bit. As Y/N looked around, nobody else was in shock, meaning her parents knew the whole time.  “You guys knew?” She looks at her mom and dad.

“Surprise sweetie!” Y/N’s mom smiles widely with  jazz hands in front of her chest. Y/N’s dad just nods. He knew it wasn’t the best surprise, he noticed that his daughter was quite insecure about her cousin. Harry just looks down at his plate for the rest of dinner, staying silent as the family catches up. It felt weird. He felt weird.

Dinner was finished and since Y/N’s family was hosting, she had to help clean up while Olivia and her parents spent time talking with Harry. The conversation was light but after Olivia’s mom went to help in the kitchen and her dad went on a smoke break, he was sadly left with Olivia. The girl he used to be so in love with. He used to be her little puppy back in the day and to see her again, he knew he was about to fall down that little rabbit hole once again.

“Your hair is still as soft as it was 4 years ago.” Olivia playfully runs her finger around his short hair since they sat on the couch together. Okay, the thing about Olivia is that yes, she’s smart and pretty. Every man’s dream but she also comes off in a flirty way when it comes to boys even though it may not be her intention. You understand right?

Well, Harry didn’t. It’s the reason why he was so head over heels about her before. Probably, why he is right now. “Yeah, I still use the same hair routine. Y/N also has this hair serum that smells really good and I started using it.” He tries to move away a bit so he can play with his hair himself. Just an excuse to create some distance.

“You know, you two are really cute.” Olivia looks down then looks at him. “It’s so weird for me really. I see all these pictures of you two on social media and I just never expected you guys to start dating. I mean you were a popular athletic guy and she was just chilling in high school. I don’t know.” Olivia begins to ramble as Harry just stares at her. While she was talking, everything went through one ear and out the other. He was looking at how pretty she was. How she never changed. She was still the girl he fell in love with. The girl who still had her hair tied up. Who had the most pretty blue eyes. Y/N had brown eyes but that wasn’t the point. Olivia was his dream girl.

“It’s crazy. I used to have a big crush on you in high school! I used to drag Y/N to your games!” That statement just made Harry come back to earth.

“What?” His eyes were practically wiped out as Olivia looked at him. He just had question marks swarming around his head and as she looked at his eyes, she could tell she caught him off guard. She never thought it was a big deal.

“I used to like you in high school.” There was a brief moment of silence until Harry just had to say it. Maybe, it would make him get over her. Give him that little push to let the feelings out. Plus, it’s been four years, can anything really happen between them?

“I used to be in love with you, Olivia. Like madly.” But Olivia’s eyes weren’t focused on him as she hears the sudden clash of bowls filled with Ice cream crash on the wooden floors. Y/N heard.

She was walking into the living room after being instructed to bring dessert to the guests. The moment she walked in though, she heard her boyfriend practically confessing his feelings for her cousin. Of fucking course, her cousin! Her cousin who can have anything she wants. Her cousin who practically gets to do what she wants. Want to study in America, honey? Yes. Want to move back to Canada, honey? Yes. Want to steal your cousin’s boyfriend, honey? Oh my fucking god, yes!

“Y/N.” Harry gets off the couch immediately as he chases Y/N out her front door. It was midnight and there was a cold breeze but that didn’t stop Y/N from running her heart out. She was just confused why this man was chasing after her. Harry’s head turned a bit as he caught eye contact with Olivia’s dad who was just about to crush his cigarette.

“Shame on you.” He tosses the bud and walks inside the house as Harry speeds up again to chase Y/N on the streets.

“Why the fuck are you chasing after me, Harry!” Y/N looks back as she stops running and begins walking. A girl can run a block probably more, but Y/N can run for 15 seconds then call it a day. Since she knew Harry loves to run, there was no point wasting her energy trying to outrun him. Want to follow me? Fine but fuck off a bit mate.

“Y/N listen-” The audacity this man had to follow her out here. Y/N turns around and stops in her steps.

“No. I really don’t want to hear it H.” She wipes away her tears and looks at the streetlights behind him. She couldn’t look at him. “You were in love with her and you never fucking bothered to tell me.”

“I knew you were insecure about her!”

“Fuck you!” Y/N screams. “You’re a liar! You’re a user! You have the audacity to chase me after telling my cousin you were madly in love with her!”  She laughs sarcastically. “You know after dating for 3 years, I figured we would tell each other everything.”

“I’m sorry, baby please.” He tries to approach her but she takes a couple steps back.

“Were you using me to see her again?” Y/N blurts out. She knows he wouldn’t do that but a part of her just needed to be sure. Harry just sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. “You fucking asshole!” She cries out. With the need to leave, she brushes past him on her way back to the house. “Don’t fucking follow me. I don’t want to see you ever again!” Harry speeds up and finally grabs her hand to keep her placed in front of him.

“Please Y/N. In the beginning when we first started dating sure. But I promise you I fell in love with you! I love you please!”

“You don’t fucking get it!” She pulls her hand away as Harry frowns. “Your intention in the beginning. Your lies. I can’t fucking take it. I don’t want to. You were in love Olivia!”

“I was in love with her fine okay, I admit that! I don’t think it matters anymore. I'm with you now.” He’s trying so hard to convince her. He’s trying so hard not to let her slip through his fingertips all because of a stupid confession.

“No, you’re not because we’re over Harry.”

“No, don’t say that. Don’t say that!”

“What do you want me to say?” Her eyes widened. “Do you want me to say, it’s alright baby. Thanks for letting her know before me? Thanks for dating me so you have a better chance of seeing her again!”

“No.” “Harry, why did you have to date me? Why did you have to make me go through this!”

“Because I fucking liked you! God dammit!” He finally explodes. “I was in love with Olivia and when you and I started seeing each other more, I was attracted to you and I don’t know what happened. I guess I started pursuing you because you’re close with Olivia but at the same time, I wanted to know you more and spend time with you.”

“I don’t know what to do!” Harry watches the girl in front of him break down. He takes his flannel off and puts it on her. Thankfully, she gladly accepted it.

“I’m sorry, baby. Please I’m sorry. I was scared if I told you, you would get mad and then more time went by, and it was no longer right to tell you.” “I don’t feel good right now.”

“Can I walk you home?”

“Yeah.”

The walk home was excruciating. They were 3 feet apart just walking along at night. They were no longer Harry and Y/N but just Harry and Y/N. It felt weird to be honest. At least on Harry’s end. A part of him was doubting how he felt about Olivia and Y/N but now after seeing Y/N this way, he knew who his heart belonged to. It was the girl who thought of herself as average. Who was pretty quiet but very outgoing in the same way. It was the girl who accepted him and gave him all the love he could ever ask for. Maybe, it was a bad idea confessing to Olivia tonight but one thing is for sure, if he was madly in love with her, he is irrevocably in love with Y/N and there was no chance in hell, he’ll be letting her go anytime soon.

Part 2 here

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagines #harry styles one shots #harry styles angst #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #one direction #one direction one shots

[mihidecet]

Sbi&CO d&d AU: A Familiar Face (1/?)

WELCOME WELCOME EVERYONE! Today, the tournament arc begins! I do hope you’ll enjoy this ahahah

I dedicate this to all the wonderful people of the Au’s Discord - hit me up if you wanna join! Also, a special thank you to @traitorous-bisexual and @awebo without whom this arc wouldn’t exist <3

Finally, before we start: make sure you check out @whatimevendoinhere , @spout1nk and (soon) @julius-ranch for art and fanfics about the AU!!

It was a lovely morning. 

The sun shined through the tinted windows, turning the light a soft orange glow that lessened the glare of it against his eyes. 

It was a welcome respite: during the months that involved preparing the tournament, days were quick to melt together, nights becoming just darker afternoons as Scott and everyone around him hurried to make everything look ready for the contestants' arrival. So, not having the sun shine directly into his eyes as he looked over the final challenges that had been chosen for the tournament was a relief. The cup of warm tea by his desk was also a saving grace.

Stifling a yawn, Scott figured that he could let himself take a stroll. Maybe open up his window, let the room freshen up a bit. 

With his window overlooking one of the many parks inside the Academy, maybe he could distract himself for a moment and see if his protege had finally started warming up to his teammates. 

That plan had flown out of the window almost immediately. Or maybe it would be better to say that it had flown into the window, along with a green tipped arrow that had suddenly appeared in his field of vision. 

Now, Scott hasn't been adventuring for a while, but it would be foolish to think that he's forgotten how the world works - with a flick of his wrist, a translucent dome of purple arcane energy materializes between him and the incoming arrow, which impacts with the barrier a split second later. The tip goes through, piercing the veil of his magic, and for a terrifying moment Scott thinks it's not gonna stop, but it simply stops, held in place as if caught in a web. 

Which is a relief, the amateur that tried to attack him - an Archmage, in the middle of his own Academy - failed to get their first shot in and this will give him the time to step back and call his most trusted in order to quickly and efficiently get rid of the problem at hand. He has other more pressing matters to attend to, he's not going to waste his time on this. 

As his Shield spell fades, it congeals like a shimmering second skin over his upper arm. Maybe calling the guards isn't that pressing, he's got this. 

Or maybe he doesn't, he thinks as he get a second, much more terrifying surprise - in the span of a couple of seconds, he really can get no breaks.

A figure materializes in the air in front of him, with a dark hood over their head that covers most of their features except for a huge - terrifying - grin and an intricate bow strapped to their back.

The figure appears with a puff of iridescent smoke, crouched in the air as if they'd been in the process of jumping before they decided to teleport, and- crashes into him, the force of the impact and the shock of it happening making him lose his balance and start falling back. 

There's a moment where Scott is confused: is this some sort of strange tactic? Did the stranger misjudge their trajectory? Are they going to wrestle on the ground as if they weren't both magic users? 

Then, a brief split second of panic - he didn't look what the stranger was holding, and he is currently falling on his back. He is going to get stabbed, at the very least, and that conviction is only made stronger as he feels the stranger's arms close in around him. 

But then, Scott has simply enough time to blink in shock, as the arms just wrap around his back, before his world is literally turned upside down.

One moment he is falling on his back, already anticipating the pain of a knife to the back - please no vital organs, spare him the need for an extremely expansive healer. The next the is wrapped in a hug and grunting in pain as his knees impact with the ground. 

"Ah, fuck that hurt- Scotty are you alright?" 

Scott refuses to believe this. He pushes against the chest under him - the arms give, letting him go - and finds himself face to face with a sight that is both very familiar and weirdly unusual. 

"You-" Scott says, tone an unconvincingly mix of menacing and angry as he jabs a finger into the not-so-stranger's chest -"Are lucky to be alive. I could have murdered you."

Hbomb's worried glance instantly brightens, despite Scott's best hopes, and he throws his head back to laugh. No matter how irritated he is at his friend, he can't help but huff out a laugh himself, and a moment later they're both chuckling together on the floor. By all the gods, it has been some time.

"You are a dumbass, H. You couldn't just use the door? You know, like a normal person?!" Scott asks, holding himself up on his left elbow because H has always been one to laugh with his whole body and Scott is still recovering from jamming his knees into the floor, he's not in the mood to be jostled around by an enthusiastic ranger. 

"Aw, Scotty, aren't you happy to see me?" The half-elf asks, putting a hand on his chest as he fails to pretend he's insulted. Scott flicks his nose. 

"Ah- that hurt!"

"I know, I meant it to hurt. Now, do you want to tell me what you're doing here? And what is that doing on your face?" Scott demands, serious at first until he realises that H has been growing out his beard well past what he considers to be a good length - H's pout is barely visible under all that scruff.

"Well, now, that is unnecessarily rude. I've been traveling for a while now, and I wasn't gonna risk injuring myself-" Scott grabs a wandering hand and brings it back on H's chest. 

"H." Hbomb has a tendency of gesticulating when his hands aren't being kept busy, and while he did figure that his friend had simply forgotten to shave, he has known him long enough to be able to recognise when H is going off on a tangent - which is perfectly fine - and when he's changing the subject because he doesn't want to answer. 

He knows he's right when H simply shuts up, eyes wide like those of a deer - quite fitting, considering where he enjoys spending most of his time. But instead of looking pensive, or starting to answer, H just … looks down. At where their hands are. 

Normally, he wouldn't think much of it. But H looks almost sheepish, and his eyes keep moving from his face to their hands, so Scott looks down. 

His brain screeches to a halt, and suddenly he stands up a little straighter, sitting on the floor next to H as he grabs his hand in his. 

Around his fingers wraps a perfect replica of a silver winged fae dragon, while in his palm- one of the most accurate representations of the different Planes. 

Scott turns his stare to his fiend, who looks more calm than Scott feels he has any right to, and when he speaks he sounds almost breathless. 

"What happened to you?"

The tale of how Shubble's patron reached out to him to grant him powers is exhilarating. Not in the "funny" sense, more in the "my friend who is usually not that fond of talking and interacting with people especially when he's not in a place he is familiar with, was transported to a different plane and spoke with a being of transcendent power". So maybe a bit in the "funny" sense. 

The only negative side of the whole affair is the fact that Shubble is currently not present. 

She actually teaches at the Academy, so H was right in his assumption that reaching this place would have helped him out, but he just barely missed her by a couple of weeks. She's recently left, called out on an urgent mission by her patron themselves, and a part of Scott's mind can't help but feel like it is an extremely weird coincidence: he respects power gained through pacts, but he fears deeply the machinations of otherworldly beings' minds and the power they hold over his friends. He'd much prefer dealing with forces controlled by his own self, so that when a spell backfires comically he only has himself to blame. 

But all things considered, he's glad to see H is still alive and seemingly doing better than ever. He looks fine, happy and more confident than the last time he saw him - the way he stands and moves more firm, more secure, filling his space in a way the Hbomb of some time ago wouldn't have. 

It's nice to see him like this. 

What isn't nice is the way his increased confidence leads him to suggest how good of an idea it would be for him to take part into the tournament. Which is a horrible idea. 

"Listen, I know I am banned from playing again-" H starts, arms spread open with a mischievous grin on his face. Scott has sudden flashbacks to all the times he'd seen that grin from the other side of the battlefield and shakes his head firmly before pointing a stern finger at his chest.

"You still have a year before you can." 

H huffs, shoulders falling, and he adopts the most fake-innocent expression Scott has ever seen. 

"But I'm just here to say hi!" Scott levels him with a blank stare, using all of his willpower and internal strength to avoid bursting out laughing. Because for all that his friend's expression is hilarious, this is really no laughing matter. He can't have him win again. 

"I said what I said." H's head hits the desk with a groan of protest. 

On the other side of the table, Scott pinches his own arm in order not to laugh. 

He fails.

H still manages to pout his way into getting a free room to stay in for a while - just like the old times, come on! - and seems to be alright with being left to his own devices for the rest of the morning. 

Knowing him, he'll take it as the perfect chance to snoop around, make new friends and bother the tournament's contestants. 

As Scott turns back to his schematics, the only thing he does is chuckle to himself. 

#sbi&co dnd au #sbi dnd au #hbomb94 #smajor1995 #tournament arc

[thetaakotwins]

Angus headcanons?

My friend talked about this with me and it was mostly her idea but- angus was a detective before joining the bureau right? So like he totally investigated some weird stuff.

Imagine he goes to investigate a weird death. It looks like a guy just fell out of the sky. There are no cliffs nor buildings in the area it’s as if someone cast a fly spell and just dropped him here. Angus can figure out what really killed him was a blast of scorching ray, but the mans eyes looked so at peace. There’s no way he could have been fighting. And his clothes? His clothes are so weird. He wears a red robe with blue jeans, mostly stained with blood but he can tell they were well kept. This is the first case angus can’t solve.

About half a year later he sees the same thing. This time the man has been stabbed in what looks like a mugging. He looks exactly the same except no red robe, angus would recognize those jeans anywhere. The same guy is dead? Again? Maybe he has a twin.

To Angus’ surprise this keeps happening. He sees body after body of the same man, all in different places, all at least two months apart. He even gets news of another while on a train to Neverwinter while he’s making some new friends.

Elsewhere there is a certain director of a certain organization keeping close tabs on her family. She writes,

Merle, Magnus, Taako: on a mission in Goldcliff.

Captain Davenport: fell asleep in my office a few hours ago, haven’t found the strength to move him yet.

Barry: tried to break into the bureau a few days ago. Current location unknown.

Lup: gone.

Reminders: make anti-lich wards around the base. Look for Barry. Tell Garfield to pay his damn rent. 

The chronicler sighs as she puts her head in her hands. A small tear runs down her face and she quickly wipes it away. It’s been a long hard time.

She can almost hear Lup’s voice talking to her and taunting her.

“Listen Luce, we all hit fuck it eventually.” Lup smiles and twists her curly hair in her hands.

“Fuck it?” Lucretia asks, a smile making its way across her lips.

“Yeah, fuck it” Lup gestures around, “it’s like when you’ve reached a low and it can’t get any worse, then something happens and you think- well I might as well let this happen.” She smirks at Lucretia. “That my dude, is fuck it.”

Another tear falls down her face as she remembers. Gods it’s been so long. Gods I miss them so much.

Lucretia’s pitty party is interrupted by the buzzing of her stone of farspeech.

“Uh, madam director?”

It’s Avi. Why the hell is he calling her?

“Yes Avi?”

“There’s a, well, I don’t exactly know how to explain this but, there’s a kid in one of the canons. He wants to talk to you.” Avi talks nervously like he thinks he’s going to get in trouble.

A what? A kid? Before responding Lucretia rummages around in her desk looking for her journal from a month ago. It’s at the bottom of the drawer but she pulls it out, sending all sorts of papers flying everywhere. Yes, yes, there was a kid, a young boy, glasses, curly hair just like hers, he was a detective. She scans her notes of what her friends said to her. Finally she finds his name, Angus.

Angus McDonald, the worlds greatest boy detective. Helped a great deal in recovering Captain Davenports relic. He owns a book that intercepts messages and transmissions, stopping them from reaching their rightful owner.  I have a grave suspicion that he is the one investigating Barry’s corpses.

Reminders: locate Barry. Find this boy. Make amends.

Hot diggity shit. Only 10 seconds have passed.

“Let me speak with him”

There’s a shuffling noise from the stone as it changes hands and a young boy speaks.

“Hello madam director, my name is Angus McDonald. I stowed away on one of your organizations floating orbs, and I did this because I wanted to speak with you. Does your organization house a lot of magic users trained in the arcane art of necromancy? If so could I speak to them please?” he sounds far too happy to be speaking about death wizards.

Lucreata ignores the question and instead asks, “how did you find the Bureau of Balance, Angus?” All he hears is static.

“Ma’am if you’d let me come in and have a chat I’m sure we could go over everything.” Lucretia can almost hear him smiling through the stone.

She looks down at her journal, specifically at her notes about her family. She’s written gone next to Lup for so so many years. Too many years. The kid is a detective right?

Lucretia hits fuck it.

“I think that would be quite nice Angus” and the last thing she hears before the stone is shut off is the sound of a door opening. Cheers to new beginnings.

#yo i can’t write but heres this #listen it became about lucretia but i couldnt help myself #basically angus said fuck the rules and joined the b.o.b #taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #lup #the adventure zone balance #lucretia #taz lup #taz lucretia #angus mcdonald #taz angus #taz headcanon #taz avi #taz barry #barry bluejeans #long post

[sohin-ace]

Ceasar - Different Joestar

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3. This is an old work, the writing has improved ever since.

Enjoy~

Life sure was hustly as a Joestar.

You were Joseph's sister. You both were raised by your grandmother Erina Pendleton Joestar. Joseph and you got along very well, even with your differing personalities.

You both loved to joke around and play, but you were much calmer, more careful, and thoughtful than the guy. On the other hand, he was more spontaneous, cunning and bolder than you.

You two were hamon users and this ability brought trouble to you as you got implied with the vampire Straizo and the Pillar man Santana. Things were about to go even further down, but you didn't know that.

You siblings were sent to Italy to meet the Zeppeli descendant, Ceasar.

At first Joseph wanted you to stay back in the U.S as he obviously didn't want to put you in even more danger, but eventually Speedwagon convinced him to let you accompagny them. After all, you could fend for yourself and Joseph definitely needed some of his sister's brain as his own often betrayed him.

You were currently walking the sunny streets of Italy, arms linked with the good old Speedwagon.

Speedwagon was a nice gentleman who treated you and Joseph like his own children. Even if Joseph could be blunt and rowdy sometimes, you showed love to the man for both you and your brother. And Speedwagon noticed that. You felt nothing but sheer gratitude and respect towards the old man.

You helped him walk to the plaza and decided to bring him to a bench to rest.

"Please sit down Mr. Speedwagon. I'll search for Ceasar, just tell me what he looks like."

"You are too nice, Y/N, I wish Joseph was a bit more like you." He sat down and you took his cane and put it aside. "But it's okay, your brother should be here any moment now."

Unbeknownst to you, said blonde man was looking at you both from the fountain that happened to be just next to the bench where you two were. He watched you as you cared for the old gentleman that he instantly recognized.

He couldn't help but think how beautiful you were, shaken by how exotic your hair and eyes looked, how smooth your features were, and how graceful your curves appeared.

His expression softened when he saw you take a water bottle out of your purse, opened it and gave it to Speedwagon. How considerate, it was indeed a warm day and the Italian sun was strong in the afternoon.

At the moment, Ceasar couldn't look at any other woman than you. It was like you put him under a spell, this never happened to him before. Something about you charmed him. It was not just your looks, it was something else. He was intrigued and had to figure it out.

You completely made him forget about that one woman he was currently courting.

"Ceasar? What's the matter?" the girl asked, almost hurt that his attention was stolen from her.

The blond nicely told her a cliché romantic line to make her go back to her love-struck state and she completely fell for it as she squealed, hearts in her eyes.

Not shaking you from his thoughts, he decided that he would check up on you, but when he glanced your way, you were already gone. Leaving Speedwagon who was soon talking to a tall brown haired male.

Said male then went up to sit at the fountain, and Ceasar resumed on his flirting session, guessing that man was the so called 'Joestar' Speedwagon told him about.

In circumstances, Joseph and Ceasar met, and were not very happy about one another. Turns out they fought while you were at the opposite side of the plaza, looking for the Italian man.

That night, your brother ranted about his encounter and you listened to him, amused. You couldn't help but be eager to meet that Zeppeli guy and see him for yourself.

The next day, you came to the same plaza, next to the fountain again, hoping to meet with Ceasar. Even if you didn't see him there today, you knew you'd have to meet him eventually since your were bound to train with him and Joseph and come out with a Hamon technique.

You paced close to the fountain, your fingers fumbling with your bottom lip, a habit you had when deep in thought. The green eyed Italian was sat at the fountain again that day and saw you pacing.

He recognized you as the gorgeous girl who cared for Speedwagon and his heart beat quickened. Finally he saw you again, and so soon, too!

On the other hand, you were thinking on how you would recognize the man or make him recognize you, as you still didn't know what he looked like.

"Should I make a Hamon move and see who reacts? No... Any normal person would react to Hamon...But it wouldn't hurt to try..." You muttered to yourself.

"Oh signorina!" You turned to the direction of the voice and approached it's blonde good-looking owner.

"You called me, sir?" you asked politely.

Your voice was just how he expected. Sweet and pleasant. He crushed on you harder by the second.

"Excuse my manners, bella, but you are so beautiful, I had to propose to take a picture of you in front of the fountain. Your shining eyes would put the reflecting water and sun to shame." Your face lit up for a moment, but not for the reasons Ceasar hoped.

"Oh, a picture in front of the fountain! Wonderful idea, I have to take one with my brother and my tutor!" you exclaimed, completely ignoring his compliments.

The blonde's face morphed into a surprised expression. No reaction? Oh you must be one of those dense women, how cute.

He then seized your hand in his huge one and kissed the back of it. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Ceasar Zeppeli. It's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?"

"Ceasar? Oh it's you! I was just looking for you!You can call me Y/N." You smiled brightly at him, taking a hold of his hand with you free one.

He flinched and blushed at the contact. Your hands were so soft and delicate. The way you held him like he was glass, your angelic eye smile, your sweet perfume dancing around him, everything about you sent him reeling.

Just who were you? To make THE ladykiller Ceasar Zeppeli, feel this way?

"Y-you uh... You were looking for me? Have we met?" he stuttered, which was very out of character for him, but he was just so overwhelmed and flustered.

You released the man and sat down next to him before answering. "We haven't. It's about developping my Hamon technique, We- Mr. Speedwagon and I thought you could help."

He looked at you in curiosity, but thought that it made sense that you were so close to Speedwagon if you were a Hamon user. He smiled handsomely at you, regaining his composure.

"You would like me to tutor you? How can I refuse giving special lessons to a beautiful dove like you?" You giggled slightly at his words. He was indeed a flirt, as Joseph had told you.

"Oh, would you give special lessons to beautiful doves like Jojo too?" he clicked his tongue and glared away and you laughed at his reaction.

"Ppfft, you know that man? Isn't he just the worst? No way am I helping him. I am never associating with a Joestar ever!" You flinched. You opened your mouth to speak but he continued.

"From what I can see, the Joestar bloodline is filled with weaklings and cowards. I can't believe Speedwagon is making me do this." He spoke of your family with such hatred you didn't even know where to start.

You decided to not say anything for now, as it would just be weird to tell him you were a part of that family as well.

"I... I see..." You looked away, feeling extremely awkward. Not bearing the tense atmosphere, you decided it was probably time for you to leave.

"Well then... I think I'll go now. Thank you, Ceasar." You stood up but he quickly grabbed your hand, stopping you.

"Wait bella! Already? Did I perhaps scare you?" He asked with concern.

"O-oh no, it's okay, I just... I'll leave you be..."

"I'm sorry, I got carried away. This man just frustates me so much." He paused and grabbed both your hands in his, rubbing them soothingly.

"Ah..." You yet again, glanced awkwardly around, not daring meeting his gaze, which he mistook as shyness and found your mimicks adorable.

"How ungentlemanly of me, to speak so recklessly on our first meeting." you told him that it was fine and he released you. His face suddenly lit up.

"Hey! Let's plan some time to meet again? I'll make it up to you." You looked down at him, tilting your head cutely and smirking to yourself.

You shook your head. "That won't be necessary, Ceasar. We'll definitely meet again soon. Believe me." you tapped on his shoulder, sending a tingly Hamon shockwave down his spine, and swiftly turned around and left.

He swore he could feel his heart melt like warm chocolate in his chest. His breathing was shallow and his face warmed up.

How could you have so much effect on him? How could you act so cute while being so sexy and charming?

That day when he came back, he was met with the obnoxious face of his partner, Joseph.

"Yo! You should see your face. What's wrong playboy? Broke up?"

"Shut up Joestar." He plopped down on the couch next to the brunet. "I met this super hot girl I've had my eyes on, and turns out she's a Hamon user that'll train with us."

Joseph's eyes widened and he leaned forward slightly in curiosity. A girl, that uses hamon, that will be training with them?

"Huh... Do you have her name by any chance?" Joseph asked, a bit unsure.

There was only two possibilites and one of them was already making his blood boil. Either she was a stranger and it was a big coincidence. Or...

"Pfft!" Ceasar scoffed. "Give up if you think you have a chance with her. She's mine." The blonde smirked cockily. "But if you really want to know, her name is Y/N."

Oh shit.

Joseph almost couldn't believe his ears.

"What ??!!" He tensed up, veins appearing on his arms and forehead, he was already fuming.

"Yeah I know, exotic name, fitting for such a fine lady. You should see her, she just knows how to make a man weak-"

"THAT'S MY FUCKING SISTER YOU ASSHOLE!!!" Joseph yanked Ceasar by the collar, violently standing him up. The blonde's expression fell apart.

"She's your... What ???" He grabbed onto Joseph's arm, sweating bullets.

You were Joseph Joestar's sister? That was a piece of detail that you didn't share. How come you never told him your last name? And after he trashed on your family to your face.

He fucked up, and he knew it.

"Uh... I can explain..."

"CEASAR YOU'RE A FUCKING DEAD MAN!!!" Joseph brought his fist up, ready to beat the shit out of his partner.

"What's going on here?" Speedwagon came in just in time before Ceasar's murder could happen, you following close behind him.

The old man was planning to finally introduce you officially to the Italian man, but that was already a failure. The two quarelling men looked at you both and their eyes widened. You instantly ran to your brother to stop him.

"Wait Jojo! What's happening? Are you okay?" Joseph clicked his tongue and harshly threw Ceasar on the couch. He then protectively wrapped his arm around you.

"Don't you fucking dare touch my sister if you care for your nutsacks." He spat, then looked at you. "Y/N, if he does anything to you, tell me got it ?? Don't let him do anything to you!"

"Jojo that's enough! Y/N, do something about your brother, Please!" Speedwagon was overwhelmed by the situation. He should have expected something like this would happen.

You dragged your brother out of the room as he was still trashing under his breath. You discreetly glanced behind you, mouthing an 'I'm sorry!' to Ceasar and winked at him sweetly.

He chuckled a little bit as he watched you go. He felt stupid, but couldn't help falling in love with you.

He changed his mind, you really were a different Joestar.

I pictured old speedwagon like I picture my own grandfather. I wish he lived to me being grown, I would have taken extra care of him, just like Y/N. I'll never forget his blue eyes and I miss him everyday.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba #battle tendency #ceasar #ceasar zeppeli #reader insert #x reader #writing #jojo no kimyou na bouken #part 2 #part 2 jojo #ceasar x reader #ceasar zeppeli x reader #joestar reader

[eryiss]

Request: The Training Retreat

Summary: With the Grand Magic Games fast approaching, Freed suggested that he, Laxus, Lucy and Natsu train together for a week. In the isolation of a forest, the two couples get closer and unlikely friendships are made as their magic improves. [Fraxus and Nalu Oneshot]

This was based of a request by tumblr user @allnalufraxus, who asked for something with both Fraxus and Nalu. This took a lot longer than it should have, but I'm quite happy with the result. This is also the first time I've properly written Lucy and Natsu, so please forgive any OOC behaviour.

You can read this on FanFiction, Archive of our Own, or under the cut. Hope you enjoy it ^.^

The Training Retreat

If you were to ask Laxus what he expected his week to entail, it wouldn't be this.

He found himself standing at the kitchen of an old cabin in the middle of a forest, chopping carrots beside Lucy Heartfilia of all people. The two weren't exactly the most friendly of members in Fairy Tail with one another and their interactions had mainly been born more of politeness and obligation rather than out of actual fondness to each other. And yet there they were, cooking side by side in relative comfort.

They both looked out at the large window, to a small clearing in the forest. Bost Freed and Natsu were outside, engaged in a fight that seemed heated and vicious. The view was slightly distorted by Freed's runes, but it was clear that they were both giving it their all.

Laxus felt a small swell of pride run through him.

The entire thing had been Freed's idea. The Grand Magic Games were coming up fast, and there had been a rumour that all four of them would be participating. Training was an obvious necessity, and Freed had been the one to propose that the four of them have a short retreat where they would train intensively with one another. He had justified it by saying that being less familiar with each other's fighting style would help them deal with unforeseen foes, as well as bringing them closer which would help them if they were placed on a team together.

Freed had approached Natsu before he had Laxus, and the Fire mage had jumped at the chance. Almost everything had been organised before either Laxus or Lucy knew about it, no doubt so that neither could stop their plans with any objections they may have.

"I had no idea you could cook," Lucy commented as she took a pot of boiling water off the heat.

"Most people don't," Laxus shrugged. "I learned when I was travelling, needed something to do and eating out wasn't an option since I had no money. Got a cook book, started to do some recipes and found out I liked it."

"Well that cottage pie thing you made last night was amazing," Lucy grinned, carefully pouring the chopped vegetables into the pot. "D'you cook often?"

"When I can, I try to," Laxus placed the knife down, stepping back to allow Lucy access to a cutlery draw. "Freed's a pretty good chef as well, so we always eat well. He does most of it on the missions since he knows how to work with an open fire better than I do, so whenever we're at home I'm usually the one making food."

Lucy chuckled, and Laxus quirked an eyebrow at her un confusion.

"Sorry," She smiled. "It's just weird, you know, to think of you two being so domestic. I kinda think of you as actions heroes, funny to think of you scheduling meals."

"Well, if you wanna know a secret, we also do laundry," Laxus said with a small grin, and Lucy laughed. "We sometimes even polish our silverware."

Over the few days that they had been in the cabin, Lucy and Laxus had gravitated towards each other in a small way. There was something of a friendship forming between them, and Laxus found himself happy about it. He was still not comfortable with his new place in the guild – years of antisocial behaviour had left an impact on him – but had found he enjoyed having platonic relationships with people outside of the Raijinshuu.

"And you're one to talk," Laxus continued. "You dating Dragneel. There was a theory going around when he was younger that the only feelings he had were being hungry and being angry."

Again, Lucy laughed. "He's not that bad."

As if to disprove her point, Natsu screamed 'I'll kick your ass' as he charged at Freed with a raised fist.

"That's not helping my point," Lucy said after a moment, and Laxus smirked. "But he's actually a lot more emotionally intelligent than people give him credit for. He can actually be really sweet when he wants to be."

Laxus didn't doubt it, Natsu was definitely an emotional person, so it made sense. Still, it wasn't an easy task to envision the brat being romantic.

"Give me an example," Laxus challenged, slowly adding the chopped mutton to the pot of vegetable.

"Well, okay, a couple of weeks ago!" Lucy said, smiling. "I got home from a pretty bad mission with Erza late in the night, and I was exhausted and starving, and he was in my apartment waiting for me having cooked us both a curry and some rice. Then he ran a bath for me once I'd eaten and let me read to him until we fell asleep. It was a nice night, actually."

It did indeed sound like a nice night, and undoubtedly more thoughtful than Laxus would have expected from the other Dragon Slayer. But still, in some twisted way, he saw the younger man as something of a younger brother. And what is a pseudo-older brother for if not for teasing.

"How did he get into your apartment?" He smirked. "And if it's anything other than breaking in, I'll give you two thousand jewels right now."

Lucy was silent for a moment.

"I said he was more thoughtful than people give him credit for. I didn't say he was a completely different man."

Laxus laughed, placing the stew he was making back onto the heat. He reached up to the crockery cupboard and started to set the table. Lucy had pulled out the remainder of the cutlery and began placing it down beside the plates. It was a small thing, but Laxus was thankful. Even in such an inconsequential action, they were working well as a team. It was a lot better than what Laxus had expected when Freed informed him about their retreat.

Both of them quickly looked from the table and towards the open when a sudden rush of orange spurted up. It was clearly Natsu's fire, and Lucy frowned as she watched as the flames in the area cordoned off by Freed's runes died down.

"I thought they weren't using their magic?" She questioned, watching as Natsu's charged forward with his fists alight. Laxus walked beside Lucy to watch.

As he did, runes plastered themselves over Natsu and he fell to his knees. "It was. They're just fucking idiots, apparently."

The two mages watched their respective lovers through the windows for a little while longer. Natsu managed either to overcome Freed's runes, or just ignore them, and charged at Freed again. Freed used some quick walls of runes to protect himself from the attacks, before slamming the sole of his boot into Natsu's stomach. He piled another rune onto the man's chest, and the dragon slayer was shouting in pain again.

"Freed can be pretty vicious when he wants to be," Lucy commented. "More scrappy than I thought"

"Suppose you've only seen him when he's had time to plan out a fight, huh," Laxus frowned a little. "When he's on a mission and there's impromptu fights, he's always like this. He's just as good without his magic as he is with it."

Lucy looked up to the blonde with a teasing grin. "It's cute how proud you are of him."

Laxus didn't say anything, but his cheeks reddened. "Fuck off."

Lucy laughed again, leaning on the counter to better watch the fight happening between the two men. It was oddly mesmerising to watch; despite his desires to fight almost every member of the guild, Natsu rarely managed to actually have full on fights. Well, he did, but those fights were often in apocalyptic moments, and appreciating his fighting style wasn't an option when that was happening. It was fun to see him go all out on a foe who wasn't an actual danger, and Lucy was going to make the most of it.

Even visually, the fight was beautiful. The combination of Natsu's flickering flames and Freed's shimmering runes was oddly entrancing. Almost hypnotic. But, as they watched the two men get more and more heated, Lucy noticed something.

"Why doesn't Freed use his sword like a… sword?" She asked, frowning.

"He tries not to when he can avoid it," Laxus explained. "It's mainly used to channelling his runes, it makes his casting quicker and spells more detailed. Don't exactly know how, but he seems sure it helps. And if he can fight with his fists, he'd rather do that. Stabbing someone is pretty…"

"Permanent?" Lucy offered, and Laxus nodded.

"He used to use it more liberally but changed after the harvest festival. Something of an atonement I think," Laxus shrugged. "Speaking off, I haven't thanked you for using that spirit to grow out his hair. It was good of ya, after all we did."

"That's no problem," Lucy smiled, almost mischievously. "You like guys with long hair huh?"

Was she teasing him? That wasn't something he had expected to happen. But he could deal with that too.

"Yeah," He agreed. "Gives he something to hold onto when I fuck him."

Lucy's reaction was fucking hilarious. There was a moment of disbelief where she slowly turned towards him, an expression of shock, small amount of horror and a hint of respect on her face. Laxus cocked an eyebrow at her, silently challenging her to bite back, because he had more than enough ammunition to tease her right back. She decided not to say anything.

"It was a nice attempt, but there's something you don't know," Laxus continued, smiling. "I've been a dick longer than you've been breathing."

"No arguing there," Lucy replied, seemingly having recovered. Laxus let her have it. "Should we stop them?"

At Lucy's question, they both looked out of the window. Natsu no longer had any runes on him and had punched Freed with enough force to send him flying into the back of his own runic walls. The resounding thud of Freed hitting his magic, a clearly painful act, made Lucy wince, but Laxus didn't seem bothered by it.

"They can handle themselves," He went back to dressing the table. "You wanna put some salt in the stew?"

Lucy watched as Freed stood up, wearing a determined grin not unlike Natsu's. "Sure."

~~~

When Natsu awoke the next morning, his limbs were tangled up with Lucy's. The cabin had only king-sized beds, but the lovers had somehow managed to curl up against one another in the centre, with their covers thrown to the floor. This always happened when they shared a bed; Natsu was warm naturally and apparently hugging him was like hugging a heater, so Lucy had stated. It apparently made summer unbearable.

The dragon slayer carefully removed himself from his girlfriend, holding a snort when Lucy let out an undignified snore. That was something he would have to bring up later; hopefully in front of Freed and Laxus, just to make it more embarrassing.

He grinned at the thought and left the bed.

After going through his usual routine of stretching, cracking his back and lighting his hands for a quick second, Natsu threw on his clothes from the day prior and left the bedroom. The hallway of the cabin was still dark – which made sense as it must have been about six in the morning – but he managed to make his way to the kitchen without bumping into anything.

He got himself a glass of water and leant on the back of the counter. He had always woken up early, there was probably a reason for it but Natsu didn't care enough to figure it out. He liked the mornings, it was relaxing. People assumed he didn't like the quiet, but he did. Just in moderation.

As he drank the water, he frowned. Every few seconds there was a sound of something being hit. A dull, repetitive sound.

Alarmed, he turned to the window and readied his magic, but calmed when he saw the source of the sounds. It was Freed, standing outside of the cabin with a large axe in his hand, which he slammed down into a chunk of wood. The dragon slayer frowned a little, he hadnt expected anyone else to be awake this early in the morning, let alone doing something so physical. He placed the empty glass on the counter and walked to the kitchen door, not caring for his coat.

"Morning Freed," He greeted, voice chipper but still tainted by sleep. Freed snapped his head around and replied with a polite smile.

"Natsu," He greeted. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"Nah," Natsu assured him, walking to Freed as he raised the axe again. He placed his hands behind his neck, watching as another log was cut. "I always wake up this time, didn't expect to see anyone else. You normally cut wood this early?"

"No. After our fight yesterday I crashed early," Freed confessed, moving the cut logs into a basket. It was half full. "As such, I woke up early and thought that I might as well do something productive. Laxus said that it seemed as though storms would be hitting us soon, so we'll probably want fire wood, so this made sense."

Natsu nodded, sitting on the grass and looking up at the sky. Clouds were forming, so it probably would start raining pretty soon, so getting firewood was a good idea. Not that Natsu was worried about being cold.

"Y'know, I sometimes forget, but you're a badass," Natsu commented with a grin, and Freed glanced towards him. "I guess I always forget because when I wanna fight someone in your team, I default to Laxus, but you're really fucking strong. Haven't had an actual stalemate for a while."

"I'm glad I could be a challenge to you," Freed smiled, bringing the axe down on the wood again. "And I agree, it was nice to spar with someone I'm not familiar with."

"We should do it again some time," Natsu suggested, grinning. "Then I can learn how to kick your ass faster."

"You're implying that you won," Freed looked back at him, posture almost challenging. "The only reason you lasted so long was because I showed mercy. I could have crushed you by increasing the influence of gravity with a literal click of my fingers."

"And I could have burned off your nuts, try fighting after that," Natsu grinned, unaffected by the threat.

"Well, if that's the case we should fight again some time, but with less restrictions than we had before," Freed offered. "Make it a real challenge."

Natsu grinned wide and made a note to remember the offer; he was never going to turn down an opportunity to spar with someone when he didn't need to wear down their will. Honestly, he shouldn't have to bother people that much to train with them. They were in a damn guild; they should want to improve how they fought and increase their magical skills. How was Natsu the only one who saw it like that?

The dragon-slayer leant back on the cold grass, looking up to the still visible stars. He knew some of the constellations now, thanks to Lucy teaching them to him. It was nice to look up at the stars while he could, it made him feel close to his girlfriend, weirdly.

With Lucy in his mind, Natsu clicked his fingers.

"Hey Freed, you like to read right?" He asked, and he heard Freed's movement stop.

"I do," Freed nodded. "Why?"

"Well, I don't know if you know this or not, but Lucy really likes to write. And she's been writing this novel for like, years and she's finished the draft. And she wanted me to read it, so I did and it's really good, and I told her that but she's still putting off sending it to a publisher," Natsu explained, hands moving around as he did.

"That's understandable, it can be a nerve-wracking experience."

"Yeah, I get that, but it is really good. So I was thinking that maybe you could read it," Natsu sat up again, grinning enthusiastically at his idea. "Then you'd see how great it is and you could tell her. She knows you've got good taste and you won't just say it because you have to. Maybe it'll give her a confidence boost."

"I'll certainly offer when we get back to Magnolia," Freed assured him, and Natsu brightened further.

The dragon slayer grinned and leant back against the grass again, letting the wind slowly cool him as the sun started to rise. After all the fighting of the day prior, it was nice to have a moment to calm down and look at the sky. And Freed was a pretty calming presence, when he wasn't making everyone fight each other through the town. Maybe they could be friends; someone who could calm him and nearly beat the shit out of him was something Natsu was always looking for.

Although, despite knowing each other for years, he didn't know much about Freed as an actual person. In the past, he had been standoffish to the point where even Natsu had given up trying to be friends with him. But now he was more open, and this was a good enough time to try and get to know him.

"How did you and Laxus get together?" He asked. Better to dive right in. If Freed didn't want to say, he wouldn't.

"We just sort of… did," Freed replied, looking deep in thought. "We have always been close, and after Laxus returned from his exile, we got closer. One night we kissed, we talked, and the next day we had our first date. And now we're here. How about you and Lucy?"

"I realised I liked her, then I asked her out and she said yes," Natsu shrugged. "Why make it complicated."

"That's an admirable attitude to have," Freed smiled a little. "It turns out Laxus and I had feelings for each other long before we kissed, so perhaps if either of us had that attitude then we would have gotten together quicker."

"Maybe, but I sometimes think I rush into things, y'know," Natsu shrugged. "I charge in, don't think things through. Wanna change that, be a better boyfriend."

"Well, your 'charge in and to hell with the consequences' attitude has saved a lot of people a lot of times," Freed said, placing the axe down and sitting on the log he had been chopping wood on. "And I wouldn't worry about your relationship. You're very open about who you are as a person, and Lucy is a smart woman. She would have known what she was getting into, and I expect she rather likes it."

Natsu tilted his head in thought but smiled. "Thanks Freed. Oh, and Laxus just woke up."

"You can tell?" Freed asked, placing the chopped firewood into the basket.

"Well, heard a thud and then a load of cussing. So either he stubbed his toe and it hurt, or he just moves around in bed and tells side-dressers to fuck off in his sleep," Natsu grinned, jumping up with too much energy for the time of day that it was.

"I wouldn't put it past him," Freed laughed. "But if he is awake, I expect he'll still be tired enough that we can convince him to make us breakfast without him putting up a fuss."

"You're devious, Justine. I like it," Natsu laughed, putting his hands behind his neck again as he walked to the cabin.

"I'm glad," Freed smirked. "Because you'll see just how devious I can be when I pound your ass into the ground next time we fight."

Natsu grinned. "Looking forward to it!"

~~~

"We should do this again some time," Lucy smiled.

The four mages were standing outside of Magnolia train station, having just returned from their training retreat. Natsu was leaning across her shoulders, partly to be closer to her and partly because the motion-sickness still was leaving him queasy. Laxus also seemed affected by the journey, though to a lesser extent. He was refusing to maintain eye contact with anyone and kept wincing when he moved his head too fast.

"We should," Freed smiled, raising his bandaged broken arm. "Though hopefully with better results."

"Sorry about him," Lucy laughed. "He goes all out."

"I knew what I was getting myself into," Freed laughed, smiling good naturedly. "And I like to think I gave as good as I got, even if all his bones remain intact."

"You did," Natsu groaned, looking up to reveal the bruise on his jaw. "You've got a good right hook, anyone ever told you that."

"It has come up, hasn't it Laxus?" Freed smirked, looking to his boyfriend with a glint in his eye.

"Once or twice," Laxus muttered, having been on the receiving end of Freed's punches whenever they sparred together. "But yeah, this was good. Nice to spar with someone I'm not used to. Especially you, Blondie. That whips a pain in the ass, you could beat half the assholes we'll be fighting without your spirits."

"Thanks. I doubt they'd want that, but that's a good compliment coming from you," Lucy smiled, before looking to Freed. "I can bring the manuscript over to the guild tomorrow, if you still want to read it."

"I'd love to," Freed nodded. "From what I've heard, its rather good."

"He's biased," Lucy laughed off the compliment, but Natsu frowned.

"Doesn't mean I'm not right," Natsu shouted, but covered his mouth a moment later as vomit threatened to leave him. He continued to speak through his hands, which muffled his words. "You'll see. It's great."

"Well, you can make up your own mind," Lucy said, pushing Natsu away. "We should get home before he pukes. I don't think Aquarius will appreciate being summoned to clean it off the sidewalk. Again."

"Of course," Freed nodded a little. "I look forward to reading your manuscript, and to doing something like this again if we ever get the time."

"Me too," Lucy smiled. "See you both soon."

"We shall," Freed agreed, and Laxus made a small noise in place of a goodbye.

The two men watched as the younger couple began to walk towards Lucy's apartment, Natsu swaying slightly as he tried to walk without Lucy's assistance. Freed didn't say anything, knowing Laxus was just as bad as the other dragon-slayer was – albeit hiding it better – and would need some time to recover.

After a few moments, they began to walk to their shared house in silence. It was a nice moment, the two of them appreciated silence between each other, and Freed allowed a small smile to grace his features. It had been a nice week, actually.

"So," Laxus said after a while. "You and Natsu have some weird rivalry going now. Didn't expect that to happen."

"Me neither, but he is good to train with," Freed laughed.

"Say that again when he's beating down your door in the middle of the night because he wants to fight," Laxus chuckled, and Freed smiled.

"I'll set up runes to stop me from hearing it," Freed grinned. "And as you find it so funny, I'll make sure the runes don't affect you. Just so you have something to laugh at when you wake up."

Laxus chuckled, wrapping an arm around Freed's shoulders.

"And speaking of things that I didn't expect to happen, you and Lucy have something of a friendship forming," Freed continued, and Laxus shrugged. "It's nice you're starting to make friends with other kids your age."

"Fuck off," Laxus laughed, nudging Freed with a grin.

"And such language. Maybe she's a bad influence," Freed smirked.

"You know that sounding like my grandfather ain't exactly a turn on," Laxus deadpanned.

Freed didn't reply, instead laughed and leaned further into his boyfriend. Laxus grinned, tightened his grip on Freed, and continued to walk with a smile on his face. This had been a good week.

#fraxus #nalu #freed justine #Laxus Dreyar #natsu dragneel #lucy heartifilla #fairy tail #request #fanfic #writing

[crystalelemental]

Okay.  Deep breaths.  Serious banner talk time.

I’m so mad at myself.  How did I not predict Quan and Eldigan?  That should’ve been the most obvious thing in the world.  Of course they’re his groomsmen.  Like, of course.  How did I not guess that and guessed family instead?

Anyway, Lachesis.  Sweet, wonderful Lachesis, with proper art, in all her glory.  And she’s the demote.  A green dagger flier.  I love her so.  Honestly, I initially thought she was a 5* locked unit.  Air Orders seemed really obvious for being 5* locked.  But apparently Air Orders gets to be on a common.  Before Guidance.  That’s a choice.  Cantrip skills also immediately got demoted, so like...RIP Dorothea.  Courtly Mast+ seems solid.  If she’s got over 50% HP, gets +5 attack and res during combat, and reduces damage from foe’s first attack by 50% if they can follow-up.  That is AMAZINGLY good.  It only works if they can follow-up, so being faster than her or have guaranteed doubles, but still.  I really like it.  It probably won’t be a huge deal for her, though.  I imagine other dagger users will have great utility for it.

Ethlyn is also gorgeous, it’s amazing.  Courtly Fan+ is...yeah.  Attack/Speed +5 on initiation, and neutralizes skills that prevent follow-ups.  That’s going to be one hell of an option.  Windsweep is...interesting.  I get that it’s basically “I will double you and you can’t do shit to retaliate, but you know.  It bugs me that they’re able to do things like this.  Joint Drive Speed is of course also beautiful.  But hey.  What the fuck is with the AR-D skills?  I thought we killed those.  This is really the best you can do?

Quan...okay, his art looks a little weird.  Courtly Bow+ is the same as Lachesis’ weapon, but with attack and defense instead of attack and res.  Joint Hone Defense plays into that well, and Flier Formation is...well, a choice.  But hey.  What the fuck is Attack/Defense Bond 4 supposed to be?  We have Unity skills as of like...two weeks ago.  Step up your game, loser.  You’re the unfortunate 5* locked due to fodder option, and your fodder isn’t even that good.  Quan.  Quan, come on.  You’re better than this.

And then there’s the Duo, Sigurd and Deirdre.  Let me start with this.  Get absolutely fucked.  I’ve never been so happy to not really like Sigurd or Deirdre, because it means my soul won’t hurt.  Gilt Goblet is nice.  A 17 might weapon with Attack/Res +6 if foe is at full HP or initiates, and cuts magic damage and AoE attacks from them by 50%.  You’re gonna need that if you’re going against Ophelia, given color disadvantage.  Attack/Res Bond 4 is super unfortunate.  Lull Attack/Res is fantastic.  Joint Hone Res is a choice.  I think that’s the last Joint Hone actually?  So that’s nice.

Here’s where life sucks for the Duo.  Their Duo effect is trash.  It refreshes every turn, but all it does is act as a reposition for up to two units, just switching them to the opposite side.  It only works if they’re already adjacent, so like...okay.  But the stats.  38HP, 55 attack, 18 speed, 16 defense, and (presumably) 37 res.  If you haven’t noticed the problem, allow me to spell it out.  They’re slow as fuck, can’t take a physical hit, get absolutely no support from Duo effect, weapon effect, or toolkit to offset this, and are severely lacking in raw damage potential for one-shots.  They are a purely dance support focused unit, at a 185BST.  They didn’t get a unique dance, so apparently their only unique status is being the first cav dancer (called it).  While cav dancer is at least mildly scary, the fact is cavs fell off the meta ages ago, and three movement dance isn’t scarier than L!Azura’s bullshit of turning whatever she danced into a three-movement nuke.  The severe drop-off in SP scoring means they won’t even top the Arena charts.  More than likely, they’ll be used for AR, specifically in cav lines, but even there I can’t imagine they bring all that much to the table aside from “is cav.”  The fact that many supertanks in AR are ranged means they can check the mages like Brunnya, but are absolutely demolished by archers like Norne, who pack Spendthrift Bow to delete their one saving grace, and hit them right where it hurts.  I recognize dance support is a fantastic thing, but I honest to god feel like their toolkit is astonishingly limited.

Once again, I feel like maybe the devs have it out for Genealogy.  Seriously, as far as banners go, this is very limited powercreep compared to previous fare around this time.  Hoshidan Summer gave us Dancer Micaiah, who was an absolute nuke of a unit with dual effectiveness, and inheritable weapons with Hardy Bearing built in, alongside some kind of effectiveness against specific threats.  Last year, the dancer banner came with the advent of Gen 4 powercreep, and gave us the powerhouses of Ishtar and Reinhardt, as well as the supremely physically bulky Berkut.  This year feels...tame by comparison.

And yet.  I love it.  I kinda wish more banners were like this.  I don’t like obvious and intense powercreep.  The only thing I would change is giving Quan a better A-skill, since Bond 4 is now irrelevant, and that the Duo were less...like that.  I really don’t think “Cav Dancer” is enough to distinguish them.  But I guess we’ll see.  Maybe being a magic check is a thing after all, who knows.  Probably not with that speed, anyway.

Oh yeah, and Eldigan is the free unit.  I hate Eldigan, so that sucks, but at least my grails are safe.  Also he’s a lance flier, so get fucked buddy.

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[chemicalmagecraft]

The Gamer Hero, Deku Chapter 17

A/N: I know I said that I probably wouldn't post for a while because finals, but then I had a flash of inspiration and my poor time management instincts took over. But seriously, now that I'm done clearing my WIPs so they don't distract me later, it'll probably be a week or so until I start working on my fanfics again. Need to do a bunch of essays, then I'm giving myself a bit of time to be lazy once break starts up. So for once, I'd like to ask you guys to not give me suggestions for a bit...

The first part of this chapter is something that I figured should happen eventually. How would magic change an already superhuman society?

Have a Little Feith: Thanks for the suggestion! I certainly don't mind using legendaries, however I already have plans for that particular one. My idea for Momo was more along the lines of manufacture.

Xekless: With the exception of elementals, humans (and some animals) are the only inherently magical beings that exist as of this point in the story. Let's just say there's a reason nobody knew of magic before Midoriya...

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In the weeks leading up to the sports festival, we saw a surprising amount of magical advancements in the world. Supernatural healing, which was once considered rare and often involved some sort of caveat that meant it couldn't be used freely, turned into a matter of training, skill, and mana, even if it was weaker. I actually did some volunteer work helping some local hospitals out with the spells, as well as the regular medical help I needed to do for Shuzenji-sensei's healing course.

While only lightning mana could be directly converted into electricity, special generators were built to use other kinds of mana as fuel, meaning more people could work at power plants and more clean energy. There was probably also research being done to use mana as it was. More water-users meant improved water services. Construction businesses flourished with earth mages. Apparently Uraraka's parents in particular gained some profit because she was able to use her elementals to get her parents a few interesting spells in their elements. She and Aizawa were really happy about that, actually.

Conservation only benefited from a new wave of bio-elementalists and other kinds of magic-users. In fact, I heard there was a group that was in the process of getting permits to use magic to deal with the trash in the sea and on the beaches better. Not to mention, even unaspected magic was incredibly useful in agriculture, so farms were able to produce more crops. I even heard about some experiments in infusing plants with magic, which sounded interesting.

While there was, unfortunately, a bit of a rise in villain attacks with the advent of magic, pro heroes were better able to combat it with the fact that hero agencies had more or less turned into modern-day mage guilds. I'm sure there was someone out there biding their time until they learned how to cast Ultima or Raise Greater Undead, but at the same time pro heroes were organized, well-funded, and now produced their own spells, so they could handle it. I even saw on the news that the Wild, Wild Pussycats now had a series of cat-themed spells.

There were still some limitations on dissemination of magical knowledge to the general public, but a few weak spells were made available to everyone. With the buzz about magic, I heard there were talks about reducing Quirk- and magic-usage laws, which was exciting. I mean, I may or may not have been using my magic in public a bit already, but it'd be nice to be a bit less sneaky about it...

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"Poor thing," I said as I looked at the small, gold-furred cat that Juniper alerted me was in a nearby alley. She was missing part of her right foreleg, and the stump was bleeding. She had a few more scrapes, and her fur was dirty. She gave me a weak meow. I'd always liked cats, so I felt a pang in my heart to see one so hurt. "What happened to you?

Stray Cat

LV 6

Kitten

I reached my hand out to her, but she shied away. I concentrated, trying to use Magycked Words to put my intention into what I was about to say. "I want to help," I murmured in a soothing tone, then closed a popup for a new skill, Animal Whisperer. She looked a little bit calmer now. "Good, now just hold... still..." I slowly reached my hand out to her, whispering affirmations to her. She let me touch her, and I activated Healing Hands. "That's a good girl. I'm healing you now."

Unfortunately Healing Hands couldn't do much for her missing limb, but at least it wasn't bleeding anymore. After her wounds were dealt with, I gave her a quick rinse to clean her off, making sure to dry her off completely before she could get cold. Oddly enough, though, her temperature didn't drop at all from the water. She purred at me, now doing much better. She didn't have a collar, but... "Does she have a chip on her, Raimon?" I asked.

"I don't... think so?" he said. "I can't find anything like that on her."

I grinned. "Then I guess you're coming with me, girl." I picked her up. "A cat with golden fur... I think I have the purrfect name for you." She purred, and her fur... glowed. She got really warm. "Okay nevermind Yang it is," I said.

Stray Cat

LV 6

Yang

A cat with a Quirk... I'd heard of people having pets with Quirks before but I wasn't entirely sure what the rules were. I assumed I'd have to register her, though.

"Don't you still have school today?" Claude asked.

I bolted up. "Crap! School!" I looked at the time. Kacchan was probably looking for me. I looked around for a place to put Yang, then had an idea.

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"The hell were you taking so long?" Kacchan asked me when I ran up to him.

"I, uhhh... had a magic thing?" I said, then rubbed the back of my head.

Wait crud that's was the wrong hand! I quickly lowered my arm, but not before a meow escaped from my sleeve...

"Why the fuck did I just hear a cat?" Kacchan asked.

"Oh I don't know, maybe there's a cat nearby?" Kacchan looked around, then focused on my sleeve. I acted totally natural, nothing up my sleeves at all! For a second I felt like he would buy it.

He didn't buy it.

"Oi Deku, what's up your sleeve?" He grabbed my hand a bit more forcefully than I'd have liked, causing it to fall out of my sleeve. "...What the actual fuck," he said after a few moments of holding my disembodied right hand.

"Stupid Rayman limbs..." I muttered.

"Meow," Yang said as she poked her head out of my sleeve. To be honest I wasn't entirely sure how my sleeve was staying in proper shape considering most of my forearm was made out of air, but it was. Somehow.

"Did... Is your arm a cat now?" He looked between my still very much real hand and the cat's head coming from my sleeve. "You know what, I'm going to hold your hand hostage until you fucking explain."

"Not my hand!" I shouted. "I need that to not get arrested." I started trying to fly my hand out of Kacchan's grasp. Because my hand was attached to a body part I'd turned to air, it could fly. Somehow. It wasn't strong enough to escape Kacchan, though. Actually, I wondered how much of my body I had to turn into air before the rest would fly. I'd have to test that later...

"Stop muttering and answer the damn question."

"I wasn't just going to leave Yang there! She lost a leg."

Kacchan facepalmed, letting go of my hand. It floated back to Yang, and I scratched her chin with it before nudging her back so I could put my hand back in place. She was taking Air Embodiment surprisingly well. I was actually a little worried she'd activate her Quirk... "You named her already. In hindsight, though, I'm more surprised you haven't done something like this already. Actually, is it okay that the cat's breathing your arm?" He stopped walking and just rubbed his temples. "Hang... hang on, I just need a fucking moment to process how fucking absurd that last sentence was."

"I've confirmed that it's perfectly safe for both me and whatever's breathing me. Same for other elements. And I'm sure someone's said something like that before."

He started walking again. "Right. Your life is fucking weird. Not gonna give myself a headache. So how long can you do that?"

"Partial Embodiment is a lot less taxing than Full Embodiment, so it's just slightly more than what Mantra gives me back. In fact, if I get another point of INT, then it might just break even. If I use Meditate every so often, I'll be able to keep this up until we get home. Assuming we don't have practicals in Hero Studies today."

He shrugged. "Fuck it, good for you. Now we should probably hurry as fast as we can without you jostling the cat. We're already a little late."

xoxoxo

I was walking in the hallway on my own when I heard a meow. I froze and so did Aizawa-sensei, who was walking past me. I silently pleaded with Sonia to help. She gave me a grin. A grin I could almost describe as like the Cheshire Cat's...

"Meow," she said. Audibly. Even with Gamer's Mind, I could feel my heart pounding. I tried not to let it show on my face. I tensed up, though, when Yang meowed again. Though I noticed that Aizawa also grimaced. Yang pushed my hand out of the way, but at the same time a black cat with golden eyes poked her head out of Aizawa-sensei's capture weapon.

Alley Cat

LV 4

Blake

I nodded at him.

He nodded at me.

Yang and Blake meowed at each other.

I offered Aizawa-sensei my right arm in an invitation to pet Yang. He gratefully did so, then pointed to Blake. I used my floating right hand to pet her.

We nodded to each other, then gently nudged our cats back into their hiding spots and walked away. I had to Meditate in the bathroom for a bit because the stress of the moment deactivated Mantra, though.

We never talked about our encounter, though we did trade a few cat puns later in the day. I'm not an expert, but I think that makes us brothers.

xoxoxo

"Hey mom?" I said as I opened the door. "I have something I'd like to ask you about..."

"What is it, sweetie?"

I brought Yang out from behind my back. "Her name is Yang."

Mom sighed. "Honey, you know a cat is a big responsibility..."

"I promise I'll take good care of her!" I promised.

She frowned, then nodded after a moment of thought. "Alright, you can keep her."

"Thank you!" I shouted. "Oh, uh... By the way, she has a Quirk..."

"Izuku..."

xoxoxo

As it turned out, the Japanese government is very approving of Quirky animals being pets with responsible owners, though there was some red tape surrounding it. It made sense that they wouldn't want animals who had no concept of Quirk usage laws just roaming the streets... First I had to get her registered and fitted with a special chip that could withstand a lot more heat than normal chips thanks to her fire-based Quirk. Then we had to go to specialized classes for us to be able to deal with her if she activated her Quirk. I also got a good prosthetic for her with some of the money I got for various prizes related to discovering magic.

Thanks to Animal Whisperer I gained an increased understanding of all animals. After a few talks with Yang, I could pretty much speak cat, which was neat. I was hoping to get a familiar skill, though. Even if I never used Yang like a proper familiar, a familiar skill might give me access to her Quirk, I Burn, which would be nice.

For my preparation for the sports festival, I decided to focus mainly on DEX and INT. Because I was more or less indestructible due to Damage Reduction and Elemental Embodiment, I didn't need to worry about VIT at all. Because of that, I decided to focus on my original idea I'd had before Roaring Muscles to train my DEX, though with INT training as well to power up my magic. It was close, but a few days before the sports festival I got both above one hundred.

DEX gave me three skills, Light Step, Flash Step, and Weird Flex. Light Step was the next version of Fleet Foot and Flash Step was, well, a Flash Step. I could use MP to cross a few meters in the blink of an eye. Weird Flex... had a fitting name. It seemed to just make me disturbingly flexible. The flavor text implied that it was what made contortionists contortionists, and I couldn't really disagree with that. It seemed like it'd be useful, though, because it was a passive that didn't use MP.

Raising INT gave me Mana Talent, Eye for Magic, and Open Mind. Mana Talent, like Light Step, was a better Mana Affinity. Eye for Magic, which I got because I had an eye-enhancing spell, was a spell that allowed me to "see" magic, which was absurdly useful. I could probably copy spells just by looking at them, for one. It gave me really bad eye strain, though. Open Mind was also a potentially useful spell. The flavor text said it was mind magic, which was useful in and of itself because it gave me a base for mind magic, and it allowed me to hear other people's thoughts. When I used it, I was able to hear the internal monologues of everyone in the spell's radius, and could hone in on one person in particular. I wouldn't use it much because it was clearly an invasion of privacy, but I was sure I could put it to good use.

With my stats where I wanted them, I spent the rest of the time before the sports festival practicing various spells and skills. The day of the sports festival, I knew I was ready.

xoxoxo

A/N: I thought of that scene with the cats and was legally obligated to write it. This is a little shorter than my usual chapters, but I figured you guys would prefer one short one now and then a longer one in however long it'll take me to do all my school stuff and then start the sports festival arc than just an especially long one later. And now I have no excuse not to do my schoolwork. Pray for me...

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[gaiyofanfiction]

Love Gone Wrong (Part 2)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Stray Kids!Fairy Tail Crossover

Reader x Hyunjin (OC x Jisung)

Comedy/Drama

A/N: Hey all. So I was kinda hoping this fic would be a little more popular but it is what it is. It’s still fun to write so I’ll just do it for me I guess lol. Here’s the next part. (It’s long af) ~Yosei

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. (Cause if I did, it would be a whole lot different hehe.)

District 9 Guild:

Chan - Celestial Mage (can summon celestial spirits in battle using gate keys) Woojin - Solid Script Mage (the ability to make words solid and throw them, they act as the substance that they spell) Minho - Requip Mage (the ability to store objects in a pocket dimension and summon them at any time) Changbin - Shadow Mage (can bend shadows to their will, can merge with shadows) Hyunjin - Ice Make Mage (can make objects using the element of ice) Jisung - Lightening Mage (can generate and manipulate bolts of lightning) Felix - Light Mage (manifests user’s positive feelings into physical form of light) Seungmin - Take-over Mage: Beast Soul (can transform any part or all of themselves into the form of any beast) Jeongin - Take-over Mage: Animal Soul (can transform any part or all of themselves into the form of any animal) Theresa (OC) - Fire Mage (can generate and use the element of fire) Reader (You) - Water Mage (can generate and manipulate the element of water)

Fiore Kingdom - A country in Earth Land

~~~

Previously on Love Gone Wrong:

Instead of Jisung going to Theresa and Hyunjin going to you, the opposite happened. Jisung grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss, a glazed, happy look on his face. “Y/N, my love.”

Hyunjin caresses Therea’s face, also a glazed, happy look on his face. “Theresa, my darling.”

They speak at the same time. “Will you go out with me?”

Both of you take a step back immediately. You two look at eachother, wide eyed.

“Oh shit.”

~~~

“Oh shit.”

You and Theresa back away from your two teammates, causing their facial expressions to change to sadness and confusion. The both of you smile awkwardly at the boys.

“Where are you going?” Hyunjin looks at Theresa sadly, grabbing her wrist.

Theresa looks to you for help. You pry Hyunjin's grip from her wrist and grab her arm, backing away.

“We'll be right back.” You chuckle awkwardly. You pull Theresa with you and hurry away from the boys.

“Hurry back, Y/N!” Jisung sighs in adoration.

Once you two are far enough away, you both start to freak out. “What the hell happened?!” Theresa’s eyes wide and full of confusion.

Your hands come up, holding the sides of your head, a headache starting to form. “I have no idea! This wasn't supposed to happen! What did we do wrong?!”

The two of you stop to think back to the last few hours. You both go step by step in your heads from when you got to the magic shop to where you are now. That's when it suddenly hit you.

“Shit, I know what happened.” You drop your hands to your sides. “When Seungmin accidently knocked over the bottles, we must have picked up each others.”

Theresa’s face pales. “Fuck, what do we do now?! How do we reverse it?!”

You grab your backpack and dig through it to find the empty bottles of potion. You pull them out and look all over the bottle. Unfortunately, there was no information.

Your anger got the best of you, causing you to throw the empty potion bottles at the wall. Your anger manifested into an angry rain cloud above your head. Soon, you were drenched in water.

“Hey Y/N, you're raining again-”

“OH MY GOD MINHO, SHUT UP. Or so help me Mavis, your bundles will be wet for a MONTH!” You send the Requip mage a death glare. It shuts him up instantly, while looking slightly offended at the bundle comment.

You once again wave the rain cloud away. Suddenly you hear a voice coming from behind you.

“Awe, Y/N is sad. I don't like to see you sad!” You hear a poof and turn to see Jeongin had transformed into a Fennec Fox, one of your favorite animals. You squeal and pick him up, cuddling him close.

“Ahh, how are you so friggen cute?!” You give Jeongin a small kiss on the top of his furry head making him purr in delight.

“Yah! What do you think you're doing with my woman-”

Theresa claps a hand over Jisung's mouth, muffling the last few words. Jeongin and Minho look at you and Jisung with a weird look.

“Did Jisung just call you his...woman?”

You let out an awkward laugh and place Jeongin gently down on the table. “Whaaaaaat, you're hearing things.” You change the subject immediately. “Oh, well look at the time. We have a job to go on. Let's go Theresa, Hyunjin.”

You grab Hyunjin by the wrist and drag him outside, all the while protesting. Theresa follows close behind, pushing Jisung along. The four of you make it outside.

You and Theresa let go of the boys. “Alright, you two stay RIGHT HERE. Don't move.”

Theresa grabs your hand and pulls you off to the side. Theresa turns back to you to speak but notices Hyunjin and Jisung slowly following.

“Hey! I said stay.”

The two of you take a few more steps away, but once again, you were followed.

“STOOOOOP! Don't follow us!” You point at the two boys, making them whine.

Once you are sure they aren't within earshot, Theresa speaks. “What are we going to do? There were no directions on the bottle! We don't know how to reverse this!”

You think for a moment. “Well, we could go back to the magic shop. Maybe the owner has an idea of what to do.”

Theresa agrees with you. You're about to turn back but feel two arms snake around your waist, a chin resting on your shoulder.

“I swear to God, if that's you Jisung, I'll drown you.” you growl.

“Awe, don't be like that Y/N. You know I just love you.”

You feel an electric jolt course through your body. You yelp and push Jisung away. Your body twitches slightly before going back to normal.

“Goddamnit Jisung! I told you that you can't touch me! You might kill me!”

Jisung pouts. Hyunjin laughs and pulls Theresa close to him, an arm around her waist.

“Awe, poor Jisungie can't touch his woman. That must really suck for you.”

Theresa screams suddenly and instinctively throws a fireball at Hyunjin. He backs away quickly.

“What the fu-” Theresa looks down at her side to see a small sheet of ice attached to her hip. “Hyunjin, you dumbass, you froze me?!”

You're shocked. “What the hell? How is that possible? You're inner body temperature is over 100°!”

Theresa holds a red glowing hand over the ice sheet, instantly melting it. “I have no idea, but something tells me it's this stupid potion.”

“Alright, we need to get to the magic shop quick.” You look over at the boys who were looking at the two of you like lost puppies. You sigh, “alright, come on you two.”

“Where are we going? Are we finally going on our date, Resa?” Hyunjin purrs.

Theresa gives him a dumbfounded look. “What? No! We just have a few errands to run. Jeez.”

The four of you begin your walk to the mysterious magic shop. You wish you could say the trip was a nice, quiet and pleasant walk to your destination. However, that was hardly the case.

Theresa had Hyunjin constantly pestering her about their lives together and how happy they will be in the future. You would have been a little jealous, had you not Jisung’s ass constantly trying to hold your hand or kiss your cheek. It took every ounce of your patience not to drown the boy next to you.

Your team is approaching the intended destination, when Jisung jump tackles you from behind, knocking you over. You feel slight jolts of electricity going through your body. You push him off of you.

“JISUNG WILL YOU KNOCK IT OFF. I KEEP TELLING YOU, YOUR LIGHTNING HURTS.”

The boy pouts, “I just want to be able to touch my girlfriend…”

“Holy hell, Jisung. I love you and all, but for the last time, I'M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND.”

Jisung let's out a small gasp, a wide grin forming across his face. “Y-You love me?”

You facepalm. “Oh my God, I can't deal with you.”

“Um, Y/N…” Theresa interrupts you, tapping you on the shoulder. You give her a questioning look. “Look…”

You follow her pointing finger to the location of the magic shop. Or, at least, where the magic shop was supposed to be. Now, all you see of the previous shop, is nothing but an empty lot.

“No no no! Where is it?!” Your anxiety hits you like a truck. You start to hyperventilate, looking frantically around. “It had to be here! It couldn't have just disappeared into thin air!”

Theresa puts a shaky hand onto your shoulder, trying to calm you down. “It's gone, Y/N. It's not anywhere around here.”

You felt everything crumble. Your best friends are under a spell you don't know how to reverse, your other best friend has to watch the love of her life pine after you. You have to watch the love of your life want her.

“This is all my fault.” You mumble, sounding defeated.

“Y/N, look at me,” she shakes your shoulders. You raise your head to look at your best friend. “This isn't your fault. We were both selfish and naïve to think we could force them to love us.”

You wanted to cry, but you held it together as best you could. “What if they're like this forever?”

Theresa shakes her head. “There has to be a way to reverse all this.”

Both of you sit there for a moment, really thinking this through. You both try to ignore the boys who are arguing back and forth who has the best girlfriend.

You lean over and whisper to your friend. “When will they come to realize we aren't there girlfriends?”

Theresa rolls her eyes, “only when this stupid potion is reversed.”

You sigh, “man, I wish Chan or Woojin were here, they'd know what to do.” You mumble.

“THAT'S IT!” Theresa practically screams into your ear. You fall over from surprise, hitting your head on the concrete.

“Ow, what the hell!” You hold your head in pain.

Jisung runs to you, checking you over. “Are you okay, my love?! Are you hurt?!”

You gently push him away from you. “Yeah I'm fine. Thanks.”

Jisung turns to Theresa with a glare. “How dare you hurt the love of my life!” He produces a ball of lightning in his hands.

“Hey, back off!” Hyunjin jumps in front of Theresa, defending her. He gets into his ice make stance, a cold mist emanating from his hands.

You stand up, your irritation growing. You hold out your hands towards the two boys ready to fight.

“Water lock!”

A huge sphere surrounds the two boys, engulfing them in water. They immediately stop and look at you, breaths being held.

“Now, are you two done? We have other things we need to be worrying about, this not being one of them!”

The boys nodded simultaneously. You drop your hands to your sides, causing the sphere of water to disappear. Both boys fall on their butts with a groan.

“God, it's like taking care of children.” You mumble. You turn to Theresa with a strained smile. “Now, what were you saying?”

Theresa clears her throat awkwardly. “Alrighty then. Well, doesn't Chan have a Celestial spirit that knows a lot of information?”

“Oh yeah! Totally forgot about that,” you feel slight relief knowing there may be another option. “We better hurry, though. This is only getting worse. If we aren't careful, they may end up hurting us, each other or themselves…”

~~~

“Hey, Chan, Woojin, how are you?”

Chan and Woojin look up to the two of you, weary of your sudden question.

“Um, we're alright?”

“Do you think we could talk to you in, uh, private?” Theresa smiles convincingly.

Something clicks inside the two boys heads. “What did you two do now?” Woojin narrows his eyes.

“Why do you always assume we did something?” You cross your arm in an accusing tone.

Woojin and Chan both raise a brow.

“...yeah, okay, we did something.” Your hands drop to your sides, giving in.

“We really need your help with something important.”

“What happened? What's so important?”

You and Theresa look at each other, scared to tell them your secret. Theresa takes a deep breath. It's now or never.

“SoWeWereTiredOfJisungAndHyunjinNotNoticingUsSoWeGaveThemALovePotionToGetThemToNoticeUsButWeAccidentlySwitchedTheBottlesAndNowTheyLoveTheWrongPersonAndItsCausingOtherProblemsAsWellAndNowWeDontKnowHowToReverseIt!” Theresa finishes her long, fast explanation.

Chan and Woojin blink a few times. “Wait, what?”

Theresa swallows the lump in her throat and repeats herself slower. “We were tired of Jisung and Hyunjin not noticing us as more than teammates. So, we did a stupid thing and bought love potions.” Woojin and Chan's eyes got bigger with each bit of information. Theresa continues.

“Except we accidentally switched the bottles and now they're in love with the wrong person. It's causing so many more problems than anything. They almost just literally fought because of a small incident. We tried to go back to the shop and get a reversal spell but the shop is gone.”

You pick up the last of the explanation. “We don't know how to reverse it. We were hoping one of you could help us.”

Woojin and Chan sit there, their mouths hanging open in shock. Woojin raises a hand in the air.

“Solid Script: Water!”

The two of you looked up to see the word 'Water’ written above your heads. Just then a shower of water drenches the two of you. You want to protest, upset that your own element was used against you. But you both knew you deserved it.

“Are you two insane?! You can't interfere with someone's emotions like that, especially such a strong emotion as love! I'm surprised they haven't killed each other yet!” Chan throws his hands up, his anger showing.

“If this isn't fixed soon, the love will turn to rage and jealousy. Since neither of you want to accept the love from the other, they will think if they can't have you, no one can.” Woojin raises a brow. “Whos idea was this anyhow?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and raise a shaky hand. “T-that would be me.”

Chan shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I expected more out of you Y/N.”

You nod, tears threatening to escape. You tilt your head up to avoid tears streaming down your face. Theresa grabs your hand and squeezes it tightly in reassurance.

“Please, can you help us?”

Both boys sigh. “Yeah, of course we will. Where are the boys now?”

“Well,” Theresa starts. “We convinced them to leave us be by telling them we think Seungmin is stronger than them. So now they're over there having a weight lifting competition.”

Woojin and Chan turn to face the other side of the guild hall. Seungmin has transformed into a cheetah type beast, lifting one of the tables. Jisung and Hyunjin are protesting, telling him that's cheating.

Chan rolls his eyes and turns back to the two of you. “Alright, well, since those two are occupied, let's see what Crux has to say.”

Chan takes one of his keys off his key ring and held it in the air.

“Open: Gate of the Southern Cross, Crux!”

You hear a sound almost like a doorbell ringing. Suddenly there was a puff of smoke and then a giant silver cross with a long mustache appears.

“Heh” was all he said.

“Hey, Crux. I got a job for you. Could you tell us if there is a way to reverse a love spell?”

Crux nods. He closes his eyes and is...asleep?! You watch as Crux falls a sleep, practically snoring. You lean over to Chan.

“Um, is he asleep?”

Chan shakes his head. “No, he's just searching.”

“Oh” was all you said. You and Theresa wait expectantly for Crux to finish his searching.

“AHH!” Crux screeches. You and Theresa scream also in surprise. Chan chuckles, amused.

“So, what did you find?”

“To reverse a love spell, the caster must kiss the infected. It will cancel out the love spell and revert everything back to normal.”

Your face pales. That means you have to kiss Jisung and Theresa has to kiss Hyunjin.

“Is there any other way?”

When you ask the question, you suddenly see Crux has appeared to have fallen asleep again.

“Oh, is he searching again?” Theresa asks.

“No, now he's alseep.”

Both of you groan loudly. Theresa turns to you, a terrified look on her face. “Do I really have to kiss Hyunjin?”

You nod slowly, dreading your kiss with Jisung. “Yeah, I'm not too thrilled about it either.”

“Well, you two better do it quick. I don't know how much longer it'll be before they hurt each other.” Woojin gestures to where the boys are. You two turn to see them shooting icicles and lightning bolts at each other. A quarter of the guild hall is being destroyed.

“Oh for fucks sake.. JISUNG, HYUNJIN, GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE.” Theresa screams at them.

Both Hyunjin and Jisung bound happily over to the two girls. Jisung stops in front of you, Hyunjin in front of Theresa. Both of you look at each other, nodding in reassurance.

You turns to Jisung and put your hands gently on his cheeks. When you did this, he looked like he could instantly die from happiness.

You and Theresa lean towards Jisung and Hyunjin, bringing your lips together into a life saving kiss...

~~~

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[taakofromtaz]

wrong side of reality

Summary: 

taako has an imaginary friend named lup

Notes: (transposed from AO3)

For pyrrhlc.

this is my secret santa fic for tumblr user defcnestrate! (sorry if this was a little late. i had unforseen events impede my plans to write before the deadline)

(i had to do some investigating but i think i tagged the right person. if this isnt you, let me know, pyrrhlc!!)

happy candlenights!!!!

title from "young and meanace" by fall out boy

(did a little beta work. fixed some typos, added a few words)

[character study, introspective, vignette style sorta, trans taako]

Word count: 2256

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Ever since Taako was little, he had an imaginary friend. She was an elf like him and trans like him and looked just like him with the mismatched eyes and blonde hair except it was like a mirror. She knew everything he was going through because she was going through it too.

He’s too old for that now, but sometimes, in his weakest moments, he likes to pretend she’s still with him.

Her name was Lup and he liked to pretend he was a twin.

 Something about the Umbra Staff makes him think of his childhood imaginary friend. She would use something this ridiculous, he thinks one night when trancing is impossible. He wraps his arms around the staff and closes his eyes.

This is weird, he thinks. She isn’t real. The staff is warm and he likes to think that imaginary Lup would like fire. Useful fire for those cold and sleepless nights on the road. Useful fire for keeping raiders off his back it the scariest, darkest nights. Useful fire to cook something just right even without a professional kitchen.

Lup would play with fire and Taako would change the world to match.

 Taako doesn’t remember the last time he had a room to himself. A normal kind of remembering this time, instead of the weirdly huge gaps in his mind that made him sick and sad and lonely. The first thing he does is throw himself on the bed that’s big enough for at least three of him and roll around on top of the comforter until he can get over the fact that it’s perfect.

The next thing he does is scatter his belongings all over the room, followed by an incredibly brief bout of panic wherein he picks it all back up and leaves it in a heap beside the bed instead. The bathroom is next on his inspection tour. It’s a simple affair but fairly elegant. Taako is impressed and a little awed. (He learns over the next several days that the bathroom is his and his alone and he has a hard time not rubbing it into Magnus and Merle’s faces.)

When he finally collapses on the clean bedspread, still coming down from the high of having such nice new digs, he allows himself to think about Goldcliff, about Sloane and Hurley, about the truly massive fireball he’d managed that ended that fight.

His breath hitches and he shoves his fists against his eyes.

This isn’t what he wants to think about. He doesn’t want to think about the looks Hurley and Sloane gave each other all the way to the end, he doesn’t want to think about the hug that Hurley gave him, doesn’t want to think about how he melted so completely in her hold that he didn’t even notice that she was giving him her harness, doesn’t want to think about the way the silverpoint crept through their veins and turned their blood to ash right in front of him.

The thought sends a cold jolt down his spine and the irrational thought that he needs to find the Umbra Staff now.

He finds it hooked around the footboard and he snatches it quickly, pulling it closer before scrambling his way under the covers, still fully dressed. He wraps himself around the staff and presses his forehead against it. It’s warm, almost hot, and suddenly Taako’s reminded of how filthy he is, covered in a layer of sweat and grim from the battlewagon race and the battle with Sloane afterward.

(After the three of them finished their customary post-mission trip to the Fantasy Costco, they’d been stopped by Avi and escorted down to their new rooms, a private suite with its own elevator and a common room featuring a portal to hell—aka a giant floor window—overlooking the planet below. There’s a bedroom for each of them, already assigned, and a bathroom at one end of the hallway, opposite and excluding Taako’s en-suite. There’s a fairly large kitchen attached to the common room, separated only by an island bar with three stools. All in all, it’s pretty tight, but they hadn’t had the chance to clean up before being left to their new digs.)

Taako can’t bring himself to care that he’s getting the new sheets dirty. He’s already a disaster, what’s it matter what he gets up to in the comforts of his own room (and isn’t that just wild? His own room. Wow.).

“You did good today,” he says out loud, keeping his voice down just in case there’s someone standing outside his room. “You cast some bombass spells and saved a shitton of people today.” He sighs and moves the umbrella back to smack himself in the forehead with it. “But gods, Taako, you’re still a fucking idiot.”

The Umbra Staff quivers and Taako squeezes it tighter. For a moment, he imagines it’s a neck in his hands and he stares at his white knuckled grip. He takes a shaky breath and closes his eyes.

“You’re not real, Lup. You’re just something I made up because I can’t stand to be alone.” His eyes sting behind his lids and he struggles to keep his breathing steady. “But gods I wish you were.”

Taako lays long enough to almost fall asleep. He moves to curl into a ball and his ribs ache his clothes pull weird and he sighs, reluctant to leave his warm cocoon. He forces himself to get up and peel off the dusty, sweat soaked shirt and jacket and binder and he kicks his shoes and pants to the side with a growl. Luckily, whoever it was that set their rooms up managed to stock the dresser with his clothes.

Donning an oversized sweater and a pair of shorts, Taako crawls back into bed and tries not to think about Sloane and Hurley’s dying faces.

Taako’s never loved someone that much.

 L-U-P.

Taako tries so hard to pretend the letters on the wall mean nothing to him, tries so hard to pretend that L-U-P is a string of letters he’s never seen before, never uttered like a prayer in a moment of weakness, never crossed his mind or passed his lips or stuck with him as his only companion against horror and heartbreak and crushing loneliness.

No. The word means nothing to Taako. It’s not a name. It’s just a word.

There’s no mystery here, he wants to say. He wants to shake the boy detective, wants to turn him away from the letters, from the thought, the idea of Lup as an entity. She’s mine, he wants to say. You can’t have her. The words not again linger in his mind for far longer than they should.

 Madame Director calls Taako to her office the day after L-U-P. Taako tries really hard to ignore how worried he is that something’s going to go terribly wrong and forces himself to act as casual and put-off as he possibly can. He wants to pretend that this is just an annoying formality. He can’t. He doesn’t want Madame Director, please, dear gods, anyone but Lucretia.

She has her stern “I know you did something so don’t lie to me” face on and Taako feels his skin crawl with irritation. He hates her holier-than-thou attitude sometimes. Just because she has a magic jellyfish that can unmake entire lives doesn’t make her better than the rest of them.

“Taako,” she says, and sometimes he hates the way she says his name, too. He hates the way the syllables sound familiar coming from her mouth, the gentle way her lips wrap around it, like a suffocating hug from a bear that wants to eat him.

“Director,” he says back, just to be petulant. He knows why he’s here and he refuses to break. He’s allowed his secrets, his privacy. Sure this is the best gig he’s ever had, but by the gods does he feel trapped here more than some of the time.

“Care to explain what happened yesterday?” She quirks a brow at him and he gives her a deadpan stare, unimpressed.

“Oops,” he says with a careless shrug, entirely unapologetic.

“This wasn’t on purpose, was it? It wasn’t an act of petty vandalism?” She’s the picture of calm and grace and as much as Taako wants to keep poking this lion, the longer he sits under her stare, the more anxious he gets.

“Listen, I dunno what the whole deal with this ‘luhp’ thing is, but I have other things I’d rather be doing,” he says, forcing himself to mispronounce Lup’s name. The further away from her he can paint himself, the better the situation will turn out. Experience has taught him this time and time again.

Lucretia looks exhausted and for a moment he feels concerned. Smug satisfaction quickly takes its place and he moves as if to stand when she remains silently for a solid minute.

“Look, are we done here? Can I go?” Taako gestures to the door with the Umbra Staff.

The Director’s eyes lock onto the staff and Taako can see her shoulders tense. He moves the umbrella his other hand and crosses his arms in front of it. “Just tell me why.”

Taako purses his lips and considers his answer. He turns and strides for the door, uncrossing his arms to grab the handle. “Look, Director,” he begins, fighting back the urge to call her Creesh for reasons he’s not entirely sure of. “Whatever happened yesterday? That wasn’t me.” He twists the knob, pulls the door open, takes a step out. “And Lup is just something I made up as a kid. Don’t worry about it.”

He closes the door and leaves. He doesn’t look back.

 For only a second, Taako thinks he see Lup with him, there in that white space. When he turns to look, all he can see is the red dirt of Refuge and he doesn’t think about her again until he dies. I hope she’s not dying, too, he thinks, and then, but dying’s never stopped her before.

Every subsequent death, he finds himself searching for a glimpse of her. One time it’s a flash of blonde hair. Another time it’s the tips of pointed ears. Yet another is a ghost of a smirk.

The color red follows her and when he looks, it’s dirt and he’s in Refuge again.

Lup would have liked Roswell, probably, and definitely Ren. He hopes they can meet one day. He forgets he ever had the thought.

 The Umbra Staff tries to kill Kravitz and that’s just fucking rude. Why does it have to act up like this? Why can’t it just be like any other cool staff? (Taako thinks that if he could ever make a staff it would have a blade on the end. Not because he would use it like a sword, but it would look super intimidating and maybe an enemy will think it’s a melee weapon and assume he’s weak when he’s anything but.)

The whole thing about something undead makes Taako’s skin crawl. He doesn’t like the feeling of not being able to trust the Umbra Staff. He’s come to rely on its steady presence to ground him during his lowest points and he doesn’t want anything to come between that. Fuck the rest of the base if it means sacrificing personal comfort.

Why would a dark spirit risk being discovered to save Taako’s life so many times? If there is a lich—and gods, maybe there is and he just never knew because they used to own the staff before him—then the only thing he can do is hope it won’t escape and try to murder him. But, again, why save his life and help him get stronger? Why not just kill him immediately?

Kravitz may be hot, and he may be right about an undead spirit, but he’s wrong about it being a danger to him.

(Lup would never hurt him.)

 The fireball that Angus shoots out is huge, bigger than the little boy is capable of casting or even handling. When he speaks up, babbling excuses about how he couldn’t possibly have cast that spell, something clicks in Taako.

“I know, I know,” he says, and he hopes he doesn’t sound like a weirdo because honestly? He wasn’t listening.

He’s too busy thinking about how to free Lup from the Umbra Staff.

Why didn’t he think of this before? It’s a miracle it never happened on accident even, but here, and now, Taako realizes that he has to break her prison to set her free.

From the moment he drank the baby’s ichor to the second he snaps the Umbra Staff over his knee, he had managed to convince himself that Lup was still a candy-coated dream. She seemed too good to be true, too good to be real, she had to be fake, she could only exist in the imagination of Taako’s intense, lonely need to never be alone. There was no way she was real and somehow he’d managed to convince the others that she was.

But now she is. She’s real and wonderful and phantasmal and resplendent and—

Taako feels like he can breathe for the first time in over a decade.

Thank the gods, he thinks, eyes burning and tears rolling down his face faster than he can think to stop them. She’s real. Thank the gods.

And then she puts him on blast but he’s laughing and he’s happy.

She’s real.

#taz #tazb #thezonecast #taz fic #trans taako #kiera writes fics #taako #lup #twins #i spent over an hour in the tazscripts looking for a description of their new suite #bc thats how i do #apparently #qiera

[thorkidumpster]

soooooooooo @raven-brings-light mentioned she liked fake relationship au! so i got excited and wanted to show you what i’m working on :D it’s your basic ‘thor lies to his parents about having a relationship to get out of family stuff and now it’s biting him in the ass’. it’s... gotten so long and still not even a quarter done. rip. nothing fancy, but here we gooooo

“Birthday party?” Loki scoffs, not even bothering to lower his voice in the crowded coffee shop. “Why would I want to go celebrate another year of that mouth-breathing, jackass jock who has a constant case of public indecency?”

“Because you jerk it to him every night,” Amora points out. “And follow him everywhere. And you like his tight shirts. Mm... I like those tight shirts.”

“You're gross,” he informs her, despite the frustrating fact she is completely correct. Loki maybe—sometimes—occasionally trailed Thor to the quad. Or the track. Or the gym...

Especially the gym. There is nothing like a good hate work out, staring as Thor lifted weights until his stupidly perfect muscles glisten with sweat that Loki kind of wanted to lick. Just a little. Right down to that abnormal sized bulge that had to be a sock stuffed into his shorts because there was just no way—

Amora stirs her drink. “Earth to Loki.”

“I wasn't thinking about Thor,” Loki says automatically.

“Of course you weren't.” She gives him an annoyingly smug smirk. “So. Party? Probably going to be a rager.”

Loki taps his fingers on the table. “And watch him fuck the entire volleyball team? No, thank you.”

Amora just smiles.

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– – –

Loki went.

No surprises there when his batshit crazy best friend from hell showed up at his dorm, kicked out his roommate, and cast some sort of spell to get him dressed. And by “spell”, Loki means, “screamed like a fucking banshee about letting opportunity slip from his fingers”.

So really, he put on his clothes out of self preservation.

And because she threatened to lock him outside in his boxers.

Pay back is going to be a bitch.

Loki pulls up outside Thor's house an hour after the party started—best time to arrive, when everyone's well on their way to drunk and the awkward introductions are out of the way. Late enough that the birthday boy's going to have his eyes on some pussy, early enough that he hasn't gotten into it yet.

But Loki doesn't get out of his car immediately. The driveway's fairly empty, with only two (now three) cars slotted into the four car space. The lights are on, but not strobing and not in every room. And most damning of all—the house was quiet. No music, no shouting, no one throwing up on the lawn.

Huh.

He knows he has the right address; not because he's creepy and certainly not because he might've—probably—maybe followed Thor home once by accident.

Anyway.

Clearly, Amora had gotten bad information.

Loki jabs his keys back into the ignition, but before he can crank up the engine, the front door opens and a nicely dressed woman steps out. “Excuse me!” she calls and Loki's heart stops. Great. Just fucking great. He's going to get reamed for pulling up to Mrs. Rich Lady's driveway. Excuses pop up, and in a split second, he settles on acting like a stupid out-of-towner. Oh, where's the Walmart? Har har har...

Goddammit.

The woman is breathless by the time she toddles down the insanely long walk up, not to even mention her heels, Jesus. What is it with old women and heels?

“Excuse me!” She says again and Loki obediently rolls down the window.

“I'm sorry, I—”

“Please don't be shy,” the woman laughs. “Come on out, I know who you are.”

When he freezes, she gives him a 'disappointed mom' look. Her eyes are astoundingly blue, clear and bright despite the fine wrinkles cradling them. Like a bolt, Loki realizes this is Thor's mother, which, really, it should have been obvious but Loki blames Amora for not recognizing her. Not that it's Amora's fault, per se, but Loki just likes kicking shit over to her.

Wincing, Loki steps out of his car. “You do?” he hedges, sure he's going to get a lecture in stalking. Possibly a lawsuit. Wouldn't be the first time—

Any-fucking-way.

“Of course! You're Thor's little boyfriend, aren't you? He keeps bringing you up—every time he wants to get out of something, don't think I haven't noticed date nights cropping up conveniently over family dinners.”

“Um.” Loki falters. “...sorry?”

“I'm Frigga,” she says, matter of fact. “Not that I know your name, mind. Thor was very insistent. He seems to be laboring under the impression that I would contact my old team to do a background check on you.” Frigga pauses, then smiles blindingly. “He's right, of course. So. Name, please.”

Loki's mouth falls open. His name tumbles out before he can think to give her another, like Luke or Lucas, and really, that is a betrayal of the highest order. His dad once said that he should sew up his mouth to keep it from getting him into trouble and right now, Loki's apt to agree.

“Loki... Lafton? Hm.” Frigga gives him a considering look. “Well, come on in, dear. You're a little late, of course, but I kept the boys out of the food until you arrived. It's only polite...”

Stupefied, Loki follows her up the walk way to the massive house. The lawn is manicured to the point of being anal, and there are strategically placed flowering bushes along the outside walls in even rows. It's... weird. Loki thinks back to his family manor and shudders.

Well, at least if he manages to fuck this up, his dad could get him out of the hot water. What good was having a lawyer for a father if he couldn't?

At the very least, he's got an evening of free food and acting ahead of him. Loki slips into the role of 'dutiful son' like a worn pair of jeans.

The foyer is gorgeous, of course, and tastefully decorated; his own mother would be seething in jealousy, no doubt—ah, no, there's a scuff mark on the floor moulding. That little imperfection would have Farbauti crowing for days.

And everyone's so surprised when they find out how much of a bitch Loki can be. Really.

“Thor!” Frigga calls as they enter the sitting room. “Your boyfriend is here!”

It's beautiful. Truly. All the stars and sunrises and baby-fucking-animals couldn't compare to the look of horror on Thor's perfect face. “My what?”

“Loki, go on and sit down, I'll get the dinner served.”

Thor stares at Loki, mouth open. “Loki?”

Loki gives him a sugary smile. “Of course, sweetheart. Wow, that smells amazing, ma'am.” Smooth as a snake, Loki slides onto the couch next the Thor, making sure their thighs are pressed together, despite there being a good meter of space left to stretch out.

Thor can't seem to figure out how to work his mouth—words are beyond him, but, Loki notes with pleasure, his eyes are certainly taking in their fill. Thank god Loki had decided to 'dress up' for the jockstrap party, as a way of standing out and pissing everyone off.

With a wink, Loki rolls up the sleeves to his tidy blazer. He turns his attention to the gruff man across from them, glaring at Loki with a single, mistrustful eye. “And you must be his father.” Loki offers a hand.

The man grabs it, squeezes hard in a dominance display, but Loki just returns it until Thor's father pulls back. “Odin,” the man says. “And yes. Who are you again?”

Loki is about to give a lazy reply when Thor's brain reboots and he kicks online. “Loki,” Thor interjects. “My boyfriend. We met at school.”

“Hmph.” Odin looks about as happy at that as someone that was told they needed to clean out a pipe clogged with shit barehanded. “And what does he study?” he demands.

Demands to Thor, of course, when he could've easily directed the question to Loki. Idly, Loki wonders if the old man is upset at Thor for dating boys, or if it's something about him in particular that's rising the hackles.

“Not law, like his father, clearly,” Odin continues.

Loki's brows shoot up; Thor just looks away... embarrassed?

Odin is clearly riling himself up to say more when Frigga clatters in. “Boys! Dinner!” she calls, merry as a bluebird. Odin hefts himself out of his armchair, a once fit man gone very much to seed. But just as Loki starts to rise, Thor snatches him by the elbow and stands, too.

Thor, so close, looms in a way that makes Loki's gay little heart flutter. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he hisses. In the dining room, Frigga is chattering to Odin about the food and his heart.

Loki leans in close, close enough to feel Thor's breath on his lips. Thor jerks, but doesn't move away—which is good; it'll just look like they're sharing a private moment if Frigga pops back in. Which they are, in a way.

Just not the way she'll think.

“Believe it or not,” Loki says silkily, “I was every bit surprised by this as you were. I was lead to believe there would be a party here; your mom cornered me before I could pull out of the drive.”

From this angle, Loki can't see Thor's face, but he can tell Thor's trying to modulate his breathing, fist getting tight on his elbow. Getting upset, is he? Cute.

“Of course,” Loki continues. “I could leave now. No... I could stage a fight. Would you like that, big boy?” Their lips are centimeters apart. Christ—his dick is pounding, his blood thrums in his veins, and Loki is living.

“No,” Thor grunts. He's so fucking big; that grip is really starting to hurt in the best of ways. “We'll figure this out later. For now, you'll stay. You'll play nice.”

“That costs extra.”

There's the sharp crack of Frigga's heels, then Thor's kissing him, searing, as if to force the promise from Loki's lips. “Boys—oh!”

Thor steps back, giving Loki a predatory smirk that leaves him a little weak in the knees. Or maybe that was the porno kiss. Or both. “Sorry, mom.”

“Now, now,” she chides. “It's time for dinner. Come along now, you two.”

If Thor has to actually support Loki with a hand on his lower back, pressing to get him to move, it's not Loki's fault. It's Thor's. Fuck him.

#thorki #thor #loki #my writing #fic preview #tbc #eventually lmao

[haamuart]

Many of my OCs families are ridiculously complicated! And many of the dads are basically men who are controlled by their dicks and have trouble using protection...

This is the Herrala family. Their family consists of one absent father, many brothers and sometimes (unrelated) uncles and aunts who try to take care of them. Most of them have different mothers, which is why their names are so weird...

More info about this family under read more--

If Wilfredo ever wrote a biography that had a chapter about his sons, it would start with him being a smooth 17-year-old who has an affair with an American wizard. The wizard goes back home and their relationship was never anything serious anyway. The new-born Lawrence is left with Wil.

(If I haven’t said it somewhere on this blog already, in my OCs world, witches and wizards are both magic users but their magics are different. Gender/sex has no say in who is a wizards and who’s a witch.)

So after Wil “breaks up” with the wizard and is “heart-broken” (more like just frustrated or something...), he goes on a holiday and meets a Japanese demon. They think they are in love and the demon falls pregnant pretty quickly. Because of the demon’s traditional parents, they move to Japan and marry.  Satoshi is born when Lawrence is about two years old.

Because young Wil was absolute shit, he has a fling during his marriage with someone who’s just travelling. Maybe Wil and the demon were arguing or their relationship was drying out (they were both very young, after all). Anyway, this situation once again with another kid born, Quintin. Wil again has no knowledge of this kid.

Ok but their marriage gets back on track and soon enough they’re expecting again. Marriage and children, those belong together, right? yeah. They’re so “happy” that they don’t even think of names too much which actually might have been good because two twin boys are born.

Soon after the birth, though, the demon notices one of the kid’s forehead red and irritated, and she immediately knows what it means. Horns. Wil and the demon have a huge fight about it, because the demon of course accepts demon, she is one herself! But not if they look weird. You know, if they have horns or tails, or anything else. She is determined to get rid of the baby, which angers Wil. He might be unresponsible, but he will NOT kill children.

They separate, and Wil names the twin with growing horns with the name they had thought up. So now we have new-born Saburou and Raul, Lawrence is almost 4 years old Satoshi 2. Quintin is one.

Wil comes back to Finland, outragously young (20) and already with four (five) kids. His parents think that they are his responsibility (he must have gotten his characteristics from somewhere...), so the most help he gets from his older brother (who already has a family) and his friends. 

Having not yet learnt his lesson, Wil seeks comfort from women once again. He meets up with the american wizard from the beginning. This part would actually deserve a whole chapter in Wil’s imaginary biography... But to put it short, they end up finding out that the wizard’s parents had put a fertility spell on her without her knowledge, in hopes of her settling down and having a family. So yeah while Wil is still not that responsible with his dick, it’s not completely his fault what happened with this woman.

The wizard probably feels very scared and betrayed, and Wil ends up agreeing to take in the new kid. Abortion was not a choice for them, and they didn’t want to put the kid up for adoption. Adoption for magical people is a bit challenging, especially when your kid probably is a demon has a chance of growing... weird things.

So yeah! Finally Tony is born, the last one for a few years. (The whole situation probably scared Wil a bit). Lawrence is 4 yrs, Satoshi 3 yrs, Saburou&Raul 1yr. Quintin’s 2.

The magical community and especially groupings of demons are very tight-knit, and so single father Wil has the help of many people. His brother also promises to help him, but refuses to become their Guardian. (He probably thinks Wil needs to learn some responsibility, and he is Right.) The community helps him to hide from officials and child services.

Wil sticks around, this time. At one point, Quintin’s mother finally tracks down the idiot man and dumps Quintin on him. At this point, Quintin has become a very angry child, and it takes a while before his brothers gain his trust. To the date, his brothers are still the only ones he’s completely truthful to and can trust to have his own good in mind.

Wil, however, has a serious case of “wanderlust” or whatever and so once Lawrence turns 10, he takes up his travels again. He rationalizes that taking all of his kids with him would be crazy expensive and not responsible at all. And hey, he’s also going to look for a woman for himself, to become a mother for his family. Isn’t that nice?

Probably not.

So the boys are left on their own. They have their actual uncle (Wil’s brother) and pseudo-uncles and pseudo-aunts (Wil’s friends and the demon community), but... it’s not the same. Lawrence deals with this by shutting himself down and focusing on his studies. Satoshi ends up taking the responsibility of his brothers, and while their care-takers try to dial it down... it doesn’t work. The rest have trouble understanding what’s going on, but Quintin becomes angry again.

When Wil is 28 (year or so later), he gets a woman pregnant again. This time, their relationship is a bit more serious, though Wil hasn’t exactly told her about the cluster of kids he has waiting for him at home, nor has he told his sons about her either. Edouard is born when Lawrence is 11, Satoshi 10 and so on.

Wil and the woman’s relationship is going strong when he finally confesses about his waiting family. The woman, quite reasonably, gets scared. She immediately tries to make Wil promise that she will never have to become anything like a mother to them, that they should just leave them as they are yada yada... They split up. Wil might be absent, but they’re still his kids.

Edouard is four years old when he finally is introduced to his brothers. If my math works, at this time, Lawrence is 15-16, Satoshi 14, Quintin 13, Saburou&Raul 12 and Tony is 11.

Wil leaves again. He does keep contact and visits as much as he can, but... he’s more like an uncle that comes visit time to time. I have yet explored how this affects the brothers, beyond the obvious (Lawrence shutting down, Satoshi being overly responsible and Quintin having anger problems).

#original characters #pencil doodles #doodling #story ideas #family #ocs #traditional art #herrala family #wilfredo herrala #tony herrala #lawrence herrala #satoshi herrala #quintin herrala #saburou herrala #raul herrala #edouard herrala

[cuddlingsun]

hello @ciaoloueh​ (or her phansona, danielbear) has tagged me to do this thingy and it’s long bUT THATS FINE BECAUSE I FIXED IT SO NOW I CAN MENTION PEOPLE AND DO A READ MORE AND LIFE IS BEAUTIFU

Rules: Once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. At the end, choose 25 people to tag!

THE LAST… 1. Drink: water! I tried to drink some after waking up (and another sip just now) because who knows if I drink enough it might be a step to being healthier

2. Phone call: my mom, who called to ask what kind of math my brother has

3. Text message: cbs™ got a very excited text about how i can mention people now, it’s truly revolutionary 

4. Song you listened to: green light by lorde i think

5. Time you cried: i remember crying in my dream last night but can’t remember the actual time sorry

HAVE YOU EVER… 6. Dated someone twice: nope

7. Been cheated on: nope

8. Kissed someone and regretted it: nope

9. Lost someone special: yup

10. Been depressed: well I think so, but like it wasn’t officially diagnosed and all, do feel tons better rn even if it isn’t all that amazing yet

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS:

12. dark red

13. dark blue

14. the purple/olive green/brown aesthetic that hana gave me lmao

I JUST LOVE A LOT OF THINGS OKAY FIGHT ME

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… 15. Made new friends: yes! though the real life ones aren’t proper friends but the online ones are I guess :D

16. Fallen out of love: sort of??? maybe it was before this past year so idk let’s say no so I feel better about it

17. Laughed until you cried: i’d sure hope so

18. Found out someone was talking about you: ha yes but not that i care too much about it, trying to not have any contact with those people anyway

19. Met someone who changed you: not sure, don’t think so

20. Found out who your true friends are: sort of? i kind of decided to not try too hard for people that don’t try for me? like there’s a difference between being scared to start conversations and just generally not caring abt me as a person u know

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i’m going to count it hold up -- 44 out of the 51 

23. Do you have any pets: sadly no

24. Do you want to change your name: sort of did but not anymore? i like to use bus because it’s easy and a nickname but i can live with my name i guess (though maybe change the official spelling lmao)

25. What did you do for your last birthday: i had some friends over and had a chilled out get together (and my mom had cooked dinner) which was nice I guess (also two of my friends got me a book which nearly made me cry but all right)

26. What time did you wake up: around nine I think? woke up around 6.25 then around 8.06 and then somewhere before 9.30 (i’m being specific if u care to read this far you won’t mind anyway)

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: trying to sleep by daydreaming 

28. Name something you cannot wait for: I cannot wait for a bunch of things but myself aside i can’t wait for one direction to come back?? which sounds selfish i mean i love their solo careers but boys i miss u 

29. When was the last time you saw your mother: last night when she had made some tea but it was too sour for me and then i went to bed (i just went downstairs and saw her again, if that makes u happier)

30. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: we can’t get into this now fully, but i feel like having tons of money could make a big change to my current situation

31. What are you listening to right now: nothing tbh (also changed to green light when i came back, i was halfway through)

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: lmao yes he helped teach maths at uni which was cool i guess

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: me but also in general the state of the world, but also me a lot

34. Most visited website: tumblr probably lmao 

35. Elementary: was cool I guess, i had a real good year and then it was shitty again but overall could have been worse

36. High School: wasn’t the best, could’ve been worse. i don’t really feel any type of Big Feelings towards any of these

37. College/university: sadly didn’t finish the one thing, so next year i’m starting law? (wish me luck tbh) and afterwards i want to genuinely study physics/chemistry at some point again but who knows if it will happen and when 38. Hair colour: brown

39. Long or short hair: short, but it’s been growing quite a lot

40. Do you have a crush on someone: not that i know of and boy is it good i love it finally time to focus on MYSELF am i rite ladies

41. What do you like about yourself: my mind mostly, physically i don’t LIKE anything but i’m not in full hatred either so there’s that 

42. Piercings: i had my ears pierced but i don’t wear jewelry so 

43. Blood type: i believe O but i’m not sure and don’t know the positive/negative thingy

44. Nickname: lmao hana literally referred to me as bus here so that, don’t really have any others?? bush but i don’t really like that one so

45. Relationship status: single and v v v v happy with that

46. Zodiac sign: libra

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favourite TV show: brooklyn nine-nine, merlin, elementary (and well doctor who, victoria and dirk gently too) (also liked selfie?? and atlantis, galavant, agent carter)

49. Tattoos: none  50. Right or left hand: right (though i want to learn writing with both hands tbh)

FIRST… 51. Surgery: i think they did something with my ears when i was really really young so I don’t even remember it (and i’m scared of surgery so let’s keep it this way)

52. Piercing: the one but also none u feel 

54. Sport: i did ballet which i loved but then i had to stop or go on with people who were like two or three years older than me and were way better so i quit

55. Vacation: i mean i went to turkey every year even as a tiny baby i think so that probably? 

56. Pair of trainers:  i was a tiny child, how should i remember this

57. Eating: ah okay not first so um had a tiny bit of chocolate but still deciding on breakfast 

58. Drinking: the water is still there, i’ll take a sip now

59. I’m about to: figure out what to read whilst i hide from the cleaning lady for three hours (and probably eat something first) 

60. Listening to: currently it’s royals also by lorde 

61. Waiting for: a simple thing rn because we’re not that deep yet: a burst of motivation to go shopping tonight with my sister and her friend

62. Want: general Big Life Things, but also just books??? i fucking love books NO FUCK I WANT TIME LOTS OF TIME SO I CAN DO EVERYTHING I WANT TO DO

63. Get married: not planning to but who knows life is weird

64. Career: okay look the most ideal one would be a scientist and an author but we all know studying law won’t get me there so we’re still figuring it out, but scientist and author??? especially scientist??? id die for that man

YOUR TYPE… 65. Hugs or kisses: currently feeling a good hugs (woah, we would never have guessed tumblr user cuddlingsun)

66. Lips or eyes: eyes i guess?? 

67. Shorter or taller: taller??? look I don’t Know these things 

68. Older or younger: probably older??? but also like younger is fine??? idk

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I DON’T KNOW EITHER HANA whichever one that person wants??? like i’m not very specific on these things

71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive I guess but like hana said, you could be both

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship lmao what would i get out of a hookup except for years of pining

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant, but also a teeny bit mischievous otherwise i’d get bored  --------- keeping hana’s answer here

HAVE YOU EVER… 74. Kissed a stranger?: nope

75. Drank hard liquor?: nope

76. Lost glasses contact/lenses: i lost a lens once when i slept with them in accidently, but later found it on my pillow (i think) which was quite odd

77. Turned someone down: HA if we’re HONEST yes but like,,, i was twelve,,, he was weird,,, let’s forget it ever happened 

78. Sex on first date: um no -- hana catching my feelings perfectly

79. Broken someone’s heart: well that would be a maybe but i hope not lmao

80. Had your heart broken: L M A O yes way too easily

81. Been arrested: nope

82. Cried when someone died: yes, though it usually takes other people crying for me to Get There

83. Fallen for a friend: yes? no? idk what came first but honestly i’d like to have it be a friend rather than a stranger lmao

DO YOU BELIEVE IN… 84. Yourself: in all honesty no, but i’m trying to

85. Miracles: yes, in a way

86. Love at first sight: sort of?? like not love exactly but a feeling that turns into actual love yeah that’s possible i guess 

87. Santa Claus: nope, but i dont remember if i ever believed in him to begin with so i should ask me mum probably

88. Kiss on the first date: idk??? 

89. Angels: yeah i mean yeah with the religion thing and stuff i guess that’s a yes 

OTHER… 90. Current best friend’s name: honestly idk like i have many best friends and i don’t really have a solid best friend anymore but that’s fine because i lov so many people anyway

91. Eye colour: also brown

92. Favourite movie: don’t??? but all righty some time ago i’d have said spongebob the movie so that, hidden figures, prisoner of azkaban, dead poets society, brave (also pride and prejudice & austenland probably)

i tag @bothhappy--andsad because she usually wants to do these kinds of tags and if they want to: @ryanperch @floralaesthetlc @klainederful cus u guys are super cool and i wanna know if you care to do it (and anyone else that wants to do it can say i tagged them cus i wanna READ)

#me #tags #ily han thanks for tagging me good way to spend my time #about me #idk how to tag this #bcb

[crystalelemental]

FE Fates Replay - Part 5

I was having such a good time.  And then...

Chapter 9 starts out with Corrin returning successful from her mission to suppress the Ice Tribe’s rebellion.  Even Garon is impressed, and makes some hesitant comments about being proud of her.  Honestly, this is the Garon I want.  The one that’s slightly unhinged, but generally does care about the well-being of his children.  You know.  The one with any level of complexity at all.  For a moment all is well, until Iago decides to be the way that he is and announces that Corrin didn’t do it alone as commanded.  Xander’s response here is kinda funny.  “That’s really shitty, Iago, even for your slimy ass.”  Or something to that effect.  Anyway, Garon’s slightly miffed, but let’s it go because damn, she did a real good job on suppressing the rebellion without taking lives.  Again, the Garon with some level of complexity.  Instead of just murder man, he commends her specifically for not taking life in the suppression, which would be cool if that mentality of “not taking life in the conflict is a good thing.”  Shame about the way this game handles villains.

You’re immediately given another assignment: go to...uh...shit.  I can’t remember how to spell the place.  Basically, he wants you to go capture a territory.  Chapter 9 involves going through a fortress that’s the remains of a dragon, which is held by the Hoshidans.  This is a fairly fun chapter.  Not too difficult.  Mostly Effie and Silas carry the day.  You also recruit Azura and Nyx, making this the best recruitment chapter so far!  I really like both of them.  It’s a shame that Nyx is at level 9 when you get her.  Her stats are, uh...pretty terrible.  Okay, really terrible.  Skill, Luck, and Defense are all abysmal, with Magic and Speed being her only worthwhile stats.  They wouldn’t be as bad if she showed up a few levels lower, but at level 9, a lot of her stat spread is unsalvageable without stat boosting items.  Which means if you’re gonna use her, you have to invest.  And I absolutely intend to use her.

The map is your standard Seize map, after clearing everyone out, so not much to report on in terms of combat.  After the fight, Azura explains that she’s stuck here because the Hoshidans, wary after Corrin’s decision, turned on her too and had her locked up here.  So I guess that proves I made the right call.  So much for family, am I right?  Fuck Hoshido.  Azura instantly joins up with you, since she’s got nowhere else to go.  As for Nyx, just to give a bit of info on her, she’s apparently a really old magic user who, for reasons unknown, is in the body of a child.  Honestly, if it weren’t for her outfit, she’d be perfect.  She’s sassy and fun, and admittedly I like her hair.

Chapter 10 has the group arrive in some port town looking for passage to this territory they’re to take.  At first, it’s assumed this port will be safe, but unfortunately for them, it’s now crawling with Hoshidans.  Fortunately for me, Takumi is leading the charge, meaning it’s finally time to kick his ass.  He goes on about Corrin being a traitor and all that, but what’s interesting is he mentions that some Hoshidans took Azura away, and that Ryoma was worried about her.  He wasn’t, obviously, but what’s neat to me is that the eneimes from last chapter were apparently in active defiance of Ryoma, who is essentially their king now that the old queen is dead.  At the very least, the Hoshidans are very disorganized.  So that’s funny.  Good job, idiots.

Honestly?  This is my favorite chapter so far.  I mentioned last time, I think, but while the developers of this game were insistent that Awakening’s weak point was its story (don’t ask how one can be so out of touch, I don’t know either), its actual weak point is mostly its maps.  It’s been a while since I’ve fully played Awakening, but I remember about 90% of it being “route the enemy,” with very little else aside from standard Seize and Defeat the Boss.  There aren’t too many weird conditions or gimmicks.  Fates, at least on the Conquest route, has given some more interesting stuff.  This one in particular is really fun.  You’re defending the territory, so you have four squares at the far north of the map, where your units start, that the enemy can’t reach.  If they do, you lose.  To help out, you get a bunch of ranged weapons near your position to help weaken, but not KO, foes.  There are also a lot of homes around the area that you can access to get some items.  Naturally, as with any defending map, there are tons of reinforcements.  What really makes the map interesting to me is that, so far, we’ve been using a lot of Dragon Veins.  Allegedly.  I don’t use them that often.  They’re not always as helpful as they think.  But in this map, Takumi activates one, and dries up all the water, allowing the enemies to traverse around the paths you’ve been defending.  It’s incredibly frustrating, but a neat surprise that the map pulls to make your attempts at defense even harder.  I know for me, I had spread out my units by this point.  We’d managed to put a dent in their forces and were alerting the houses and trying to push south.  But as soon as that happened, a bunch of reinforcements came in.  The only one who could continue to move forward was Dragon Corrin.  Everyone else had to start back-tracking to defend.

Chapter 10 also introduces three new units to our party.  In order of least to greatest importance, we first have Beruka, one of Camilla’s retainers.  She’s quiet and doesn’t talk much, but honestly was pretty funny in her debut.  Selena, or Severa for those of us who played Awakening, is the same as she ever was, so you kind of expect her to tease Corrin about being heartless for not remembering them, but Beruka joining in was pretty good.  Speaking of, Selena’s the other character who joins, and just like as Severa, she’s a lot of fun.  She’s a bit more mellow here, if only slightly.  A little more in tune with herself, perhaps?  Then we have Camilla.  She arrives, and is surprisingly intense about murdering dudes.  Almost a bit Faye-like, only instead of the love of Alm, it’s for the love of her sister.  It’s a bit disconcerting, frankly.  I go back and forth on really liking Camilla and really disliking her.  They just go a bit too heavy on some of her more intense traits, you know?

The map is pretty tough, but Corrin and Azura wound up kicking Takumi’s ass no sweat.  In fact, I first had Corrin do it, and then with save states thanks to Casual, went back and had Azura finish him instead.  Both of their dialogue reveals about what you’d expect.  Takumi’s just a butthurt baby.  After you win, he whines about Corrin’s betrayal again, and then gets a migraine or something and fucks off.  This is one of those “Camilla is great” moments, because as Takumi is throwing insults as Corrin, Camilla just goes “What a rude boy.  Perhaps I should beat some manners into him...”  Corrin stops her and says no violence, but we really should’ve allowed it.  Takumi mentions the Rainbow Sage, which is apparently our objective that I don’t think anyone has mentioned until now.  He says Ryoma got the blessing so it’s all over for you fuckers now.  Camilla lets us know that it’s fine, Xander also got the blessing ages ago, so the Hoshidans are really just one step behind.  Though depending on time frame of Xander getting this blessing, this would mean that Ryoma could potentially be considered stronger, based on them being “even” in Chapter 6.  Though in fairness, my run involved Xander immediately getting a crit and taking Ryoma out in one shot.  So that was fucking hilarious.

Chapter 11, we finally arrive in this territory.  We meet a nice lady who tells us about the dangers of the mountain the sage lives on, and that he’s been taken captive by the Hoshidans.  Corrin naturally hurries to his rescue, and the fight is on!  This time, it’s against Hinoka.  The map itself is alright?  It kinda forces you to take two separate paths and gets a little cluttered, but not too bad.  Azama is, without question the worst part of this map.  Staves don’t count as a weapon, so his special ability means you continuously take counter damage equal to what you deal to him, and he has some bullshit Hexlock Staff that cuts the HP of anyone hit by it to half for the remainder of the map.  It’s such garbage.  Thankfully, Jakob is very fast, so haha, idiot.  I did get special dialogue with Hinoka, though.  Camilla is just...so incredibly petty here.  “She’s my sister now, you lose, bitch.”  The amount of pettiness on display is unreal.  Corrin, by comparison, actually has a pretty touching conversation.  Hinoka seems to understand Corrin’s resolve, and doesn’t really pressure her the way the others did.  She’s not happy with Corrin’s decision at all, but ultimately accepts Corrin’s decision and lives with it.  This automatically makes Hinoka the best Hoshidan sibling in my book.  I don’t regret siding against the others, but I do regret siding against her.

After the battle, Hinoka recognizes they need to retreat, and makes a comment about gathering their dead later.  She is then informed that there are no dead, only wounded.  Corrin gave the command to not kill anyone in this fight, and announces that she wants to end the war peacefully, without bloodshed if possible.  Hinoka is taken aback, but flees quickly after.  Kaze, however, remains behind to speak with Corrin.  He’s impressed by her devotion to peace, and pledges loyalty to her.  Another new ally!  And a ninja at that!

We meet the Rainbow Sage, who activates something with Yato.  He tells us to seek out the Nohrians who will activate the blade’s true power and awaken it as Grim Yato, the ultimate blade of darkness or whatever!  Given that we already have two Nohrian siblings, I wonder who the two we need could be.  Honestly, I’ve been holding on to this complaint, but now’s a good time: it’s bullshit that the female siblings don’t get unique weapons.  Xander and Leo get unique, powerful weapons, as do Ryoma and Takumi.  But the sisters?  They have to make do with generic weapons.  That’s such utter horseshit, and frankly, kinda sexist.

Immediately after this, Iago shows up and again, decides to be the way he is.  Garon gave a command to kill the sage.  Corrin outright refuses, stating the obvious: Ryoma already got the power, we’re not preventing anyone important from getting it because everyone already has said blessing, you’re doing this for nothing.  The Rainbow Sage thanks Corrin for wanting to spare his life, but proclaims it was time for him to die anyway and just dies out on the spot.  So I guess Mission Successful?  Weird.

I was gonna cut here, as the natural end to a particular thread of the game, but I’m kinda having fun, so let’s keep going.  Chapter 12!  Elise takes ill from a weird virus thing in that territory, and we need to find help!  Garon gives another command, specifically, to go to this one place for rest and relaxation.  Oddly kind.  It also turns out this place is the medical hub of the world, so suspiciously fortuitous.  They group hurries there and fucking surprise, there are Hoshidans everywhere.  Led by Ryoma.  Amazing.  Corrin begs him to let her pass, telling him about Elise’s condition.  He offers the trade: Corrin comes with him, and they’ll let her pass without a fight.  Corrin, of course, refuses.  As she should.  Listen, I get that it’s war, but by now they know what Corrin’s about.  She’s aimed to prevent the death of their soldiers in every battle.  They know she’s shown mercy where protecting life is concerned.  So what does Ryoma do?  Insist on fighting, potentially allowing Elise to die.  Bastard.

Thankfully we get reinforcements in the nick of time, in the form of-oh fuck me.  Laslow, listen.  You’re cool.  I’m glad you’re here.  I liked Inigo too.  But Peri.  Motherfucking Peri.  She is the worst character in the entire series for me.  There’s no question.  Not even a close second.  Even Tharja doesn’t come close, because some of Tharja’s supports were at least endearing in some way.  Peri is just a little sociopath who can’t shut the fuck up about murder.  Xander, where the fuck did you find her, and why is she not in jail?  I honestly feel it’s hypocritical to complain about Hans when you hired Peri on purpose, you asshat.  Honestly, for your belief in doing right by people and wanting to protect others, I cannot believe you thought putting Peri in charge of anything was a good call.  This is actively a blemish on your record.

Fuck, I can’t do this now.  I can’t deal with Peri.  We were having such a good day, then this little freak-ass gremlin shows up and prattles on about stabface of whatever the fuck, and now I’m just angry.  I’ll deal with her later.

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