#so in this Too. i will be continuing his legacy. at least a little bit.

[orcelito]

Feel like I am absorbing as much as my father after his death as possible. I will carry on his Legacy. I will be the Biker (in time). I am already the weapon collector (though with knives, not guns). I even have accepted owning a minions mug, something I swore would never happen (I hate those fucking things), just bc it makes me think of him.

Maybe he's gone now, but I'm gonna make damn sure to live a continuation of his life... just in my own way, lol

#speculation nation #like how im taking so much of his clothes. im absorbing some of his masculinity too #i own so many harley things now. like tshirts and such. my dad had so many. #and. well. i did end up deciding to take his little revolver. though that's with more of a grave observance than anything else. #guns are. scary. and i think it's ludicrous that i dont even need a permit to own a gun here #but it's my dad's. and at least a revolver is less scary than like. a pistol. #less easy to accidentally go off. u gotta pull back the hammer every shot and everything. #guns are scary and i dont like them. but it was my dad's. a pretty big part of his life. #i was raised being taught basic gun safety rules. brought to a shooting range at 9 years old #i couldnt even hold up the rifle i was so small. #never went since then bc i didnt care for it. but it's still... something so intrinsic to him in my mind. #so in this Too. i will be continuing his legacy. at least a little bit. #we r gonna be selling most of his guns. but not that one. #it's so tiny. it fits so well in my little hands. i kind of love it almost as much as i fear it. #oh well. i'll be careful. i was taught to never forget the danger a gun can be. #a part of me also is like 'omg a revolver. like what vash uses!' which ok maybe that's part of why i went to the revolver too #though the primary reasons are. it's a Tiny piece. and also itd be Really difficult to accidentally shoot it. #bc u gotta full on cock it back And pull the trigger. that aint gonna happen by accident. #but yeah not to be Stereotypical American but yea guns sure do exist here #and it's in my family too. i want the gun to remember him by. even if i dont ever end up using it. #(tho ive contemplated taking it to a range at least once just to get a feel for actually shooting it #Just In Case i ever end up needing to use it for like. home invasion self defense or smth #which is. another Smaller reason for me to have it. things to think about.)

[jgracie]

SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS! — PERCY + DAUGHTER OF ERIS

masterlist | rules

❝ Could you write headcanons for Percy Jackson x Daughter of Eris reader? ❞ — anon

in which percy dates a daughter of eris

pairing percy jackson x eris!reader

warnings percy gets hurt + in the infirmary for a bit

on the radio . . . crazy girls (toopoor)

an i can't remember if the stolls getting supplies thing is canon or something i read in a fanfic once and made canon in my head but if its the latter and ur the one who came up with it lmk so i can credit you!

Honestly, Percy was scared of you at first. He couldn’t help it, considering his first meeting with your mom was when she was competing with her siblings for darkest child. That did not leave a very good first impression

The rumours didn’t help either. All the other campers avoided you like the plague, not wanting to be anywhere near the child of discord out of fear

All except two: Connor and Travis Stoll, sons of Hermes. Your mom worked for their dad’s company, the Hermes Express, and while others cowered in fear at the chaos surrounding you, they admired it

After you helped them with their prank on the Aphrodite cabin, inspired by your mother’s golden apple, they decided to take you under their wing and hire you

You see, Connor and Travis were in charge of buying supplies from the outside world and bringing them into camp, since they’re two of the few demigods in camp who could drive. As the number of demigods increased, they realised they needed a third person to help them out, and who better than Eris’ daughter? 

Usually, you’d go in pairs for safety reasons. However, both Connor and Travis had gotten sick one day, leaving you alone

“What’re you guys doing? I’ve been waiting for you at Thalia’s tree for ages,” you said, huffing as you sat on the edge of one of the beds in the Hermes cabin, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you looked around the cabin you called home for years until they built one for your mother.

Travis coughed, and that’s when you really took a good look at them. Both their noses were bright red and their eyes were watery, “sorry Y/N, we can’t go with you today,” he said before blowing his nose.

“Oh, okay, we can go some other day then, when you two are feeling better,” you smiled. As you were about to walk out, you heard Connor mumble a faint, “nooo,” stopping you in your tracks.

Turning around, you watched as he laboriously got out of bed and took slow strides towards you. Putting your hands in his, he said, “you have to go. You have to continue our legacy. Besides, Will says the medicine we need ran out. You need to save us before it's too late!”

You blinked, unsure if he was joking or not. To you, he just seemed to have the common cold, “you’re not dying, Connor,” you began, “but really, I can’t go alone, I’ve never done this on my own before!”

Suddenly, you heard the door of the cabin open, and in walked Percy Jackson. He was good friends with the Stolls, having spent a couple nights in the Hermes cabin himself, and wanted to check on them after hearing they were sick

“Perfect! Percy can go with you!” Connor said, and that was that.

The car ride was awkward, to say the least. There you were, daughter of strife herself, driving to a nearby general store with the great Percy Jackson in the passenger seat

You were already a pretty reckless driver to begin with, always going as fast as the speed limit would allow, but with him at your side, you were worse. The more nervous you got, the more rash you became. 

You couldn’t help it though, having always thought Percy was a little cute, keeping your distance simply because you knew you’d never get a chance with him. Unlike all the other people part of the Percy fanclub, you were realistic. Why would he go for you when he could easily have some charming daughter of Aphrodite?

Eventually, you got to the store, and the two of you got out of the car (much to Percy’s delight, he was fighting the urge to vomit but didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of a pretty girl)

As soon as you entered, you felt a feeling of dread wash over you. Percy turned to look at you, and you immediately knew it wasn’t just you. He was feeling it too

You pointed to the right, silently telling him that’s where you were going to patrol, and he headed for the left. The place was eerily empty and quiet, but everything seemed fine on your end. You were about to yell out Percy’s name, when you heard him scream in pain

You ran to where he was, ripping your bracelet off and preparing for combat. The bracelet, a gift from your mother, turned into a beautiful stygian iron spear

In front of you was a Chimera. As soon as it laid its eyes on you, it forgot all about Percy, deciding you were much worthier prey. That’s what you wanted

Although the Chimera’s poison was infecting Percy’s body, he couldn’t help but admire the way you effortlessly moved with your spear, giving the Chimera a run for its money. As the battle got more heated, you seemed to get stronger, the chaos of it all fueling you.

Swiftly, you killed the Chimera, not bothering to watch it disintegrate as you were too worried about Percy

The materials you went out to get were long forgotten and you drove as quickly as you possibly could, desperate to get back to camp before it was too late for him. You’d given Percy some of the ambrosia you kept in the car for emergencies, but he needed proper treatment

You burst into the infirmary and watched as everyone stopped what they were doing. Setting Percy down on a nearby cot, you quickly explained the situation to Will and left, not wanting to be around anymore

It didn’t take much for you to go back though, all you could think about was Percy. You had to check on him. Every day, when campers called it a night and headed for their cabins, you hid yourself in the shadows and made your way to the infirmary

This happened for three nights until Percy woke up on the fourth

“Hey,” you heard a faint voice say. Immediately, you yanked your hand away from Percy’s, your face heating up. He smiled at you, his sea-green eyes twinkling in the dark

“Thanks for saving me back there, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you,” he continued, “you looked really cool with that spear. I could never use Riptide like that,"

Much to your own surprise, you replied, “I could help you, if you want. Swords and spears aren’t too different.” 

Once Percy was deemed healthy, you began your training. At first, you’d just spar, the only words spoken between you being tips you’d give him, but soon enough, you started talking about other things

Percy realised people were wrong about you. Sure, your mother really scared him, but you weren’t her. You didn’t like chaos that caused others pain, you just liked to have a little fun from time-to-time, playing pranks and teasing others

He also realised he liked you. Really liked you. In the past, he would’ve taken his time with asking you out, replaying all the possible scenarios that could happen in his head, but after literally going through Tartarus and back, Percy couldn’t leave things unsaid anymore. So, he asked you out immediately

And that’s the story of how you two began dating

Percy is your #1 defender. He dismantles all the stereotypes people have spread about you and is willing to fight anyone who speaks a single word against you

He introduces you to his friends, and although they’re hesitant at first, they begin warming up to you and soon enough they become your friends too. Next thing you know, the rest of camp becomes accustomed to you as well

Percy couldn’t be happier! You’re the apple of his eye and he loved seeing you light up as you helped around the infirmary (Will had asked you to after realising as daughter of chaos, you could take it away, giving campers some peace of mind as they were being healed)

You two are SUCH a fun couple. You remind Percy of how much fun he used to have as a troublemaker before war stripped him of all enjoyment, so he starts helping you with the pranks you pull on people

He also continues to get supplies with you. The Stolls barely leave camp anymore because as soon as one of them offers to go with you, he’s silenced by the sound of Percy revving up the car

You also make out a lot and everywhere. Being Eris’ daughter, you can’t help but love the thrill of potentially getting caught, and Percy doesn’t mind because he gets to kiss you so it's a win-win situation

Being your boyfriend didn't exclude Percy from your tricks. You would play pranks on him too, though to a lesser degree than what you’d do to others

Your favourites are the subtle ones. Stuff like replacing his camp t-shirt with one a size too small and waiting for him to notice 

“Babe,” Percy said, entering your cabin. Putting your bookmark - a polaroid picture of you and him - in your book, you set it aside and couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Percy.

His hair, once black with a grey streak, was now bright blue. The streak stayed, but you didn’t mind, your job was done. “Do you like it?” You asked, grinning

Percy crossed his arms, holding back a chuckle as he stared at your smiling face. Walking over to your dresser, you opened a drawer and pulled out a small bottle which you threw at him

“This should get rid of it,” you told him. You’d never pull something like that without being sure it was reversible, you knew how it could affect a person’s self-esteem. Percy smiled at your thoughtfulness. He couldn’t believe you were his.

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[papercorgiworld]

You are the prize

Sebastian Sallow

Imelda uses you to convince Sebastian to put in some extra effort for the upcoming quidditch games, but there may be a little misunderstanding about what exactly Imelda promised.

Warning: a little bit of smut, but nothing too bad

I found this. I wrote it months ago, but never posted it. Kinda wanted to post it a few weeks ago, but never did, but since this nice anon asked for more Hogwarts Legacy fics I thought that throwing this online was the least I could do. I find that it's written differently from how I write today, but that can just be my imagination. Also I have no clue how the HL fandom is doing, but Happy readings!

Anne was back. Ominis and Sebastian were as close as ever. All was well. Except for Imelda! Slytherin had had a bad quidditch year. If Slytherin wanted to have a chance of winning the house cup they needed to win the last three games or it would be the greatest Slytherin loss in Hogwarts history.

Sebastian had rejoined the team after Anne came back to Hogwarts, but he still wasn’t on top of his game. Imelda was convinced that if Sebastian focussed more, he could be the game changer. Which is why she was about to make him a deal that he could not refuse. Sebastian and Ominis were on their way to potions when Imelda grabbed Sebastian’s cloak bringing both boys to a stop.

“We have to win the last three games.” Imelda started and Sebastian rolled his eyes. Every training she had made him question why he started playing again. Imelda ignored the eye roll and continued. “Which means that you can’t be messing around anymore during training. And, more importantly, that ‘you’ need to bring in the victories.” Sebastian raised his eyebrows. “I believe you to be the only one that can somewhat keep up with me...” Sebastian was somewhat charmed by the compliment. “If only you put in some effort.” Sebastian rolled his eyes once more. Unbelievable, this woman.

“I’ve been doing my best, Imelda. This just isn’t our year. Two good players can’t win a game.” Sebastian argued annoyed. Imelda huffed. “I’m a ‘great’ player, thank you very much. And! I believe that two players can win a game if motivated.” Sebastian sighed and was about to simply turn on his heels. “I’m going to make you an offer.” Sebastian’s curiosity was stronger than his urge to leave. “I know you have a crush on y/n.” Sebastian’s eyes shot up to Imelda. How did she find out? “How about I arrange something?” Imelda continued and raised an eyebrow.

“So… if we win the next game you’ll arrange something?” Sebastian asked curiously. “If we win the next ‘three’ games, I’ll arrange something.” Imelda corrected. “Three?” Sebastian laughed, but Imelda kept her serious face up. “We win three games and you get something good.” Sebastian crossed his arms. “Good as in *makes kissy face*?” Now Imelda rolled her eyes. “Yes. A little make out session for you… but only if we win all three games.”

Sebastian was definitely interested. “And you can arrange that?” Sebastian questioned. “Yes.” Imelda said and she offered her hand. Sebastian thought about it for a moment, but he couldn’t resist and shook Imelda’s hand. Imelda nodded and left. “Did Imelda just sell off her own friend to win a quidditch game?” Ominis spoke up after witnessing everything in silence. “Three games.” Sebastian corrected with a playful smile on his face.

Imelda was already working on part two of her plan: convincing you. Normally she would believe it impossible to arrange someone for Sebastian, but she knew that you had a crush on him. So she wasn’t really using you, she was helping you. Merlin would be so proud of my scheme, she thought to herself as she walked up to you. “Ready for a game of chess?” Imelda asked you.

Imelda had lost two times in a row. To your surprise she wanted to play a third game. “Third time’s a charm right.” Imelda laughed. You simply smiled, she was acting a bit off today. “How about I throw in my famed potions flash cards.” Your eyes widened. Those could really save your grade. Too good to be true. “What’s the catch?” You asked a bit worried. “If you lose, you might need to kiss a guy.” “What?!” You yelped. You eyed her for an explanation. “In three weeks I might need you to kiss a guy. That is if you lose. If you win you get my potions flash cards.” You pursed your lips as you thought about it. You really needed those cards. “Who’s the guy?” You asked as you considered your options. “Why? Is there someone you would like to kiss?” Imelda asked with a raised eyebrow. “No. Just curious.” You tried to play it cool.

As planned Imelda won and the three weeks passed quickly.

Before the final game started Imelda came up to you in full quidditch gear. “About that game of chess we played three weeks ago…If Slytherin wins, go straight to the Slytherin common room.” Imelda gave you a devilish smile and walked away. You were left somewhat stressed out. Imelda walked towards the Slytherin team and went to stand next to Sebastian. “We win and you get your kiss from y/n.” Imelda said while focussed on the quidditch pitch in front of her. “Making-out session, you mean.” Sebastian corrected. Imelda frowned, did she really promise him that? Well, too late to change terms now. “Yeah, whatever.” She nonchalantly answered.

*** After the game ***

Imelda had pointed Sebastian towards their common room and as excited as Sebastian was to claim his well earned prize, when he stood in front of the door his courage and confidence was nowhere to be found.

His heartbeat was racing as he went down the stairs. You stood there nervously fumbling with the fabric of your tie. You looked up at Sebastian and your face heated up. “W-why are you here?” You stuttered. “I’m here to collect my prize.” Sebastian said suggestively with a smug smile on his face. With fake confidence he walked over to you. “Prize?” You questioned, finally putting together the pieces of Imelda’s scheme.

You snapped out of your thoughts and noticed that Sebastian stood only centimeters/inches away from you. With a gentle finger he lifted your chin up and leaned in. You kissed back softly. You parted after a moment, too quickly for Sebastian’s liking. “So, that’s that.” You said and smiled awkwardly as you took a step back. “Auch.” Sebastian said quietly. “What?” You immediately asked. “Am I such a bad kisser?” You shook your head. “No, not at all.” Sebastian smiled and again closed the space between you two.

“Good, because I was promised a make out session.” He said right before leaning in to kiss you once more. This time you parted your lips slightly and Sebastian was eager to accept the invitation. One hand slipped to your lower back pressing your body against his, while his other hand held your head gently.

As Sebastian parted, he saw hesitation and doubt in your eyes. “I don’t know what Imelda told you, but if you don’t want to do this then you don’t have to.” He stayed close to you but his eyes were sincerely looking for your approval. “Imelda said just a kiss.” You spoke softly. Sebastian’s heart dropped and his eyes showed clear disappointment. “Then let’s leave it at that.” He said as he took a step back and smiled sheepishly.

“It’s not that I don’t want to… uh, kiss and stuff.” You confessed. “I’m - I’m just a bit insecure, I guess.” Sebastian laughed, not the reaction you were hoping for. He cupped your cheek. “There is no reason for you to be insecure. You are a sweet and intelligent witch, and you’re so beautiful.” While he said that last bit he shamelessly traced your figure. “So, do you want to continue?” He asked with a smile tugging his lips. You pulled him closer using his quidditch cloak and kissed him. Your fingers messing up his already messy hair even more.

When you parted for air, Sebastian saw an opportunity to lift you up and place you on a nearby table. He found his way between your legs and pushed himself as close to you as possible. Passionate kisses turned into sloppy ones as you both became more desperate for each other. His lips left yours only to leave more sloppy kisses on your jaw and down to your neck. As he pushed himself even closer you could feel just how hard he was through his pants. You enjoyed the feeling and you spread your legs slightly wider. Your fingers clinging to the fabric of his sweater, while your other hand continues to further mess up his hair. A soft moan escapes your lips, making him kiss you more aggressively than before and presses his forehead against yours. “Y/n, you’re quite the prize.” He says in a husky voice and one of his hands cups your breast. Even though you’re still fully clothed the feeling of his hand and the soft squeeze drives you mad with desire.

“Sebastian, we should go somewhere more private before-” You didn’t need to finish that sentence. Sebastian was more than ready to take you to this room and get rid of every piece of clothing. So he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

However, as Sebastian is about to lead you to his room. The common room door opens and you hear Imelda. “Are you two going to join the Slytherin victory party in the Great Hall?” She eyes the both of you as your guilty faces betray what you were up to. “Sebastian, I see you have collected your prize. So, now both of you come with me. I don’t want to be a godmother in nine months.” She raised an eyebrow and pointed to the exit.

There was no arguing with Imelda so defeated, Sebastian and you head up the Slytherin stairs with Imelda behind you. Along the way to the party Sebastian grabs a hold of your hand and gives you a sweet peck on the lips. Imelda groans and looks at you. “Enough smooching! He helped win three games, not the quidditch world cup.” You smile at Sebastian like a love struck idiot and smirks, holding you close. I won something way better than the Quidditch World Cup.

#slytherin #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow imagine #papercorgiworldwritings #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow x reader

[kasagia]

I just read 'the grudge' and OH MY GOD! I am impressed really. You did such a great job writing it. And the end? It was perfect.

I have a request with a similar dynamic like they were lovers and he cheated and she knows about it (i live for the angst really) then she confronts him and breaks up with him. He isn't very happy about it and wants her back he tries everything but she still refuses to give in to him. So he goes all dark! Coriolanus on her and threatens her with something (her family maybe) and she gives in to him (smutty scene maybe👀). I feel like i talked too much and i am sorry for that. I just want her to be with him against her will ( in public they are the perfect couple and when no one is looking she is miserable and gives him the cold shoulder)

Don't feel obligated to write it if you don't want to. And thank you for feeding us such a great Coriolanus content❤️

Thank you very much! I'm so glad you liked it! 😊🩵🖤🖤🩵 So, tomorrow I'm publishing an oneshot inspired by this request...

And this will be my first time ever writing a true, full-fledged smut scene. 🙈🙈🙈

You will either love it or hate it. 🫣😅 But since tomorrow marks a year since I started writing on Tumblr, I thought why not? There has to be a first time for everything.

BUT... I have an orienting question...

Thank you! 🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵

A fragment from "A powerful man" - which is comming tomorrow..

"If you want her to truly obey you, she must come to you herself. Like a pet. Like a snake. If she sees that your relationship will bring her further benefits, she will come back to you. She's not stupid enough to waste such an opportunity. At least I hope so. You should focus on your campaign."

"I'd like that too. But currently… something else is on my mind." He says, walking over to the tinted window that overlooks the lab. He puts his hands in his pockets and watches you carefully as you work.

"You're wasting your potential. Maybe your children will be wise enough to follow in my footsteps more. One is running for president, and the other is a military chemist. Such a waste."

"Don't worry. One of our children will definitely continue your legacy, you have my word." He assures her, while observing you.

You lean over the table, strands of your hair falling into your eyes behind your safety glasses, as you test another biological weapon on rats. You look hot in that scientist outfit. He grunts, feeling his pants getting a little too tight. He regrets that he never took the opportunity to visit you here...

"It better be that way. And for God's sake, don't stare at her like a love-struck puppy like you did with your tribute from 12. Patience. Or you will have to train her to make her obedient."

"You know I like a challenge, Dr. Gaul." He replies with a sly, cocky smirk and turns his head towards Doctor Gaul once he has calmed down a bit and composed himself.

"Go away now. Your last Hunger Games must be amazing and unforgettable, or I'll tell her what you have planned for her." He laughs at this, shaking his head.

"I appreciate your attempts to intimidate me, but you know I'll be happy with any outcome. Whether it's keeping her on a leash or reshaping her to meet my needs as my future First Lady."

"But we both know which one you would prefer more." They share a sinister smirk. Coriolanus owed her a lot. He's learned many things under her tutelage... things that he uses to make sure you know that your place is always with him.

"As I said, I love a challenge. I will be expecting you as an honoured guest at this year's Hunger Games and my wedding. Of course, right next to my fiancée."

"Don't scare her away, Mr. Snow." She reminds him when he receives a package from her with the latest biological weapon. He will test it at this year's tributes. He smiles, thinking that it must have come from your talented fingers.

"Snow lands on top, Dr. Gaul." He assures her and says goodbye, leaving through a secret passage.

He still had a lot of things to do.

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[gearbox-dollhouse]

So. In light of recent chapters, I've seen a lot of people saying that Izuku is going to permanently lose OFA. While this is a deliciously angsty concept, I disagree with them on it being canon. So here's my evidence for "bkdk are going to be dual holders you idiots".

First, the obvious - Heroes: Rising. With the movie now confirmed to be canon, this means that Izuku has not only canonically transferred OFA and gotten it back, he has done so with Katsuki specifically.

Now, the reason Izuku keeps OFA in that instance is, according to All Might, that Katsuki passed out before the transfer could be complete. However, this answer has always bugged me - why in the world would it work like that? How long does a transfer take, anyway? How long do you have to stay awake? Here's my proposal - All Might was wrong. But I'm going to put a pin in that for now, and return to it later with more evidence.

Next, these two illustrations for the Fantasy AU.

The image on the left depicts All Might wielding a large sword - a representation of One For All. In the image on the right, the sword has changed hands. And who has it, now?

Izuku, yes, but not just Izuku. The sword has been split. And it's none other than Katsuki Bakugou who holds the other half. This is a motif shown more than once in official art and manga panels - something representing One For All being split or shared between Izuku and Katsuki. I'll touch on that more in a moment.

Dual wielders.

Our third piece of evidence is the whole "win to save, save to win" motif.

Not only are Izuku and Katsuki fundamentally a pair, they are the thing that completes each other and pushes the other to be their best. Win to save and save to win, two halves of a true hero. Without each other, they cannot become the "ultimate heroes". They do their best work together.

For our fourth piece of evidence, I bring you this set of panels from Katsuki's revival chapter.

Note the bottom panel in the first image, specifically - Toshinori standing in the background, holding a glowing ball, and little Izuku and Katsuki holding matching glowing balls in the front. The next panel reveals the All Might trading cards they both received, but it's clear that this is not a literal image. This is another example of Horikoshi representing One For All with something else - in this case, the balls of light and the cards. Why else would Toshinori be holding his own glowing orb?

Additionally, in the second image, both Izuku and Katsuki take up roughly the same amount of space on the page. This gives them equal visual weight, and once again gives the impression of equality and balance. Pairing this imagery with the "beginning" part of the "end of an era and the beginning of a new one" bit shows that they will be a duo, continuing on All Might's legacy together.

Our final piece of evidence (for now) is Kuudo's words to Banjo and Yoichi.

Let me call back to my first point. The explanation that Katsuki didn't get OFA because he passed out during the transfer never sat right with me. I don't think that's what happened.

I think One For All chose to stay with Izuku, and this set of panels backs me up. The other holders - some of them, at least - are staying with Izuku, despite him giving One For All to Katsuki. They have enough agency to do that.

One For All is not leaving Izuku.

Kuudo has asked Banjo to stay with Izuku, and Yoichi to watch over him. The quirk isn't leaving Izuku - it's expanding. Kuudo will likely still be within the vestige world himself, but like Banjo staying at Izuku's side to help him, Kuudo will be with Katsuki.

In conclusion (for now);

One For All is and will always be Izuku's quirk. It's just Katsuki's quirk, too, now.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #mha #bnha #mha theory #bnha theory #mha thoughts #bnha thoughts

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do some head cannons involving dark revival bendy and ink demon and the reader, (this takes place after the game and ink demon technically still exists in bendy) -🌕

After ending the last Cycle, you were back in the real world with a certain inky imp at your side.

With Joey's legacy and studio realm in your hands now, you vowed to make things better for everyone still trapped inside.

While you couldn't pull them into your world like you could Bendy, you're able to ease their pain and make living more bearable.

To start, you freed anyone who was regarded as a "Cyclebreaker" and gave the Gent factory back to Tom, Allison, Henry, and Porter so they can build stuff to protect themselves. 

The Lost Ones made improvements on the city--even the ones infused with rainbow ink joined in.

The Keepers also became the pest control for Widows. You hated those mfs and wanted them GONE.

Sammy became their preacher, and Malice got to sing at the bar and be even more beautiful, with a more perfect face.

The Butcher Gang accepted Carley/Slicer as one of their own, too.

As for the Ink Demon, well, he continued to roam the domain as its “ruler”. He still had to feast on ink to make himself strong, so he returned to it often.

In the real world, he always stayed in the Arch Gate Studio--never leaving it since he didn’t want people finding out he exists.

Trauma from the experiments in previous Cycles kept him mute in his smaller form, although you can still hear the Ink Demon’s thoughts in your head sometimes.

Especially when you compliment him on his cuteness.

“Awh, how's that little choo-choo train working, Benders?”

“I will drag you back into the dark puddles if you patronize me again.....but...this wheel might be coming loose, [y/n].”

"I’ll fix it right away!”

Tbh while life is a little bit nicer, Bendy still knows everyone’s suffering because of Joey. It’s not something that can just end with the scribble of a pencil. And until you resolve it and put everyone to rest, he’s gonna be miserable.

But at least you’re trying to fix things, and that’s good enough for him.

You, an unlikely friend who restarted the Cycle for the better, were the change this Studio so desperately needed.

#clanask #full moon anon #batdr x reader #bendy and the dark revival x reader #batdr spoilers #headcanons

[f0xgl0v3]

Octavian headcanons :3

Another round of general Octavian headcanons, family edition! Would first like to state I’m not touching the legacy strands currently because stuff like Augustus Caesar and his demigod status in Pjo and all of that messes stuff up and I need more time to think about that and actually reading ToA and stuff.

Anyways, motivation for the Octavian post is to settle pre-audition jitters. Drama club beauty and the beast production, and auditions are tomorrow :,] gonna have to weasel my way through the singing part and hope my acting carries me the rest of the way through (in the words of Perseus Jackson; if I tried to sing I’m pretty sure it’d cause an avalanche.)

*Update because I’ve been writing this post for a day; we had dance auditions first! Pretty much just seeing where we are in dancing skills for this, it was really chill and fun and vibes were immaculate! Sorry this post is kind of ajifnsdb and I couldn’t get names down for these people, but I’d want to do that after figuring out.. naming work?

But ajdienajdjfneb whatever onto the headcannons!!

Big family, BIIIG family. In my head he has 8 other siblings (he is indeed the eighth child just for my amusement and it works for the little time before I work on how I think New Rome does naming, and I’m not touching that with a 39 and a half foot pole)

Old money family too. They’re descended from Emperors and they’ve managed to continue that legacy and have a family business, aware of Triumvirate holdings, may even have positive work relations.

Octavian is the 2nd youngest, in order his siblings go; 1st eldest, 2 kid, 3 child, 4&5 were twins, then 6,7,8,9. His poor mom has so many kids- but got solid breaks between them, though I don’t want to calculate ages at the moment.

Staring with his youngest sister. It’s Julia, that Julia. The one that’s Terminus’s little ‘assistant’. Octavian likes getting the opportunity to see her more often than most of his other siblings. She’s a little menace but gets away with it, nothing bad though, just mischievous.

Skipping Octavian we go to child 7. Who doesn’t have a name but just got out of the legion a few years ago, and moved out of the legion/New Rome. Bit of a rebel, but just wants to settle down with a family of their own and distance themselves from the family. They had a neutral-to negative relationship with Octavian. Octavian doesn’t like his siblings distance from Rome, and sibling likes Octavian but can’t help worry over him.

Kid 6 would be probably Gaius or something (again. Not about to go think too hard about what is gonna end up being Octavian’s Oc siblings. I can think about them later) he got out honorably after Mt.Tam, I like to think he’s still looking for a job and drifting in that University stage.

Kids 5&4 are twins, fraternal (maybe identical but I want more fraternal twins) and absolutely wild?? Jobs set up probably as something like loan sharks, they help upkeep the family fortune. Think like Ebenezer Scrooge or how Bob Marley are described in Christmas Carol. Taught Octavian everything they knew about blackmail, manipulation, etc. but they’re generally silly. Both usually try to charge people for various scams, think of the cartoonish dealer with the giant trench coat.

Child 3 has their own family and works for Bombillio’s (?) pretty comfortable with life. Fascinated with the mortal realm, slips on trips their parents take for business.

Child 2 and 1 have significantly branched off and live sort of anywhere, I feel like 1 is supervising that outpost in Canada (that’s another Hc I have that I talked about a LOOONG time ago) and then 2 probably lives out with their partner in San Fran and cats.

Okay a sorry I’m a little jittery because it is SNOWING!!!!! Where I am at least but still, SNOWING!! Sorry I couldn’t name anyone but still, wanted to get general family stuff down and writing posts like these calm me down when I’m feeling a bit aaaaaurgh.

Octavian has mostly good relationships with his siblings. Though he feels like he’s the only one really invested in being a citizen of New Rome and upholding the family name.

I’ll probably change around the siblings and their order whenever I decide how their ages work. But I feel they’re all relatively close in age and then Julia is just the odd one out.

His mother is a legacy from a newer family in New Rome, she’s pretty silly and generally just wants the best for her family.

His dad inherited the unnamed, unspecified family business/company and currently runs it, preserved his old crown awards and has them framed in his office, takes his family very seriously.

Okay, I’m working on the rankings research. It’s… a thing, but for now I might just make more of these random little hc posts, in between larger posts and passion stuff y’know?

Also maybe other fandoms? I’m still very much a Pjo person but I still wanna talk about other stuff lol,

Anyway here’s a quick Octavian thing I did, I’m still messing with his design, I feel like this might stick but I’ll still mess around with his hair, but I just wanted to add a little more to this post because it felt… pretty empty lol.

Also possible post on how some of the weapons characters have look? Would love to draw actual referenced things like IVILIS(? Don’t wanna go check but the Juno sword I think- Jason’s sword-) Reyna’s spear sword & dagger. Octavian’s Pilum & dagger, some hc stuff, maybe actual Camp Half-Blood stuff (because I wanna draw Backbiter)

Okay, I think I’m done now :3

#hehe :3 #pjo hoo toa #hoo #hoo headcanon #pjo octavian #hoo octavian #octavian headcanon #octavian pjo #octavian hoo #idk how to tag this #literally wish I could tell you more about his siblings but these are bare bone #forgot about his parents for a second lol #okay bye

[scarlet--wiccan]

Uncanny Avengers just ended. As a Quicksilver fan how did you find it? Anything you would like/like not to see carried over or explored for our favourite speedster going into Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver?

There's not much to say about Pietro's role in the series. I appreciate that it reaffirmed his friendships and good working relationships with the cast members from the previous run of Uncanny Avengers. I think that having him aid the mutant resistance was a really good decision, because A) it cements the fact that he and Wanda are both back on good terms with the mutants and B) it places him back in a firmly heroic role, which, y'know, hasn't always been the case in the last couple decades.

Duggan's character work wasn't exactly stellar in this series, but I think Pietro came across as snarky and catty while still retaining an overall kinder, gentler personality-- with a lot of charm!-- that I would expect from him post-No Surrender. Overall, I don't think he was very different from the version of the character we saw in #1 of Scarlet Witch. His dialogue was a little strange, and he was a bit too friendly and deferent around Steve for my taste, but I think that's a matter of Duggan not having a good grasp on the character's voice. I felt the same way in 2015.

My hope for SW&Q is that Orlando will find time to at least mention the mutant plight and Pietro's work with the resistance. He really glazed over it in Scarlet Witch, but I think if the twin are still grappling with Magneto's legacy, then it needs to come up at least once.

As for Pietro's relationship with Monet.... I could take it or leave it. I think it was really fun, and I like their personalities together, but unless they're in a book like Uncanny Avengers, they lead very separate lives and it might be hard to fit them into each others' stories. (That was kind of the problem with Emily, too, although the fact that the Inhumans just vanished from publication didn't exactly help.) So, if Orlando finds a way to give M a shoutout, that's great, but I would rather wait to see where she's going to land as Fall of X continues before we touch back in with their relationship.

I support this, 100%.

Beyond that, I don't think Duggan added or subtracted anything really important to Pietro's character. It was a good ensemble role for him, and if this team pops up again in Fall of X, I hope he'll be with them. Overall, Uncanny Avengers is one of my favorite landing places for Pietro, so I'm glad he was in this book, and I hope he'll be in the next version, too. Oh, and shoutout to the colorist for adjust his skin tone-- it looked way better by the end of the series.

[WEIRD gray-ass shading aside]

#uncanny avengers (2023) #pietro maximoff #quicksilver

[fastlikealambo]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛.||𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔!𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 2/2

summary:when the targeting of y/n reaches a boiling point, her soon to be lovers feed into their innermost monstrous selves in order to lose themselves in vengeance.

triggering: murder, blood, violence, a bone being put back in place, just dark all around

minors dni, this is not for you.

Part One.

                                                      𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖜𝖔.

“Count of three honey, one, two-”

Nancy’s lips meet your cheek just as Eddie’s rough fingers popped your nose back into place. Turns out it wasn’t broken when you slammed your face into the shower floor and despite the kiss, it hurts like hell.

Everything hurts like hell.

Steve and Eddie vacate the living room for Robin and Nancy to softly wash the blood and dried soap from your body. It was hard not to flinch every time their hands touched your skin but your body knew you desperately needed the gentleness they provided in that moment.

“And we’re done, baby.” Robin whispered, wrapping you in a warm towel while Steve and Eddie returned with clean sweats, ice for your face, and some painkillers.  Once you were dressed and under a few more blankets on the couch, the four gathered around you.

Is this what it felt like to be truly cared for?

“Can you tell us what happened? You can stop at any time if it becomes too much, we’re all here and we just want to help you.” Steve said tenderly.  With Robin’s hand in yours, you sat up a little bit.

“A few weeks into this semester, I had this test in Lit. It wasn’t too bad till I noticed that this guy kept looking at my paper, writing only when I wrote. At first I just thought it was just a coincidence, I mean we were all taking the same test, but he was looking right at me, at my work, not notes crumpled in a bag or written on his arm, my work. “

“What a piece of shit.” Eddie remarked and you couldn’t agree more.

“ I knew how it would look if he turned in his test before I turned in mine, so I finished and well, I let my professor know. The professor went to the dean and it was then that I found out it was Ethan Clairmont who I just turned in.”

“As in Clairmont Library, Clairmont?” Robin asked, eyes widening.

“As in legacy Clairmont, as in The Clairmont Scholarship, as in the biggest donors to Hawkins College since the 17th century. The dean said it was a mistake and that I should take more precautions next time.”

“Precautions? He cheated off you!” Steve exclaimed, kicking a chair with annoyance but Nancy put a hand on his knee and waited for you to continue.

“Ever since that day, Ethan and his friends have been making my life hell, I didn’t think they would get this bad I didn’t think they would-” You stopped for a moment, took a breath, and with Eddie holding your other hand, you continued.

“It was right after you called, Nancy. I was taking a shower and Ethan, Elodie, and her boyfriend  Preston came into the stall and took pictures. They took my towel, my clothes, and they wouldn’t stop taking pictures, I tried to run but I fell and fucked up my face. Ethan said if I went to the dean, he’d spread the photos around. Oh god, what if he brings the pictures to my job?”  You break down at that, the floodgates opening and you begin to cry.

You buried your head in Robin’s chest, missing a look that passed between the foursome, a silent declaration among them.

“He won’t get the chance, I promise you.” Nancy said, squeezing your hand.  

“Why don’t you get some rest? We’ll be right here if you need anything, okay?” Eddie said.

The exhaustion finally overcame you and with your head on Robin’s lap, you drifted off to sleep, safe, at least for now.

They waited before you were completely asleep before Eddie carried you into his bedroom, softly depositing you into his bed. Nancy, Steve, and Robin looked on with warmth knowing they had finally gotten you home, but in the worst way possible.

“They took fucking nude pictures, Wheeler!” Eddie exclaimed, only to be shushed immediately by Nancy.

“We should go to the dean for her, before he can do anything else, show them to anyone else.” Robin offered, chewing on her nails before reaching for Steve’s shoulder to stop him from pacing a hole into the kitchen floor but he only paced faster.

“You heard what she said, the dean will just brush it off and she’ll leave, she can’t fucking leave!” Steve said, tearing at his hair but Eddie pulled him into a tight hug, kissing him on top of his head.

“She’s not going to leave, not if we do this right.” Nancy said, leaning down to kiss Robin deeply before pulling her onto her lap.

Had it not been any clearer, Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie were in love with the harmed woman who slept in relative peace a staircase away.

There was a veil between whom they presented themselves to be for you and their darker halves that thrived in times of anguish and pain.

It was your pain that sang to their darker halves and no one could stop what was about to begin.

It began with Steve.

“I won’t be gone long, just need to run some errands.” Steve whispered to you, kissing you on the forehead before pulling Eddie’s bedspread tighter over your exhausted frame. He descended the stairs and met the others at the door.

“I called Hopper, he was pissed about being woken up but he understood.” Nancy said, handing Steve his swim bag and kissed him on the cheek.

“If he’s there, like I think he will be, you’ll hear the sirens in forty-five minutes.” Steve said, pulling all three of them into a tight embrace and then he was off into the night.

Steve Harrington knew many things.

He knew that on Friday nights, Preston Bamford III liked to swim laps.

Before Preston revealed himself to be just as cruel as his best friend, he would invite Steve and in the silence, they trained together. Like most rich guys, he had managed to get himself a private key to the pool for his own personal use and kept it in the never locked storage room.

He knew that after 8:00 pm, the lifeguard was officially off duty.

From his car parked across the Hawkins College Recreation Center, Steve watched the poorly paid lifeguard shove his belongings into a station wagon, light up a cigarette then floor it out of the parking lot.

You’d think after an early evening of destroying your life, Preston would forgo the laps but like clockwork, his sports car pulled into the lot, flicking the tail end of a blunt out the window.

He knew that if you were under the influence, swimming could be dangerous.

As Preston lazily warmed up and stretched before entering the pool, Steve carefully entered the recreation center, his footsteps quiet and concise. Freshman year, the swim team snuck in for a pool party, teaching Steve how to avoid the camera and for all its grandeur and endowments, Hawkins College had yet to update their security protocols.

As a former lifeguard, Steve spotted the signs that Preston might be having trouble as the laps shortly became less professional, less confident, less focused, his resurfacing for air became much more desperate.

All he had to do was wait.

He knew that once the brain was deprived of oxygen after 4 minutes, Preston could have brain damage.

So Steve held him under the water for 8.

He took a leisurely stroll from the pool, bypassing the phone in the office, the AED behind easy to break glass, all the way to a deserted payphone nearly two blocks away, a frantic call to 911 about hearing splashing from the locked pool before hanging up and walking away.

Soon, glorious sirens rang in Steve’s ears and from his vantage point he was treated to the sight of Preston Bamford III on a gurney surrounded by paramedics desperately trying to resuscitate him.

Preston would never be able to taunt anyone again, much less form a coherent sentence.

His copies of your pictures he had planned to show the rest of the team on Monday vanished from his swim locker.

A few days later, it was Robin’s turn.

Elodie St. James stopped by the campus coffee shop after visiting her soon to be ex-boyfriend Preston in the hospital.

“I’ll have my usual, I trust you know it by now?” Elodie snipped at Robin before turning back to her friends.

Robin did know her drink, mocha latte with extra whip and another one to go as she ordered every single day and Robin had wondered at times if one day Elodie would simply come behind the counter and make it herself.

She also wondered if Elodie knew that you hadn’t gotten out of bed in days because of her.

Robin went to work making both drinks with a smile before handing them over.

“I asked for chocolate syrup and whipped cream.” Elodie said, shoving the drinks back at Robin, causing them to slosh all over her uniform and for Elodie’s friends to barely cover their laughter. 

“But you didn’t ask for-”

Robin’s manager came forward, annoyed at Robin’s mistake.

“We’ll get those out to you in a minute, on the house.” He said before turning to glare at Robin quickly making the drinks himself.

“So sorry for the wait.” He said with a slimey smile, handing the drinks to Elodie.

“I completely understand, it’s just so hard to get good help these days.” Elodie said in a breezy tone, turning on her heel, friends and drinks in tow.

Elodie finished the first drink and was halfway through the second when her stomach felt funny.

It was only a few minutes before Elodie was on her knees in the quad, clutching her pretty pink throat, her pink coat soaked in vomit and blood.

Robin didn’t forget about her chocolate syrup and whipped cream, in fact she counted on it. Cameras only show her boss making the drinks, not forgetful little Robin.

Elodie said it herself.

It’s just so hard to get good help these days.

As Elodie St James turned blue in front of the watching quad, no one noticed Robin slipping into Elodie’s fallen bag and stealing her camera.

“How is she?” Robin asked Eddie when she met him on the porch,chainsmoking, hands trembling with nerves or the cold was something unknown to Robin until she sat right next to him and he pulled the blanket over both of them.

“She’s in bed with Steve and Nancy, won’t eat, just sorta lying there, I hate it, I hate not being able to do shit.” Eddie admitted.

“You’re doing all you can, we’re all here for her.” Robin said softly.

There was something Eddie could do and a week later, he did.

A few days before, Nancy and Eddie went to your dorm with your key to pick up some of your stuff.

Bethany Astor’s side of the room was pristine.

Your side of the room had been trashed.

Pictures smashed, your stuffed animals torn apart, school books with pages missing.

That was enough for Eddie.

Everyone knew Bethany Astor’s car, a jet black bugatti, that she drove far too fast through campus. Her parents had attempted to buy two single dorm rooms on campus for her but Hawkins wouldn’t allow it which led you to becoming her unfortunate roommate.

And so Eddie would wait.

Like all people who grew up with money, Bethany believed herself to be invincible and left her very expensive car in the dorm parking lot, daring anyone to touch it.

Eddie would dare.

Eddie liked to believe he had none of his old man’s traits after all these years but being particular with cars was one he never quite shook. In the early morning, he took to Bethany’s car like an artist to a canvas and when he was finished, the car bore no mark of him ever bearing near it.

That night after pregaming in her dorm room, the room she constantly locked you out of, the room, Ethan convinced her to lock you out of the night of the incident, she took a drive to Ethan’s house for promised payment in coke.

Halfway through the short drive, her precious car flipped, not once, not twice, but three times.

As Bethany crawled through her broken window, she screamed for help, but no one was there to hear.

Except Eddie.

“Help me, help me please!”

But did Bethany help you?

As Eddie turned and walked away, her cries became fainter and fainter.

This was her payment.

Nancy saved Ethan Clairmont for last.

She left her lovers on the couch sleeping in a pile around you, pausing the rented movie before heading out to the small shed in the backyard. It had taken some time for the pieces of her plan to come together but on a foggy afternoon, they were put in motion.

Nancy kept her guns in the locked shed that only she had the key to, wearing it around her neck at all times. Before today, she had only opened it to clean the guns months ago, and kept it locked ever since.

She took the hunting rifle from its rack and loaded it concisely and safely before putting it in the trunk of her car.

This wasn’t supposed to be her plan at all,  in fact she had something entirely different in mind when a phone call with her father, an avid hunter, revealed that he had hunted with Henry Clairmont and his son, Ethan, recently.

The specifics weren’t important but her father’s bragging of a hunt with the father and son in the coming week drove it home for Nancy.

Like her lovers, all she had to do was wait.

Like the deer they hunted, Ethan had no idea what awaited him in the woods.

Ted, Ethan, and Henry had been chasing after a buck and the father and son heard movement in one direction while Ted went in the other.

A rabbit caught Ted’s eye and as he raised his own gun, he heard a shot and a scream.

He came upon a Shakespearean scene of Henry cradling Ethan, a hole in his back.

“My boy, I shot my boy!” Henry cried out.

As Ted helped carry a dying Ethan to the car, he missed his own daughter exiting the woods.

Nancy Wheeler was a lot of things.

A daughter, a lover, a journalist.

But most importantly in this moment, Nancy Wheeler was a damn good shot.

The four horrible tragedies that befell these bright and wealthy students were all anyone could talk about.

Preston Bamford III.

Elodie St. James.

Bethany Astor.

Ethan Clairmont.

Your photos and all evidence of them lay burning in the fireplace you were curled up asleep in front of as Nancy, Eddie, Robin, and Steve looked on in adoration.

“She’s safe now, no one will ever hurt her again.” Nancy said softly.

Truer words had never been spoken.

The end! I hope you enjoyed it :) If you have requests for the fruity four, just let me know.

#nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #the fruity four x reader #the fruity four x black!reader

[idiacide]

Howdy do~! I’ve got a fluff/angst headcanon in mind: The dorm leaders’ (including Jamil’s) fem! s/o suddenly wakes up screaming in the middle of the night because of a traumatic nightmare of them Overblotting. As she wakes up, she tearfully tells them she’s scared of losing them a second time. How do they comfort her? Please and thanks!

Since we haven't gotten a canon overblot for Idia or Malleus yet (CHAPTER 6 SPOILERS especially since Idia look like his might be a fusion with his brother if not just. Ortho.) I'm gonna be leaving them off of this

Riddle Rosehearts: -Riddle has his own nightmares about the Overblot. He's a person who values control so so aggressively, and in that moment he almost lost it enough to destroy everything he holds dear. Including you. Its not uncommon for him to wake up with his own cold sweats.

-His solution is, once you're past blind panic, to get some tea for the both of you and talk it over. Riddle always handles you gently, is always so careful of your emotions that at times its like he's afraid you'll shatter to pieces. At times like this, though, its a blessing.

-(If things are really bad: playing with the hedgehogs always makes him feel calm. He is not above breaking the rules to bring them into bed for a little while)

-He'll apologize as many times as you can bear to hear (and even a few times you can't), but most of all he wants to reassure you that he's not the person who went that berserk. He's learning how to rely on others. While he has you, has Trey, has Cater and Ace and Deuce and all the rest. He has the support he needs to keep from slipping again.

-He doesn't begrudge you the time you need to feel safe, and is here to walk you through it for as long as it takes. Its the least he can do.

"There's never been a darker moment in my entire life, and I can't express enough remorse that this was how you had to see me. But you were my light even then, and continue to be. Believe in me the way I believe in you, and I promise those fears will someday disappear."

Leona Kingscholar: -Leona's way of coping with the Overblot. Is to functionally pretend it never happened.

-Not to say he doesn't have regrets. He does, especially towards you and Ruggie. It was one of his lowest moments and he's not proud of how he treated anyone involved just to protect his damn ego. But he's the kind of guy who wants to show you who he is, not tell you. You find the apologies in the day to day actions, in the little ways he looks out for you and puts in the effort to do better, to distance himself more and more from the guy who did that.

-All this to say, when you wake him up screaming, he's pissed for reasons that have nothing to do with his sleeping hours being interrupted. Teeth-grinding furious at himself, at Crowley, at Falena, at everything that has the slightest bit to do with why you're covered in sweat and bawling like a wounded cub.

-His instinct is to pin you down, hold you under himself until you're calm enough to absorb what he says. Head tucked into his shoulder as he hushes you, and an unusually gentle hand carding through your hair while he mumbles for you to breath.

-He's not a guy for promises. Too much in life is uncertain. But when you've managed to relax a little, he can't stop himself from making a few. The King of Beasts was known for his tenacity, for his refusal to turn back in the face of adversity. In this case, he'll make sure he carries that legacy with everything he's got in him.

"Counting me out already, herbivore? Rookie mistake. You're not gettin rid of me that easy. So get some sleep, alright? I'm never gonna let that happen. To you or to me."

Azul Ashengrotto: -Azul was so far down the barrel of an honest to god nervous breakdown during his Overblot that he's managed to block most of his memories of the event. The tweels are more than happy to regale him with the gory details, mortifyingly enough, but other than a lingering sense of panic he doesn't have much to emotionally attach to the memory.

-Thus, he's a little ill-equipped for when you wake up screaming. He's ashamed of what happened, of course, and more than a little spikey when reminded of it. But ultimately, he's an otherwise very talented and disciplined magician. Those were extraordinary circumstances, do you honestly think so little of him as to assume he'll fall prey to it again?

-Fortunately, the larger part of his brain understands that your reaction comes from a place of love, not condescension. Once you're past the worst of it, he gently suggests coming with him to the Lounge kitchens to let him fix you something to eat.

-He's primarily focused on distracting you for a while, making light conversation and generally trying to keep your mind off of it while he prepares your food. Once you've eaten enough and he's certain your reasonably calm, he'll lean into you, stroking your back gently as he kisses your cheek.

"I'll do what I must to alleviate those fears of yours. But don't trouble yourself worrying for me. With you at my side, I am more than ready to face any challenge this world could offer."

Jamil Viper: -Jamil has. A lot of unaddressed issues around his Overblot. Its been better for him to have everything out in the open. There's a catharsis in feeling like he can speak his mind to Kalim, in cutting himself free from the expectations of his parents to excel where he can. And yet the thing that nags at him is that the material conditions haven't changed. His family is still in servitude. He will still have to wrestle with Kalim's position over him, maybe even for the rest of his life.

-All this to say that there's a lot of resentment that surges up in him when he's reminded.

-His focus remains on calming you, holding you close and stroking your head as he hushes you. His body rocks in time with yours, and the smell of him is incredibly calming.

-Though not everything has been fixed, he tells you he has no interest in returning to that state again. Not knowing how deeply it hurt you, not knowing what he almost lost. He's learned taking steps like that don't solve anything, they just drive the people that do care away from you.

-He is happy, truly happy, by your side. And that is never something he takes lightly.

"Treasure like yourself are too rare to squander, and I am too conscious of their value to give them up lightly. I've made you doubt so much. But never doubt my love for you, or how far I will go to make sure it stays secure."

Vil Schoenheit: Like Azul, the primary emotion Vil feels regarding his Overblot is largely embarrassment. Such an amateur move, to allow himself to be overcome like that, and its only made more humiliating by having the one he values so dearly see him at his worst.

-Still, though, he understands immediately where the fear stems from. He is still, at the end of the day, himself. He's still far too driven for his own good, still prone to fixate on his own ideals of perfection. With that in mind, its only natural that you would worry.

-Vil relaxes best in a luxurious bath, and if you're interested he's happy to draw one up for the both of you. Never one to skip out on the luxuries, he somehow manages to find rose petals and candles at this time of night. Despite your earlier fears its hard to feel too nervous submerged in warm water and watching his beautiful face reflect the glow of the firelight.

-He waits till you're both in the bath to talk it over. He's quite calm throughout, helping you identify the root of the fear and follow it until its logical conclusion, while prompting you here and there to ask if there's something he can do currently to set your mind at ease.

-Mostly, though, he's content to spoil you for the evening, gentle attention paid to your skin, your face, everything about you is doted on and cared for with practiced grace. He goes on until you're so relaxed that he has to scold you about not falling asleep in the tub.

-Wrapped back in fresh pajamas and ready for bed, he murmurs one final assurance while your consciousness holds on.

"I've been too careless with your heart before, and I don't make the same mistake twice. I may not deserve it. But for the love you have for me, trust me to do better. And sleep well."

#a post where im nice to vil? #be still my beating heart #happy late birthday #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #riddle x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #jamil x reader #vil x reader #overblot nightmares #headcanon

[t-he-art-of-beauty]

so. doctor who thoughts? doctor who thoughts.

I was leak-spoilered against my will, at least super vaguely, and I gotta say I was worried. Because I am a sucker for traumatic painful catharsis. For sobbing and not feeling okay. For having to sacrifice something I love for the story to go on. And I was worried it would be too meta or too obviously based on out-of-universe/out-of-story decisions and pull me out of the story.

but I have to say despite going into it a little bit apprehensively I came out of it wholeheartedly having enjoyed it. It was really really well executed. It was fun! I teared up, I giggled, I was scared and tense. Despite having been spoilered I believed and felt the intensity of the moment where fourteen gets hit by that beam, David’s performance dragged me with it into this moment hitting despite knowing it likely wouldn’t last. His confusion and realization hit. And Fifteen comforting him like that? Unmade me. I’m here now. It’s okay.

I really think there’s a lot to what I’ve seen others write about: With RTD’s life experiences his interest in and perspectives on the kinds of stories he wants to tell might have shifted. Nine and Ten explored trauma and repression and always running and the myriad of “I’m fines” in such visceral ways. Now, throughout the specials, we got Donna calling it out over and over again. Trying to reach him, trying to make him stop. Fourteen, already much softer and more expressive, still running, and yet more glimpses of confronting the weight of it all and what that means for him. And now, this. Healing, as a central theme, this explicitly.

I’m still unsure about the actual bigeneration mechanics and I wonder if (and hope) it’s going to be explained more. Does Fifteen have all the memories of Fourteen healing and resting and retiring and that’s the reason why he’s so integrated and carefree and light now? Is it basically a “preemptive regeneration” so the Doctor can keep on chugging along and saving the world? Did the Doctor split off the regeneration that was suffering the worst under the trauma (subtitles post bigeneration referring to Tennant!Doctor as Ten?) And basically excised the pain as a separate regeneration who gets to retire now?

I’m not sure what I actually want here. I’m trying not to want anything, because I want to like this story and continue liking it and knowing myself the best way to get there is to trust that it will take me somewhere and go with the flow.

I have to say though, I am still. Very much. A sucker for trauma and pain and whump, so there is a slight worry that Fifteen will not feel like a continuation of that post-time-war NuWho legacy that I latched onto with the show, as someone who doesn’t really know ClassicWho. But I also love love love Ncuti and his energy and charm and presence I could see in this episode so maybe it’s time to rearrange my expectations for where this will go and open myself up to falling in love with a very different kind of character. Who knows what will happen. Who knows how this character will look back onto and relate to the memories and experiences he has integrated and healed from. I mean that’s the thing about trauma, it never truly gets to the point of “as if it never happened”, it changes you and the healing from it does just as well. I’m sure RTD knows that, I hope it will be acknowledged and addressed, but even if it isn’t I think I’m open to see where it goes right now.

Because even if NuNuWho stops satisfying my doctor-specific hunger for whump and associated hurt(/comfort), with the slate of queer talent in front of and behind the camera and the commitment to be political RTD has already shown (even if he’s fumbling in slightly strange ways here and there) it might just start feeding a very different kind of hunger. NCUTI SAVE ME NCUTI. well.

#doctor who #dw spoilers #fifteenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #the giggle #rtd #david tennant #ncuti gatwa

[the-kcm-muggleborn]

Kind For You

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy

O/C: Sebastian Sallow x Edwart Thompson x Ominis Gaunt ✨️platonic✨️ (My OC)

Warnings: None

Word count: 1136

Chapter 2

Part 1

Edwart was waiting in front of Professor Fig's class taking a cat nap. As expected he didn't get much sleep after yesterday's events. He was exhausted but the sleep he experienced wasn't as satisfying as he had hoped.

Suddenly something had awoken him and unfortunately, it wasn't Professor Fig.

“What are you doing here?” a familiar tad too cheery voice with a hint of amusement woke him up.

“Sebastian…” Edwart spoke quietly, not opening his eyes “Why are you disturbing my peaceful sleep?”

Sebastian smirked at the delivery of that line.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Merlin knows the pretty boy needs his beauty sleep ” 

Edwart smiled a little bit and stretched his limbs while he opened his eyes

“I'm waiting for Professor Fig.” He explained while getting up. “He sent me an owl and now I'm just waiting”

Sebastian lifted an eyebrow and before he spoke Edwart interrupted him.

“No questions like that.” He put his hands on his face in a tired manner. “He just needed to talk to me but looks like he’s running late. I'll explain everything when I can. ”

Sebastian nodded 

“Anyway, what are you doing here?” Edwart continued. “Wouldn't you rather sleep at this hour?” 

Sebastian smiled mischievously.

“Well, I just came from the library. At this hour Madam Scribner doesn't pay as much attention to the surroundings. It’s easier to slip into the restricted section that way” he finished his sentence with a proud grin.

Edwart certainly didn't expect that. 

“Restricted section you say..? And? Found anything interesting there?” 

 “Well well look who finally got interested in the right topics” Sebastian’s grin reached his eyes 

“I’m here-” Profesor Fig interrupted, looking out of breath. “I apologise for being late. Let's talk in my office, shall we?

“I’ll see you later Sebastian” Edwart quickly waved and followed Professor Fig.

“How are you? I heard about the troll attack! Are you sleeping better?” Professor Fig asked with worry

“Not really but thank you for your concern” Edwart smiled lightly “Now what was so urgent Professor?”

“I found something…” Professor Fig started

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“Yes Profesor Fig indicated a certain urgency to you completing your defensive magic assignments.” Professor Hecat stated “ As such. You are to learn Incendio, the Fire-Making spell”

“Understood Professor” Edwart stated flatly.

“But before we get started. I’d like you to head to the clocktower and find a young Gryffindor named Lucan Brattleby, he’ll know what to do and I suppose you’ll understand soon enough too.” Professor Hecate said firmly “ When you’re finished come and see me. Then we shall begin working on Incendio.

“Yes Professor” Edwart answered with politeness and headed out.

“Seems that duelling club, Sebastian was on about isn’t as secret as he believes” Edwart thought with a smirk “At least now I don’t have to worry about getting into trouble for practising if a Professor is advising it.” 

While Edwart was walking towards said place he got jumped by a weird colourful loud ghost floating through the walls leaving a wet puddle after him. “The Hell?” Edwart thought “What in Lord’s name was that?” Finally, he reached his supposed destination and found an all too familiar Slytherin, leaning on a metal gate.

“Well, well… I see you changed your mind about the club?” Sebastian asked with a grin

“Hardly.” Edwart answered with a smirk “I’m looking for Gryffindor named Lucan?”

“Lucan Brattleby? Yeah, he runs this show. He’s just over there.” Sebastian pointed “Either way, glad you could make it.”

Edwart stepped away in the direction of a boy, Sebastian pointed to

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‘’So it wasn’t pure luck in the Defence Against The Dark Arts class I see” Sebastian grinned “You’re quite a duelist!”

“Hmph.” Edwart breathed out tiredly “You’re not too bad yourself Sallow..”

Sebastian felt his smile spread at the look Edwart shot him. Finally, Sebastian saw some friendly competitive traits sticking out of the new fifth year. He could see Edwart was starting to warm up to Hogwarts' environment. 

“Anyway, as much as it was fun putting other students to the ground with you” Edwart spoke playfully “I have to go. I have other things to attend to so I’ll see you later” 

“Sure, later” Sebastian replied with a small smile

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“Sebastian! There you are!” Edwart said a little out of breath 

Sebastian turned around when he heard a familiar voice.

“There you are. Have you missed me that much in my brief absence? Sebastian almost sang with his voice

Edwart playfully rolled his eyes. “No, I need your help…”

Sebastian looked at him with slight surprise. Edwart asked him for help. Straight-forward? Interesting…

“I need to get inside the Restricted section. Earlier today you were bragging about going there. I assume it wasn't your first time..”

Sebastian didn't know if he was more astonished or intrigued by a request to sneak into the restricted section by nobody else than Edwart. A student that presents himself as a goody two shoes. But maybe Sebastian judged him far too soon…

“No” Sebastian finally spoke with a small grin “It wasn’t my first time and I will gladly be your guide through the dark restricted section and I'm guessing no questions would be answered if I asked?”

“Indeed, I apologise” Edwart smiled thankfully 

“Alright then. Meet me outside the Library tonight. And tell no one.” Sebastian lowered his voice

“What will happen if we're caught in the Restricted section?” Edwart matched Sebastian's voice

“Detention no doubt.” Sebastian answered surely “But don't worry about that. We'll thread carefully just, avoid Peeves the poltergeist.” 

“Who?” Edwart asked 

Sebastian chuckled 

“That very colourful ghost that always floats about very loudly. You've probably seen him by now.” 

“Ah. That. I saw him floating about and leaving a puddle of water after him.” Edwart answered with a slightly confused face. “Is he..? Always like that?”

“I’m afraid so. he’s a pain most of the time” Sebastian spoke with a half grimace, half smile.

“Ugh. I just remembered something. I have to go. I’ll see you tonight Sebastian”

 Just like that before Sebastian got a chance to answer. Edwart was gone. From what it looks like the new student was always on the run, always having a responsibility waiting for him. Sebastian didn't envy him for that.

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Thank you so much for reading CHAPTER 2 of my fanficion. I hope you enjoyed it! We're getting into the Resrticted Section! Uh Oh! Wonder what will happen... ;}

English is not my first language, sorry keep that in mind:)

Part 2

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[lgchangyul]

blossom here back with a second muse and here i'm introducing song hangyul, a trainee since july 2020 and hoping to debut as an actor ! here is his profile and here are some brief connections i have, though i'll have more under the read more below ! as usual, if you'd like to plot, give this a like and i'll message you to plot ( i'd prefer to plot on discord or twitter as tumblr shadowbanned junkyu's account and i'm traumatised ;'; ) edit: feel free to add me on dscord at minipochacco or follow me on twtter 94joobebe if you want to plot ! i'm scared to message everyone in case this account gets sh*dowbanned.

background

introducing song hangyul, born on 31st december 1998 and wanting to debut as an actor !

he was born and raised in jeju until moving to seoul in 2001 ( when he was 3 ).

ex taekwondo athlete, gave it up in order to pursue what he really wanted to do.

his parents weren't too happy about it because they wanted him to continue with taekwondo, but his heart always leant more towards acting, but eventually after a lot of begging and pleading, they let him pursue acting instead.

not too long after, his parents split up simply because the romance just wasn't there anymore, which wasn't a bad thing for hangyul because they were both still actively in his life, just with some adjustments.

studied hard and did well in school, enrolled to uni to study acting, finished uni. auditioned for legacy in july 2020 and passed, becoming a trainee !

he didn't want to rush any opportunities that came up and instead wanted to focus more on enhancing his skills which is why he didn't rush into moving to the acting path ( yet ).

personality

he's a very sweet guy with a pretty playful side, he's a chill guy and outgoing, really that kind of guy who will offer you his shoulder if you need to cry. he's really carefree, he see's the beauty in the little things in life and i think that's what makes him so endearing too??? things like watching the sunrise, a cup of coffee in the morning, seeing the morning buzz of people heading to work etc, things like that easily make him smile.

honestly, he's a hopeful guy?? and i think that can make him come across as a little bit naïve, some people might think he's silly for seeing the world in such bright, lovely colors when it's not always like that.

a mommas boy fr, after his parents split up, he always made sure she was doing okay. he'd cook a lot for her or help out with cooking, he essentially was like a rock to her.

cares a lot about the people close to him, and he'll show it through ways like acts of service. you'll know if you're someone close to him.

he's hard working and believes that hard work pays off, and he's not the type of person to step on others to get what he wants. he wants to do things properly, the right way and earn his way up rightfully.

he's kinda clumsy, he breaks something at least once a week and he'll apologise 80 times and feel bad about it for the next week too.

he is NOT a night owl, the latest he'll sleep is like.. midnight, he loves waking up in the morning because to him, every morning is a brand new day with new opportunities !

essentially, he's like that person you want in your life, simply because he's so hopeful and uplifting and being around him is just.. inspiring and motivating.

random, brief plots

flower garden friends / hangyul loves flowers, another thing he see's beauty in and he loves visiting flower gardens and things like that, so someone who also loves flowers or visiting flower gardens. perhaps they found a shared interest and decided to visit together, or they simply bumped into each other there. minjun.

reality check / someone who maybe hasn't had it easy, has had a difficult life and knows how hard and complicated the world can be, perhaps they're annoyed at how optimistic hangyul can be and try to give him a reality check ( or this could be adjusted where hangyul tries his best to show your muse that the world can be an enjoyable place too ).

close friends / when hangyul joined legacy, he struggled to settle in a bit because it was all so new to him, and perhaps your muse was one of the first friends he made here.

under the facade friends / someone who's seen hangyul down, unlike himself and saw how he really can be when he's his his usual, bubbly, happy and uplifting self. maybe your muse knows how he is usually, or your muse doesn't know what he's usually like. someone who's seen that side to him that he rarely ever shows ( more so because he doesn't get like that often ).

soulmates / quite literally, hangyul's person. best friends. platonic soulmates. two peas in a pod, the one person he'll show all sides of himself to without a worry that your muse will judge him. jinyoung.

blind date / a fun plot where perhaps their parents set them up on a blind date at some point. whether they knew each other prior to the date or not can be discussed.

issues / someone who just has an issue with hangyul for whatever reason. he has no clue why, and even though he's usually always kind and carefree, it bugs him that your muse has a distaste for him and he wants to know why.

events

trainee mission 015

traditional korean games: open, open educational video: open reflection solo: to be completed

#plot call. #intro. #(( phew hello x

[belaprus]

Dottore x reader: being his assistant (pt.5)

He was looking at you with an unusual smile on his face. For a moment you were tempted to exit the room and enter again, just to be sure you weren't having hallucinations of some sort. As you were pondering about what kind of drug he had used lately, he unexpectedly talked first:"I guess you were right. I'm no kid anymore", he said while relaxedly laying back on his chair. You had a gut feeling this was going somewhere you didn't want to. He continued:

"I can take care of myself, and I'll make sure to do so. No more ruin guard incidents will happen from now on. But, you know..."

'Yup, this is definitely going somewhere', you thought.

"I would need just a tiny bit of your help. Just some... ingredients, would be perfect for my research. And since you're so relatable, I wouldn't mind you being my assistant"

'Is this supposed to be an upgrade or something?' You cut off his coaxings: "You got no shame at all, do you?"

"Probably so. Does it sound even?"

'Not at all, but I guess I'll just go with it. I don't wanna have any mental breakdowns on him. Besides, it's just ingredients... nothing I can't get my hands on, as a Fatui' "Alright. What do you need?"

Next thing you knew, fucking 11th Harbinger was swinging his polearm at you, thunders falling from the ceiling and your little ass moving frantically to avoid premature death. Honestly, Childe could have just given you some of his Shards of Foul Legacy in exchange for mora and you would have called it a deal, but he wasn't the type to let you go without a fight. Plus, he was never short of mora. This was way more difficult than defeating a ruin hunter: you were at a strong disadvantage, with your visions being of pyro and electro, while his electro and hydro definitely got the upper hand, one of them even being a delusion. It was ridiculously unfair. At some point, you started to wonder if Dottore had sent you there to get you indirectly killed. And you knew it couldn't have been that far from the truth.

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He was fidgeting with a pen, a paper listing all of the ingredients in front of him. The clock marking the passage of time was getting him so impatient: what was taking her so long? Just as he was about to go out to smoke, the door opened before him. He was trying so hard not to laugh at the woman in front of him:

"What's with the messy hair? Did you end up fucking him?", he couldn't resist on saying.

She was silent, but if eyes could kill he would have been done for in an instant.

He continued "Come on! If you can't manage him, how are you gonna deal with me? Need I remind you-"

"Tartaglia was sent by Pantalone", she talked with a flat tone, a slight frown on her face, eyes still trying to flash deadly laser beams at him.

"And Pantalone was sent by me. Right? Now you're starting to see what real power is"

He liked this new situation so much: she was fierce, but still obedient. What was even more funny to him was that she wouldn't even do it because of power: she definitely had a thing for him. He could do whatever he wanted with her, exploiting her emotions... Or else. There was so much he had in mind since the day she had shown her soft spot. He could have patiently poked on it, just like she'd done before, but he wasn't a man of patience at all.

"Oy! Get your mind off the clouds of Celestia and help me!"

As always, he was thinking too much.

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"Here are your ingredients", you handed him a box containing all of your hard work and the remaining shreds of your soul. Normally, you would have expected a Grammy Award for all the effort it took, but obviously this wasn't the case.

"Aww, thanks."

'Well, at least he didn't say anything weird', your naïve head was thinking until he spoke again:

"Only one thing: call me Master, next time"

'...THIS FUCKING BITCH'

"AS IF", you spat out as he was laughing so loud at you while taking the box into the other room. If you had a mirror, though, you would have noticed the blushing mess you had become. What a pity neither of you had one.

By the end of the day, you were utterly exausted. While listing other ingredients and designing new schemes for his evil plans, he liked to provoke you from time to time. Despite you ignoring him, he kept on until you heard him say:

"Don't be so dramatic. Childe is strong, but not the strongest. If you want to be of use here, you gotta be stronger than this, little girl"

And that 'little girl' was enough to break the spell:

"I'm no little girl"

"Well, compared to me, you are"

"I. Am. No. Little. Girl."

"Maybe 'assistant' would be more suitable?"

Your gaze darted towards the clock: time was up by less than a minute. Usually, you wouldn't care about time, not even with your patients before you had joinined the Fatui... But now was the perfect moment to start. You ignored him yet again and started to pack your things. He was looking at you through the whole process as if expecting something, the smile from before still painted on his face. It was when you were by the door that the expected moment had arrived:

"See you tomorrow, my little assistant"

You shouldn't have focused on his eyes, not even for a brief moment, because you could swear you'd seen him wink at you. And you knew that thought would hunt your dreams for the next nights to come.

#il dottore #dottore x reader smut #dottore x reader #dottore #fatui #fatui harbingers #not safe for what #genshin impact

[seriouslycromulent]

OK. I'm Officially 4 Episodes In On Night Court ...

I tried to hold off on giving any type of proper review because every new series (or reboot of a series) needs a grace period in order to find its feet, introduce its characters, and establish itself.

Although Night Court didn't have to establish itself the same way the original series did in terms of its premise, it has the bigger hurdle of trying to distinguish itself from its original without tarnishing its legacy or failing to deliver on its promise.

It may be too soon to say whether the new Night Court is a bona fide hit, but I think its just enough time to say that its definitely not tarnishing any legacy of the original.

As much as I loved the 9 seasons of the original formula, I think one of its greatest assets was the cast, which if you recall changed quite a bit in the first 4 seasons of the show. And with each of those 4 seasons, it continued to be as smart as it was hilarious because the characters were unapologetically honest and absurd.

And that's what Melissa Rauch has managed to achieve here with the newest batch of misfits 30 years later. Like its predecessor, each character on this new iteration feels indeed an original. There's no "new Mac" or "new Roz" or "new Bull." Everyone is a completely new character with their own distinct personality with precious little in common with their 1980's counterpart other than their job function.

And that includes ... oddly enough ... Dan Fielding. The one guy who could technically get away with having the same personality. Except ... he can't.

As much as fans of the show loved the lecherous, arrogant reprobate that Dan Fielding perfected, no true fan wants to see him still be that guy 30 years later, not having since married and buried the love of his life, not with a head full of white hair and a beard reminiscent of a kind college professor we once knew. This 2020s-era Dan Fielding is proof that even the most debased humans we know can change for the better. At least in matters of the heart.

Sure. He can still be quick with a smart retort or a gleeful smirk of schadenfreude. He wouldn't be Dan Fielding if he didn't do that from time to time, but he is also a new character in many ways. He's grown in ways that Harry, Mac and Christine never would've believed if they were here to see it. And as a result, he fits in perfectly with this new cast and their new trials (pun intended) & tribulations.

Since this post has already gone on a bit longer than I planned, I'll just say that I don't dislike any of the cast members so far. Everyone seems to be developing at a reasonable pace. The prosecutor got to shine a little bit more in this last episode (which I appreciate because she was veering a little close to the "all work and no play" stereotype we sometimes see assigned to successful women).

I think Lacretta as the bailiff is doing a wonderful job, and I believe they made the right choice for now going with the one bailiff instead of two. I'm enjoying the court clerk's well-earned neuroticism. It feels reasonable given the nature of his job and the stage of his life at this time.

As for Judge Stone? I'm enjoying everything she's doing. No, she's no Harry T. Stone, but I totally buy her as Harry's daughter, even though I think the math is off a little in order for this show to align with the ages of the new Judge and Dan. Oh well. Who cares!

Melissa is doing a fine job as producer and star. And she got me to cough up $5 for yet another streaming service, so I guess she knows a thing or two about these things.

Not going to lie. I'm still largely watching this for John Larroquette, but I'm glad that I decided to check out the show. And I hope others give it a chance and follow suit. It just may surprise you. ☺️

#night court #new night court #fandom #john larroquette #melissa rauch #lacretta #india de beaufort #kapil talwalkar

[wildkitte]

Creusa must die

I have been a little bit obsessed with Creusa’s character ever since I first translated Aeneid in my first ever text course in university 5 years ago (dear god). Her disappearance, Aeneas’ devastated, mad dash to find her and her final appearance as a ghost have been haunting me for all these years without an end in sight. Apparently not everyone shares this obsession, as there is comparatively little research on her (if we compare to Dido or Camilla – perhaps only Lavinia is as ignored as Creusa is and she at least has Ursula K. Le Guin batting for her), and even my professor said: “Creusa just dies, but it doesn’t really matter why she does”.

But it does matter! Creusa’s disappearance is the only way the Aeneid can happen! Creusa’s death is the only way Aeneas is free to perform his duty to Rome! Creusa must die, so Rome can be born!

It’s interpretation time, baby.

In a way Creusa is the perfect wife – for both Aeneas and also in the sense of Augustan values. She is loyal to her husband, she has performed her duty as a wife, bearing a son for Aeneas. Creusa is also the one to remind Aeneas to fulfill his duty as paterfamilias and protect his family instead of seeking death in the carnage of Troy (see 2.675-678).  Rivoltella’s article La Morte Di Creusa E Didone Nell’Eneide Ed Il Motivo Del ‘Seguito Amoroso’ details the motif of following (sequor) in the Aeneid and touches on this topic of Creusa as the ideal wife.

Now... You can probably imagine how devastated I am that I have apparently not saved anywhere the summarized translation my prof provided for me of Rivoltella’s article (there’s also interesting stuff about ‘following’ as an erotic motif in archaic Roman literature but also in later erotic poetry, i.e. Catullus – it’s a really good article, shame I can’t understand Italian). If you want to read it, it can be found here – if I remembered smth incorrectly I’ll be forever ashamed

But from memory: in the Greek marriage tradition, the place of the wife is at home. When man goes to war, wife stays behind (as a mirror to the Aeneid, we can raise Penelope from the Odyssey – she stays behind, waiting for Odysseus for 20 years, staying loyal to him by staying where he left her), and the battlefield is traditionally the place of a man. Roman marriage tradition is different in this sense, or at least attitudes had shifted a little by the time Vergil was writing the Aeneid. The duty of the wife was to support her husband, which then developed into wives leaving the household to follow their husbands to previously male-dominated places – for example, the battlefield (at least Julia the Elder, Augustus’ daughter, apparently travelled to meet Agrippa where he was campaigning when they were married - almost died because of a flash flood on the way too, funnily enough in Ilium).

From this perspective Creusa is kind of best of both worlds: she both follows her husband to exile, following him as a sign of ultimate loyalty – but with her death, her ghost is kept in Troy “by the gods’ Great Mother”, and so she stays, like a good wife should, at home, tending to the corpse of Troy forever. Creusa, with her sacrifice, performs pietas – duty to the gods (delivering the prophecy), duty to the country (ensuring the founding of Rome and continuation of the legacy of Troy), and towards family (convincing Aeneas to stay with his family, demanding he care for their child, and sending him away to his journey).

Rivoltella suggests that Creusa even “over-sacrifices” herself – she is ready to follow her husband to peril, while also ultimately staying in Troy, so devoted to her husband she is ready to sacrifice herself for his fate. Keith (2000) suggests that “if Aeneas seals the success of his imperial mission with the ‘sacrifice’ of Turnus at the conclusion of the poem (12.950-2), he inaugurates the epic project over the ghostly shade of his wife.” Creusa’s death and her prophecy is the catalyst for Aeneas’ entire journey, the final push out of Troy.

There’s also of course the fact that without the loss of Creusa, Aeneas could not love Dido. Dido and Aeneas are inherently connected by tragedy, widowhood – I do not think Dido could have opened her heart to Aeneas, or that Cupid’s attack on her would have been as effective, without this connector, the devastating premature loss of their spouses. But Creusa has also given Aeneas something Dido has not and can never give: a son, a child to continue the line. That she has given Aeneas a son is something that already puts her “above” Dido in a way – Dido has not birthed any heirs, does not even have a little Iulus to remember Aeneas by as he leaves. Creusa’s son will be the one to continue the great line of Trojan kings and become the founder of the glorious line of Roman people. In this way, too, Creusa has fulfilled her duty to both Aeneas and the future Roman empire.

Creusa’s prophecy can’t happen without her death either: she promises him “a royal wife” waiting in Hesperia, and naturally Aeneas can’t marry Lavinia if Creusa is still alive (and same would apply to Dido, if they had ever been married – sorry Dido).

Creusa is actively an obstacle for Aeneas’ fate, and like user @cakemoney​ BRILLIANTLY pointed out:

[ID: tumblr tags #aeneid daily #something something from a character standpoint juno is an antagonist because she just hates his ass #from a metaphor standpoint juno is the antagonist because devotion to family / duty to your spouse is? an obstacle? #that aeneas must overcome / cast aside in order to found the roman empire? hhhhhhh. End ID]

I am literally eating my hands, this is such a good observation. Marriage is an obstacle in Aeneas’ fate! If he stays in Troy for Creusa, if he stays with Dido, he can’t fulfill his duty. And so, he must be miserable for the rest of his life (my prof pointed out that he seems to accept Lavinia as his wife out of obligation, yet another thing that has been decided for him, and at this point he is simply too tired to resist).

My best friend started reading the Aeneid after I had talked their ear off about it for the past year, and just finished book 2 with this brilliant observation: Creusa acts as a metaphor for Troy itself. Just like Aeneas goes back to her, and she is already gone, so is Aeneas’ struggle to found Troy over and over again doomed, because Troy is now ashes and forever out of reach (no matter how much he wants to embrace it, manus effugit imago…).

Creusa died the moment the Greeks breached the city gates and yet Aeneas drags her memory across the Mediterranean, planting cities that never grow, shadows of the former kingdom and what once was, a pale imitation of what he lost that night. “There in store for you happy days,” Creusa tells him, but I think that ship has already sailed.

So Creusa must die, as does Troy, so that fate can be fulfilled. She must die so Aeneas has to do what gods have set out for him to do. Creusa is Troy – she must burn so Aeneas can leave, and yet he spends all of his journey dragging her corpse behind him, never free of the ghost that disappeared to thin air in his arms.

And that’s all folks, my final Creusa post! Thank you for indulging with my analysis of my favourite Aeneid blorbo, I shall cease tormenting the tag with my rabid dog energy (at least until she gets mentioned again lmao). Your tags have been absolutely wonderful btw, and like said, if you have more Creusa articles for me or want just want to rave about her, PLEASE DO!

Here finally the promised reading list:

Grillo L., 2010, Leaving Troy and Creusa: Reflections on Aeneas’ Flight, CAMWS 106, 43–68.

Hughes L., 1997, Vergil’s Creusa and Iliad 6, Mnemosyne 50, 401–423.

Keith A. M., 2000, Over Her Dead Body, Engendering Rome: Women in Latin Epic, Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 101–131.

Perkell C., 1981, On Creusa, Dido, and the Quality of Victory in Virgil’s Aeneid, Women’s Studies 8, 201–223.

Perkell C., 2021, Creusa and Dido Revisited, Vergilius 67, 117–138.

Rivoltella M., 2002, La Morte Di Creusa E Didone Nell’Eneide Ed Il Motivo Del ’Seguito Amoroso’, Aevum Gennaio-Aprile 2002, Anno 76, 81–100.

#creusa #aeneid daily #the aeneid #wildkitte #this post is a little all over the place bc this is the stuff i was forced to cut out of the final thesis #this isn't linguistics this is literary analysis said my prof and it's true #im still a bit miffed #so i haven't really done my reading properly since march. sorry #hope you've all enjoyed my creusa insanity this week!