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blissfulalchemist · 2 years

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full clear + carly & siberite xx

Stella! Thank you for your patience as I worked through this full clear. Since Carly is going to need more space this is only going to be for Sib and I will have Carly posted later once she's finished. Thank you for inquiring about my girl!

💀 Has your OC ever lost anyone to death? Multiple people? People close to them? How does the loss make them feel?

.....Sib has lost people yes. The first being her older brother when she was 7 and this was never addressed by her parents as they just acted like they never had a son to begin with. This caused some strife as little Sib remembered him and wanted to talk about him but was told that she never had a brother to begin with, had it not been for Khutula (her brother’s best friend) she’d have believed herself to be crazy. [Spoilers below the cut]

Then we get to the infamous time in Ishgard for dear Sib. She had lost one comrade prior but wasn’t very close to her so it was easier to grieve and move on. But! Sib also believed her other Scions to be lost to her and was...not coping well my dudes. This opened up the door for her to get close and form a relationship with our dear Haurchefant who dies trying to protect her and she is DEVESTATED to say the least. She did the one thing she knew and that was attempting to bury the relationship and feelings related to it deep, she went into battles with vast amounts of guilt (this man was in love with her and she wasn’t in love with him in the same way and despite the fact he said he was okay with this she still saw herself leading on a man that deserved so much more and better) and threw herself into battle after battle hoping it will be her last. It takes a while for her to accept it and move on but it sits with her forever and always but he had a pretty big impact on her psyche as he was the first person that she was close to that died and was acknowledged afterwards. After that she deals with most of the death like a normal person that doesn’t like talking about their feelings and by the time she loses the Exarch she’s actually able to grieve and let forth her emotions, letting people in which allows her to move on. However she’s still unhealthy in the notion that she will be damned if she has to see anyone else she loves dies, which leads to reckless actions and are left with two idiots trying to recklessly save the other. This woman’s whole emotiona journey is based around loss which is a whole essay sometimes.

tl;dr- Sib has suffered loss and is terrible at handling it until the current ending.

🙏 Is your OC religious in any way? Why or why not? Do they have other beliefs that govern them in any way?

Sib isn’t very religious in the the sense that she actively worships gods, but she has belief in them and does find that they do provide some direction of life, much to her ire. You will hear her give praise to them and the only one you could say that she actively worships if Hydaelyn given that she’s performing duties given to her from this diety.

💍 Does your OC have a specific item that is priceless to them but may (or may not) be completely worthless to someone else? Is there a story behind this item or is it just because they like it so much?

Most of her priceless items are things that come once running away from home. The first being the bottle of the perfume Thancred gifted her after she made mention that no one in the markets sold her specific brand so to speak. She has it on her person once emptied and does put the occasional flower or stone in it, no one else not even Thancred knows that its the same bottle. The second thing is something she gets in preperation for the battle to end the Final Days from her parents, her mother was very insistent on having a say on her final armor (apologies to Tataru) wherein she had a necklace paired with it that’s made of steel reinforced palladium necklace with her namesake gem within the banners of the Azim Steppe tribes. While her relationship with her parents is still tenuous at best, they concede that they weren’t the ones to have really protected her all this time (they will never admit this out loud you must look between the lines for this) and that it was instead her brother Palladium and Khutula that did what they could not and this was a way to represent that. Her parents weren’t the ones to present it and really Tataru wasn’t even to tell her that they had a say in that part of the outfit, though she would have figured it out.

Her most priceless things are the family that she’s made. Every single one of them is the most precious and dear to her.

☄️ Does your OC believe in fate and destiny or do they think it’s a load of garbage? Would they ever get this fortune told? What would a fortune-teller tell them about their future?

She does believe that there’s such thing as fate and destiny but that you are the maker of it. She was controlled in almost every aspect of her life and so when she had the chance to make something by her own hand she took it....there was some questioning of if she really had any control of her life but has taken it all in stride once accepting that sometimes you have your fate decided before hand.

📓 Write a typical diary/journal page by your OC! (or if you’d rather not, describe their journal. Do they keep one, why?)

Sib doesn’t keep a journal and she’s not the type to do so. She’s a very much live in the moment type of person and doesn’t feel she has the skill to truly capture the feelings, people, and events she’d write about. And besides why should she do it when there’s plenty of other people that are writing it all down for her! At that point she can have a little bit of a laugh when there’s inaccuracies in the tale.

⚖️ What is the biggest crime your OC has committed? Are they a theif, a cheat, a liar? What is the smallest, most petty crime they’ve committed? Or do they not do crime at all?

You know....I can’t answer this properly as like 99% of them are dependent on your morals and ethics. Pettiest crime was against her parents in sending them the bill for the katana Alphie didn’t think to talk down on price for. Could she have done it? Yeah, but she didn’t and it was to gain their attention somewhat.

💰 If your OC had all the money they could ask for what would they do with it? Where would they go and what would they buy? Are they the only one who benefits from this wealth?

Look....Sib pretty much is the richest of the Scions. The twins may come from a good amount of money but she has them beat. She got almost anything her heart desired growing up and to a point where she just didn’t want so much of it. She still spends some of her hard earned money (she spends nothing that her parents give her once the last of her items in the “to sell bag” she had when she ran away is pawned off. Yes she got under paid for a lot of the items but she wasn’t the brightest back then.) on things that are frivolous and expensive (see her perfume, circlets, and dress fabrics) but she doesn’t crave to have all the extra-ness that she grew up with. Like I’m gonna be real with you and say that her mother is very much the meme of “Its a banana, Sib. How much could one cost? $10?” and once hearing of the funds she’s been living off of (the horror of it all) sends over like more than one would need for an emergency fund to have should she ever find herself without any money.

If she could though Siberite would buy herself a fake husband that her parents approve of that only comes around when she needs him. Man gets to live a high life in exchange for keeping her mother off her back. However a very tough job as her parents have so high expectations.

🤕 What is the worst injury your OC has ever suffered? Do they have any scars or lasting physical reminders of it? Do they get sick often or have any lasting medical conditions?

Lord! Lord have mercy on this girl she thought her worst injury ever was going to be like the beatings from primals but NOPE! It was the second Zenos fight where she almost perished with the man. Though nothing beats the emotional slap that came from waking up to being lectured by all your friends about almost dying, for realsies this time. She did need to take a few days to recover from that so it was the worst one by far.

🍵 Are there any rumours about your OC hanging around? Nasty ones or just good humoured? Got any gossip to share about them?

When you are a high society woman with near zero friends there are quite a few of rumors, add another 20 for the fact that she’s not married and almost 30y/o 😱! Most of it was speculation on just what was wrong with her until it could be seen that it was her parents that were keeping her isolated.

Fast forward to when she finally leaves home and there’s some good humor gossip about the newest Ul’dah resident that thinks she can fight like a gladiator in silk and tulle when she could probably hardly lift a dagger with those dainty hands of hers. How silly of this girl to think she could be an adventurer.

Once becoming the Warrior of Light there’s many more that range from “How can she be so tough?” to “Did you see how she left with three different men last week?” to just who in the Scions she’s in love with to how she and the Lord Commander were secretly married after the official end of the Dragonsong war (yes this was her mother specifically that made it up….it has yet to catch on). She’s basically a celebrity and having people talk about you just comes with the territory.

🎨 Is your OC artistic? Can they draw or paint or do they prefer another medium? Are they a writer or musician or do they do something else? Give us a quick run down of what they can get creative with!

Sib isn’t really creative in any way. She knows (thought most forgotten) some arts but they were made to be a requirement and never kept any of them up, seriously don’t ask her to try and sew or paint she’s terrible now. Dancing seems to be the only thing she’s retained talent in but given that its more muscle memory she could do it in her sleep. You could coun’t fighting in a way as post Endwalker she takes the time to learn new methods of fighting and likes to combine them at times to be more effective. Her first time she did this was when she was training with samurai and she threw in some monk punches and kicks in the middle of the mock battle out of habit which led to her finding ways to better aid her, once she masters dancer and the sword its over for everyone I promise you.

💧 What makes your OC lose hope, what makes them give up and feel helpless? Have they ever given up on something really important or let go of a dream? What are some of their biggest regrets? Would they ever try again (if they’re able to)?

Sib is pretty prone to losing hope easily once she’s alone. She spent so much of her life alone in a household that decided it was better to repress feelings and did all in their power to keep her happy and safe and ignorant to how dangerous life could be that she never got the chance to properly process and learn how to handle negative emotions. While Khutula was there for her it wasn’t enough to really set an example when he also felt trapped in that house (and was raised in a place where fighting was the solution to most all problems). Siberite has to be with other people that can remind her that there’s still hope to be found and that she doesn’t have to bear the burden alone. It takes time but by the middle of Shadowbringers she starts to really get a grip on letting the feeling of hope be the automatic thought process and not just spiraling into despair.

In terms of giving up on dreams Siberite had to give up her dream of being just a no name adventurer once fully committing to the Scions. While this was a decision she doesn’t regret in the slightest it still kind of got in the way of her living in anonymity that she set out to do when running away. Thankfully post Endwalker she has a chance to reclaim this dream….if only for a little while.

🧠 Talk about your OCs mental health! Do they have any specific triggers or ways to practice self care? What are some things that are more difficult for them to do because of their mental health?

Sib doesn’t fully have methods of self care other than spending time with Thancred and her friends on a more individual level. She loves being around people and having some kind of fun or assisting in their work, hell the woman is content with sitting quietly as her friends get some much needed sleep after spending the whole night reading. This explains why even in her bad coping days she settled on spending nights at a tavern and going home with someone for the night.

Triggers for her are mentions of her failures, moments when she almost lost her friends, and especially her first major loss in Lord Haurchefant. While she’s gotten better you couldn’t even start to say Lord to address someone without her anxiety kicking in and she’s ready to cry. She still has nightmares about it that come when she’s fought with everyone and they came back a little worse than a few scrapes and bruises. Some voices that sound similar to past enemies will trigger fight or flight, seeing similar weapons, and until she takes the time to revisit places seeing and being near places of her biggest battles would give worry. Thankfully (in a relative sense) she’s great and burying emotions to tackle later (which yeah sometimes is never).

✨ If your OC were a deity of some kind, what would they represent? What do they look like? How are they worshipped and what offerings would they expect? What are their places of worship like? Their followers? Their teachings?

Some people do worship her like a god, she really doesn’t like it, but if she was one she would be one that would be a protector of those that need to find themselves. A guider of the lost if you will. You wouldn’t give any offerings as you would typically just pray, think of like a catholic saint type of deal.

🎁 What would be the perfect gift to buy your OC? What would be the worst gift? Are they themselves any good at gifting things or are they really indescisive? How do they wrap their presents?

Sib would prefer it if you didn’t buy her gifts, give her your time or make something for her that she can easily carry with her. This isn’t to say she’s ungrateful for gifts bought for her she just is so used to her mom giving her gifts that she didn’t want and she’s on the road now so there’s no room. At this point though a nice (uninterrupted) month long beach vacation with Thancred would be nice.

She’s…..not the best at giving gifts. She can find that there’s too many options and she tries to be thoughtful but what if she’s wrong? Or what if it’s not your favorite color despite that you’ve told five thousand times over that it is? She tries and they are always appreciated….though fair warning do take some caution if she cooks for you. As far as wrapping you will best believe that it’s wrapped to perfection with sharp corners and perfectly placed tissue paper in the bag and the box sturdy to withstand being in a bag that’s tossed around to no end.

💗 Relationships? Who are their friends, their family relations, lover(s), foes? What sort of personalities really tick them off and what others do they like? Is there anything that’d ruin a friendship for them?

For romantic relationships Siberite is currently in one with Thancred after so, so, so long of a will they won’t they and please just admit your feelings so we can move on situation that it’s to (almost) everyone’s happiness. Biggest props are given to Ryne that managed to surpass her original namesake by locking them in a room until they talked everything out.

Friends! She has a lot of friends now but none closer than those of the Scions. Even when she feels more inclined to be a mentor towards some they are still her friends and she is so loyal to them. Really the best kind of friends for her to have are ones that can be soft, firm, and ready to call her out on her bs, it doesn’t even have to be all three. Estinien was someone that she befriended on the grounds that he really did just tell it like it is and didn’t pry when she was just uh going through it in Heavensward. On the flip side Minfilia was someone she befriended due to her soft spoken but firm ways that helped in leading her to becoming the best Warrior she could be. To break up any friendship would take quite a lot, I mean she’s still friends with Urianger and he’s lied to her twice.

The only other significant relationship she has is the one she has with Zenos. They are the definition of frenemies to say the least. She found his ramblings about power and being the strongest to have some merit with the feelings of herself and perception, but when she said as much he kind of rejected it only to come back later and call each other friends. She probably was his only friend and he wanted nothing more than to beat her in a fight. He’s just so obsessed with fighting her again you’d think there was much more on his end and you may be correct on that but we shall never know as it is a friendship that defies the normal boundaries of such a term.

🕰️ Has there been an event that happened in your OCs past that affects their future or one that they think about still? Is this a bad event or a good one? What are a few of their childhood memories they can recall?

The most significant event pre WoL days is the death and subsequent elimination of her brother Palladium. She was still young when it happened and it had a big effect as it changed the dynamic of the household. She went from looking forward to seeing her brother again to being chastised and corrected when mentioning him. Her parents in their grief attempted to gaslight her into believing she never had a brother, Khutula thankfully assured her that she did and talked about him with her in the rare moments her parents weren’t around. But this event just set in motion isolation, lack of emotional competency, and adding on a whole new set of expectations due to them no longer having a son that was to become the inevitable heir. This isn’t to say that her childhood was all bad, she just has few memories with having other people around her.

What Siberite finds worse in this mess is that her only memories of Palladium are fuzzy and feel incomplete. She hasn’t forgotten him but she can’t really remember what he looks like, can’t remember most of the conversations they had, and can’t recall what the last thing she said to him was. All she can remember is the way his laugh sounded, how he looked hunched over a desk, and that he talked to her like an equal even though she couldn’t understand anything he was saying when it came to the study of aether. Most of all though is she can remember the feeling of love and comfort he gave her as some of her parents habits started long before he died.

🗣️ What are the most painful words that can be said to your OC to utterly break them? What are the words that you could tell them to cheer them up? Maybe some advice to give them the boost they need!

Giving her any kind of rejection can break her. She has this odd sense of being independent and not caring what people think while also caring about how much people like her which could be very much tied to her parents expectations as she can easily revert back to trying to be their perfect daughter when near them. This does eventually change into people showing her unconditional care and love as she really doesn’t believe she’s deserving of it once the romanticism of being a hero wears off in A Realm Reborn.

To lift her up you need more actions paired reminding her that despite how lonely you think you are you’re not. To show her that you’ll still be there even when you can’t be. Allow her to feel the negative to move back to the optimism she once had in the ideas of what it meant to be a hero and save the world. Her spirit is still so easy to break that just about anything can do it, so you need to remind her that she is capable of getting back up again and again and that she’s done it even when she wasn’t aware of it and she still believed herself to be incapable of such things. The fastest and most tangible way to show her is referring to her first weeks in Ul’dah and she went from guild to guild trying to find one that would take her in to teach her how to fight like she wanted never giving up. How once she found the pugilists she still didn’t give up despite how many times she went down and there were some that didn’t believe her to keep going given how dainty she could present as during that time, but she did and worked hard at it until she was good enough to begin adventures on her own. That is who she is and who she wants to be, someone that refuses to stay down.

👽 Describe your OC as if they were an urban legend or myth!

I have tried to write this out so many different ways and have gotten stuck each time as where does one start with someone that is hailed as a hero? She’s already a legend and a myth, so what could one possibly put down to describe such a person without it becoming a novel? She is a myth and hero and I simply don’t have the talent to create even a sample of such a tale.

🗺️ Does your OC like going on adventures? Have they ever discovered something really interesting and significant or are they just too busy getting lost? Where is their favourite place they’ve been? Least favourite?

Siberite loves to go on adventures and seeing new things! She got to do so much of it while being the Warrior of Light but it was never the same as what she had thought it would be when she started. Pose Endwalker though she’s allowing herself to adventure as she wanted to in the beginning allowing herself to get lost and go where the wind blows. Her favorite places to see was the Azim Steppe (she gets to see where Khutula grew up and where he met her brother) and The First (it’s literally another world! Like yeah it’s in ruins a bit but there’s so much there! And the Crystarium??? The Exarch did such a great job in making it).

Least favorite place she’s seen (though it’s not many) the Tower of Babil which is creepy to be in along with the fact that she did lose her body for a little in there so not the best memories.

⚡ What are your OC’s phobias? Is there any reasoning behind these? How do they calm themselves down after getting scared? What are they like when they’re afraid? Is there any chance of them overcoming their fears?

Sib doesn’t really have any nameable phobias that will induce fear in her, what scares her are repeats of events that caused her to lose people and the very real possiblity of people being lost to her. Her parents were really good at teaching her how to put feelings away in a box so you’ll never know she was afraid unless you knew her very intimatly and even then she won’t let it affect her. While there’s fear that comes in every batlle the one time it really mattered that she couldn’t feel too much fear was when the Final Days came to her home of Thavnair and the epicenter was at Radz-at-Han where her mother and father still lived. While they have their issues there was possibility of them working them out and some reconciliation between them prior, so she feared for their safety as they didn’t have the same skills as her friends and she’d have no other family at that point. She managed to keep it together though and was waiting for the right time to go looking, until finding out that Thancred had taken the liberty of looking on her behalf, bringing her mother to her so that she may be delivered onto Sharlayan to keep her focused. Her father being away at the time was found to be safe still (relativly as he lost an arm) in Othard. But all in all her fears relate to the PTSD gained from her time being a hero, it is something she can set aside for a long time to get the job done, though you will have to remind her later to actually stop and process everything that happened to invoke the fears in the first place.

On a lighter note Siberite really doesn’t like textures that are slimy, wet, and make the squish sound, it truly creeps her out and she believes it to be a prelude to bigger bug like creatures or things that will grab onto her.

#this was a lot but I hope you like it! I love my girl so much!#I promise you Carly is coming! I just have to think a little more at times as to not get things confused #siberite akagane oc #ffxiv

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sagemoderocklee · 2 years

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1, 12, 14, 19, 21 for the long EOY meme.

favorite fic you wrote this year

gonna say The Passing of Things (TPoT). Obviously it hasn't gotten to the GaaLee points yet, so if someone's lookin' for me to wax poetical about that aspect of the fic, well, that's not why I love it so much.

I love it because it's a visceral look at grief and loss, and I think those things are really important. I think there's a catharsis in writing about these things, a catharsis in reading these things, and I think it is something incredibly important and reaffirming--you're not alone in your grief, you're not alone in your strife, you're not alone in your anger... We all have 'ugly' emotions, we all process painful things in terrible, awful ways.

Sometimes we're selfish, sometimes we're mean, sometimes we suck at remembering that we're only human and that those around us are also only human.

Stories like this, for me, are about the universality of grief and it always just hits really close to home and feels really important for me when I write them.

favorite character to write about this year

I think my favorite characters are always the same group in flux. I love writing the Sand Sibs, Lee, and Tenten so much it's hard to actually pick at any given moment (though I won't lie, Kankurou often ends up being number 1 because he is just so fucking fun to write).

While I do tend to write a lot more fics from Gaara's PoV than I ever thought I would*, Kankurou is always a nice break and also I think he's really interesting. Like he's funny, but guarded? Also, he's just a big ol' slut and I love that for him.

Shikamaru is also another character I really enjoy. Like he is 100000% a wife guy and 100000% obsessed with his daughter, and that's really all I care about.

a fic you didn’t expect to write

Definitely The Ballad of the Dragon and the Phoenix (TBotDatP/The Ballad). For one thing, it's just going to be such a research heavy fic and I already have so much research heavy writing to be getting on with. I knew that the start of the fic wasn't going to be as research heavy, but I still didn't think I'd actually go for it because the overall fic is just a Big Project and I already have a lot of those.

All that aside though, I am honestly really happy I posted it. I think the prologue is really strong and intriguing, and honestly I can't wait to get more into it!

any new fics to start next year

God. I genuinely hope not. I think 16 WIPs is more than enough to be getting on with, ya know? Like I really don't think I need to be pushin' 20 WIPs, yet here I am with nearly that. Like I obviously always have a large number of unposted WIPs and ideas but to actually have 16 posted WIPs.... no... no, I cannot take it. I need to contain myself. Honestly, I should have made that one of my resolutions for the year: Don't start anything new. Not even old ideas that are still just ideas!

most memorable comment/review

So, I actually keep my fave comments in my inbox on Ao3. Like you know you get your notification and you click on 'em and reply, and then they're not grey anymore and are 'read' and you can just... delete them... yeah, I keep all my fave ones for when I need a pick me up and honestly... i do not know how i would even pick one of my faves if I'm being honest

#gaalee #naruto #shippuden #writing asks

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toughpaperround · 4 years

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Crack fic recs

-- Part 1 -- Rec list Masterlist

'Fuck Me Yourself, You Coward' by @matan4il (M, 1k) in which an incorrect Buddie quotes post becomes a whole fic.

A fic by @adamngoodbuck (Sibbed) on Tumblr, in which Buddie talk at last, but... who has hidden themselves out of sight?

'In the Hole' by Wolves_of_Innistrad (M, 1k) in which Buddie get trapped in a hole mess

'Bird brain' by @justsmilestuffhappens (ksz13) (T, 500 words) in which the Firefam has a chatty parrot.

'Romi the roomba’s replacement' by JustSmileStuffHappens (ksz13) (G, 500 words) in which a Roomba is the cause of strife.

'Hector the Wonder Cat' by Phreakycat (T, 7k) in which Buck falls for Hector in a big way.

'Satisfaction Guaranteed' by Phreakycat (M, 3k), a sex shop AU in which I seek out a reason to add this fic to every rec list I make. It's definitely crack!

'One In Four' by R_E_R6 (T, 2k) in which drunk Buck finally works some stuff through.

"You Speak Klingon?" by R_E_R6 (U, a drabble of 100 words) in which Buck and the Duolingo Owl are Bros

'Jar of hearts' by @captain--sif (T, 1k) in which Buck can’t find where he put his heart, and my heart melts.

'Strictly come, Buddie' by buckdiaz | @letswearyellow (M, 1k) a drabble series in which there's lots of *checks notes*… dancing? 👐

#911 fox #911 crack #fic rec #rec list #buddie

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oceanselevenism · 3 years

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I've seen that most of the stories on ao3 about them are mostly canon-compliant (and I don't have anything against that tbh) but I was wondering if you have any aus that you think could fit them or that you'd like to see?

omg i have SO MANY aus!! (it got Very Long so its under a cut)

- college au! danny gets kicked out (hes on full scholarship and does Thiefly Things to cover his expenses so hes not endangered just fairly fucked up abt it) (does it count as kicked out if u only live w ur dad three months a year) in freshman year, he befriends rusty (1 year below him) in sophomore year, debbie also befriends rusty (she and danny dont talk much but shes 2 yrs below him at the same college), and when reuben comes calling for a job he thinks debbie has a boyfriend (thanks to debbie telling her dad that she does) so she fake dates rusty. who ends up joining the job. and danny is Very Jealous

- snl ripoff au! danny and rusty are the weekend-update-adjacent anchors and they get gay. i Would have this take place in la (reuben is taking A Risk producing a late night sketch comedy show on the west coast but the 11/12/however fuckin many are fantastic cast members so even though they lose revenue from the other timezones not watching as much as they watch snl or whatever, they still make BANK... but danny and rusty getting gay throws the equilibrium out of whack) BUT la sucks DICK so its happening in new york. also this way u get Ocean Sibling Banter (debbie and lou are the anchors for The Actual Weekend Update and when debbie/lou get together and also when danny/rusty get together there are so many ‘just switch out the blondes/brunettes nobody will be able to tell and we won’t have hr down our necks’ jokes)

- au where the caldwells, abt to go deep undercover on a Huge Fucking Case, have to give up custody of 6 year old linus to tess and danny. the case stretches on for twelve years and linus grows up w tess and danny (who get divorced like right after they adopt him bc tess finds out abt dannys Thiefly Activities-- he confesses to her bc he doesnt rly want to predispose the kid to said thiefly activities) and also isabel (she and rusty break up like Right Before tess and dannys wedding and its very funny; she then goes on to marry tess) parenting him (rusty isnt as much in the picture bc he doesnt feel bad at all abt stealing and tess doesnt want linus to pick up that mentality also rusty Feels Things abt danny)! then when linus is like 18 or 19 danny disappears (tess and isabel think its Thiefly Activities again and arent concerned, just disappointed, but linus is very concerned for his dad-slash-stepdad-slash-sort-of-uncle) and he tracks down rusty so they can find danny. they roadtrip across america and eventually catch up to danny, who is helping the caldwells, and the five of them take down whatever gang the caldwells were chasing. linus now has 6 parents

- au based on this post where some archaeologist finds a bunch of dannys [french person voice] Love Lettairs 2 rusty and so obviously the logical course of action is to rob the museum (which happens to be the museum that tess is curating. funny how things work out) without telling his team What Theyre Stealing. they successfully pull off the heist but turns out the letters were not among the items they stole!! danny is getting desperate. as a last-ditch attempt he calls tess and asks her to let them rob the museum. shes like Why The Fuck Would I Do That. he explains and she begrudgingly agrees. danny and livingston go break into the museum Again but rusty tails them bc dannys been acting Weird and he finds out abt the letters bc livingston sweats more whenever he tells a lie. they live happily ever after (literally, theyre immortal) the end. also even though dannys a werewolf the 11 all call him the new jersey devil (its not his fault that legend came to be ok!! he was very drunk!!)

- childhood friends au!! danny and rusty were best buds as very young kids and then the oceans had to move. flash forward 2 present day where danny and debbie r robbing a museum (theyre building a flower shop over the vault and tunneling in, the dudes in brazil who came up w it are very very clever) and guess which two people are the assistant curators (is that even a title?). guess. ill tell u its tess and rusty! danny recognizes rusty, rusty ‘does not recognize’ danny (which is valid. look at photos of child george clooney and tell me you would recognize him). the 11 demand that they use this to their advantage and so danny and rusty Sort Of Date while the rest set up for the robbery, and danny feels really bad abt it so on the day of (after everyone has gotten away, ofc, he might be a lovesick bitch but hes not a snitch) he confesses and rustys like lmao i was onto u from the start. what kind of a name is [insert alias here] anyway. then they go live a life of crime and its great

- @sanduschism came up w a fantastic au where danny pickpockets rusty and feels bad so he sends the wallet back and they strike up a Correspondence

- HOSPITAL AU!!! danny and rusty r er techs while theyre doing med school and nobody knows how they juggle their shifts w school but also rusty can do a tracheotomy in like 5 seconds and danny can tell when a person needs an mri before they even list their symptoms so nobody questions it and nobody splits them up Ever. when they eventually become surgeons, danny does cardio and rusty does neuro, and whenever they have to work together not only do they never have to say what theyre doing, they don't even have What Do U Want To Cook For Dinner convos fully out loud. tess is head nurse... she makes so many excel spreadsheets... they are ALL color coded. isabel is head er doc and nobody dares to halfass things on her watch. reuben is head hospital admin, saul is chief surgeon, basher is head of the burn unit, the malloys r the HUNKIEST nurses in town, frank does plastic surgery/ent (every patient loves him bc he is just So Calm), livingston is The IT Guy, yen does like orthopedics or physical therapy, and linus is their fav resident who they all lovingly tease 24/7. the ocean sibs r both Cardio Gods and each dominate their respective coasts. debbie is an nyc doctor and if she sees a mass gen doctor its on SIGHT. the few surgeries that she and danny collab on go so fast that the med students in the gallery Cannot tell whats happening. lou is also a plastic surgeon and she and frank r best buds. linus requests time off like 6 months in advance Every Time and everyone hates it bc then They have to be on call but he doesnt realize his Extreme Overachieverness is causing so much strife. whenever tess and danny get in an argument she colorcodes his rounds spreadsheet to be the most neon shit youve ever seen. can you tell i never fully progressed past my greys anatomy phase this one is like 93489302 lines long

- superpower au where rusty has midas touch and danny has corrosive touch and when theyre too young to have control over their powers (abilities develop throughout adolescence and the user gains control at the end of adolescence) they accidentally brush hands and are terrified they just killed each other but turns out their powers like. cancel out. so until they reach like 21 or 22 and can touch things without fucking them UP they just. hold hands all the time. bc otherwise they have to wear gloves to prevent Accidents and both of them “hate gloves” (and also love holding hands. gayasses)

- uhhh hallmark au where danny is a crime fiction writer out on some beach north of ocean city nj and rusty is his fancy nyc editor. everyone else is a thief including debbie who is just Very weirded out that her brother, who robbed boston’s institute of contemporary art at age 22 and got away with it, has decided to spend the rest of his life churning out books. he is very critically acclaimed and about half of the 11 are buds with him and use his published books as heist inspo. the other ~half of the 11 are buds with rusty, and they tell him if danny’s heists are feasible or not (they always are. scarily so.) anyway rusty and isabel break up 12 days before xmas and danny and tess break up 8 days before hanukkah so dannys heading to debbie’s place in upstate new york to mope for the holidays when A BLIZZARD HITS and he gets stranded in midtown. and he and rusty are buds but like. Email Buds. they dont hang out irl and therefore they dont let their Totally Bud-Like Feelings mess up their professional relationship. but danny is stranded and its hanukkah and he ends up crashing at rustys place for the duration of the blizzard. and then rusty ends up coming to debbies place for the rest of the holidays. and then they kiss on new years eve and debbie kicks them out bc theyre being gross

- And More! thanks for the ask, anon! sorry it got so long lol i just have Many Thoughts

#oceans 11 #oceans eleven #danny ocean #rusty ryan #danny x rusty #oceans 8 #oceans eight

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jaynovz · 3 years

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Okay girls, gay and theys, we’re back with ep 1.7492

hohoho lad means business. can’t operate doctor guy. I’m so ready for this to be a shitshow right now. i hope they come to blows. Let. Luke. Go. Feral.

okay overview of current plotlines aka me proving that I know what’s going on beyond whatever luke’s char is doing:

tori and dr. green are engaged and that made the brother sort of like “hey I want to marry my lady” or whatever but she’s not down for marriage and it was a Thing. Also the brother has cancer in remission, so that’ll prob come back up. Um, Jasmine (sam frost, mega hottie blond) is getting over her dead husband but she felt guilty for doing The Flirt with Luke’s char (whose name is Lewis, I don’t think I’ve mentioned that yet) he also has a dead spouse so they can like. bond over that? anyway, they held hands and it was cute.

Uh, the elderly dude (palmer??) has a girlfriend and they’re just doing pure adorable romcom shit and I’m here for it. Oh also the gf is encouraging him to tell his mean boss to stop treating him bad. Very wholesome.

This one guy is in prison and was framed for murder? but then he did an actual murder in prison? anyway his siblings (I think they’re both sibs) are stressed about him getting hurt in there. So that was a thing. He got beat up in the season premiere (the in jail bro) and Luke’s nurse char, Lewis, was taking care of him. but now he works at the hospital and he just mean mugs that one doctor surgeon all the time b/c he holds him responsible for neglect of his wife’s med care and thinks it caused her death. and in general thinks he’s an inept surgeon.

What else? uhhhhh some dude who worked at the gym was drunk/had a drinking problem and got violent and the mom was like in his corner, but the step dad(???) and sis were like “nah he gotta go” but b4 he could get arrested, he bolted. So that’s caused some strife.

oh and everyone chipped in and threw the two very busy doctors an engagement party, which was wholesome and lovely. I would be more on team engaged doc except I’m on Lewis’ side b/c he’s Luke so I want him to go feral on this doc guy.

I know what’s happening! See?

the girls are FIGHTING~

I really do appreciate his mad face

also Luke again having some killer authority playing up to ppl taller than him. get em short king.

#home and away #luke arnold #my screencaps #thoughts

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mega-aulover · 4 years

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The Sib. War

Special thanks to @betweenribbonsandrainbows you brought our fandom together during a hard time and this is my way of saying thank you to all that you’ve done! Special thanks to @tindomrl for reading it through and giving me the push I needed. Also to my bestie my rock star @norbertsmom thank you for being their for all of the iterations of this story. You don’t know how valuable you are.

Rated T strong themes of bullying

Prompt: Fluff drabble Request #: Everlark ice skating (maybe a cute meet?) Imagine a world with out the Hunger Games, a world where Peeta still found a way to help Katniss after the death of her father. A world where there was still hunger and strife between the classes. Will their love find a way to bloom, or will it be squashed by deep seeded rivalries?

KPKPKP

The banging on the door woke Katniss. Feeling around on the bed she sleepily surmised her sister had moved to their mother’s bed. She turned to look out the window and frowned at the darkness outside. The windup clock on her nightstand read 2:30. Fluffing her pillow, she settled back into bed. She hoped if she ignored whoever was outside, they would go away.

“Catnip!” Gale’s voice bellowed from outside.

Katniss wondered what in the world Gale wanted at this time of night. She groaned, “It’s not even light out.” She sat up, frustrated as he pounded on the door. By now her mother and sister were awake.

“CATNIP!” Gale shouted her name even louder.

“Katniss,” her mother said from the other side of the room.

Gale called her name out again.

“You better go see what he wants before he wakes up half the Seam,” her mother yawned sleepily.

Katniss was ready to throttle Gale as she got up from her bed and stomped downstairs. She pulled open the door to find her hunting partner leaning up against the door frame. A rush of cold air swept into the room. It was snowing outside and it was piling up quickly.

“Catpiss,” he slurred. Katniss had to jump out of the way as Gale stumbled into the house and fell face-first on the floor.

Katniss closed the door before rushing to his side. “Gale!”

“How coos you,” Gale sang.

Seeing that he was okay she exhaled. She needed him to get up and go home. She tried to move the big oaf onto his side. “Gale get up,” Katniss grunted.

“In the wooossss u…ou cake him, how could cake…mmm…”

She frowned wondering what Gale was saying.

“You toosh cake boi to wooosss…”

Katniss’s eyes widened when she caught what Gale was accusing her of.

“What’s going on?” Her mother came downstairs with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders.

Gale began snoring.

“He’s drunk,” Katniss deadpanned, nervous her mother had overheard what Gale said.

“That much I can see.” Her mother checked his vitals. “What was he going on about?” Her mother asked, checking Gale’s pulse.

“Beats me.” Katniss shrugged desperately trying not to draw attention to his ramblings. The thing between Peeta Mellark and herself was private, and until tonight, a secret.

Gale mumbled in his sleep about cake.

“Help me push him up onto his side,” her mother said.

Together they were able to turn him.

“Ugh,” her mother exclaimed, wrinkling her nose. “He smells worse than that time when Buttercup got sprayed by a skunk.”

Katniss agreed, Buttercup smelled vile. She had to scrub the house for days. History was about to repeat itself as she caught a whiff of Gale’s breath and it nearly knocked her out.

“I am sure, his mother will be absolutely thrilled to know he got drunk once more,” her mother sighed.

Katniss watched her mother grab a throw and a small pillow from the sofa. Her mother put the pillow under Gale’s head and covered him with the throw.

Katniss stared at Gale and tried to figure out how he found out about her sneaking Peeta into the woods.

“Why don’t you go to bed, Katniss,” her mother suggested. “I will stay up with him. He’s so drunk, he may have poisoned himself with that white liquor Ripper sells at the hob.”

Nodding, Katniss went back upstairs to her bed and lay down. Her mind whirled with the memory of how it all began with Peeta. Everyone knew the baker’s youngest son was responsible for decorating the cakes that were displayed in the bakery window. Katniss came up with an ingenious way to pay back the debt she owed Peeta for those loaves of bread that saved her family all those years ago.

When her father died, the mining officials and those who represented the government of Panem did nothing to help his family as he was executed for starting a rebellion in the mines. The government of Panem had abolished the Hunger Games that year. The districts were grateful to the leaders for that great mercy. Many were incensed by the miner’s rebellion. Everyone turned their backs on the Everdeen’s, as they were considered dangerous. For months they were watched and no one helped them.

Her mother slipped into a deep depression and it was up to eleven-year-old Katniss to figure out how to feed them. Katniss knew by law if she expunged the things that belonged to her father, she could ingratiate herself with those in charge and use it as a way to gain money. It was hard selling all of her father’s belongings. She kept a handful of items such as his jacket, boots, and bag, but still, the money she received only went so far and people would double their prices because of her last name.

Everyone except for Peeta. Whenever he was at the bakery helping his father he would sell her bread at the regular price. And when the money ran out, in an act that could be punishable by death, Peeta purposefully burned two loaves of bread and instead of feeding them to the pigs, as his mother demanded, he threw them to her during the worst winter in the history of District Twelve.

Those loaves he threw her and all the bread he sold her helped save her life and that of her family. It was shortly after that she saw the first dandelion of the spring and she recalled her father’s book on plants. It was filled with plants that they could eat.

Peeta had given her hope and the will to go out in the forest and scavenge for food. It was during one of these times she found her father’s old bow and she began hunting and eventually trading. With more plentiful food, her mother slowly came back and her sister became healthier.

As the years passed, she never spoke to him. From afar she followed her boy with the bread. She dreamed of paying Peeta back, but the opportunity never presented itself.

It was a wintry day one year ago when she’d finally gotten enough courage to pay off the debt she owed him. She hadn’t meant to speak to him. He was trading with her when her eye caught the cake on the table. A three-tiered cake with various yellow flowers. Prim, her thirteen-year-old sister, would have loved to see it, Prim loved yellow. The flowers on the cake were so perfect they looked real.

“Are those real flowers?” Her cheeks burned when she realized she blurted out what she was thinking.

“No, I made them.” Peeta looked over his shoulder, his wavy blond hair was combed away from his face but a lock of it was sticking up and Katniss had the most unnatural need to smooth it down.

Katniss told herself to stay quiet but her mouth just kept moving. “My sister and I always come to see the cakes you make.”

“I know,” he blushed. “I see you guys come.”

“I think they’re really pretty.” Katniss couldn’t believe she was telling him that.

“Thanks, it takes me a long time to come up with the ideas for each display.” Peeta rubbed the back of his neck.

“How do you come up with the flowers for the cake?” Katniss rubbed her hands against her jeans to keep them from shaking.

“I use this old floriculture book.” He ran to the shelf above the sink and brought back the book. “As you can see it’s pretty old and a lot of the pages are missing.”

Katniss carefully took the book and turned a few pages. “There are so many plants in the woods.” She looked up at him and she blurted, “You should come…sometime…to the woods…with me,” she ended weekly, not expecting him to say yes or to be interested. She hoped that if she could bring him to the woods she could in some way repay him for his kindness.

Peeta shook his head and then said, “The woods. You want me to come to the woods?”

He looked so hopeful like a puppy. “Yeah, I think it will help you see the flowers in real life.”

“That would be great,” Peeta said, grinning.

Katniss couldn’t help but gawk at the way his blue eyes seemed to glow. She cleared her throat and looked down at her brown boots to gather her thoughts. “Ah, winter’s ending and spring, is right around the corner.”

“I’ll be happy with anything. We have customers who want winter and spring-themed cakes, so yeah I think it would be great.”

“Right.” Katniss could feel how her cheeks burned. “I guess we’ll go out in three weeks.”

“Great!” Peeta rocked on the balls of his feet momentarily as if not being able to contain his excitement before giving her a huge smile that caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach.

“Okay,” Katniss nodded.

“Oh, don’t forget the bread.” He handed her fresh loaves. Then reached out and handed her a cookie. “This is for Prim.”

“Thanks,” Katniss said. She left with a pep in her step.

The plan was simple, take him, one time, out to the woods during the end of winter so that he could observe the first sign of spring. Katniss should have known nothing ever goes as planned. Peeta was so enthusiastic about the trip. He was a loud walker and he scared all of the animals. His eyes were larger than saucers as he took in the fragile beauty of nature as it woke up from its winter’s slumber.

Peeta lamented not bringing art supplies to capture what he’d seen. It led to another meeting in the woods. Peeta brought with him a notebook, pencil, and binoculars so he could observe birds and draw flowers. When he couldn’t finish what he was working on he shyly asked if they could meet again. This led to more clandestine meetings. Somehow they began involving food and conversation. Katniss wasn’t much of a talker but there was something about Peeta that brought out the best in her.

Spring morphed into the summer by the lake. She had taught him how to swim, and they frolicked like innocent babies under the warm sun. When summer became fall, his eyes sparkled with wonder. He’d recreated the fall in all of its majesty on one of his cakes.

Katniss then showed him the frozen wonder of the woods. Her father had taught her how to skate, and she’d hoped to teach Peeta. Katniss closed her eyes. After a year of growing friendship, she couldn’t stop thinking of Peeta. He slipped into her thoughts in the most inopportune moments. Such as now while trying to sleep. Her mind conjured up the last time they’d seen each other.

Two weeks ago Katniss found her father’s skates and after sharpening the blades she’d convinced Peeta to strap them on.

The so-called lesson was just another thinly veiled excuse to spend precious time with Peeta. Now that they had graduated from High School, Peeta was forced to work in the bakery full time.

She had to find a legal job or get married within seven months of graduation. If a person couldn’t do either, they were forced to auction themselves for marriage. This was an initiative from the Capitol, after the great rebellion where the Capitol won, two-thirds of the population was wiped out and those who survived, had to fight a terrible disease caused by biological warfare.

To punish the districts the Capitol instituted a Hunger Games where just two tributes were chosen from among the districts to fight to the death for the entertainment of the Capitol. They also instituted laws to help with the population and productivity. In the first five years, they forced sixteen and seventeen-year-olds to marry and to join the workforce. Then in the sixth year after the war, they came up with the laws to create a productive workforce. The Hunger Games continued alongside these new laws, but they were canceled in the 69th year to preserve the number of workers.

Katniss didn’t mind working, but she couldn’t find a job with the mines, not that she wanted one. Because she was Seam she couldn’t find a job in the Merchant section. Currently, she was hunting and trading to make do, but she had to be careful. There was a new Head Peacekeeper named Thread and he was looking to make a name for himself. The auctions were fast approaching. Katniss shuddered. Time was running out, and each moment she spent with Peeta was precious.

It was cold outside when they went out to skate so they were both bundled up. Katniss planned not just a skating lesson but showing Peeta a new spot. A place in the woods she had never taken anyone else, not even Gale. She smiled up at Peeta. He wore an orange hat she’d woven for him.

Peeta was sitting on a log near the lake’s edge. She was kneeling at Peeta’s feet. She looked over her shoulder at the frozen lake intending to push him out onto the ice. It would be cruel, but it was the way her father had taught her.

“Okay so,” Katniss said as she buckled the skates onto his boots. Standing, she put her hands on her hips. “When you get on the ice, remember to keep your knees bent slightly. You want to keep your legs together.” Katniss demonstrated the proper stance. She said, “See like this.”

Peeta raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t want to stand with your legs wide apart like this.” Katniss arched her legs in an oval, wide stance.

“Okay,” Peeta nodded.

“Also, you want to keep your chest perpendicular to the ice. If you lean forward you’re going to lose balance and fall on your face. If you lean your chest too far back, you will fall backward on your butt.” Katniss explained, showing Peeta how to keep his middle-centered.

Katniss watched him tentatively step out onto the ice. She held out her hands and like a baby learning to toddle, he grabbed on to her. With the ease of doing it for years, she skated backward, pulling Peeta with her. Currents of electricity flowed through her veins at his touch and she was sure her cheeks were rosy, but not from the chilly air.

She showed him how to skate around the lake, making sure to avoid the areas of thin ice. When she thought he was ready, she let go, and he impressed her as he made tentative steps.

“Like this,” Peeta said. His knees started bent, but he straightened them up.

“No, bend your knees,” Katniss laughed. He looked like a duckling learning to walk on land.

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re so graceful,” Peeta muttered as he struggled to master moving properly.

“I’ve been doing this for years, it’s really practice.” She skated around him.

Peeta stuck his tongue out at her.

She laughed at his mischievous action. She noted he was bending forward. “Straighten up, you’re going to fall forward.”

He straightened, but his legs slipped open.

“Peeta,” she warned.

He began gaining speed.

“Peeta, you need to slow down, use your…” Her words died on her lips as she watched him slip and slide and fall on his bottom.

“Aggghhh,” he cried.

She slid next to him, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but my pride is broken.” He pouted, and she laughed.

“Oh Peeta,” she sat next to him. Luckily, he’d fallen by the edge of the lake next to the tree trunk where they’d started their journey on the ice. Getting him to land wouldn’t be that hard. “I don’t understand how it is you’re an amazing wrestler but cannot walk quietly through the woods or glide on frozen water?”

“That’s because I’m not part wood nymph,” Peeta grunted. Getting up on all fours turned out to be tricky. Katniss helped guide him to the bank. When safely back on the log, Katniss took off his skates. He rubbed his ankles.

“At least you can start a fire?” Katniss consoled him.

“That is true.” He grinned. “If we can find enough dry wood and some flint I can make us a fire.”

Katniss took off her skate. She stood and extended her hands, “I think I can come up with something.”

Peeta grabbed her hand and stood up. Katniss began to walk away but he didn’t follow. She stopped moving and turned to him and said, “Well, come on. I want to show you something.”

She led him deeper into the forest to her father’s cottage.

“What’s this?”

“It belonged to my father. Well, not to my father, but he used to bring me here as a kid and I wanted to share this with you.” She felt that rush of nervous energy, like when she was a child excited for new years. Whenever she was around Peeta, she couldn’t help the way her hands shook slightly, or the way her sense of smell became acute when she was starving. She felt that sense of starvation whenever she was near him. Her eyes drank in the sight of Peeta as he entered her father’s stone cabin.

“It’s amazing,” Peeta whispered. He looked around the room.

She closed the door behind them. “I cleaned out the flue so you can make a fire if you want.”

“Sure,” Peeta said, quickly settling down near the stone fireplace.

Katniss caught the way the sun streaming in from the window created a halo around his blond wavy hair. Or the way his lips crinkled before he smiled. Her eyes were drawn to his pink lips, beautiful plump lips that caused her to lick her own. Impulsively she sat down next to him and pressed her lips to his. A small bird-like sound left her lips as his warm, beautiful lips molded to hers. His hand cupped her chin and gently brushed the skin of her cheek.

She’d thought kissing was for weak-minded individuals like the simpering emotional girls she once studied with at school, but kissing made her knees weak, the feel of his lips on hers was exquisite.

They pulled away only to end up kissing over and over. The sound of their sighs and moans filled the small cottage. The more they kissed, the hungrier she was for his touch. Things became heated and Katniss burned with hunger so deep she could not get enough of him.

Peeta pulled away and leaned his forehead on hers. “I think we should stop.”

Her body was cloudy with unabated hunger, panting she gripped his shirt to steady herself.

“I’m not ready, Katniss,” he cupped her face and glanced into her eyes. His voice was rough as he continued speaking, “and I think you’re not ready either.”

Katniss should have been scared, after all, she’d just allowed herself to do the one thing she vowed never to do. She’d fallen for someone and let them touch her heart. Katniss came to the realization that she wasn’t ready to take that next step either. “You’re right.”

“I still remember the day you told me about the woods.” Peeta grinned. “You turned three different shades before you blurted out asking if the flowers on my cake were real.”

“Oh yeah, at least I didn’t gawk at a tree.” Katniss grinned.

His eyes lit up as he spoke, “In my defense, I’ve never been to the woods.”

“You looked amazed.”

“I’ve never seen so many shades of greens.”

“You drew for hours.”

“I wanted to capture it all.”

“When the fall came I thought I was never going to be able to drag you from the forest.”

“You know how much I love the color of a soft sunset. And the forest was filled with that color.”

Katniss laughed. “Do you want to go back to skating?”

Peeta rubbed his bottom. “With all honesty, I don’t think my rump is padded enough for another fall.”

Katniss wasn’t sure, Peeta’s butt was pretty nice.

“I know you don’t want to get married, but if you did, please consider me?”

This is why she had fallen in love with him, why she could see having a toasting with him. Though they were still young, fresh out of high school. Peeta was so different from Gale who pounced on her the day she graduated. Gale expected her to run to the Justice building with him. Katniss told him no. He kept on waiting for her to change her mind, but she wasn’t going to, not for him, but for Peeta. Her cheeks turned pink, at the thought of marriage to Peeta. “I will, but not yet, we’re still young.”

“Okay.” He tightened his embrace. “How is the job hunt going?”

“No one will hire me.” Katniss sighed as she moved away from Peeta and sat on one of the crates she put before the fire.

“What about your mother, can’t you work with her?”

“No, what she does is not considered a legal job. She’s a widow and the Peacekeepers turn a blind eye because she’s so good at healing.”

Peeta sat in the crate opposite her.

“Thankfully you have a guaranteed job at the bakery.”

“I’m the third son, so I’m not getting the bakery. Rye is, now that Braddock became district liaison.”

Katniss frowned at that. She didn’t like Rye very much. Rye wasn’t interested in the bakery. All Rye was interested in was torturing Peeta. He wasn’t even that smart. He got left behind a few times and he graduated with them.

“How is Rye treating you these days?” Through the years Katniss watched from afar as Rye picked on Peeta, called him names, and made his life in school a misery. Until their senior year when Peeta sprouted and became taller than Rye. Rye was one of those people who charged her extra for days-old bread when she was younger.

“Same as always.”

Katniss reached out and took his hand.

“He wasn’t always like that. I mean we used to pull pranks on each other, but when dad divorced mom, Rye grew worse.”

Growing up their mother always nitpicked the boys and pitted them against each other. Though from what Katniss observed, Mrs. Mellark preferred Braddock over her other two sons. Mr. Mellark and Mrs. Mellark divorced when Peeta was thirteen. She took Braddock with her and left her youngest sons.

That’s when Rye changed and he got left behind twice. He became competitive with Peeta. Things began slowly. Peeta was a better baker, his cakes and decorations were much more alluring. Rye didn’t have the “bakers touch” as their father said to the clients.

“That was the year you were allowed to sell at the harvest festival,” Katniss recalled.

“Yeah, we had a bet to see who could sell the most. Rye added extra baking soda in my apple cinnamon muffin mixture. They were atrocious.”

“I remember,” Katniss wrinkled her nose.

“I lost, but I wasn’t mad.” Peeta shrugged.

“You are the better baker.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t like it when people say that.”

“I get it, Gale doesn’t like it when people prefer the game meat I sell. It always goes first. He gets all flustered. It started to happen more during the summer; when I began selling my game meat on my own during the week to make ends meet.”

“I can tell which is yours and which is Gale’s.”

“You’ve seen me shoot.”

“Even before then, I knew.”

“How could you?” Peeta sounded awfully sure of himself.

“Gale’s always talking about his traps, so his meat always has some damage because of it. Yours is pristine, only a hole in the eye.”

“But Gale can shoot an arrow.” Katniss rebutted. She recalled a similar conversation she and Gale had with the Cartwright’s.

“His game meat has holes in the body.”

“Huh, that explains it,” Katniss said, thinking of what happened with the Cartwright’s.

“What do you mean?”

“Two months ago Mr. Cartwright proclaimed I was the better archer. He too claimed he could tell whose game meat was whose. When Gale questioned Mr. Cartwright on how he could tell the difference. Mr. Cartwright said I shot things through the eyes. Gale’s has holes in the body. The following Sunday day Delly proclaimed I was the better archer. He got all riled up like a mating turkey.”

“Well, at least he’s not a sore loser.”

“No, he’s a big huge baby, a pain in my neck. Gale has become an annoying brother. Always crying about something. I can’t get rid of him either,” Katniss joked. But it was true Gale was overly emotional. She was far more stoic.

Peeta laughed. “I wish I could understand why my brother doesn’t like me.”

“Well let me see, you’re stronger than he is,” Katniss blushed as she flirted.

“Well, I’ve got to be. I have to drag in all of the stock and produce we need to keep the bakery running.”

“You’re also the wrestling champ two years running.”

“How did you know about that?” Peeta raised an eyebrow.

Katniss glanced down at their twined hands. “I dragged Gale to see you wrestle three years in a row.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Katniss could feel her cheeks burning.

“Were you secretly stalking me?” Peeta’s blue eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That first year you made it to the finals and had to fight against Rye…” Katniss drifted off.

“Rye kicked my butt in the ring. I came home with a bruised rib; I was in so much pain. It was my fault really because I didn’t prepare. I promised myself I would never go into the ring like that again. Rye beating made me take my training seriously.”

Katniss was going to say Rye’s force was unnecessary. Peeta was only fifteen and he was thinner and shorter than Rye. He’d just made it to Rye’s weight and class division. His brother knew Peeta was tired and he purposefully used unnecessary roughness during the match. She was not surprised Peeta had a bruised rib, the way he bent his body when pinning Peeta.

The next year Rye tried to do the same thing but Peeta had filled in, became stockier, but he remained quicker. Peeta beat him, with some difficulty. Last year he beat Rye once more and he did it quickly. Katniss recalled genuine anger in Rye’s eyes. She shuddered.

“Hey, where are you?” Peeta asked.

“Just thinking of the past.”

“Well, no sense in thinking of the things that already happened. All we can think about is the future, and finding you a job in three weeks.”

“I am glad your dad is still in charge, and he requested you as an employee.”

“We still haven’t heard about that. My brother Braddock said even with him fast-tracking the application it may take another two months before we hear anything.”

“But at least when it does come you’ll have a salary and you save up to move out.” As Katniss said this, she thought about marriage from a practical standpoint. If they got married, his housing approval would go quicker. The more she thought about it, marriage to Peeta was advantageous.

She began making a mental note as to why she should marry him. Peeta was nice to look at, she was happiest when she was with him. They had their differences and there was a tiff or two between them, but they always resolved them, and with Peeta, where they didn’t agree, it was okay. Peeta didn’t hold grudges as Gale did.

Taking careful stock of her emotions, Katniss admitted to herself what she felt for Peeta went beyond friendship. He became as important to her as her sister. Marriage wasn’t a scary word or forbidden taboo to her when connected to her gentle boy with the bread.“

Katniss tugged him toward her and she kissed him again. She could get used to kissing Peeta. His hand cupped her face and she moaned. Her heart raced and her body warmed when he tugged her to sit on his lap.

"What if we did get married?”

“What?” Even though the question caught her by surprise, they were both on the same page, she had been reconsidering his proposal.

“Well we’re not ready for more, but the idea of marriage to you isn’t so bad. You’re kind and generous, though do smell of blood sometimes,” Peeta joked.

“Do you want to get married as a way to prevent me from having to go through the auctions?”

“I am not exactly a catch; I mean I’m not a catch. Keep in mind if the application isn’t approved I’d have to find another job.”

Katniss looked away. She weighed the options she’d thought about earlier. Marriage was the last thing she wanted to do before she had grown closer to Peeta. As a little girl, she had experienced how devastating the loss of a loved one was. She did not want to go through what her mother went through. She vowed she would never fall in love. Somehow Peeta Mellark became the exception to her stringent rules. Her hands shook with the realization and her heart trembled with the powerful emotions she felt.

“Going to the auction and being sold to the highest bidder like a cow or a horse, I can’t let that happen to you Katniss. If you want me, I’d be more than honored to be whatever you expect of me. We can be friends who live together.”

Katniss glanced up at him. “Okay, we’ll get married.”

“No toasting though, just a civil ceremony.”

She hoped this wouldn’t be a mistake, but then there were worse things that could have happened to her. Katniss leaned forward and pressed her lips to his and her worry instantly melted away. They settled on marrying in three weeks and she hadn’t planned on telling anyone.

Except somehow Gale found out.

THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE POSTED ON EFE…this weekend..

#Mega-Aulover #Everlark #Katniss and Peeta #Peeta Mellark #Katniss Everdeen #here goes nothing #hope you like it #i'm always so afraid no one is going to read my stories #that no one likes my writing #Why do I do this to myself

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jojosbabe · 3 years

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Keicho nijimura is criminally underrated.

And it's a shame all the content i get is shitty,virtually non existent,or just plainly gets him so wrong. Rarely i get a good crumb of content that shows more keicho being well a brother with okuyasu. And also just good content in general without shipping or gross cringe shit that the fans sometimes do.

Like it hurts my soul. He's such a good character. And it's a shame we were robbed of him. Both in canon and with fans.

Shame on you if you don't give love to both nijimuras and their dad.

SHAME!!!!!

You can't love okuyasu while demonizing his bro. You can't say you love him while forgetting his existence. And you can't love either one while demonizing their father,when it's complex and he is already suffered enough, all of them have. So if you love the nijimuras. You will handle them with care. Or so help me god i will beat your ass personally.

Its not because i love jojos. Its the nijimura arch and family has a special place in my heart because i understand that pain they all go through at some point. I have been through hell myself. So it is very relatable. Maybe not exactly the same. But i understand through keicho as an older sibling. I understand as the bros being through abuse. And understand what its like growing up from humble beginnings. So yeah i take this personally.

I apologize for venting. It just shows me that someof y'all are single children growing up or don't understand what its like being an older sibling especially one that would do anything for their sib. Even sacrifice yourself in every aspect so they can be happy and safe. Keicho went through war and hell every day of his life. For oku. For his father. And he went down a dark path because he didn't know any other way because all his life he knew was pain,sacrifice,strife,and hurt. All he had was his brother,his disabled father,and a broken heart. And a broken childhood he never got to have. Thats why his stand bad company looks like toy soldiers. God i could go on. But y'all get it i hope.

Im just tired of y'all ignoring the point of the nijimuras. How complex and real that arch felt to me. Both on a personal level and just because i really love the raw and realness of it.

But i hate how cho was treated. It felt like such a disservice.

Anyways im done venting.

Still love keicho and both nijimuras. And their weird dad. Warts and all. ♡

#jojos bizarre adventure #self ship #self shipping #self shipping is the only shipping i do #keicho nijimura #i self ship with keicho nijimura💚#the nijimuras deserve better #keicho deserves better

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boundlesshart · 4 years

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how royal succession works in Almyra + Other Things about almyra that’s been rattling in my head since that nintendo dream interview laid waste on my crops

hi, so after reading M’s @ladamedepique drabble about a concubine war kid getting kmarted, i realized that what i actually want to write is the Everything i’ve been thinking about since this nintendo dream interview came out back in march. so i did. it’s 2am and im hungry.

i realize that it’s been a while, so the summary of that interview’s impact on my claude headcanons is “my handcrafted claude backstory that i had to write myself bc intsys decided fuck claude is now irreversibly fucked by the introduction of a bunch of half-siblings he had to be rivals with.” if you ever catch yourself wondering why this is such a mess, well because that’s exactly what this is! this is all subject to change, it’s same kind of “haphazard and bizarrely long half-baked headcanon report” that my dlc thought train was. i’ve changed my mind at least 20 times during this process i will change it again

i’d like to thank zotero for holding all of my journal articles and pdfs on the ottomans and their succession system, and also magnificent century og and kosem, while not being totally historically accurate, for being a fun soap opera to give me some visuals to work with in my head. i now have a positive understanding of what claude’s shitty little beard could realistically look like, which is a gift that i never thought i would have.

Almyran Succession

All of the king’s children, regardless of if they were born in or out of wedlock, is considered a legitimate prince or princess. This is pretty much the only title that they can expect to have, as they and their mothers cannot inherit any lands, titles or wealth that would have been passed to them from their own families. Almyran property law aims to avoid partitioning property between multiple heirs for the sake of maintaining the family’s financial stability. The throne of Almyra works under the same principle, which had led to the introduction, legalization, and practice of open succession.

Open succession, despite its potential to be cruel, is viewed as a necessary step to ensure that the throne would only be held by strong leaders chosen by the people (”people” ending up being the higher-ranking officials that would benefit from a specific child’s ascension). If they proved to be lacking, they would simply be deposed of and replaced.

What determines who becomes the next ruler of Almyra is not whether a child is the oldest of all the children, but if they and their allies have the political acumen to not only claim kingship but keep it, fighting off their rival brothers and sisters.

All sons and unmarried daughters are eligible to rule Almyra. By law is not only the next ruler’s right but duty to remove other potential heirs to secure their right to rule and the stability of their reign. Generally upon a ruler’s ascension to the throne, their brothers will be killed and their sisters married off or killed if they threaten their siblings’ rule. Exceptions have been made in the past, but they are few and far in between and have led to succession crises down the road.

The previous ruler’s choice for an heir is usually accepted after their death, and ideal for minimizing the interregnum period. Even so, it doesn’t guarantee that the heir will be able to keep the throne.

Ok, but where do the kids come from?

Rulers of Almyra are allowed to have multiple spouses, but they usually only marry for political purposes.

The vast majority of children are mothered or fathered by concubines with no background of political power, which is preferred. Princes and princesses are allowed to have children once they leave the palace (to prove that they can have them), but if they have too many they may be considered a threat to the king and dealt with appropriately.

I think the one mother-one child rule would have been in place here, not necessarily as a law but as a rule enforced by other spouses and concubines, as well as the ruler’s mother or father.

Princes and princesses aren’t dropping like flies, and murdering them without having the law on your side is considered treason of the highest order. They’re still aware of their competition and fear being murdered when one of their siblings takes the thrones, so few end up becoming friends.

Children are ultimately their mother’s or father’s responsibility. They are expected to guide them through their education and follow them to their provincial post when they are old enough, setting them up for success and paving their path to the throne. King and Queen Dowagers have been incredibly influential in Almyran history and support their children by representing them politically and managing their spouses and concubines.

Ok, whatever, just tell me what’s relevant to Claude:

Ibrahim, Claude’s father, became the king of Almyra only after 5 year civil war between himself and his two remaining brothers. He got to the throne first and is still feared for the ruthless execution of even his youngest brothers and sisters.

In all, Ibrahim has had 2 wives and 12 concubines, and he has fathered 10 sons and 6 daughters. A few died to childhood illnesses but most made it to at least 13 years old. He’s a doting father and cares for their well-being, though only when he happens to see them. Though he was a constant presence in Claude’s life, his half-siblings usually only saw him during holidays.

No one in Almyra knows that Tiana is the daughter of Duke Riegan, for all they know she’s a Fódlaner that King Ibrahim brought back with him after a short border strife with the Leicester Alliance. Obviously she goes by another name in Almyra, and here is where I think I’m going to bring back the first name I had for her, Desdemona. Suck it, intsys. She wasn’t liked when she first came due to being from Fódlan, and was accused of witchcraft when Ibrahim married her and devoted himself to her at the expense of his other wives as concubines. As the herd of children and concubines thinned, Tiana’s strong personality and battle prowess garnered her respect among the top officials of the Almyran court and even her enemies.

In Fódlan Year 1175, rebels infiltrate the palace walls and kill over a dozen people, from palace servants to princes and princesses. In the moment it was believed to be part of a revolt that was ongoing in the capital at the time and carried out by rebels storming the palace walls and stealing and killing whatever came in their way. After an investigation, it was discovered that that was just a cover up for.... a noble Almyran house trying to make a power grab through either an older son or with their own heir? I’ve been working out the details on this for months and I still don’t have them ironed out don’t look at me. It ends with a couple of older half-sibs dying but more importantly Claude’s older and younger brother dying and Claude nearly dying himself, only to survive with the Crest of Riegan. I imagine that there have been instances before hinted at him having the Crest of Riegan, but it was this incident that confirmed it for Tiana.

These are the notable royal family members, or the ones I’ve spent at least one second thinking of:

King Ibrahim II of Almyra: Claude’s dad, born Fódlan year 1131 so 19 when he ascends the throne. He is feared but respected, brutal to his enemies, firm with his allies... but you’d be surprised by how easygoing he actually is with friends and family. He’s young at heart and energetic, even laughing at jokes made at his expense, but only in very close company. He loves writing poetry, especially to Tiana, and he frequently sends her love letters so that one can be read out to her every morning and evening when her mail is given to her. Relishes the thrill of battle. Nader introduced him to kumis back when they were boys and to this day Ibrahim regularly drinks a glass each night, claiming it makes him stronger.

There’s a tradition in the royal family that all princes and princesses must learn a trade in case that they fall into misfortune. Ibrahim enjoys goldsmithing when he is alone, a good distraction from his thoughts. Claude’s earring is part of a set given to his mother, crafted by his father as a gift.

Tiana von Riegan/Desdemona: Claude’s mom, born Fódlan year 1135. Claude calls her a warrior goddess and a demon queen that would laugh at his expense, I imagine that she’s in that “dead serious but good humored about it” boat like Claudedad, but less sappy about it. A tough but loving mother, she was very involved in her children’s upbringing and did her best to secure their place in the royal family. She doesn’t teach any of her kids the Fódlanguage because she was distancing herself from That, but Claude is able to convince her to help him learn (though she was reluctant about it and limited their lessons greatly, forcing him to teach himself mostly). She has firmly decided to never return to Fódlan, but a cup of Leicester Cortania is her guilty pleasure. These days Tiana spends her time at her husband’s side in Maragheh, keeping up with her training.

Two older half-brothers: So Claude’s endings have him as heir to the throne without a mention of rivals, but part of me feels like that’s too simple for Claude considering he just up and walked out of there 7 years ago so here we are, two rivals. They’re probably early to mid 30s at this point and have one or two small children of their own. I don’t know their names yet, but my initial ideas are a “nice” brother cool calculated pushing up glasses kind of dude that is actually a huge dick and a chad dudebro who’s just trying to distance himself from these bad vibes.

If I had to give them trades, nice brother likes to fish and sails for pleasure (he governs a coastal province) and chad brother carves wooden thumbrings.

Orhan: Claude’s older brother, born Fódlan Year 1160. He was conceived months before Tiana went to Almyra (born 5 months after she arrived), so his parentage has been in doubt from day 1. I imagine him as having low self-esteem since he was believed to be a full-blooded Fódlaner, discriminated against in a similar way or worse than what the rest of his siblings went through. Historians would later debate whether or not he was actually Ibrahim’s son.... but we’re not historians, and Orhan was definitely his son. Died in the FY1175 uprising at the age of 15.

No idea what he looked like, he just happened to not look like his parents. His favorite food was salted cod, but he was rarely able to get it. Orhan enjoyed playing the violin.

Claude/Khalid: You know him, you love him, born Fódlan Year 1162 under another name. He’s the only kid that ended up getting the Crest of Riegan, and after one too many accidents where that crest ended up proccing, he’s been accused of practicing witchcraft like his mother. I think this would be a better like, concrete thing for the Almyrans to fixate on rather than a general “you’re half-Fódlan rahhh” and I think it would definitely go with Claude talking about how he was constantly fighting and explaining himself to get out of trouble.

If I’m going with the “kids can only inherit from the ruler of Almyra”, then I’m gonna have to figure out how Claude fits into this. His first move is to probably bullshit a loophole about how actually the Dukedom of Riegan doesn’t exist anymore and I may have destroyed Failnaught after the final battle so technically I didn’t really inherit anything that would give me an edge in Almyran politics. :). Ibrahim is pissed at Claude for going to Fódlan in the first place and getting caught up in a war and he definitely did not sign off on Nader bringing Almyran troops into a war that they have no business being involved in. The first thing Ibrahim does when Claude returns to Maragheh is shout at him and ground him to his apartment in the palace. And then proceed to assign Claude to a governmental post so that he’s out of his sight.

As an aside, I imagine that when Ibrahim dies and Claude rises to the throne, he deliberately delays his coronation so that it coincides with the Almyran New Year. It;s that kind of inconvenient dick move that he would delight in making bc symbolism.

You know what he looks like, in terms of food he strays away from sugary sweet stuff and towards meat and cheese. I’d like to think that he gains a genuine interest in gardening (like, beyond just cultivating poisonous plants as a cover for “gardening”) during his time in Fódlan and brings back different seedlings and scions for grafting back to Almyra.

Mehmet and Rahimah: Twins, born Fódlan Year 1164. Ok so basically I kind of wanted a dead sibling that was around Cyril and Lysithea’s age for the Drama of it (bc I thought of Claude looking at Cyril and thinking of his brother and immediately went “That hurts. Let’s do it”). But I ALSO thought what if Claude had a little sister, and then I ALSO thought what if Claude has a new full-blooded sibling that got conceived during the five year war, like the shittiest surprise. I’ve combined all those ideas into the twins.

First of all, they have more function than personality. Mehmet only exists to die during the uprising, but I’m starting to like Rahimah bc like... she literally loses most of her brothers including her twin, and then Claude up and leaves her for Fódlan (a place she has little connection to, regardless of her mother). Her only remaining sibling is gone for years, misses seven birthdays, her wedding with an Almyran general, the birth of her first child and the announcement of her second... like, by the time Claude comes back to Almyra she hates his guts and you know what? She’s right! I imagine Rahimah angry, but also grasping for literally any kind of deep and long-lasting relationship at this point. She loves her kids fiercely, she loves her husband, and even though they have their struggles she's still very close to her mom. Fuck her no-show brother Khalid, and fuck Fódlan for taking him away from her.

No idea what Mehmet looks like, like I said he only exists to die. Rahimah is shorter than Claude at maybe 5′4, round-faced and carrying herself gracefully. She’s lactose intolerant but she bears the pain for the sake of eating ice cream, and her husband goes to great lengths to get the ice for her. Likes to sing and dance with her son Ömer.

#headcanon #to sleep

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secret-engima · 4 years

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You mentioned once that Nox and Noctis end up being summoned to Dissidia together and Nox takes great glee in playing the ‘evil sib.’ How does Noctis take playing the ‘good one’ and does anyone set off Nox’s big brother instincts so he swats them down *hard* and everyone else is left, so confused?

I’m working on that as an HC style ficlet actually! So most of your ask I’ll keep under spoilers for now, but I WILL give you a snippet :D:

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-Nox had … honestly forgotten about how genuinely weird and random parts of his life during the Road Trip had gotten by the time he’d time-travelled and grown past his Road Trip age. There were so many strange things that had happened in his life that the ones that hadn’t left permanent marks on his psyche or body just tended to get … forgotten.

-Until one day, less than three months before he was set to turn 24 and Noctis to turn 17 when he opens the door to his library, steps through the entryway-

-Stumbles as he almost trips on dry, dusty red rocks.

-He looks up and around in confusion, taking in the desolate wasteland stretching in every direction where moments ago he’d been in the heart of the Citadel, about to grab a nice book to read. For a moment he doesn’t understand what’s happened. Doesn’t REMEMBER it from the Road Trip. Then he spots a red tower glowing in the near distance, feels the limp, tired whisper of a world struggling to survive without enough magical energy to sustain it and OH.

-He remembers this.

-Except … not quite. He is 23 where before he was only 20, and he had woken up in the near proximity to Materia’s tower that glowed of blue. So why is he here now?

-Near SPIRITUS’S tower?

-His kukri are in his hands before he is consciously aware of another’s approach, his magic rising to his skin and burning in deadly warning to the person who dared approach him from behind. Cat slit eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise at the power Nox is exuding. Then the man smiles and respectfully takes a half step back, “Interesting. You are strong for someone so new.” The man examines him with a curious, almost greedy gaze, his outrageously long sword —Nox remembers that sword, remembers how fast it had been wielded and how sharp it had felt as it cut the air millimeters from his face— held in an unthreatening position —but not an unready one—. The man makes a tiny gesture of greeting, “I am Sephiroth. What would your name be?”

-“Nox.” He finds himself replying as he sheaths his kukri in their harnesses at the small of his back, more so that he does not look unarmed than for speed if a fight breaks out —which it will, he remembers this place, just not being on this side—, “I’m going to guess and say that if I want more information, I need to go to that tower over there?” Sephiroth nods, one graceful tip of his chin, and they walk together to Spiritus’s tower.

-Spiritus isn’t like Nox’s memories of Materia. Spiritus is energy and power and wild instinct that breeds immeasurable confidence rather than Materia’s naive attempts at calm and order. Spiritus tells his assembled cast madmen and madwomen —and Nox, who isn’t entirely sure why he’s Spiritus’s champion instead of Materia’s this time— that they will need to fight each other to give power to the realm. None of the assorted crazies and murderers —and Nox, who is self aware enough to know he probably counts under the crazy criteria— are at all perturbed with the thought of having to stab each other to survive, but before any stabbing can start, Sephiroth takes a half step forward and interjects smoothly with a question about the Champions of the other ruler of this world. Spiritus gets all of three seconds to be puzzled by that question before the other, more experienced crazies all pipe up with tales of Materia’s predecessor, who was constantly at odds with Spiritus’s predecessor. That she’d had a tower on the opposite end of the continent and if Spiritus was here, then there was probably another woman over there playing ruler too.

-Nox watches in something akin to morbid fascination as Spiritus figures out how to contact the other tower just in time to hear the tail end of Materia’s speech on how she is the ruler and protector of the world, charged with its order and harmony. Like in his memories, Spiritus jumps in, angry and arrogant all at once, arguing with Materia without even bothering to think about it. As the two rulers argue, Nox stares through the magic view screen at Materia’s Champions, all the people who had become his friends during his timeline that now will no doubt be his enemies, at least until the world-eater is revealed. Then, right before the magical Skype call ends, Nox sees-

-Noctis. Lurking in the back near Cloud Strife with a vaguely nervous expression on his face.

-Oh.

-Oh-ah.

-That explains a lot.

-As quickly as his surprise comes, it fades, and Nox finds himself slowly grinning instead. He is, of course, a little bit worried about his 16 year old little brother being caught up in this, but he knows the other Champions will keep an eye on him and this entire issue won’t last that long. Which means, in the midterm between now and when both sides will unite to fight the world-eater, Nox and Noctis are on opposite sides. Somehow they’ve both been called, and Nox has been called by Spiritus instead of Materia. Which, essentially, makes him the bad guy from Noctis’s universe just like Sephiroth and the Strange Clown and all the others in this tower are the villains from their’s.

-Which means he has free rein to track down his little brother and use this entire situation as a training exercise.

-Nobody looks at him oddly when Nox starts cackling at the top of his lungs, but Sephiroth does give him an inquisitive look that Nox waves away with a snigger and a vague comment on looking forward to meeting someone in particular. Sephiroth smiles thinly at that, and Nox can’t bring himself to worry about the implications when he says that he understand Nox’s feelings perfectly.

#SE asks #anon asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Nox verse #Melodies and Manuscripts #dissidia!

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thepinkseat-askthemoonbunny · 4 years

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Strife is the Jack Sparrow of the Horsemen and has the best rapping skills out of the sibs, fight me.

#darksiders strife #strife #darksiders #darksiders horsemen

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aniimvs · 4 years

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"plots please" !!! cause yessss

subject plots please // accepting : :

i'll respond with three or more potential relationships // connections // plots between our muses. a creative exercise with no pressure to follow up, but we can if you'd like!

𝐢. fairytale

i see you, i see you liking that fairytale verse post and yessss. look, imagine if you will:

jaina couldn't give a toss about courtly life. not her thing, not her jam, not her cuppa tea. and expectations on what she'll do with her life are slim pickings. become an advisor for her brother? eh. become an ambassador? meh. a political marriage to ensure peace between nations? bleh.

responsibilities of the state are her brother's problems. his book is filled with expectations, but jaina has a lot of blank pages just waiting for her. she's got her eyes on the horizon and, much to leia's dismay, she follows it. jaina decides to find her adventure and maybe even a ship called the falcon whose captain might the estranged consort, mhm.

but then tragedy strikes and suddenly, jaina is heir to throne. leia sends out riders to bring her home but she isn't the only one looking for jaina though. the black knight kylo ren is on the hunt and unlike the couriers, he doesn't stop till he gets what he wants.

i imagine when he finds jaina, she doesn't know who she is. she wasn't there to witness her brother's fall and while on the road, it's hard to keep track on the current happenings across the world. but maybe there was a rider who found her first, told her a blip of the bad news that her brother was dead and that jaina was expected to take his place. tells her all this right before he's struck dead by the violent arrival of kylo ren.

from there i can see it becoming a fight/capture arc that kylo ren most likely ends up winning. so now poor jaina is not only a prisoner but by the man she believes may have/did kill her brother. and then what if on the way back to snoke's domain or wherever it is that kylo wants to take her, something far more frightening than the black knight of the fae seeks to slake its thirst.

𝐢𝐢. carnival row

critch hunter kylo and critch smuggler jaina? they're at complete odds with each other. her brother is a ruthless killer who uses the powers his hybrid lineage gave him to kill others exactly like him. and his sister uses the airship she inherited from their father to not only transport refugees but supplies to the row.

anytime they see each other ─── which most of the time is right when jaina sails off with ren's quarry ─── it's all glowers and growls. but for all the animosity, neither of them will betray each other's secret: they're half-bloods. jaina doesn't want her to see her brother dead or imprisoned by the very people he works for and kylo doesn't want to see his sister treated like...well, how critch are treated. even in the burgue, if it were to slip that she wasn't fully human despite her appearance? they wouldn't let her keep her ship or the government would surely give her a hard time about it. she'd be under constant threat of losing all she's worked for, she be under such scrutiny that she'd become an ineffective smuggler and then what? as much as her brother hates what she does, he won't put her at risk no matter how tempting it might be to be rid of such a persistent nuisance. he doesn't want to see his sister in the row or anywhere that'll punish her for being strongwilled.

i'd assume the feeling is mutual. kylo's line of work has made plenty of enemies that would pounce on even a hint of his lineage. he's crafty, like his sister, and while they both use the magic in their blood to their benefit ─── it's not kylo's freedom that's threatened, but his life. and for all the bitterness that might stew between them, a dead brother's not on her wishlist.

as for the plot? i feel like there's a lot of interactions they could have. a fighty, cat-and-mouse thread of kylo ren chasing after his sister as she tries to guide a group of refugees to her ship. i can see them meeting in the burgue, her wondering why her brother is there and him trying to avoid her finding anything out at all cost. jaina would be much more the aggressor in that scenario. not in a violent way, but i can see her tailing after him, demanding answers, tracking him down, spying on him, and kylo just incoherently screaming in his head about it. playing off that, how the events of the first season would affect them during their hide-and-go-seek on steroids. especially since their mother is an augur and they've inherited her gifts.

fortunately and unfortunately, carnival row doesn't have any source material beyond a screenplay for a movie from a decade or so ago. so while that means we don't have any canon to that replicates what force-sensitivity would best translate as and what otherkin that would be, it does leave room for our own speculation. a human-passing witch-like otherkin with telekinetic abilities isn't a reach for what we've seen in the show so far. and even if leia isn't full otherkin either, and their powers are from an ancestor, that doesn't change the targets between their eyes if anyone ever found out because "blood impurity" of any kind is enough to turn society against you.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. tolkien

i've been speculating about this one for a looooooooooong damn time because frankly it feels sacrilegious to change anything about middle-earth. i need to reread at least the silmarillion and the children of húrin or at least dig into the deepest, darkest pits of my mythology notes to sparknotes myself. i'm not entirely sure where to place it at the moment but i imagine alderaan is a small, very beautiful and very cursed kingdom of men. the ruling bloodline has been thoroughly plagued by internal conflict with their alliances flip-flopping every generation or so. and it's because of that there's inherited weakness to the call of the dark and a very young ben would've been susceptible to the whispers of a servant of sauron.

i'm sure ben is good at hiding it but it's only a matter of time before someone hears him mumbling to himself in the dark tongue and wondering where the fuck he picked that trick up.

but yes! this verse is very theoretical at the moment because there's a lot of events to work around, especially with the specific placement of alderaan. i do fancy the idea of them being within the sights of angmar though and leia having screaming matches with the witch-king since the day she was born. it would also lend to just how corrupted their lands are and why there's a strong influence of evil bleeding into its heirs. but i'm also digging the idea of having them border ithilien, so they get to have that look of "the prettiest in the westlands" look but the corruption of the morgulduin seeps into their soil.

that latter idea is what i'm really focusing on because the idea of rebellious scamp royals ben and jaina sneaking off to go adventuring and seeing minas morgul is a such a morbid mood because just imagine feeling the evil radiating around them. ben, of course, wants a closer look. he's drawn to it and jaina's just like "haha we're in danger."

𝐢𝐯. time period horror

i'm not entirely sure on what time period because i'm very drawn to a colonial setting for the vvitch and sleepy hollow oomph but also early 1900s is a such a fantastic gothic period that would put them through the gauntlet. it's modern, but with still a lot of untouched wilderness for them to get dragged through by a pair of clawed hands attached to gnashing teeth. but either way, something that mixes american horror classics like witchcraft + washington irving + lovecraft + edgar allan poe.

i don't have a solid idea for an over-arc plot but i imagine something episodic. like different mysteries and hunts that they go on and experiencing the strife that goes along with the real world events happening as they get dunked on by cryptids. plus, i doubt they'd be fully human themselves.

i think in this verse, we would get to see what they'd be like as brother and sister without corruption physically taking jaina's brother away from her, but i do think ben would still have dark tendencies and the deeper they go into an unseen world of monsters and magic... *cue maniacal coffee sipping*

𝐯. the children of indi-han-a jones

a verse with indiana jones and the mummy vibes? mhm. yes please. also gives the solo sibs to be their solo-iest because i don't think ben would be evil. he might be morally grey with that good old hollywood american ability of getting himself into completely avoidable trouble, but an heir of darkness he is not. he might be prone to dark influences/curses but s'little different. anyway, this in the late 1800s to the early 1900s setting? gimme.

#⋞ answered ⋟ // the voices never stop.#yunharlaquin #*projectile word vomit*

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