#he can defend himself and this is quite sufficient

[lyfeward]

listen. I just. love lil guy Amis du Peren beside these legendary mages with commanding presences and powerful offensive magic. meanwhile he has the stage presence of a church mouse and has brewed a nice cup of tea for that sniffle you're developing.

#OOC / HOLLY. #he's powerful in a way but a powerful Healer #he is not a fighter and he does not care to be #he can defend himself and this is quite sufficient #instead he is prevalent in folk tales across southern Thedas as a healer and a physician with Compassion ever at his side #[if you go to certain places esp where the Chantry is strongest he might be twisted into a figure of ill omen #but that's politics bending folk tales to its whim not reality] #anyway. lil guy. undead legend. the most understated member of your party #but one of the most knowledgeable and useful in a practical sense

[specshroom]

*°~There are many benefits to being a mage~°*

Includes: Fem reader x male orc, size kink, "human fetish", friends to more?

In which: Orc with a big problem confides in his mage friend who decides to help him out with a useful spell~🪄

You've been in this town for quite a while now, almost 3 years. That wasn't the original plan but It just so happened that this seaside town was more welcoming than many places you've been to on your travels. It sits at the coast of two major trade routes, connecting people of many different walks of life.

The friendliness and diversity you experienced allowed you to make a few friends you might not have otherwise.

Like the one you're sharing breakfast with right now. His name is Grimmok and he's the self-proclaimed, "Best fisherman in this damn town". He's your typical young, burley orc.

The first time you met him was in the local pub, you were intrigued when a crowd formed infront of the huge orc. He was dramatically telling one of his fisherman's tales and the small crowd hung onto his every word. He was a very good story teller and you happened to be very interested in folklore and myths. You made a habit of just walking up to him, if he didn't look busy and asking him to tell you a story. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see you sitting on the docks listening and writing intently as he waxes on about some old wives tale while repairing his nets.

Now you sit in his home, eating breakfast while he grumbles on about having to train a new fishing boy.

"The boy gets distracted by the smallest things, every time someone even resembling female walks past the docks he's panting like a dog." Grimmok bites into his ridiculously large breakfast sandwich signaling the end of his rant.

He did look more grumpy than usual when he opened the door to let you in for your weekly Sunday breakfast. His shoulder length black hair was tied into a hasty half up half down bun and his stubble looked more scruffy than usual. You can only huff in amusement at his troubles.

"Cmon, don't be too harsh on the kid. You did the same thing with Rosie Cotton, remember?"

The orc stills and huffs indignantly, scratching at his neck. This makes you grin.

"Mhm, you'd be telling me a story and then just stop in the middle of a sentence. I'd look up and sure enough there's Miss Rosie walking on by. Fiery hair flowing in the wind, cleavage spilling out her dress, swaying those hips and-"

Grimmok interrupts your overdramatic musing by flicking your pointy hat off your head.

"Hey!"

"You're acting like you didn't like looking at her too." The big guy grumbles almost like a child. He wipes his hands on his plaid pajama pants and picks up his empty plate, heading towards the sink.

You lean down to pick your hat off the floor, dust it off and mumble,

"Yeah, but I never got to bed her."

The dishes in the sink clatter a little too loudly as he tenses up. You hardly try to stifle your laugh.

"We didn't actually...she was...too small... For me to...." The orc struggles out as he wipes his plate clean.

It's quiet for a minute until you ask.

"But she did try, right? I'm pretty sure that counts, Grim."

The orc just grumbles something unintelligible. You want to sympathise with the poor guy but imagining Rosie Cotton, a "short stack" type of woman, trying to fit his massive green cock in her little pussy was pretty erotic.

"I want to feel bad for you mate but you kind of bring this on yourself. You obviously have a bit of a human fetish."

"It's not a-" The orc goes to defend himself but stops and just sighs when he realises it's no use.

"...and a size kink to boot." You mumble with toast in your mouth.

"I can't help it if I think horny humans trying desperately to take my cock is literally the hottest thing to me!" Grimmok finally lets the dam of sexual frustration burst after you've done a sufficient amount of poking at it. You always were good at getting him to actually talk about his problems.

"But the problem comes in when I actually have to fuck them, they can barely take half! How am I supposed to fuck them!? I'm too big! I'd kill them!"

You can't help but choke on your toast as a cackle forces itself from your throat. "Sorry. I'm sorry!" You struggle between snorts. Your big green friend just stands there with a grimace, arms crossed as he waits for you to finish.

You sigh and wipe your watering eyes. "Well, I'm glad you've confided in me because now I can help you." You wipe your hands clean and stand up from the orc sized table.

"You know that cool thing I can do with my hat?" You take your hat off and reach inside of it, the magic pocket space allowing you to reach your whole arm inside of it when you physically shouldn't be able to.

He nods sceptically still leaning against the sink, a bit concerned about where this is going. He thought by "help" you meant like you were going to pep talk him or something.

"We just have to do this but with...." You gesture down to your crotch.

Grim stands there, mouth slightly agape, blinking at you.

"I mean it's not exactly the same obviously." You pull your trusty spell book out of the hat before placing it back on your head while the pages of the spell book fly open to the page you want. "You basically draw this sigil on someone and then they'll be able to take whatever they can push inside no matter how big. Girth might still be an issue though..."

You explain this to him like you've explained many other spells, like you're reading him a recipe, deliberating what ingredients would work best. He doesn't even know how to react honestly.

"You're serious?"

You clap the book shut and adjust your hat on your head, smugly shrugging,

"This is what I do."

The poor guy just stumbles in disbelief.

"Magic, I mean.... Magic is what I do." You correct yourself a bit awkwardly and clear your throat, regaining your confidence.

"It's a pretty easy spell so we can try this whenever you want really."

"We?"

"Alright! Alright."

"Well yeah, unless you want me to go up to Rosie Cotton and say "Hey love, you mind if I put this sigil on your womb so my friend can finally pound your tight little-"

Grimmok rubs his face with his hands, sighing again and looking unsure. You lean against the sink next to him, barely coming up to his pecs.

"Look, it'll just be a one time thing so you can actually see if human pussy's all that and if you like it, I'm sure we can find plenty of humans who would love to try it out."

"...Alright. That sounds good."

You give a slap to his thick bicep and an encouraging "ata boy."

"and if you don't like this one, I'm sure I could find a spell that'll just make you..." He doesn't miss how you glance down at his crotch. "Smaller."

He huffs and pushes your shoulder playfully, he liked how you could always joke away the tension in any given situation. You walk up to the big wooden chair you were sitting at a second ago and pull it away from the table so that it's facing outward, struggling a bit as it's very much orc sized like most things in his house.

"Cmon. Sit."

You pat the chair, looking at him expectantly.

"Now?"

He's really not used to other people being so forward especially not when it's his mate. You shrug at him.

"Why not? I mean we can wait till you're ready, I don't mind. I have literally all day."

You put your hands behind your back and rock on your feet as you both just stand in his kitchen for about a minute...waiting. He eventually huffs and steels himself, fully committing to the idea and walking over to plop himself in the chair. He's going to put his dick inside one of his best mates.

You place your hat on the table so it doesn't get in the way of your activity and step in front of him. You levitate your spell book In front of you, looking down at the page with the sigil that's way more familiar than you're letting on.

"Okay, I'll face this way so it's less....personal." You turn around so your back is facing him. "You do still need to take off your pants though."

He smacks his teeth, "I figured that." He mumbles, pushing his soft pajama pants down to his mid thighs, immediately freeing his cock as he wasn't wearing underwear. He leaves his white long sleeve on, the sleeves folded to his elbows, giving you a perfect tease of his thick strong arms and multiple tattoos. When he looks back at you and sees that you've already disappeared your pants, he quickly looks away.

Sensing his nervousness you ask with a softer voice than before,

"can I sit?"

He clears his throat before grumbling a "Yeah."

You gently lean down and sit your naked ass onto his lap, legs open wide over his own you can see his half hard cock laying between his legs but try not to stare. Obviously Grimmock is a big guy but he's even big by orc standards so of course his cock is massive even when he isn't fully hard.

Grimmock clears his throat and jolts you out of your thoughts. You adjust a bit on top of him feeling his happy trail against your lower back. Your eyes skim the page levitating in front of you, when you finally find the incantation passage you straighten up and start chanting the ancient words in the text. Your eyes glow and the air feels static, Grim has seen magic before but the novelty never truly wears off.

An intricate shape starts to form right above your pubic bone, where your womb would be. The sigil glows brightly on your skin as Grim peers from above your head to look at it. At first glance he thinks it looks a bit demonic but then remembers he doesn't know anything about magic and decides not to mention it. When the sigil is complete you clap the book shut, immediately cutting off the static energy in the room and startling him in the process.

"That should do it."

You place the book on the table and lean back against his clothed chest, feeling the tension in his body not letting up.

"Damn, I can't believe little Miss Rosie took half of this. What a lass."

Your joke lightens the mood once again as Grimmock scoffs at you. Feeling him relax, you bring your hand down to finally touch the wetness that's been growing for awhile now. "We should still do some prep before you put it in. Is that alright?"

He nods and watches your hand disappear between your thighs. You readjust so that your boot clad feet are on either side of the chair rests. Opening yourself up to the air and to him, he can see you've already got two fingers pushing inside. He hesitates before reaching for his cock and slowly starting to stroke himself under you but it was painfully clear he was holding back.

"I know I'm not as short or.... endowed as Miss Cotton but I could put on a red wig if you'd like."

Grim huffed a laugh at the mental image of that.

"Oh wow~ Grimmie, you're soooo big and strong~"

You say in a high pitched voice (that doesn't sound anything like Rosie Cotton), using her embarrassing pet name while looking up at him and batting your eyelashes dramatically.

Grim scoffs and holds his hand over your mouth "Stop playing around." He tries to sound serious but his smile and the grumble in his chest betrays him. You laugh against his hand holding his wrist. You slowly pull his hand off your mouth and inch it gradually down your body giving him ample time to pull away. He doesn't and you move his hand to rub against your wet pussy ever so gently.

You're both looking into each other's eyes, this was not supposed to be so intimate but it doesn't look like he minds when he takes charge and slowly eases two fingers inside your aching pussy. His thick fingers stretch your pussy so good as you lightly buck into his hand, greedy pussy already hungry for more. The way he's looking down at you with so much need gets you so hot inside. A heat that only increases when he starts pumping his fingers in and out. Grim works you open with one hand and pumps his fat cock with the other.

This entire situation has you pent up and impatient so you pull his hand away and sit up, "I can take it now." He can't help but groan at your words but remains concerned at the perceived lack of prep. Whenever he fools around with humans most of the engagement is spent just doing prep so he's more than a little worried, "Are you sure?"

You don't reply as you gently take his fully hard cock from his hand, holding it up against your stomach to see how far inside you this thing could go. You both groan at the comparison between his ridiculously massive dick and your body, he reaches way past your belly button and into your stomach. Definitely more than a human could safely take. You adjust your legs so that you're almost squatting on his lap, your feet plant on the seat on either side of his hips.

You support yourself with your hand resting on the seat between his legs and lift yourself so you can rub your wetness along the length of his cock. He brings his rough hands to hold your hips gently, not applying pressure but just resting there so he can have something to hold.

You lift yourself up until his tip is in-line with your entrance, slowly rubbing it against your clit. You both groan lightly when the tip pops in and you slowly ease yourself down his cock. He's amazed at how easy your cunt swallows him. You pause half way down to adjust and give a few pumps to the rest of him before your hand leaves his cock to settle next to your other hand on the chair in front of you. He squeezes your hips a little in silent concern and you smile before easing the rest of him in, gently descending until you reach the hilt. Your pubes kiss his and he can't help but let out a weak moan at the sight and feeling of you taking all of him. Finally feeling tight walls grip the entire length of his cock has him reeling. You're overwhelmed as well, It's been a while since you've taken someone this big.

You slowly circle your hips around so that you really feel his cock against your walls deep inside you, you're obviously very pleased with yourself. Grim is seeing stars, eyes shut, head tilted back, trying to regain himself even a little while his literal dreams are coming true.

"Well, we know it works. I guess that's it then." You move to lift yourself off his cock as if your work is done.

"Nononono, Please no. Please."

Comes Grim's hasty but soft displeasure, both his thick arms circle around your waist to keep you in place as he leans against your back, head resting on your shoulder.

"What's the matter big guy?" You lean into his chest, stroke his arm and turn your head to look at him. He huffs, you know exactly what's the matter. He takes a deep breath and lifts his head to look at you.

"I need you."

Your heart jumps in your chest.

"I need you to fuck me...please."

You look up at him, wide eyes, mouth agape as he looks back down at you. The moment is almost sweet until your mouth forms into an evil grin and you snicker softly, a dreadfully familiar mischievous glint in your eyes. Grim closes his eyes and almost regrets all the choices that lead him here.

"Riiight~. I almost forgot, this is probably the first time you've actually been able to fuck someone sooo much smaller than you."

"Poor guy, you must be so pent up, huh?"

You reach down to gently hold his massive ballsack, making him suck in a breath and twitch his thighs.

All he can do is let out a choked moan of your name which only makes you chuckle.

"I can really play the part for you, if you'd like. Y'know the, "Ah, your so deep!" and "You're filling this human pussy up so good!""

You laugh when you feel his dick twitch. Poor Grim can only grip your waist and try to keep his hot face from getting hotter. He looks down at you with pleading eyes and you decide you're not so evil after all. You pat his arms and move them so he's holding your waist. He startles a little when you playfully kiss him on the cheek.

"I've got you big guy."

You lean forward again with your feet under you and start to lift yourself up very slowly until the top of his cock is juuust about to pop out. Your thighs burn as you stay there for a few seconds, teasing Grim and yourself. Grim thinks he might actually cry if you don't move.

Suddenly you grip the edge of the chair and force yourself down hard on his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust. You both groan very loudly, he downright yelps with the sudden movement. You grip the chair and clench around him so hard he can't help the way he grips your waist tightly. One hand covers his mouth as he tips his head back and tries to not cum immediately. He tries to regain his breathing but you have other plans. You can feel him twitch inside you and a desperate need to be filled engulfs you.

You start thrusting up and down on his dick, moving your whole body up and down his length. It's a good thing he can't see your face because you are enjoying this way too much. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you bite your lip, the sensation of being filled to the literal brim is intoxicating. You work yourself and him so diligently, it's no time before your thrusts become more frantic and you're right at the peak. With one final deliberate thrust you cum hard around him, clenching and unclenching like you're trying to milk him dry.

You both moan freely now, though his are more like growls. Your pulsing walls quickly lead him to his own climax, holding you close to his chest and thrusting up into your cunt, spilling hot seed deep inside your womb. You shake and squirm even more with the blissful feeling of your walls being coated with his spend.

After a few moments of you two spasming and twitching you eventually ease up and fall limply against his chest, adjusting your thighs to rest on top of his again. You breathe out a long sigh and bask in the fullness of your cunt, stroking your stomach up and down.

You're blissfully unaware of the knowing smirk that grows on his face. He cards his fingers through his hair, composing himself a little more. His warm hand joins yours in caressing up and down the expanse of your stomach and chest, loving how small you feel in his hold.

"You've done this before." His voice comes out in a low growl that makes you shiver, not expecting it. You crane your head up to see him smirking down at you and all you can do is sit and stare. He chuckles deeply,

"There ain't no way, this is your first time taking a cock this size."

You stumble for words but none come out. His hands caress your thighs and one hand comes up to gently hold your jaw. He leans down really close to your face.

"You're a size queen."

You suck in a breath and your pussy clenches involuntarily around his cock which you only noticed now hasn't gone down at all. Grim laughs louder this time.

"I should've known the second you pulled out that spellbook."

You sit there, quite embarrassed at being caught. You smack his hand away from your waist.

"Shut up, you're the one with the-"

"Yes, we both know about my kinks, you teased me about it enough which is very hypocritical of you."

Grim is just loving the way you fluster and fumble for words right now.

"Oh, so you don't have a thing for inhumanly huge cock?"

He challenges and uses both his hands to bring your naked thighs to your chest, exposing your pussy, leaking with his seed.

"So you don't like the way I stretch and fill this little human pussy?"

You can't help but whine at his dirty words and the position he's binding you into. His cock adjusting inside of you, hitting a new spot.

"If you don't, I guess I could just pull out and-"

"Nonononono... Grim Cmon."

You frantically babble your disagreement, shaking your head. He chuckles again, very pleased with himself at turning the tables on you but thankfully for you he's not as evil as you are and his dick is still painfully hard.

"Alright Darlin, I'll take care of you."

He lifts himself from the chair, leaving a puddle of both of you when he stands. He comforts your whines when he pulls out to set you ass up on the table and just stands at the edge, one hand on his hip and the other leisurely stroking his cock.

You look back at him with confusion, expecting him to just fuck you over the table already.

"If you ask nicely."

He says looking real smug, you sigh in defeat and turn your body so that you're facing him. You disappear the rest of your clothes, leaving you stark naked on the large kitchen table you were just eating breakfast at. That realisation makes him pump his cock harder.

You press your knees as close to your chest as possible and bring your hands down to your puffy, leaking pussy. You spread your folds for him with your fingers and say, as sexily as you can manage.

"Please fuck me Grim."

Grim is so fucking floored, he's cursing himself for not thinking of doing this sooner. He sighs and pumps his cock harder, lining the leaking tip up to your pussy lips. He eases it inside and the new position makes for a new sensation for both of you as different spots are brushed and tension melts away. Once he's balls deep again he gently worms his arm underneath your back to lift you up with ease. You wrap your arms around his neck for support being mindful not to pull his hair. Suddenly you're face to face, looking into his eyes for the first time since you started.

You look into his dark eyes and they relax you, this is your best friend, you trust him. His eyes leave yours to stare at your parted lips. When he sees that familiar quirk on your lips he looks back to your eyes, catching the mischievous glint. You lean closer so that your noses are just brushing against eachother. You feel his breath hitch when your lips meet his. He spares no time getting into it and moves his lips against yours. You make out while he adjusts your body in his hold, one hand on your ass and the other on your waist.

He then, without warning, lifts you up and brings you down hard thrusting the whole length of his cock into you in one hearty thrust. You break from the sloppy kiss for a moment to groan out in absolute ecstasy, loving the way he takes the lead from you effortlessly. He brings down your whole body to meet his upwards thrusts. The way he's basically using your entire body like a fleshlight makes you embarrassingly horny.

It feels like it's been years since you were fucked like this, the way your body is reacting, so sensitive you're sure you could cum again any minute. This is exasperated greatly when he brings you closer to his chest with one arm locked around you so that he can worm his other hand in-between you two and rub at your engorged clit.

You grab at his wrist as he frantically works you to your climax, you basically scream when you finally reach that high. Clenching and shaking on his cock while he holds you up with his buff arms. You cling into him so tightly, getting drool on his shirt. You even squirt a little, getting your wetness all over his cock and the floor. Your intense climax once again has him reeling. The sight of you clinging onto him, squirting and losing yourself on his cock makes his balls clench painfully as his frantic thrusts turn faster and sloppier. He reaches his climax as he holds you close, groaning into your neck, pumping another thick load deep into you.

You both stay like that for a while, coming down from your respective highs. Your fingers slowly unclench from his shirt moving down to lazily caress his chest, feeling it move with his breaths as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He slowly manoeuvres your legs so he can sit back down on the chair, holding you to his chest. His hand strokes down your back as you both soak in the warm, tranquil after glow. His breathing evens out to a steady rhythm and your eyes flutter closed.

Knock knock knock

You both jolt awake and stare at each other wide eyed and then at the front door, which is very much visible from the kitchen. You both stay quiet and he holds you closer to hide your fully naked body if the rude intruder somehow manages to break the door down.

Knock knock knock

"Uhh Mr Grimmock Sir?"

The tension in Grim's body sags when he hears who's on the other side of the door. A hand goes to massage his impending migraine.

"BOY! What do you want?!"

You can imagine the way the poor fishing boy cringes at the anger in Grim's voice.

"Sorry Sir, I was wondering if you could give me some extra lessons on the boat?"

Grim growls in frustration, you chuckle in amusement and start kissing up his neck which settles him down a little.

"Tomorrow lad, it's Sunday."

"But I was-"

"Tomorrow."

The finality in his tone seems to get through to the young man as he mutters an "Alright Sir, see you then." Before walking off, his steps getting lighter and lighter.

"He doesn't want to work all week but suddenly he wants to work on Sunday?!"

Grim's irritation is clear as he gestures to the door incredulously. You can't help but laugh at the orcs misfortune. You settle your arms around his broad shoulders, one hand playing with his hair as his hand begins to stroke down your back again.

"Thank you for...helping out"

He says, quite genuinely.

"Anytime."

You throw him a thumbs up and he has to laugh and shake his head at the award winning nonchalance. When the amusement fades though he leans forward in the chair and brings his hands lower to cup your ass cheeks.

"Anytime?"

You can feel his soft cock gradually hardening inside your pussy and you look up at him in utter disbelief.

"Unbelievable."

You shake your head and chastise him but the smile that breaks on your face rats you put. He grins and lifts you up, walking out of the kitchen. His mouth marks up your neck and his stubble tickles, dull tusks dig into the sensitive skin.

"Just unbelievable."

You mutter to yourself again as your legs hug around his waist tighter and you feel his cum dripping out of your hole, leaving a trail all the way to his bedroom.

#monsterfucker #I'm thinking of making this mage character a recurring character where I basically write about her smutty monster adventures 👀👀👀 #monster x human #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster x reader #monster writing #orc x reader #orc x human #nsft writing #terato #teratophillia #Mage! Reader

[obsessedwithceleste]

Mattheo Riddle Headcannons

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Being the son of the Dark Lord is no easy task. Obviously.

Growing up, Mattheo had very limited contact with other people, which stunts his social skills a lot, especially with his peers

Once he breaks out and has the ability to meet other people, he's 100% an extrovert because he feels like he has to make up for everything that he missed out on

Growing up alone though made him very independent and self sufficient

Lots of trust issues, lots of abandonment issues

But he's also very bad at picking up on social cues, and reading other people's emotions

He grew up being outwardly judged by everyone around him, which caused him to develop a sort of apathetic attitude as a buffer

This gives him a sense of freedom because if he doesn't care about other's opinions, he can do whatever he wants, they'll judge him either way, so why not do what makes him happy

Mattheo also has a deep internal rage

Like, level 11 out of 10 on the scale of anger issues

He bottles up all his emotions and frustration with the world, often lashing out and exploding at the smallest triggers

His frustration mostly stems from the fact that it's not fair that he's suffering for the actions of his father. Because at the end of the day, he's still innocent in all of it

This is also why he's particularly spiteful and disdainful of authoritarian figures

He simply doesn't owe them anything

At Hogwarts it's hard for him at first. It's pretty clear that he didn't have much of a childhood and that he was forced to grow up much too fast

And once again, he finds himself being judged by everyone, so nothing new

His biggest pet peeve is when someone complains about a minor "tragedy" from their childhood, because he's absolutely certain that he had it worse

Lowkey victim complex™️

He's able to eventually bond closely with Theodore Nott, sharing a lot of similar childhood trauma (we <3 trauma bonding) and surprisingly Lorenzo Berkshire who shares his fuck-all mentality

Many assume that he's a malicious bully, based solely on his last name, but he's really more of a chaos instigator

He rebels against authority and stands up for what he might find to be an injustice, but he'd never go after someone without cause

Hogwarts is one of the first places he's able to truly act his age

He joins the Slytherin quidditch team,

He's a beater (which is kind of therapeutic as it allows him to let out a lot of his anger)

Often skives off of class,

He's not book smart like Theo, but makes up for it with street smarts

And likes to pull Theo into the fray simply because he can

This is also how he gets his reputation for frequently sleeping around to put it nicely

Mattheo grew up with a distinct lack of affection from those around him which causes him to search out any hint of it that he can find

He doesn't really use girls per se, he just doesn't quite understand the concept of love

But when Mattheo falls, he falls hard

The first time he catches feelings, he's absolutely terrified that he's under the influence of a love potion

Very confused, very upset, and denies it to the ends of the Earth

But once he comes around, he's all in

He doesn't like to think of himself as jealous, just territorial.

Jealousy is when something isn't yours and you want it. But you belong to him, and he'll be damned if he doesn't defend his territory

He also isn't shy at all when it comes to PDA, simply because he wants everyone to know what's his

Definitely love bombs, but he doesn't know what that means

Won't bat an eye before hexing someone for looking at you too long (will act innocent and pretend it wasn't him)

Honestly probably would not be the best partner initially because he's so used to being independent

And would likely try to hide a lot of his anger and emotions from you because his biggest fear would be being judged by someone he loves

It would take a lot of time and effort to work through, but Mattheo would be willing to put in the work because he's determined to have the one thing his father never could

#slytherin boys #slytherin #matteo riddle #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle fanfic #mattheo riddle fanfiction #mattheo riddle headcanon #mattheo riddle headcanons #harry potter universe #my boy desperately needs therapy

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↬|Gojo|

• Gojo Satoru is fiercely protective of his loved ones, and he will stop at nothing to ensure their safety. He will do whatever it takes to protect them, whether it's using his immense power or taking any risks necessary to ensure their safety. For his special someone, he is willing to go to the ends of the earth to keep them safe, no matter the cost.

• He is quite independent and capable of taking care of himself but also appreciates it when his special someone looks out for him, and wants to protect them, and make sure they are safe. He trusts that they are capable enough to be there for him when he needs support, protection, and comfort.

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↬|Sukuna|

• He is very protective of his s/o and would do anything to keep them safe. He would go to great lengths to protect them and would not hesitate to fight for them. He would use his immense power to keep his s/o safe, using his cursed techniques and other abilities to protect them.

• Sukuna isn't the type to ask for protection as he is very self-sufficient and doesn't like to rely on others. However, he would appreciate it if his s/o looked out for him and had his back during fights. (Remember, protecting each other isn't always physically)

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↬|Nanami|

• Yes, he is very protective of his s/o. He is always on high alert to find and stop the cursed energy and danger that might threaten his love one. He also likes to check if his s/o is happy. He wants to be the one to wipe away her every worries and problem. He also takes very seriously when anyone dare to disrespect her.

• I see him as very chivalrous. he is a person that will take on the fight by himself to prevent his s/o from danger. He will always stand in front of them to protect them no matter what it takes. His s/o means a lot for him, so his protectiveness will come naturally. If his s/o is in danger, he will stop at nothing to rescue them and take the danger all by himself. He won't mind to risk his life to protect them. This is what he will do to protect his s/o.

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↬|Megumi|

• Very protective, Megumi is an extremely protective person, and once he finds someone he loves, he will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. He would defend them with his own life, and would be willing to take a hit for them.

• In terms of protection, he prefers to be protected in an emotional way. He wants his s/o to be there for him when he's feeling down or overwhelmed. Having someone who can provide comfort, and support him emotionally is something that's important to him.

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↬|Yuji|

• Yuji is extremely protective over his s/o and will go out of his way to make sure that nothing bad happens to them. Whether it be standing infront of a oncoming car to save them, or shielding them from harm using his own body, he will always find a way to protect his s/o. His s/o can trust that he will be there to protect them when they feel vulnerable or scared. At the same time, Yuji also enjoys being protected, so he would likely be able to rely on his s/o in times of need as well.

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↬|Inumaki|

• Inumaki is not the type of person to be over-protective of his s/o. He is respectful of their choices and decisions. He thinks that he and his s/o should be each other's protectors and not only he should be the protector of his s/o. However, if there are any threats or dangers that endanger their lives, he will not hesitate to shield his s/o behind him.

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↬|Geto|

• Geto is extremely protective of his s/o, and is ready to go to the ends of the world to keep them safe. However, he is also very protective of himself and wouldn't like it too much if his s/o would try to be protective. It has to be HIM who protects them, and he would be extremely jealous if someone or something would try to get between him and his beloved. He only wants to protect, he only wants to be the one and only protector. He does not like being protected himself.

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#𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎–[🍓] #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru x you #gojo saturo x reader #megumi x reader #sukuna x reader #nanami kento x reader #inumaki toge x reader #itadori x reader

[frozenjokes]

Something Somber, But I Hope At Least I Can Do My Best To Help You

there are guns in this fic, this is the warning for that. she’s (the fic) is a tad angsty

“I’m going to kill you now.”

Grian stood in the shallow water, holding some sort of human device in his hands. He was alone today, but it was possible Scar was just recovering from his injuries at home. That would make sense. However, Mumbo did find it a little odd that Grian hadn’t brought much of his stuff, the bag left in the grass looking deflated in comparison to how full it usually was. Grian wasn’t moving very much, very stiff as he pointed whatever he was holding at Mumbo’s face. He looked.. a little upset? It didn’t really look like he wanted Mumbo to have it, he was holding it so tightly, but Mumbo was getting a little confused about what exactly the purpose of this was.

Mumbo leaned a little closer to sniff, but Grian winced, taking a couple steps back. Well. Guess that answers that. Mumbo’s fins rose and fell on his back and head, twitching with annoyance. Why did Grian call him over if all he wanted to do was stare?

“What,” Mumbo said, hoping Grian would at least try to explain whatever it was he was holding and why he wanted to show it off, but Grian remained stiff, lips pursed.

“You don’t get it. You don’t- I’m going to kill you, and you don’t understand. Do something. Get mad or hiss at me or lunge or something. Defend yourself.”

Ah, so he was upset. If he was trying to communicate why, he wasn’t doing a very good job. Mumbo wasn’t even sure if this was about Scar; he didn’t think so, Grian never said Scar’s name, but he wasn’t sure what else. Wait, could he still be mad about the whole bag stealing thing? That was so long ago! If that was the case, that was sufficiently a Grian problem, learn to let go of a grudge, buddy.

“What,” Mumbo asked again, hoping Grian would do a better job at explaining himself.

Grian huffed as if his own inability to be clear was Mumbo’s fault, “This is a gun. Gun,” Grian moved the device a little in his hands, but didn’t hold it any less tightly, “I am going to shoot you with it. I am going to kill you.”

Mumbo stared blankly. Alright, the thing he was holding was a ‘gun.’ Great. Was he going to show him what it did, or were they just going to sit here for another twenty minutes. Mumbo didn’t mean to be so impatient, but honestly, Grian was being stupid and Mumbo’s tail was still in quite a lot of pain, worse in the shallows.

“I can’t- you don’t get it. And you know, it’s nothing against you. It’s not. Well..” Grian paused, thinking, then shook his head, “No, it’s nothing against you, even if you stole all my shit and fucked up my ankle- I might have a limp for the rest of my life, y’know! I probably won’t. But I might! You tore through all sorts of important shit in there.”

Mumbo wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be understanding what Grian was saying, but the human didn’t look like it planned on stopping, so Mumbo let it be. Still, he kept a slightly warier eye.

“And I’m not sorry, by the way. About your tail. You deserved that as far as I’m concerned, stealing my stuff then trying to sing me into the water after I was injured- I know your game. That’s what you guys do. You kill people. At best you’re like- like a public nuisance. But you’re dangerous, I know you’re dangerous and I..” Grian trailed off, looking away, “I’m just afraid Scar doesn’t know.”

Ah. There it was. So this was about Scar.. oh, Mumbo hoped he was okay. Scar hadn’t looked like he was hurt too badly, but then again, anything could have happened. The bite could have gotten infected or was deeper than Mumbo had thought, or any other number of things. Given how upset Grian seemed to be, something must have happened.

“Scar doesn’t have a very strong sense of self preservation, he never has, and it drives just about everyone in his life up a wall. I don’t know why or what’s wrong with him or if he’s got some sort of mental health issue he isn’t addressing, but it’s always been this way and- and he just gets so focused. Like he gets an idea in his head and he literally can’t think of anything but pursuing it. And when I say literally, I mean it. He doesn’t think about anything else! I don’t even know if he can! You would not believe how much he talks about you, it’s all ‘Mumbo Mumbo Mumbo! Mumbo this, Mumbo that,’ and because we have to keep you a secret, all of this goes to me and-” Grian cut himself off, taking a second to breath.

“It’s not that I care. Scar can talk my ear off all he wants about anything he wants. Sure, it can be a little much and I get frustrated with him from time to time, but at the end of the day, he picked me, y’know? There’s a guy that can talk his way into anything he wants, who can make friends with basically anyone, and he still.. he wants to talk to me. And that’s a special thing, y’know? Scar is a special kind of guy. And it just kills me when he tries to throw his life away!” Grian kicked up sand and water as his voice rose through gritted teeth, and Mumbo jumped back, startled, though he immediately regretted the motion, hissing in a soft whine at the pain that pulsed through his tail. Grian stared at him for a long while, still pointing his ‘gun,’ but his shoulders fell.

“He’s going to be mad at me. For killing you. Doesn’t matter how many times I said I was going to or how many times I told him he couldn’t interfere if I let him come and see you. He’s going to feel bad, then I’m probably going to feel bad, and we’ll probably both feel very bad for a while, but it’ll be fine because Scar will be alive. That’s what matters, in the end. Not mermaids, not money- well, actually I won’t go that far. I’m going to sell the shit out of your body and I’ll probably be very well off for the rest of my life. I think I’m allowed to want that too! I think that’s fair.”

“And I’ll have you know, Scar’s not innocent either, he still wants you in his zoo even if he doesn’t talk about it around here anymore. As if you’d even understand. I’m telling you to your face I’m going to kill you and sell all your body parts and you couldn’t give less of a fuck. It’s impressive almost, how neutral your face is right now. You look a bit like one of those dogs from those kennel ads? All of them looking all sad with the sad music trying to make you feel sad so you go out and adopt. That’s how you look all the time. It’s the eyes. All big and dark like that. Ugh.”

Mumbo wasn’t sure what to do. Clearly this human was in some kind of distress, but the more it talked, the more he was sure he had no clue what was actually going on. Had it come looking for some sort of comfort? Why Mumbo? Out of everyone Grian knew, surely Mumbo was the least qualified by far.

Did.. he know anyone else? Humans were social animals, Mumbo knew this, but mermaids were too, and even despite this, some had trouble fitting in. Mumbo had never seen another human other than Scar hang around with Grian.. maybe while Scar was healing and resting, he just didn’t have anyone else to go to.

Well, Mumbo knew a few things about humans. They liked to talk (loudly) and yell at each other (loudly) and call each other’s names and be obnoxious to each other for fun. Though, given Mumbo did not speak human, this seemed out of the question in terms of things he could do to help.

Humans.. liked touch. Mumbo was pretty sure of that, no matter how foreign it always seemed. Scar was always touching Grian affectionately, and despite the latter never looking all too thrilled, he never really reacted negatively either, sometimes even visibly relaxing. Is.. that what Grian was looking for?

Mumbo steeled himself, less for the pain of maneuvering in shallow water and more for reaching out his hand toward the human ahead. Sure, maybe they’d had a rocky start, but Grian was clearly in distress. If Mumbo could show him that he cared, maybe Grian would understand he meant to be friendly? Even still, he found his head and body cringing back in anticipation of The Touch, though he kept his arm extended, one eye still watching anxiously.

Grian looked.. well, honestly, Mumbo couldn’t tell if he was any more or less distressed than before, but it felt a little bit different than before?

“What.” Grian said, looking rapidly from his gun to Mumbo to Mumbo’s hand, eyebrows pinched, “What is this. What are you doing.”

Ah, yeah, that made sense. This was pretty radically different behavior for Mumbo; if he was on the other side of it, he’d be wary too. Though, he didn’t quite have the words to explain himself. For a moment Mumbo considered singing, something soft and somber so Grian might understand his intentions, but given how the human reacted last time he sang.. no, that would be a bad idea.

‘Red,’ he whistled instead, “Grian.” Mumbo’s gills flared gently, frustrated. Why was this so hard. Maybe Grian was put off by how uncomfortable Mumbo looked.. maybe looking a little less like touching Grian was one of the top ten worst things that could possible happen to him would be a start.

Mumbo strained to get a little closer despite the pain, holding out both of his arms instead of just the one, palms up. He managed to open both of his eyes, though they were still pretty narrowed in the bracing anticipation of something unpleasant. He even tried to face Grian completely instead of shying away, though he couldn’t quite force himself to manage that entirely. Grian’s mouth hung open, like breathing that way might give him more information on what exactly was happening here. Unfortunately, intention was not something humans could smell.

Grian slowly, slowly lowered his gun, not letting go, but not holding so tightly either, leaving it in one hand at his side. His arms were shaking- actually, mostly of him was shaking.. Mumbo wasn’t quite sure what that meant. Likely a symptom of human distress; it didn’t seem voluntary, quite unlike the quivering of mermaid fins when they were very angry.

Mumbo snapped back to reality when Grian moved, taking a slow step forward. Then another. Then another.

‘It’s okay. This is okay. I’m sorry about Scars, and I’m sorry you’re worried. I think you’re worried. That human seems like it’s survived quite a few injuries though, I think it’ll be okay. I thought you were going to hurt each other, and even now, I’m not entirely sure you weren’t. Mermaids have thick skin. You do not. Humans are too fragile, you can’t be fighting each other like that.’

“You’ve been watching us, haven’t you. I mean, of course you have, but this is.. I guess you’ve really been paying attention. Is that what we sound like to you, just all sorts of nothing speech all day? I bet that gets annoying. I’ve never heard you talk this much. I guess your language is also pretty complex. It must be, unless you’re just repeating the same few concepts. It’s hard to tell. Are you really that intelligent? Wow, if you knew what I just said you’d probably be offended. But I just- I mean you’re just a big fish, yeah? It would be crazy to just assume you had comparable intelligence just because you kinda look like a person. But that’s what Scar thinks of course.”

‘I have no idea what you’re saying, but I’m pretty sure this is how human conversation works. You take turns talking for long periods of time and stare very uncomfortably at each other’s faces. This is a foreign concept to me, Red. Humans are extremely weird.’

“It’s funny how when you’re saying one of our names the clicking stops. Did you do that just for us? So we’d be able to say them? I just assumed some mermaid words didn’t have clicks, but you don’t stop. You don’t stop at all actually, it doesn’t even look like you breathe.”

‘Is this the appropriate time to speak. You humans don’t pause for very long before another one starts talking. My arms are getting tired, are you going to touch them and feel better or not.’

Mumbo almost thought Grian understood, because at nearly the same time Mumbo spoke, it moved forward another step, far closer than what was comfortable, though, to be fair, this entire experience was uncomfortable. Couldn’t Grian just reach out and touch Mumbo’s hands from as far away as possible? What was the point of getting this close?

“You look. Uncomfortable.” Grian cringed back, demonstrating the word and gesturing vaguely to Mumbo before his neutral expression returned. “Uncomfortable.”

Uncomfortable! How did he know? Mumbo had gone through so much effort to look friendly and inviting, he hadn’t even bared his teeth once! Mumbo took a moment to inspect himself, a few quick embarrassed clicks escaping his throat when he saw every single one of his fins across his back flared out and on end. Even the big one at the end of his tail was all spiky and sticking out of the water, goodness. Mumbo forced them all down at once, re-presenting his arms.

Grian laughed, which Mumbo was 90% sure was a happy sound, and then relaxed a little more, waving his hands in a ‘no’ gesture.

“I’m not going to touch you if you don’t want me to, Mumbo. I’m not- Do you just think that’s a human thing? Lots of animals enjoy physical contact y’know, we actually domesticated a ton of animals for the sole purpose of petting them. I have to think you guys also enjoy it, at least with each other. You’re just flighty with humans, and I’m guessing lots of other stuff in the water. Do mermaids get eaten a lot? I can not imagine that being an issue. You’re huge.”

Grian backed up a little, but not out of fear. Just.. stepping away. Mumbo dropped his arms, somewhat relieved, but a tiny part of him was also a little annoyed. Clearly there was something magic about human touch, and Mumbo was kinda starting to want to know what the fuss was about. But Grian kept its distance now, and Mumbo didn’t think he would be able to convince it to approach him again. Shame. Though, admittedly, it was nice to not have his personal bubble be so thoroughly invaded.

“Hey,” Grian said, grabbing Mumbo’s attention back, “This isn’t- I’m still going to kill you. I’m going to.” It raised its gun half heartedly, but stopped, dropping it with a huff and a little stomp of its foot. “If you hurt him. Scar. Again. If you even touch him I’m going to- I won’t hesitate. If you kill him I’m going to- I’ll be really upset. So don’t. Do that. Clear? Are we clear?”

Mumbo stared. Grian stared back.

“Are we clear? Yes or no.”

“What,” Mumbo said, deeply confused, but Grian only huffed. Mumbo flicked his tail fins with a short hiss, ‘I don’t speak your dumb language, if you want me to understand then tell me clearly.’

“Don’t sass me.”

‘I don’t like your tone.’

“Shush!” Grian drew a finger over his mouth and Mumbo copied the gesture, flicking his fins. Grian threw up his hands like he’d been mortally offended, turning immediately on his heel. Humans. So dramatic. Internally, Mumbo noted the gesture for later as something to use when the humans were being particularly annoying.

“Whatever!” Grian declared, not looking at Mumbo as he spoke, “I’m leaving!” He marched away out of the water, stomping and splashing as he left in what Mumbo was sure was a conscious effort to be as obnoxious as possible. Amused, he began his careful backpedal into deeper water, sighing contentedly. After a minute, Grian seemed to be quite offended when he looked back to see Mumbo also leaving, yelling and calling out and being a total nuisance, but Mumbo ignored him, relieved to be out of the shallows.

Scar was all kinds of odd, but Grian felt like a different beast sometimes. Scar was predictable in his weirdness, completely baffling, but consistent. Grian felt like he reacted differently to the same exact situation every time, the one exception being when he felt he was in danger, in which he would just scream. Loudly. Shrilly. Only sometimes justified.

Maybe it would just take a little more time.

Scar was easy; easy to impress, easy to speak to, and easy to watch- Mumbo would say Scar was easy to be around, but that wasn’t quite the case with his chronic lack of environmental awareness, always swinging his arms and moving erratically. But at this point Mumbo was used to it. In a way, that erraticness was predictable too; Mumbo knew to keep a little more space between the two of them because of it. But Scar was an open book, and Grian clearly wasn’t.

He was guarded like Mumbo was, and that was a good thing. Scar’s carelessness was written all over his body, and Grian had his moments of impulsive stupidity, but Mumbo didn’t worry for his life like he did for Scar’s. Briefly, he wondered if Grian worried about Scar as well.

#the last of these I have written so far #thank you for the support :) #hermitcraft #grian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft fic #do I dare tag this as grumbo #I won’t but if you see this then YOU know that’s where it’s going #tw: guns #cw: guns #mumbomaid au #hermitfic

[saintsenara]

Snape/Mulciber?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

and i mean, snulciber is basically canon, isn't it - i'm sure we're all sufficient degenerates that we've deeped the bisexual potential of that interview where jkr's like "snape wanted lily and he wanted mulciber too"...

one thing i'm really taken with in pairings between snape and his slytherin schoolmates is the really interesting things you can do with the reversal of the implied power dynamic during their schooldays as snape is gradually accepted into voldemort's inner circle.

because it's clear in the prince's tale that snape is both somewhat deferential to mulciber and somewhat dismissive of him - he defends mulciber's use of dark magic against mary mcdonald, but he doesn't do so particularly vehemently, and he doesn't appear to care at all that lily's called his friend "creepy" because he's too busy seething about james and sirius. it's also clear that mulciber [and avery etc.] didn't care enough about snape to intervene against the marauders' bullying, and that snape was - throughout his schooldays - an easy target for the gryffindor four because he was usually alone, peripheral to the rest of slytherin.

and we can also see that one of the reasons snape became a target for bullying was because he was so demonstrably working-class, in contrast to the suspiciously well-heeled majority of the student body - so much so that i have a meta lurking in my drafts about whether hogwarts is a selective school. mulciber can be reasonably written as being yet another of the posh, well-off boys who snape is both incandescently jealous of and tremendously unimpressed with - and his attitude towards snape can be written as the same sort of faintly amused condescension we can sense from characters such as slughorn. which, of course, enrages snape because he considers himself - not without reason - superior intellectually to them, and wants to be awarded the status he considers himself to deserve on the basis of his magical power, rather than his name or background.

and then snape becomes a death eater.

my preferred view is that snape is very much voldemort's "exception" in terms of class [in the same way that bellatrix is his exception in terms of gender] and that he is the only death eater in the first war [since i also don't think wormtail receives the dark mark until he rescues voldemort from albania prior to goblet of fire] who isn't from an upper-class background. my preferred view is also that voldemort's recognition of himself in snape is the reason he makes this exception - and that he loves fucking with the pride of the posher death eaters by favouring a half-blood with a regional accent over them.

and - as i've said for the concept of snape/regulus - i really like the drama this can introduce into snape's relationship with mulciber, who spends his schooldays feeling superior to snape [and probably treating him quite poorly as a result] but is then confronted by the revelation that the dark lord... much prefers the man he essentially thinks of as a fucktoy to him, and that his father [who it makes sense to assume is also a death eater] wants him to suck up to the big boss' new favourite so they can profit from it.

and snape is a suitably horrible person that he would one hundred percent love the opportunity to lord it over mulciber as mulciber once lorded it over him.

think of the mess.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #snulciber #severus snape #mulciber

[sharpth1ng]

Saw your post replying to the ask about 'losing a Billy person' and it got me thinking about this. I guess I'm a Billy person who's (nearly) lost their Stu person (which is actually rare and quite the opposite to their dynamic) In WoM Billy decides to move and start a new life afar from Stu because all the shit that's happened and his feelings about him and stuff so he's being sort of avoidant too. They both have very poorly communication skills and they definitely don't resolve anything so I can totally picture Billy getting away from Stu when he starts doing dumb shit (and because of Billy's fear of abandonment because of his mom, he doesn't wanna get hurt, feel vulnerable... etc) and when he doesn't get in exchange the kind of feedback he wants, ( a Stu who's devoted to him and their relationship, a lifetime partner, and everything he's bowed to) How would Billy deal with a lack of commitment? An unexpected betrayal? I guess I love angsty Billy way too much, lol. I'm a big fan of Stu going thru the process of grief but if the opposite happened how would Billy cope with it? My take on this is: bad copying mechanisms, tons of unleashed anger that he's been boiling up and listening to the same 3 depressive alt rock CD'S.

Also, re-reading Debaser and Wom it's like my biggest source of comfort atm so thanks for sharing your amazing writing with us<3

I think the way I write him Billy is also terrified of the idea of a lifetime partner tbh. Does he want that internally? Desperately, but because of the situation with his mom he doesn't feel safe wanting that.

Allowing himself to fully want and have Stu means acknowledging that he would be worse off without him, that he needs him on some level. Billy's got that self-sufficiency type toxic masculinity, he thinks he needs to be perfectly ok on his own and that he shouldn't ever need to rely on anyone else (which is just not how people work).

As a result, Billy running away in WoM is very much avoidance because he got a taste of what it would be like if he lost Stu and he couldn't handle it. Literally all of this is happening because Stu is too trustworthy, too reliably supportive, and Billy essentially thinks that enjoying that makes him weak.

So if there was an actual betrayal? He's going nuclear honestly. It doesn't even have to be the biggest betrayal. Stu's basically the last person he actually trusts in the world, he definitely doesn't trust Nancy anymore. Really the only reason he hasn't totally blown up at her is that he's put her on a pedestal, he sees her as a victim in this situation. So her actions are somewhat justified to him, but at the same time any trust he had for her has completely eroded.

Now with Stu, where he actually does trust him and also is essentially afraid of what that means? If he was betrayed or that trust was broken he would take that to mean that he was right; trusting or relying on anyone else is a bad idea. I think his specific reaction depends on what happened- if its a smaller thing yeah he might just run away, self isolate, smoke too much and get really aggro in general.

If it's anything even a little bit bigger though I think he would be on an actual warpath, like its Billy Loomis vengeance time and we all know what that means. He might decide to make Stu's life a living hell in a lot of little ways or he might decide to bottle it up, act like things are normal the way he did with Sid and then completely tear Stu's life down around him.

Either way I think this results in a much more self-destructive Billy than what we saw in his revenge plan with Sid. A Billy who's lost his trust in Stu is a Billy without direction, without comfort, and I think ultimately a Billy without hope. Like worst case scenario I do think he might try to kill Stu, but either way this is a Billy defending fully into nihilism.

So yeah, if there’s a lack of commitment? Billy is gone, he’s isolating and he’s telling himself he doesn’t need anything or anyone. If it’s a betrayal? He’s on the warpath.

#pookie bear better be truthful OR ELSE #Stuilly #billy loomis x stu matcher #wave of Mutilation fanfic #wave if Mutilation spoilers #ask

[longitudinalwaveme]

I know Cold is protective of his sister and actually killed Chillblaine for killing his sister. So how would Cold handle it if his sister was killed because she went after someone and their loved ones and that person basically defended themselves? If that person went to Cold asking for help do you think Cold would help?

If Cold decided he wanted revenge over Lisa’s death would the other Rogues support him?🧐

This is a very interesting question, and I think it depends on a couple of variables.

Who is the person? If it's a superhero, like the Flash, he would probably seek revenge, since I would expect him to believe that the superhero should have been able to protect themselves or their family without killing his sister. If not, why are they a superhero? That being said, if it was a big-name superhero, I doubt he would kill them, because that would bring the Justice League down on his head. Similarly, if the person in question was a supervillain, then he's definitely seeking revenge and would probably try to kill them. If it's a regular civilian, I think he would probably be less likely to seek revenge, but I doubt he would help anyone who had killed his sister for any reason.

Were children involved? If children are involved, especially if they're young, he'd be a lot less likely to seek revenge, even for Lisa. He'll do a lot for his little sister, but I do think he'd be frustrated with her if she was trying to attack children, and that he might even think that on some level she might have had it coming if she went after them (although he'd be very unlikely to admit this to himself).

Why was Lisa going after the person in question? If it was a revenge attack on her part, he's more likely to want revenge (since he would therefore view her attack on them as more-or-less justified as they had wronged her in some way). If they were a target of opportunity (e.g., someone she attacked as a distraction for a larger plan), then he'd be less likely to want revenge as it would be more difficult for him to justify her actions.

Was Roscoe involved? If he was, Len would be a lot less likely to seek revenge on the person who was attacked, since he hates Roscoe basically on principle at this point. If anything, Len might actually go after Roscoe in that situation, as he would blame Roscoe for putting Lisa in the position to be killed.

As for whether the Rogues would help him get revenge on the person, it depends on both the situational factors mentioned above and on which Rogue we're talking about.

Pied Piper would never support him in that sort of situation, especially after he reforms.

Heat Wave would be very unlikely to help him with revenge in this scenario. Attacking a superhero is one thing, going after their loved ones is another.

The first Trickster, James Jesse, would also probably not support him in a revenge attack against someone who acted in self-defense. There's very little fun to be had in a bloody revenge scheme.

The first Mirror Master, Sam Scudder, might help Captain Cold find the person, but I don't know if he'd be invested enough to actually help in the attack. He'd probably just take Cold where he wanted to go and then sit back and watch how things played out from there---unless it was a superhero or supervillain, in which case he's definitely joining in so that he can show off.

The Weather Wizard would probably be on board with helping Cold out. Len's his friend, and he's generally quite hostile to anyone who harms another Rogue.

Captain Boomerang Sr. (Digger) would 100% be on board with finding and killing the person. Not because he cares about revenge necessarily; he just likes fighting people. The only exception would be if the person who killed Lisa was a superhero or supervillain of sufficient power to make him fear that he would die if he engaged them.

Captain Boomerang Jr. (Owen) would probably not help Captain Cold get revenge on someone who was defending themselves and their family. He's not a stranger to seeking revenge, but I doubt he'd be in favor of it in this case.

The second Trickster, Axel Walker, would support Captain Cold. He definitely wouldn't care about the revenge aspect of things, but he likes to look tough and cause trouble, and hunting down the person who killed Lisa would help him achieve both goals.

The second Mirror Master, Evan McCulloch, would probably support Cold's vendetta and take an active role in hunting down whoever had killed Lisa---with one caveat. If children were involved, and Cold was seeking revenge anyway, I suspect that Evan would turn on him quickly. Evan is very protective of children, and wouldn't be on board with killing someone who was likewise protecting them.

And then there's the Top. He's going to want to seek revenge himself, so he would be in support of Captain Cold in the sense that he would agree that they needed to hunt down whoever killed Lisa, but I could also see the two of them getting into a fight over who had the right to kill the person in question, or even each of them blaming the other in addition to the person who had actually killed her for her death. It's not impossible that they would team up to find whoever had killed her, but it seems a lot more likely that they would be individually hunting the person down.

#flash rogues #flash comics #captain cold #golden glider

[sagemonsters]

@toastyghosty87 has a blind date with...

Cirrus the Angel

Cirrus is tall and regal, and although his true form involves dozens of wings and horns and too many eyes he prefers to appear as a winged humanoid with glowing skin (in order to not frighten humans half to death when he chooses to appear to them). He tends to hold himself aloof from mortal affairs, but when he noticed you it was impossible for him to keep his distance. 

Cirrus is a proud warrior angel, and is quick to defend your honor with the flaming sword he carries in a scabbard at his hip. Unfortunately, he sometimes misjudges a situation (he isn’t the greatest with human interpersonal stuff) and frightens people who don’t need to be frightened. However, he can’t stand bigotry of any kind, so more often than not his displays of awesome strength and power are justified.

He loves flying at night over glittering city lights, and will take you flying with him. These moments are precious to him; he loves being able to offer you a glimpse of the world the way he gets to see it, and cherishes your wonder and awe.

Cirrus is amazed by human artistic talent, and loves seeing your artistic endeavors as well as listening to the music you create. He’s an eager supporter of your work and is always happy to hear about your process. He can also sing quite well, but struggles to hold himself back from singing with his full angelic power and shattering the eardrums of all who hear him—therefore, he relegates himself to just listening.

Cirrus is initially shy about physical intimacy, although he loves touching you once he gets your permission to do so. His hugs are very warm and he relishes sleeping beside you at night. You never have nightmares when you fall asleep in an angel’s arms.

“So you’re my… guardian angel?” you ask. You’re sitting out on the balcony at night, looking out over the surrounding farmland with your favorite cold beverage sweating in a glass at your elbow. It’s peaceful. The only thing interrupting the chirping of the crickets is the heavenly being standing before you.

The glowing, winged figure nods. “I appointed myself to the task of being your protector. You need looking after.”

“Really? Is something bad going to happen to me?”

“No, no, absolutely not,” the angel assures you. “I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Okay,” you say slowly, thinking. “So… what’s your name?”

“A moniker of mine that is comprehensible by mortal minds is ‘Cirrus’. I hope it is sufficient,” the angel replies.

You tell him your name in return, then look towards the edge of the balcony. It’s not a terribly long drop to the ground, just thirteen feet or so feet thanks to the way the hill rises up to meet the house you’re (for now) staying at—but you’d definitely break your ankles if you jumped.

“Prove you’re gonna protect me,” you say, and fling yourself over the edge.

Strong, glowing arms quickly envelope you, and you find yourself suspended in the air as you look down at the surrounding fields. Cirrus arranges you comfortably in his arms, his wings pumping as he holds himself and you aloft.

“That was unnecessary,” he grumbles.

“Yeah, but I wanted to see if you were for real,” you say. “Thanks for catching me.”

“I couldn’t not,” the angel points out dryly, “since you’re now my charge. Do you want to go back down?”

“No,” you admit, looking out over the landscape once again. “It’s really nice to be up here with you.”

“I agree,” Cirrus murmurs, and flies higher to give you a better view.

see here if you'd like your own blind date with a monster!

#monster romance #monster lover #monster x reader #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #angel x reader #terato #sage's monster matches

[bluegekk0]

hey hii helloooo

i've been interested in your feral pk au for a while now, but i've been struggling to get around to reading everything

could you perhaps compress the information and possibly add some little fun facts and details that you think are interesting?

(also little side question, does pk purr, and would grimm be able to purr as well?)

(apologies if you've already answered questions like this)

Hiiiii

Of course, I'm always glad to talk about the AU and I don't mind detailing everything, even if I'm repeating myself! Quite the opposite actually, some details change with time so I think it's nice to sort of "refresh" the general background of the AU.

I'll put it under the "read more" thing, this is likely going to be very long since I'm not very good at keeping things short and brief hahah. Also, I'll primarily focus on FPK as he's the main point of the whole AU, but I'll sprinkle in some additional info about the other crucial characters.

Here's the timeline for the AU, and under the cut you can find the detailed summary of the events.

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I'll start at the very beginning since it's crucial for FPK's later character development. He was born a runt, so from the moment he hatched from an egg he was smaller and weaker than his siblings (and significantly lighter in color due to his leucism). For that reason he built a very close, but unfortunately unhealthy relationship with his mother. She saw him as weak, and so he tried everything he could to make her proud. But as wyrms do with their young, she eventually abandoned him to fend for himself, which gave him terrible abandonment anxiety as he believed that his failure to meet her expectations was the reason why she left.

Along the way, he developed very unhealthy eating habits. Being the weak one of the litter, he always had to fight for his food, otherwise it would be stolen from him. This left a permanent mark on his brain development, and to this very day he eats in a very quick and greedy manner if he feels even a little bit anxious. This plays a big role later in his life when he decides to create a kingdom.

I'll refer to FPK with his name, Vyrm, from now on. It is the original spelling of his species' name used where he comes from, one which he later adapted as his own name, though "wyrm" is the spelling used in Hallownest. FPK is what I usually use for the tags and in posts since I'm used to it, although "Pale King" is not actually part of his name in the AU anymore.

Throughout his early life, he had to constantly worry about being killed and eaten by other members of his kind. Cannibalism was a trait extremely common for wyrms due to lack of prey of their size, a side effect of the mutation that allowed them to stop aging - they outlived the other giant creatures of the region and were left with no sufficient food. This prompted Vyrm to find new ways of defending himself, which led him to learning soul magic from the ancient tablets left by the gods, made to assist any being that manages to decipher their meanings. Around this time, he developed a rising interest in the tiny bugs he often encountered, and seeing their attempts at forming communities, he believed he could become their equal and help them, to show the world and himself that he wasn't as destructive and cruel as the rest of his kind. So after traveling towards the mountains, he used a powerful spell that reduced his form to something that wouldn't frighten them, and eventually created Hallownest after giving many of the bugs in that area sapience.

The White Lady was the first being he encountered that helped him get back on his feet after the mentally draining change of form, and as he got attached to her, his childhood trauma kicked in - he wouldn't figure out that he was gay until much, much later, and since his bond with his mother was the only form of love he experienced thus far, he assumed that what he felt towards The White Lady was love. Unfortunately, this meant that his idea of love was obsessing over making her happy and meeting all of her expectations, a mindset that proved to be quite devastating for his mental health in the long run.

WL is a being that's very cold and distant in nature, at times appearing self-absorbed, and her ideal vision of her marriage to Vyrm unfortunately went against his more shy and emotional nature. He would sacrifice his own happiness so as not to upset her, and she sadly failed to notice how much that stressed him out. He was to attend important meetings, deliver speeches during royal events, and satisfy her needs, and he obliged, no matter how unhappy it made him. Here is a post that goes more in detail about their relationship.

Another very important reason for his continuous anxiety and decline in health was his refusal to eat food. Ever since learning the spell, he sustained himself with soul as opposed to eating, for a very simple reason - he knew how feral he was when eating, and he did not want to scare his subjects. On top of that, he feared being seen as a hypocrite, as he always encouraged the mortals to reject their beastly instincts. For the longest time, it appeared to have no negative side effects, but following his divorce with The White Lady (which was a result of their disagreements over the vessel plan as well as all the built up tension between them), he started showing signs of starvation. His body became very skinny, and he would frequently fall sick. Any attempts at eating food only backfired, as his stomach wasn't used to it.

But to rewind a little bit - some time after he married WL, he met Grimm. Grimm is the brother of The Radiance and one of the children of The Dream Lord, the king of The Gods' Plane. Soon before their father perished in the fight with The Shade Lord, they were both given a share of his domain to rule over - The Radiance was meant to control the dream essence, guard the happy dreams of bugs and give them hope, while Grimm (also known as The Nightmare at the time) looked after the nightmare essence, the bugs' nightmares and fears, and helped the mortals overcome and learn from them. To his sister's disapproval, he did not see eye to eye with her vision of godhood - he did not care for worship, and instead created himself a physical form to spend time with the mortals, whom he gained a fondness towards. They disagreed, she was paranoid about him conspiring against her and overthrowing her, and they eventually fought, which ended with Grimm's defeat and exile from The Gods' Plane. He began calling himself The Nightmare King to spite his sister, though he introduced himself as Grimm in the physical plane. Ever since, he has to periodically replace his physical body as the weakened Nightmare Heart is unable to sustain it indefinitely. He calls that process the ritual.

Grimm and Vyrm's first meeting wasn't exactly what you'd expect. Grimm had a fondness for pleasure, he loved to drink and make love (though his reasons for the latter were rooted in his loneliness and desperation for intimacy). And he saw Vyrm as the next name on his list of casual flings. However, as they talked, Grimm started noticing things about Vyrm that struck him personally. He could see the loneliness and sadness in his eyes, something that resonated with him. He was just as lonely, yearning for a fulfilling and intimate life that he witnessed in his interactions with the mortals, but aware of the fact that his immortality prevented him from finding true love and living that ideal life that he wanted. Hearing Vyrm's passionate rambles about his hobby, and sensing that similar loneliness, he thought that perhaps by helping the wyrm, he could help himself. So they became friends, very close friends, and although Grimm has had feelings for him from the start, Vyrm wouldn't show signs of returning them until after he separated with WL. Unfortunately, Grimm's rare visits to the palace and the return of the infection meant that they were not given a chance to confess their love for each other, as Vyrm disappeared with his palace soon after. I highly recommend reading this post for a more detailed description of their relationship.

I think this is a good opportunity to mention Holly (THK) and Hornet. I'll start with Holly since their relationship with Vyrm is closer to what you might expect. Vyrm tried his best not to get attached to them, as he had to remind himself that the vessels were not meant to be his children, but unfortunately he slipped occasionally. Holly idolized him and wanted to make him proud, but more importantly, they really wanted him to acknowledge them as his child. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to do it until after his hibernation (which I'll mention in a bit). Hornet, meanwhile, was always his beloved daughter whom he was incredibly close with. He raised her on his own, as WL left the palace around the time Holly was sealed away, all the way until his hibernation.

The hibernation was a result of his mental breakdown - after the infection returned, all of his fears and anxiety piled up until his mind was not able to take it, and in the last ditch effort to preserve it, he subconsciously used a spell that took him and his palace into his own manifested dream realm, separate from that of the gods, and started his hibernation. This was meant to erase all of his memories and save his brain from breaking down. The Knight (Ghost) interrupted it and woke him up, and he soon realized that he's been asleep for many, many years. The unfinished hibernation process messed up his brain quite a bit, and while most of his important memories were intact, he forgot a lot about his early life, which included the knowledge of how to use soul magic. Without the powers he relied on, he was forced to eat actual food, and so he began hunting the wildlife and feeding on it, now without the fear of being seen by his subjects. This is where the feral part of the AU name comes from - he's no longer the imposing, royal figure he once was, whenever he hunts, it's easy to confuse him for a beast. An intelligent one, but still a beast. And the big chunk of his character arc is accepting that part of his being, and finding happiness in his new life.

He eventually met with Hornet, who took him to Dirtmouth where he reunited with Holly and Grimm. With Holly, he finally expressed how proud he was of them, and promised to be the father that he never was. With Grimm, he confessed his love and apologized for taking so long to realize how he felt, and the two quickly became partners, and later husbands. With Hornet, his relationship had a very difficult start, as the years of being on her own made her bitter and angry. This is already getting very long, so here's a post I made about her relationship with Vyrm which goes in much more detail that I can reasonably fit here.

This is basically where the AU is at this moment. Vyrm lives with his family in Dirtmouth, returns to his old workshop hobby and slowly rebuilds the town using his skills and knowledge (some of it he had to re-learn from books). He completely rejects his old royal life, sees himself as a failure of a king and so does not want to be referred to as one (instead simply going by "Vyrm" as his name). He deals with many emotional and psychological issues - he lacks confidence, he's paranoid about failing his family and overall he's very anxious and quite emotionally unstable. Of course, he's much happier than he was before, his new life suits his nature a lot more, and even his more wild side is generally accepted by the community. But it's not all sunshine and rainbows, there is still quite a lot of trauma he has to process. And that goes for everyone in the main cast, they all have things they have to deal with. But at least they have each other.

There is an event that shakes their peaceful family life a little bit, and that is an attempt on Vyrm's life in the hands of one of the Grimmkin. Since Grimm decided to stay in Dirtmouth, he always returns to it between each ritual. And, after many years of being able to visit different kingdoms and enjoying what they have to offer, the Grimmkin got used to the relatively luxurious life, so the prospect of being stuck in this small town frustrated quite a few of them. One in particular decided to take the matter into their own hands, and while Grimm was away in the City of Tears, they attempted to take Vyrm's life in hopes that it would make their master leave Dirtmouth behind. They failed as Brumm interrupted the attempt, though they managed to wound Vyrm with a blade. He survived thanks to his family and friends rushing to treat his wound, meanwhile the Grimmkin behind it was caught by Brumm, and then brutally taken care of by Grimm after his return. It had a significant effect on all of them. Vyrm became more paranoid about being left all by himself. Grimm became even more protective of his partner and the rest of his family. Holly grew even more attached to Vyrm, refusing to leave him alone for a long time afterwards, out of fear that someone could hurt him again. And Hornet finally realized that she needed to be more clear about the fact that she cares about her family, in case she ever loses any of them. That's basically how it went, and I think this is the first time I actually mention it (as I debated whether to make this idea actually canon in the AU or not) so hey, I guess you can consider this a fun fact, even if it involves a lot of pain and blood hahaha

Also, I need to bring up the children. Their first child was Lewk. He's the child of Vyrm and Grimm, who hatched from an egg laid by the latter. He is currently 2 years old at the time of the AU (he was born about 5 years after Grimm and Vyrm's reunion). The newest addition to the family are the twins, Milo and Asta, who are currently about 2 months old.

Oh, also, Zote is part of the family as well. Initially Holly simply befriended him, but over time he got assimilated into the household. Here is a post that goes more in detail on how I see him, how he fits into the family and what the other characters think of him.

If you want to know more about the characters, especially the side characters I didn't mention here, you can read this post which has short descriptions for each of them.

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Some more posts that I'll link here instead of adding onto this already ridiculously long summary:

Lurien in the AU: how he survived / on his relationship with FPK

The state of Hallownest

WL's current whereabouts

On gods in the AU (more related posts linked in this one)

(will probably add more over time)

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God, I'm really sorry for the length of the reply, as I said, I struggle to condense this stuff into shorter posts especially since there's a lot to talk about (and I LOVE to ramble about this). There's a chance I missed some details, but if you're interested, just go through the #feral pk au tag on my blog (particularly the #save tag for the most important posts, it's linked in my pinned post), I tag all ask answers and related art with it, so it should be relatively easy to read through. If it's a bit overwhelming, you can always simply ask more questions if you're unsure about something, I'm always happy to answer! ❤

EDIT: I forgot to respond to the second half of the question, i'm sorry 😭 yes, FPK can make purring like noises. It's not exactly like cat purring, it has a bit of a stuffy noise sound to it i suppose? But I'd still call it purring. Grimm can't purr, though, so it's just FPK (and Holly with their purr-like void rumbling).

#ask stuff #feral pk au #au summary #<- so i can find this post easily in the future in case it's needed

[li-esonthefloor]

i'm gonna start biting. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK

all three are great. 10/10. put me in the ground. ofc julius and elle both surviving is paiiiiiin. (julius probably gets mistaken for elle's dad sometimes and fjdksljfs what does julius even know about victor... the party probably told him what victor said, julius getting to ruminate on a fractured self that would have stopped ludger from killing bisley... one that would have however implicitly defended bisley using elle?)

and elle... who doesn't really know julius as his own person and more just someone ludger occasionally mentioned, suffering because ludger loved julius enough to die for him and that making her identity crisis worse, because surely ludger loved julius more... ofc everyone tries to convince her otherwise, and julius himself is also suffering something similar because, well ludger should have lived and he should have died for that.

there is just pain everywhere... and that's before you get into julius once again looking after a child and being strongly reminded of the person who once cared for them... (ludger is never even going to know about claudia...)

but i am very 👀 about ludger chickening out in julius' fd. i've seen like two... three takes where prime ludger murders fractured ludger and takes his place but, two ludgers...

ludger was a bit young to be mistaken for elle's father even though the other him actually was her father.... but julius is the right age.... and looks a lot like her... how can you blame someone for coming to that conclusion :D (elle can blame them. loudly.) (julius probably makes up some story about something something cousin. nobody is alive to say otherwise :zany_face:)

i typed too much

aside from them being basically nothing to each other at first, the fun thing is julius doesn't remember (never knew-) how to take care of a child ^o^ and this on top of the grief and failure to cope well. so he fumbles so bad. and he can try to be The Authority Figure but that doesn't work too well, esp in the beginning....... elle isn't quite as self-sufficient as ludger was (had to become) at her age, but she ain't a normal kid. he will never be her father or even really her uncle (laughs bc her father murdered the him that was her uncle)? but i imagine they might eventually have something like. a combination of what juiius+ludger and ludger+elle had. living together kinda family weirdly equals. ludger trauma buddies

then maybe elle won't lose it as much when people think julius is her father... not because that's who he is, because she has only had and will only ever have one of those and he's dead too, but because it's less offensive because at least they care about each other now....

BUT FIRST. THE TRAUMA. THE GRIEF. THE FAILURE TO COPE-

i wonder if julius can one day tell elle the things he never told ludger.... she'll tell him exactly what she thinks of him and won't sugarcoat it :thinking: is that better or worse..... if he hoped for ludger's forgiveness, one day, she can't give him that on his behalf, but maybe.... :thinking:

as for the julius fd one,,

I THOUGHT ABOUT LUDGER KILLING FD LUDGER. it might even fit considering he is bad in the head enough to threaten to straight up sabotage julius' attempt to fix the world because he wants to keep him so bad... :'D however, consider, instead, Julius Gets Two Ludgers. and the ludgers have to both deal with 'the other guy is the one nii-san really wants' and figure out how to coexist with someone who is basically the same person taking the same space they've always taken up alone. and the ludgers can one day also k*ss each other. i found those very convincing arguments.

#v #fucking kresnik family #a complete wreck #absolutely fascinating #reply #tox2 tag

[kimimraikkonen7]

Q&A with Kimi Raikkonen at the Lotus E20 launch

The 2007 Formula 1 World champion talks of his return to the sport with the lotus F1 Team after two years away in the forests and stages of the World Rally championship.

Why F1?

Formula 1 is something very special in my racing career, and you always want to race at the toughest level, so Formula 1 is where you want to race if you have a choice.

How quickly did the deal come about with the Lotus F1 Team?

Everything came together quite quickly. We shared a common goal and everyone was happy. This was the only way to do it and everything went pretty well from there.

What do you think of the team now you’ve completed two days testing?

I’m happy with the team, they are very nice people, very easy going and it was nice to work with them for the two days I did in the R30. I think we’ll have a lot of fun in the season ahead and hopefully we will get some good results. I want a strong enough car to challenge for good results.

When did you decide to finish rallying and to go back to Formula 1?

When I did the NASCAR races, I enjoyed the racing and I want to do more racing. I still want to do rally and if I could I’d do them both at the same time – but this isn’t possible. For sure I will do rallying again in the future. I want to do racing as I had a really good time in NASCAR racing against other people and I realised that I was missing this – that’s when I decided that if there was a good chance to return properly that I would do it.

If you’d been in rallying with sufficient time could you have been as good as Sébastien Loeb?

I don’t know! I don’t think anyone is as good as him right now! For sure I could have improved, but I don’t know how far. I’d improved last year from where I was in 2010. I went to rallying to see how well I could do and I still think that it’s one of the most difficult sports that I have ever tried. It’s not easy! The guys at the front are very fast, but equally if you put them in a Formula 1 car they would probably have a similar story to me in rallying. I think I would need another couple of years with testing. With rallying there are so many different surfaces and it’s completely different from Formula 1.

What are your thoughts on how F1 has changed since you last competed?

In 2010 I didn’t really follow Formula 1 but I saw more races last year. It doesn’t really look different, but there is overtaking in some different places where people can just drive past by opening the rear wing and the driver in front has no chance to defend himself – so is this really overtaking? I don’t think it counts all the time. But for sure the show is better. The tyres make a difference too, as there is a big speed difference between when the tyres are new and when the tyres are old. In the old Formula 1, you had to be so much faster than the guy in front of you to have any chance to overtake, but now with the tyres and the DRS, it’s different.

Do you have anything to prove with your return?

I think people expect things from me, but as long as I know that I’m giving 100% and I’m happy with my driving then I’m happy. If those aspects are true and it’s not enough, then it’s not enough.

How’s your motivation?

There’s always talk about my motivation, written by people who don’t know me and couldn’t have an idea on how strong my motivation is. If I didn’t feel I had the motivation, I would stop. My feeling is that I probably drove some of my best races in my last season in Formula 1 and I was very happy with my performance. I’ve never had any issues with motivation.

What are your thoughts on KERS and DRS – you didn’t have them when you tested the R30.

I’ve driven with KERS before and DRS is just a button. Once you’ve done it a few times it will become automatic.

How well do you know your new team-mate, Romain Grosjean?

I think we will have a good relationship. I met him before Christmas and I raced against him in 2009. He seems a very nice and normal guy, so I don’t see any problems there.

How is your fitness for Formula 1’s challenges after two years rallying?

For sure, the G forces are different, but you get pretty good G forces in some tarmac rallies. The steering is probably a bit heavier in rallying too. You sit in different position and you use different muscles. Rallying overall is probably not as physically tough in short bursts like Formula 1 but it’s pretty mentally tough as you spend the whole week for about 12 hours a day in a car driving. In this way rallying is much more tiring than Formula 1. The driving itself is more physical in Formula 1, but I’m looking forward to getting more sleep.

Lotus F1 Team is fighting to be back at the front, how can you help in this battle?

In my last year at Ferrari we weren’t always at the front but I’m a good racer and I want to get to the front. Lotus started well last year and we hope that the new car will be strong.

-2012

#kimi raikkonen #kimi räikkönen #formula 1 #lotus f1

[ao3gobi17]

What I forgot to add to the what if maze runner,

In the books and movies before the kids get put in the maze they wipe their memory so that none of them have any memories of anything before the maze.

So obviously, spider wouldn't recognize Quaritch, would that fuel his anger even more? Or would he be glad, because that means he could keep spider in the dark about what happened and spin his own story about what happened.

Also, in the books WCKD gives the kids different names when they get put in the maze like Thomas' real name before the maze was Stephen. So in this scenario it would mean that spider thinks that his real name is spider. Would that infuriate quaritch even more? Since spider was named after him?

I'm also curious as to how quaritch and the team would handle spiders trauma.

I also think that they would be pretty impressed by what spider can do, since they were pretty self sufficient in the maze.

Maybe spider was a runner and has a great condition that could come in handy (weather it comes in handy for spider or the team remains the question lol)

You could write a good crossover fic out of this, you should consider it!!

That's a great question about Custody-Quaritch and the memory stuff. I think ultimately Quaritch would care more about Spider's wellbeing than how Spider felt about him. I know that's a tricky one because he's done things in Custody that are not beneficial to Spider's wellbeing, but he sees much of it as temporary measures (eg Spider won't be 'kidnapped' forever, because he's going to want to stay with his dad once he gets used to everything). So even though in this MR scenario Q would benefit from being able to shape the narrative to Spider however he liked, he would care more about the distress/confusion Spider would feel if he couldn't remember his past.

And in fact, depending on how you squared the timeline, if Q had only broken out of prison and the government (WCKD is the government, right?) was evil then Q is very much not the bad guy other than the question over whether he killed Paz. He's escaped the bad guys and rescued Spider. So he doesn't have a lot to defend about his actions at this point and he definitely would prefer for Spider to have his memories. Even more importantly, if Spider didn't know who Q was then Spider might feel kidnapped rather than rescued and he might feel suspicious of Q. Q wouldn't have the childhood memories to fall back on either - we cannot underestimate how much Spider's memories of those first 7 years are in Q's favour in Custody.

That was a really long way of saying Q would want Spider to have his memories LOL.

Q would not be delighted that Spider didn't know his name was Miles, he'd be pretty mad at the people who messed with Spider's head like that, but I don't think he'd be so hung up on it just because Spider is named after him. Like if Spider approached Q right now in Custody (hard with a whole cliff between them lol) and said 'I go by Spider nowadays, would you call me Spider? It would mean a lot to me' I think Q would agree to do that for him.

The recoms and Q would both be impressed with Spider indeed - I think they'd all be able to relate to eachother a bit better because some of their experiences and abilities probably align. Spider himself could have quite a different personality from the one we see in Custody too, probably more brash, less serious, less insecure, taking more impulsive risks than calculated risks. So I could see him fitting in with them well. Of course, if he was just super traumatised by everything, then maybe we'd see a different Spider again! I reckon the recoms would have some harrowing tales to tell from armed conflicts, so they might be able to help Spider find some kind of normalcy about what he'd been through and give him hope for recovery.

And needless to say, Q would be exceedingly protective! <3

#gobibside #custody

[sweet-star-cookie]

gimme everything you got about the voidlands!! (without spoilers obv) what kinds of spirits are in the voidlands? how do you get there? what does scorpio do down there? etc. etc.

Ohohoho :D -rubs my hands together- The concept for the Voidlands was a relatively recent addition compared to some of the others for this project, but I'm quite proud of it already so I hope you enjoy :D

The first thing to note about the Voidlands, and how the spirit corruption/restoration cycle works in general, is that it's not always consistent. As in, the level of corruption or restoration can differ per spirit or per encounter, and there are several factors that can determine the outcome either way. Spirits who have been corrupted for longer can often be harder to heal and take on larger and more aggressive forms that are more difficult to fight or calm down. They are also much closer to burning out permanently or, even worse, going supernova and creating a black hole in their wake instead. Spirits who possess more Light magic overall are less prone to being corrupted through exposure to Void magic, or at the very least can fight it off or survive damage from it for longer than others if they end up in the Voidlands itself.

The one exception to this is Scorpio, as while he has a very limited amount of Light magic compared to the others, he uses what little he does have to defend himself from attacks down there. His inherent connection to Void magic makes him far more resistant to it overall. This did not come without significant amounts of training though, and entities within the Voidlands still pose a great threat to him, which is part of why he's armed with such a large amount of weaponry and why he needed a shield initially.

Not all spirits that are rescued are able to return to the Astral Plane right away, and may end up back in the Voidlands or fall down to Earth again. As mentioned before, the Voidlands exist between the Astral Plane and Earth's atmosphere, so rescued spirits still have to travel through it in some way to get back safely, and require a certain amount of Light magic to do that. It's essentially the reverse of the corruption cycle, where spirits are corrupted by enough Void magic to fall through to the Voidlands and down to Earth, though some don't have enough Light magic remaining to make it all the way and succumb to the corruption entirely, burning out as a result.

Even Cassie herself appears in the Voidlands pretty often when travelling between the worlds, especially at the beginning when her own Light magic and that of Flicker/the zodiac portal is still at a small power level. This is how she first meets Scorpio, actually, as the initial activation of the zodiac portal wasn't powerful enough to send her further up yet. Even when she is sufficiently powerful though, for some reason she seems to end up near Scorpio more often than not.

This discrepancy in power can place otherwise restored spirits right back into the Voidlands, and learning this is one of the reasons why Cassie trains so hard to hone her magic so that it doesn't keep happening. In other words, when she saves them she wants them to stay saved! When a spirit is successfully rescued, they return to whatever their home is or some other place that is of importance to them. Some are also drawn to whatever group of spirits they commonly associate with, if any. For example, if Pavo were corrupted and rescued, he would likely reappear near the spirits of the other members of his group, The Southern Birds (Tucana, Phoenix and Grus).

However, as the destruction of the Astral Plane continues, some of the spirits' homes do not survive, and the remnants of them will often fall into the Voidlands. If a particular spirit's home is destroyed and/or they don't have any remaining ties with other spirits, they can reappear in the Voidlands where their home used to be instead. Draco is one example of this, where he kept reappearing where his apple tree used to be, and he ended up corrupting and returning to Earth repeatedly as a result.

While any spirit can fall into the Voidlands or venture into it willingly, the astral seas pose an additional threat. Unlike the land-based paths or holes that lead into the Voidlands otherwise, the "safe zone" in water is not as clearly defined, so the dangers of the depths can be a lot closer to the surface than you think! Pisces and many of the other constellations based on sea life have experience with this, and this is primarily why Pisces shares her water magic with them. This allows them to "breathe" outside of water and generally live on land to lessen their risk compared to living only in the sea.

One entity that appears all across the Voidlands is, well, someone's hands! Several of them, in fact, appearing equally as wispy and shadowy as anything else down there, but no one can determine who they belong to or where exactly they're coming from.

The only hints seem to be that they are constantly and desperately reaching out for something, and are attracted to Light magic and the Starglass like the other corrupted spirits. Well, that and a voice that only Cassie (and Ophiuchus) can hear. It's one she has heard before, but doesn't recognize. Whatever sentences she can make out are always calling out for a "little star". The deeper into the Voidlands, the louder the voice seems to be. Curiously, this voice can also be heard coming from the inside of black holes. The bigger the black hole, the louder the voice.

When the hands do appear, they will grab onto anything possessing Light magic and pull them deeper in, which is part of why the Voidlands are so dangerous. The deeper in, the darker it is. Sometimes these hands, or more commonly the spirits that have been corrupted in general, crawl out of the various chasms and cracks that have formed over time. Corrupted beings of any kind will hunt after Light magic, and Cassie is targeted the most because of that and the Starglass itself, similar to how the spirits on Earth are naturally drawn to it. The more combat-oriented constellations (Cancer, Sagittarius, etc.) spend a lot of their time fending off these creatures from reaching the surface. It should be noted that even the Sun and Moon spirits themselves fear the Voidlands, though the extent of which is less clear.

Now you may be wondering, why don't they heal them instead of just fending them off? Well they certainly try like they would normally, and depending on the situation they can be successful if the spirit was just returned to the Astral Plane or otherwise isn't too far gone. Scorpio often encounters these during his excursions into the Voidlands, but isn't always able to save them. At first, he gives the impression that he doesn't care to save them, but in reality it's because of his limited Light magic that he'd otherwise need to survive himself. Though he'd be hard pressed to admit it, he feels guilt for those he cannot save. Once Cassie realizes this, she and him team up a lot more so she can help using her own Light magic, whether he wants her to or not. An additional problem comes from constellations of inanimate objects. Since they don't possess any kind of sapience/sentience, these tend to stay stuck in the Voidlands if they fall into it rather than falling to Earth. In addition to preserving the memories of past incarnations, one of the reasons that these kinds of objects on the Astral Plane are kept safe is so that they don't get corrupted or destroyed, or to stop anyone with malicious intent from trying to use/wield that object in its corrupted state. Sometimes objects that aren't officially parts of constellations but are still made of stardust and light energy like the rest (like, say, the weapons in Sagittarius's forge) can still succumb to this. Nothing's worse than encountering an already dangerous being in the Voidlands, only for it to pick up a sword on the ground and start slashing!

This idea escalates when Cassie and Scorpio encounter beings that were once inanimate objects, but seem to have been given artificial life as well somehow. One example of these is Horologium (the clock), and another being Fornax (the furnace), to name two. I currently only have a very rough design for the former at the moment though, sorry ^^'

Once the astral clock in the Solunar Spire, Horologium was destroyed during the rather explosive disappearance of Solaris, the Sun spirit. Without Solaris, the earth and fire signs don't have their elemental magic, and thus the earth signs can't use that magic to repair the damage to the Astral Plane's landscape and buildings.

Since the "life" it has is artificial, Horologium can't really be rescued like the others, and thus must be destroyed or at least kept at bay. This is a lot easier said than done though, as this and many of the other beings in the Voidlands are massive in size and a lot harder to kill as a result.

Though Scorpio does much to keep creatures like these at bay anyway, that's not actually his main "job" while down there. At least, not entirely. One thing he is tasked with doing is gathering Star Fragments, glass-like remnants of dead constellations. This serves the dual purpose of preserving what remains of the dead, but also confirms who actually is dead as opposed to merely lost. These fragments are taken to Aranea to turn them into stained glass portraits for the mausoleum. It is unclear if they can be corrupted as well, but they seem to react to Light magic and glow when near it. The fragments can also move on their own after lighting up. Cassie finds some of these on Earth as well, indicating that some of the corrupted spirits did not make the descent.

But as you might have guessed, the biggest confirmation that everyone is looking for is whether or not Ophiuchus is truly dead, which is why Libra and others insist on the urgency of these excursions. Scorpio has his own reasons for looking for his former mentor though, so doing this "job" is more of a means to an end. As mentioned above, his ability to withstand being in the Voidlands is what makes him one of the few to be able to do it at all, but it's also to make up for his connection to the Voidlands in the first place. Though he did not create it, his arrival was the catalyst for it opening up so much, and that has had quite the ripple effect. Everyone is still reeling from that effect over the course of the main story, but luckily some do eventually see that Scorpio was wrongly blamed for something that was largely out of his control.

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[crow-stars]

i was puting glue on my hands when i thought of this. enjoy :]

things in this: kind of crack(?), glue, jamil being disappointed

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When there wasn’t much to do, Scarabia could be quite boring. About a third of the things Kalim had suggested were something that would have Jamil yelling at the two of you or just something that just wouldn’t be well advised.

Your eyes trailed over to Kalim, who was using his pencil on paper, the tip scritching away on the sheet. He was doodling, it seems, just small shapes or the occasion stick person that looked like either him or Jamil.

Reaching over to your bag, you start rummaging through it to find something to occupy yourself.

Books, papers, folders, the occasional lost eraser, and just a couple of writing utensils. And then you came across a bottle of glue.

You didn’t really use it much, the teachers barely gave any assignments that needed glue (it was a magic school after all). It was just something you got along with the other school supplies. You twist the cap, squeezing the bottle a bit and letting the glue peek out. Your finger swipes at the white bead, spreading the cool liquid across the pad of your finger.

An idea then comes to mind, humming as you use your thumb to spread the glue across the pad of your finger, pulling your hand away to flick it about.

Kalim notices you waving your hand around almost immediately, ruby eyes looking curiously.

After a few, you check your finger, glue sufficiently dry to your liking. You turn to Kalim, a smile on your lips.

“I have an idea Kalim.”

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Jamil stared at the sight before him, gray eyes narrowing a bit.

The prefect and Kalim were frozen like deer, staring back at the vice housewarden silently, waiting for him to do something.

Jamil’s eyes trailed to both pair of hands, Kalim’s covered in glue and slowly drying and yours, non-dominant hand also covered in dried glue and the other holding the glue bottle. The bottle was tipped over a bit, hovering over Kalim’s formerly waiting hands.

“Hi Jamil.”

Jamil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Hi Kalim.. What in the Great Seven have you two done?”

You laughed nervously, fumbling to close the glue cap while Kalim was trying to figure out what to do about his sticky hands.

“U-Uh, well-” You started pushing the glue bottle behind you as if Jamil hadn’t already seen the offending item.

“So we were bored-”

His eyes narrowed. “I can guess that.”

You averted your eyes, feeling like you were under the stare of a disappointed mother.

“Look- I-” Jamil heaved a sigh, not knowing what to say first. “Just- why glue?”

This was when Kalim piped up, grinning at his vice housewarden.

“It’s really satisfying to peel the glue off!”

An incredulous look was sent to Kalim.

You pick up the bottle, holding it out to Jamil.

“You wanna try?”

Jamil’s disgust is quick, nose scrunching and head shaking, the bells and gold in his locks jingling softly.

“Ew- no. You two need to get that glue off.”

You start to grin as you stand, waving the bottle around a bit. “C’mon! It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Jamil took a step back, head still shaling and hands up as if to defend himself.

“No don’t you dare get close to me!”

Every step toward him, Jamil took a step back, eyes glaring sharply at your slowly giggling figure.

“Come on Jamil~ Just a little bit!”

“No!”

Jamil started to walk away, not wanting to get a smidge of glue on his body. You followed after, laughing and teasing the vice housewarden with the glue still in hand.

Kalim was left to peel the dried glue, smiling happily at the odd but satisfying sensation.

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[saintsenara]

Thoughts about Severus Snape/Arthur Weasley? Because I have many.

(PS: thank you for answering so many asks about crack ships, it's both really interesting and hilarious!)

thank you, anon, because i'd never really stopped to think about this one and now i'm extremely compelled by the concept!

the weasley siblings - percy included; he's the person who gives harry the bit of gossip which heavily influences his opinion of snape [that snape wants the defence against the dark arts job] in philosopher's stone - all canonically loathe snape, and there's undoubtedly a lot of open bitching about him in that household [ginny being convinced snape's up to something in order of the phoenix on the grounds that bill also reckons so is a prime example of sibling unity in loathing someone, and i relate].

molly and arthur, however, seem to have much more respect for snape, and much more conviction - prior to the end of half-blood prince - in his loyalty to the order. molly reproaches harry for refusing to speak respectfully about snape in order of the phoenix, and sirius is of the opinion that she'd be angry if she discovered he was suspicious about snape's motives in teaching harry occlumency. arthur has sufficient authority in snape's eyes - and in sirius' - that his mere presence in the room stops them fighting when snape comes to grimmauld place to arrange harry's occlumency lessons; and he's also - while lupin is the more vociferous defender of snape - unwilling to indulge harry's belief that snape's up to no good after he overhears him discussing the unbreakable vow with draco malfoy in half-blood prince [despite the fact that - in further evidence that he's one of the best adults in the series - he takes the rest of harry's concerns in that book seriously, especially as they relate to malfoy].

which is to say, arthur [and molly] can undoubtedly be written to value snape as a member of the order in a way that other members might not. and this might combine nicely with the family's canonical willingness to take in waifs and strays. ron telling harry in order of the phoenix that snape "never" eats at grimmauld place suggests that molly and/or arthur have asked him to [and we see arthur luring kingsley round with the promise of meatballs, the cheeky devil!]. i think you have a hook for a lovely bit of snarthur by writing arthur as determined to get snape to look after himself for once, and snape's canonical willingness to submit to men who tell him what to do [snapemort and snumbledore nation, join forces and rise up] being activated by the force of arthur's daddy-ish determination...

but, on a more serious note, i also think you could do something very interesting with snarthur post-war. one of the striking things about arthur is that, despite the fact that neither he nor molly were order members in the first war, they are its most important members within days of voldemort's resurrection and, following dumbledore's death, it is arthur - rather than kingsley, who one might expect to be better placed for the role - who becomes its de facto lynchpin. arthur also appears to be a central figure in the resistance more broadly - when the trio break into the ministry in deathly hallows, arthur feels no fear about letting "runcorn" know where his loyalties lie - while also remaining in his state job, despite his knowledge of the atrocities voldemort's regime is committing, because he evidently regards it as his duty to the war effort to retain access to the state machine and the information the order can glean from it.

[i would quite like to see this timeline clarified from the version i often see in fics: the evidence of deathly hallows is that all of the adult weasleys remain in their jobs until easter 1998, so late march/early april. they are not in hiding before then, and there is no evidence that the burrow is destroyed or ransacked prior to this date, including when the death eaters turn up at bill and fleur's wedding.]

arthur is, then, in a really good position to be able to appreciate - in a world in which snape lives - just what he went through as a spy, particularly as the war built to its conclusion. i am always struck by sirius' statement in order of the phoenix that arthur is a man who understands that "there are things worth dying for" in war, but i think that [unlike sirius] arthur also demonstrates throughout canon that he understands the flip-side of this: that there are things worth living for.

[this is a man, after all, who jumps straight into remadora shipping while his son lies injured and dumbledore lies dead. king shit.]

and - and this is one of the reasons why i enjoy post-war mess so much in a fic - it's frequently the case that it is often harder to live for something than to die for it. a snape who's miraculously survived nagini's bite [something else these two have in common!] finding himself confused and unmoored in a world in which he's just... free is a trope i adore, as is the idea that arthur's canonical interest in fixing things extends to being a mender of people.

i'd like to see them on a little journey through grief together.

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