#[ such a long ask tala!! i loved reading it! ]

[despairforme]

Sasaharu found out about the model's birthday online, dedicated fans that flooded twitter a bit until he was a trending hashtag. To be honest, to know that Nnoitra was a famous person did make him blink a few times, but looking over his works of modelling - he could see why. He had an odd physic, good though - worked in his favour with the line of clothing that covered magazines.

Back on track, he found himself willing to play about a bit - having Ume help him in making a collection of small handfuls of muffins. Several flavours, those he knows to dismiss caffeine from due to the aversion to it. After having the man look over his menu and try treats out - he worked with ease and comfort upon lining cupcake tins to place into the oven.

A large cake for one to consume, knowing it would be if Nnoitra dropped by today at all. It could be held for a good few days if not, but it mattered not. Sasaharu had a feeling he could ask for someone to deliver it if he really wanted. For now, though - his attention was on the cake, making sure everything worked in his favour. The centre a thick yet crème mouse chocolate, sponge walls and a top of semi-sweet powdery sugar icing. A soft green in shade with yellow decorative arts that matched what he saw Nnoitra's brand making him often wear enough.

Sasa didn't go too far in the decorations, but enough to make it stand out, with a white chocolate plaque and brown writing of Nnoitra's name and a happy birthday. With that finally finished and on display in a glass dome - the muffins were soon decorated too, with Ume's help. Sprinkles and chocolate dips, others with fruits and powder snow dusting on top. Six of those now settled in their display case too, with another chocolate plaque for Nnoitra to see when he came in.

"Mm." He chuckled at himself, though - a few hours later, holding his daughter's sleepy form and watching the world from his window. It was a quiet one, almost too cold for the usual customers and he was fine with that, patting a soft rhythm upon her back as he thought about how easy it was for him to celebrate another birthday that wasn't Ume's. A stranger really too --- but, if anything, he knew his food would be eaten until the last crumb with that one.

He made things a little more fun to create, knowing it'll be appreciated in its fullest.

"Happy birthday." Uttered into the room before he took himself upstairs to place Ume to sleep after waving off the delivery driver with the cake and muffins in their box to be taken straight to the man's POV box Sasa noticed on the blue bird app.

NNOITRA’S BIRTHDAY 2022 ! 🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈  ( very late answers oops )

      Well fuck him? Who the fuck created a wikipedia page for him? Apparently, it was from this wikipedia page that EVERYONE had found out that it was his birthday. His name was even trending on twitter. It wasn’t what he wanted to wake up to. His phone filled with notifications. He had looked at his phone for a few moments, stunned, and then he had groaned and dropped it onto the floor, rolled around in bed and decided to stay there for another hour. Nnoitra didn’t care about all the ‘ good wishes ‘ on twitter or whatever. It wasn’t like any of the people wishing him a ‘ happy birthday ‘ KNEW him. If they had, he doubted they’d be sending him good wishes.

       Yeah, Nnoitra was gloomy, even on his birthday. He decided to go to his favorite diner, as a treat. He didn’t go there as often as he had used to, basically because his contract made it so that he couldn’t eat what he wanted anymore. Second, because going out in public nowadays meant being recognized. Nnoitra envied other ‘ celebrities ‘. They could put on sunglasses and disappear in a crowd. It wasn’t that easy for him. He stood out no matter what he did, thanks to his height. He was willing to risk it today. He was fucking going to eat what he wanted on his fucking birthday for fuck’s sake! FUCK!

      As it turned out, Nnoitra didn’t have to go outside. Like some sort of actual miracle, there was a delivery for him. People finding out his address could be a real problem, apparently. He had been warned about that. Nnoitra wasn’t scared of ‘ crazy fans ‘ or whatever. He wasn’t scared of anything. What was the worst that could happen?

      He collected the delivery, recognizing it as FOOD right away. He couldn’t remember ordering anything yet... Who had sent it to him? He soon figured that out. It was sent from the diner where he’d thought of going. That was almost kinda spooky. Like someone out there could read his mind. He brought the box up to his apartment and opened it. Inside? MUFFINS! Lots of them! Decorated with sprinkles and chocolate dips, fruit or powdered snow. It was way too long since he had actually eaten something this indulgent, and his mouth watered over. Damn, this diner-owner was a nice guy! Nnoitra hadn’t even paid for this! He’d make sure to do so the next time he came to visit, and he’d also leave a big tip! But first? First he was going to enjoy these treats. Eating in the ‘ safety ‘ of his apartment made it so that he could enjoy himself much more. He sat on the couch and ate his way through the whole box. It probably looked like a sad way to spend his birthday, but he was loving it. He really needed to thank Sasaharu for this. There was still time --- Should he go there later maybe?

      After having finished the whole box, he took a shower, scrolled social media, ignored a call from his manager ( it was his birthday, he was allowed a day off ). Then, he decided that yeah, he’d go to the diner after all. He had to get dinner anyway, so why not? One would think he was full from all the cake he had had, but nope. There was always room for more. He wouldn’t say no to a milkshake either.

      He didn’t wear sunglasses, but he wore a hoodie. It was an expensive designer brand, though Nnoitra couldn’t for the life of him understand WHY it should be expensive. It was just a hoodie? Mah, in any case, he DID manage to get to the diner without making any fuss ( probably because he took a taxi ). In the diner’s display window, he recognized some of the muffins he had eaten earlier. He entered, fully prepared to pay Sasaharu for his kindness. In the past, when Nnoitra had been poor, he wouldn’t have thought twice about receiving things for free. Now? He didn’t like owing things. He wanted to get any sort of debt cleared right away. Not that he thought the other expected anything from him, but yeah. He had the money, so why not spend it? A bell rang as he entered, and he looked around to thankfully find the diner pretty empty. He imagined it had something to do with the cold weather. He walked over to the counter, not spotting the owner yet. He’d wait for him. He should... Probably say ‘ thanks ‘ for the delivery, right? Nnoitra had never been good at thanking others. No wonder, seeing as he wasn’t used to people giving him anything. 

#nvrcmplt #[ aaaa so kind of him t-t ] #[ nnoitra needed a good start to his day fjfjf ] #[ AND THIS DID THE TRICK ] #[ such a long ask tala!! i loved reading it! ] #[ thank you very much for sending !! <5 ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #talking shit. ╱ answers. #portfolio. ╱ au.29.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hello lovely!! Can you do one where the reader has given birth to Daemon Targaryen daughter that blessed to a god?? (Aphrodite

Author's Note- So, this is extremely short and not up to the mark but it is due to my freaking exams but only two days and I am free! I used the Valyrian Goddess of beauty instead of Aphrodite because it made more sense to me at least. So I hope you have no problem.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Blessings of the Goddess

Daemon Targaryen x Wife!Reader

Summary- The Goddess decided to visit her children as the time grew closer...

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Warnings- Steamy and then complete fluff. Dad!Daemon 😍

GIF Credits to @bonniebird

His soft lips ran down her exposed shoulder, leaving light kisses and brushes as they moved down. His hair caressing her jaw while his one hand rubbed her swollen belly. The other was working its way to slowly remove the dress which was clinging to her body.

Her breathy moans and gasps had Daemon groaning above him as he moved kiss the exposed parts of her chest. Her sensitive nipples brushed against the fabric of her dress confining her body uncomfortably.

A kick inside her body made her groan and push a heavily breathing Daemon away as her face contracted with agony. On the other hand, Daemon looked at (Y/N) with pouty lips.

"What happened?" His face sobered as he saw his wife clutching her belly. The Prince's dear wife only sighed, rubbing her huge belly as she felt her hyperactive child moving inside her, landing punches and kickes at whatever it could find.

"Has she started again?" Daemon asked as he laid his hand over her belly, rubbing it while kissing it softly, not to hurt or cause discomfort to the love of his life.

It was both funny and enduring how the Rogue Prince decided to declare the still unborn child a daughter and decide for Alyssa or Visenya as a name. Never considering a boy like other lords and princes.

"Can I ask you something, Dae?" (Y/N) asked softly, her hands moving to draw circles on the back of his hand. Daemon raised his eyebrows while smiling. He moved to sit against their bed frame, before pulling his wife to let her rest on his chest.

"Yes, darling."

"Skoro syt gaomagon ao pendagon bona se riña iksis iā tala?" (Why do you think that the child is a daughter?)

Daemon smiled and placed a kiss on (Y/N)'s bare shoulder. The prince leaned back with his eyes closed as he repeated the vivid dream from a few moons past.

"I was in this beautiful garden with pathways of marble and exotic trees lining them. Flowers surrounded the entirety of the garden while the sun had a warm glow to its light. Birds chirped a song unknown to us.

And then, emerged an extremely beautiful lady. Deep, lavender eyes with the most purest of silver strands. She was dressed in a fine red dress of silk. Her long neck and wrists adorned with jewelry of valyrian steel.

She introduced herself as Tessarion, the Goddess of Beauty. She talked about our unborn child, declaring that our child is her avatar. Her reincarnation in a human form.

Since that day, I could only think of the child and remember that dream and that serene and beautiful face and feel as if... as if she is my daughter. Our daughter."

Daemon's hand rubbed his wife's baby bump while his wife looked at him with wonder. Her (E/C) eyes wide with tears glimmering in them like stars in a clear night sky.

"Then, our child is a daughter."

#house targaryen #hotd imagine #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x y/n #daemon au #daemon targeryan #dad!daemon #house of targaryen #oneshot #hotd one shot

[madarasgirl]

A Night for Hunting Ch 12 -The Feeling of Safety

T/W: Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, Vladcard (that’s right, daddy makes his appearance), predator/prey, hunting, ruthless vampire king, romance, Romanian translations Words: 4855 On AO3

I am so excited to finally present this chapter! The premise was planned from the beginning and living rent-free in my head (happy to evict it at last) since I decided to extend this series months ago. I hope you like it! I am no history buff, but I did some light reading on Vlad and the contents of this chapter are also based on how Alucard behaves in Ultimate. A bit nervous, but I hope I got the feels right.

Happy belated Mid-Autumn Festival, fellow Chinese and (other nationalities) who celebrate this occasion! The full moon was beautiful.

Many thanks to @michi-tala for helping me with fine-tuning the Romanian phrases!  @alastorhazbin

“You really are a king?" You asked, incredulous. 

How could this be? A king should be the inspirational leader who guides his nation through strife and peace to glory, the shining star who navigates the tumultuous waters of diplomacy and the horrors of battlefields. A ruler with the intellect to create and uphold the laws, social institutions, and infrastructure to bring about prosperity. He should be someone well-versed in the art of war, yet mannered and cultured to mingle with others in his high society of privilege. 

In other words, someone not quite like Alucard The Boor, who was inflexible about negotiations, poorly socialized, and a stalker to boot. What kind of king had the time to stalk some peasant woman for two years just for fun?

You however had to reconsider your conclusions. The longer you stared at that cocky profile, the more obvious it became that if you squinted, there perhaps was something a little regal about him. He was certainly not lacking in intelligence. And sometimes he demonstrated highly sophisticated mannerisms when he felt like playing the gentleman. He even spoke like a snobby British aristocrat.

Alucard chuckled to himself quietly at your racing thoughts. His eyes closed at the distant recollection of his past. At nearly six centuries of age, he found himself often ruminating about the past, whether as a human or vampire, but when pondering his first life, it was like reliving someone else’s. He remembered the anger, pain, and humiliation vividly. There was regret about his upbringing and later decisions as voivode, even if there were those actions during his reign that were necessary for the survival of his country and Christianity, and parts of Europe continued to view him as a hero to this day. But it all happened so long ago, he barely felt anything anymore, except a faraway, numb regret. 

He was silent when recalling the fresh woodsy scent of the fir trees in his mountains. How he loved to ride through their forests with the wind in his face when he went hunting. His city Târgoviște possessed beauty beyond imagination, before he burnt it down and turned it into a desolate forest of corpses. Perhaps there was some melancholy when reminiscing about his homeland.

Warm fingers landed lightly on the sigils adorning the back of his gloves. Feline eyes opened to narrow slits to watch you looking at him with a questioning stare. It seemed you were finished with mocking his ways in your head.

Flattering child. Innocent little human. You know not of the monster you have involved yourself with, he thought.

“Cetatea (Citadel) Poenari sat atop the mountains. In its prime, it was an impregnable fortress with steep walls that offered a spectacular view of the forested canyon on the Argeș River. You would have appreciated its beauty.”

“Was that your home?” You asked.

“One of them. Its ruins are in what is now known as Romania.”

Wide eyes stayed on him before curving with merriment. “I think I would love to visit your old home one day.” Your wrist flicked in his direction to gesture at his dress clothes. “Did you look like this back then too? There’s no way you dressed this loudly then, right, Your Majesty?” You snickered while putting emphasis on his royal title.

He turned his hand over to grasp your fingers in his. “You wish to see me? All of me?" His brow rose as he evaluated you.

The room chilled suddenly and you hesitated. His shadow was facing toward the light, reaching for you, and the silhouette was wrong. You’ve already seen his flowing shadows, extra eyes, and bats, as well as when he assumed the face of another man. Was there more? Something forbidding was in the air.

“Umm…not the bugs. Please never the bugs again,” you whispered, trying to keep the mood easy tonight.

The orangey-yellow in his eyes spun like molten gold as he petted your fingers before lacing your hands together. Alucard leaned towards you, and as he did, he changed. This was important. Somehow you knew what Alucard was about to show you was intimate, a secret he did not carelessly share with others. You stopped breathing as you watched his transformation happen before your eyes.

Raven locks lengthened until his hair was past his thighs, phantom wind making the ends billow in the air like they were alive. Gangly arms filled out, his chest growing broad and putting on hard muscle in seconds. His red duster turned liquid and flowed over the heavy armour that materialized, settling into a black cape that was as intangible as his tresses at the frayed, surging ends.  

His angular features grew wider at the cheeks, jawline becoming chiselled and covered with coarse stubble. The fiery gaze burned with wisdom and life experience. You had no words as you got a better look at this imposing man who now stood towering over you with his arms at his side.

"This was how I appeared as a human when I perished."

You stared at him from the couch, sitting with your legs in front of you in a “W.” Your mouth was parted as your eyes slid sluggishly over this dark warrior with disbelief. Power rolled off of him. It was in his bearing, the deadly grace with which he conducted himself, and the way the air was not quite right around him.

"You really are breathtakingly beautiful," you told him. 

Alucard purred at your praise and your skin tingled. His rumblings were deeper than normal and it was so unexpected despite his now stockier build. 

“...May I… touch you?” 

Golden-orange glinted with warmth as this stranger stooped down for you to inspect his new body. You tentatively brought your hand up to his face and stroked his cheek. Cold. This Alucard’s skin was still cool to touch. The texture though, that beard was so scratchy. You ran your fingers through his hair, which was as soft as you remembered, but now so long you didn’t even reach the ends with your arm fully extended. 

His name was an anagram. Alucard was a Romanian vampire. Your idiot brain finally made the connection that was in front of you this whole time.

“...You actually are Dracula?” The Son of the Dragon, a king and warlord from the Middle Ages. Probably one of the oldest –and strongest– of vampires.

“You are speaking to Count Dracula of Wallachia.”

You shivered at his voice. Even his accent was different, so foreign and exotic. It did things to you, but your mind had always been stronger.

If memory served you correctly, history did not have favourable things to say about the real Dracula. The Sir Impaler staked people, including women and children, for all sorts of reasons and no reason as well –as a gruesomely effective warfare tactic, for sport, and petty offences alike. He was the king who invited the sick and homeless to his keep for a feast and burnt them alive as a way to empty the streets.

“Yes, I commanded all of those acts in my past life.”

Fright blemished your features and you jerked away until Dracula’s gauntlet shot out to catch you and bring your palm back to his face. He took in the thin line your lips formed and the furrowed brows around your spooked gaze. 

“But that will not be a fate reserved for you,” he promised with a sombre expression. Your eyes searched his face to judge his sincerity, wanting more than anything to continue trusting him after learning his identity, even when forced to confront the reality of the nature of your relationship. 

It was wrong.

The king before you stood tall, his dignified comportment unwavering after the passage of centuries of grim tales told about him. He did not lie to you, nor did he offer excuses for himself. His noble features, proud and uncompromising, were solemn as you contemplated him. 

Alucard never lifted a finger against you.

The warlord’s wicked piety preceded him, his prestige vicious and calculated. Any means to achieve his ends, which left ruination in his wake. Everywhere he went, he sowed destruction and instilled fear, even amongst his own people. 

He was not mentally well.

If Alucard did not care for you, you would be worse off than dead. 

Yes, by showing how he was a murderous vampire, an undead hellspawn who didn't die when he was supposed to.

He was violent and dangerous. What in the world were you doing with him?

You had your wellbeing and that of your family to worry about. What if entwining your fate with his ended in trouble that somehow found its way to them? Even as Alucard, he could be sadistic, harassing and nearly driving you to madness long ago. He continued to enjoy aggravating you and at times made you angry beyond belief.

You should not be with him. Tears came to your eyes.

But time and time again, Alucard came to protect you and went out of his way to take steps ensuring your safety and comfort. He looked after you when you were incapable and let you in on secrets about himself.

You fought with yourself. Alucard and this stranger before you were in fact one and the same. For all his nefarious ways, he did have honour, in his own twisted way. 

You were past the point of right or wrong.

The heart was never rational. You wanted to remain with him. So with an uncertain quivering heart, you chose him too. You got on your knees and went up to this infamous veteran to huddle against his chest, needing to see if the sense of security you felt whenever Alucard was near was present with this form of his too. You couldn’t even look at him.

Vermilion flames smouldered gently without your notice.

A hand went delicately across your back to hold you close for several moments before tracing along your shoulder blades. An arm went around you and settled at your waist. Then multiple shadow tendrils wrapped you loosely around the ankles, thighs, and biceps. You shuddered at the electric contact with his darkness. Prickly stubble dug into your chin as this king claimed your lips for his own. He was as gentle as Alucard. It was comforting and eased your unsettled thoughts.

You finally pulled apart.

“You are timid with me,” he announced, breastplate vibrating with the bass of his voice. 

“Everything we do is new,” you said as you put your arms around an icy plated torso and watched the end of his cape twirl. His lips chased yours as you looked away again. Relaxing into his embrace, you whispered, ”I can’t believe you are real,” as if speaking louder would make him disappear like a mirage.

“The legends have a basis.”

He ran the backside of an armoured finger across your cheek. His expression was soft as you met his gaze again, nothing as severe as his rugged appearance suggested. The shadows enveloping your limbs flared.

“What say you? Would you like to be one of my kind?"

Huh? He meant…he meant turning you into a vampire? And offering you eternity?

Again you tensed. He was serious. The weight of his question hung in the air between you until you gulped and averted your eyes, nervousness tainting the air thickly.

"I suppose it is too soon to ask you this." The hand came to rest on your head where he ruffled your hair. You glanced up at him in surprise.

Dracula smiled at you. "My Darling."

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The gleaming silver orb above loomed large, illuminating the navy skies with an ethereal haze. The moon was full, just like that first night, so clear you could see every crater on her surface. Your anxiety around Dracula gradually dissipated. He had a much quieter disposition than the normal him, but honestly, a break from his usual provocative ways was appreciated. He was still the same person, you reminded yourself. You began to close the distance between you incrementally and walk closer until you brushed his side with every stride.

It was not yet Halloween. Actually, it was nowhere near that month of haunting. Anyone who happened upon the pair of you would find his full body armour odd. It was mildly ironic for you to comment about Alucard’s unconventional clothing, only for his ‘true’ appearance to be just as outlandish for these modern times. What did you expect? It seemed the king captured people’s attention no matter what he did in whichever era.

The relaxing stroll was picturesque. For once, the streetlights functioned as they should and lit up the quaint storefronts without Alucard’s interference. The boulevards were clean and the summer air fresh, but clamorous with singing crickets. The engines of the occasional car rumbled in the distance and punctured the tranquility. The first vampire let you lead the walk, wordlessly following you through every turn as he sensed your worries ebb with each passing minute, enjoying the way you eventually bumped against him with each step. 

A warm breeze brought the perfume of the faint sweat trailing behind you into his sinuses. His vampiric senses were hyper-aware of your presence, such as how your little heart pumped hot blood through your veins with each thud while you continued to wander.

How he missed roaming the nights together.

Vampires were natural hunters. It couldn’t be helped. Orange gold deepened into a lustrous crimson as his pupils narrowed into predatory slits.

Alucard was no longer beside you. There was only empty space and silence when even the insects fell quiet. Spinning around to seek him, you heard heavy purring in your head as fallen leaves rustled about in a swirling circle around you. 

"What are you waiting for Dear? RUN." A pointy nose poked your ear.

Jumping at the familiar voice, you felt the solid presence of him sighing into your ear from behind as he purred and nudged you.

Oh? He wanted to play? You unfroze with a smile, not needing to be instructed again. You took off, but it was different this time. You were able to see your path well enough to not trip over yourself, rapidly finding a way from the streets where the stray vehicle still roved and into pedestrian side roads.

Unlike past chases, there was no panic or fear. Despite your earlier misgivings, you could barely even remember why you were terrified of Alucard stalking you after all this time together. As you zipped through the desolate night streets, your heart pounded with exhilaration the longer you ran. It felt good to set aside your worries for now and just enjoy your time together. 

Alucard, you are here?

The shadows followed you with ease in the corners of your eyes. The rich, sanguine glow to their edges was a dead giveaway. You laughed as you took a turn leading you someplace you've never been before in the dead of night. With the knowledge that Alucard was with you, the night became a game full of mystery and adventure. 

He caught you by the waist, hauling you back to his chest while the arm that held you slowly slipped up your torso until he seized your breasts. The wandering hands were metallic and frigid against your skin. 

“If this was a real hunt, it would have concluded. It'd be sensible to surrender yourself to me now.” 

You squirmed in his hold with a breathless titter, earning a hiss in your ear and a lick to your cheek before he let you go. You giggled and used the opportunity to slither away and scamper off.

You ran and ran from his harrying; repeatedly he would catch and wrestle with you before you were released. The most brazen event was when he suddenly appeared and let you run face first into him, then stroked languidly down your rear until you found your bearings and escaped. How he taunted you.

Eventually you came to a stop when your breath escaped in soft pants, shirt clinging with your exertion. You looked around for somewhere else to go and perhaps hide so your vampire had to search before bolting again when you didn’t find a spot to your satisfaction. You didn't know where you were going at all, just making turn after turn wherever you could –through unlit alleys and parks and crossing under bridges, until you arrived at a ravine to recover. 

The vampire was nowhere to be seen. You snickered upon hearing something drop and a crackle in the dark. "Y–you don't scare me anymore. Just come out," you gasped out. 

Words that were spoken too soon. Trouble slid out of the shadows as several ruffians leered at you. Forcibly exhaling, you inched back at their appearances, ready to dash away in the direction you came from. Needles, used condoms, and other garbage littered the ground and the air was dank with the stench of old urine and vomit. So you stumbled into the derelict quarters of society’s undesirables, but you did not want their acquaintance.

"Leaving so soon, pretty bird?" One of the skinnier blokes sneered. He was covered in ugly tattoos.

“Why don’t you stay awhile and keep us company?” Another said. He was just as ratty as the first, but smiled as he approached. Their sinister intentions were clear as day, despite the false nicety.

“Yeah, we don’t often have the pleasure of such lovely companionship.” The third stood back where it was too dark to distinguish his features.

I do not appreciate others interrupting my hunt. Leave. 

The muted voice simultaneously thundered and the brutes shouted at the vacant surroundings.

“Who’s there?” 

“Piss off, wanker!” Tough words from the men, but you were already apprehensive not for yourself, but them.

The shadows at your feet bubbled up. 

“What the fuck?!” One of the hooligans hollered in shock at the mass of darkness that grew from the ground in front of you. He glanced back at his friends before squaring his shoulders.

The man crashed into an ancient conifer and was held there several feet off the ground, gasping for breath as he was slowly flattened –his face gave in first, the nose and lips crumbling inwards. It was as if he was submitted to the work of a hydraulic press. He heaved with effort to break free as his eyes bulged and his chest squeezed tight, unable to even scream under the crushing compression.

As you watched in shock, the death happened too quickly to process, yet like time slowed for you as well. His head popped like a gusher with blood jetting from both ears. You saw every detail as the ruffian's body was squashed by an invisible force until even his bones gave out and he became a splatter of viscera decorating the bark. Only a hand remained intact, but even that snapped at the wrist without a surface behind it to counteract the pressure.

You screamed at the crunching horror when it finally ended with a wet splat. 

Alucard rescued you yet again. He appeared nonchalant about his victim's barbaric demise, his stance at complete ease.

“!!!” Your would-be assailants were initially speechless as they jittered back at the supernatural display of violence.

One of the remaining men sniffled, swiping his nose as he howled,  “Arsehole!”

There was white powder dusting the ground and around their nostrils. They were high, which explained the ongoing aggression and bravado as knives came out. Your gaze flickered up to Alucard’s face.

You knew that maniacal grin, the one that reminded you of when you first saw him at work. No. All your fears about him resurfaced. You forgot how to breathe as you darted in front of him to cling to his arm. 

"You can't kill them!" You yelled.

Being with him was wrong.

He paused, the king's gaze sliding to yours with a bored expression. "Why?" He drawled callously.

He was violent and dangerous.

“Because you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why?"

Omfg did Alucard think he was the Terminator? As ridiculous as the exchange was, this was no movie. Alucard’s eyes narrowed as a savage aura flared and pulsed with danger when the remaining two men floundered backwards in jerky movements. Perhaps their sense of self-preservation was still existent.

Dracula’s baleful glare did not conceal his wrath. These worthless lowlives dared not only threaten you, but if it weren't for his presence, they would have violated you in the most disgusting of ways in this dirty scum hole. He knew it, because he could sense their base desires and the opportunistic evil that lay dormant within them. He too was a creature of the abyss who knew darkness when he encountered it. 

Unspeakable rage tainted his thoughts with promised violence. Their perverted longings were the ultimate transgression against you. It was unforgivable. You may be soft and kind, but he was not known for mercy. Rapists should be staked and displayed for others as a warning. 

There were millions of other ways he could end them and The Impaler started listing them. He could telepathically wipe their memories and order them gone, which was always the simplest solution when it came to nosy humans, but he wanted these ones dead.

He lifted his hand before you desperately caught it between both of yours and pushed it down, hoping to hold him back. Your stomach churned from his glower as you imagined what he was going to do to them. How many times was he going to shoot them? Or was he going to rip them apart with his bare hands instead? Would there even be anything left of them when he was satisfied with the mutilation?

“They didn’t do anything to me, I’m okay! Let’s just go home!” You pleaded.

“You do not get to decide who must die, draga mea."

"ALUCARD!"

"Alucard is not here right now." 

Wha-

The crimson gaze flicked back up at the interlopers and blazed with fury as the pair of imbeciles decided it was prudent to use your interference with his punishment as a means to flee. Their human movements were sluggish to his vision and reflexes anyways. He knew their intentions the moment they thought it, caught the twitching of muscles as they began to turn and run in slow motion. Cowards who could not even face their well-deserved execution.

So they should lose their legs first. 

They froze after mistakenly meeting Death’s gaze and receiving the order to remain motionless. The shadows licked at his feet and twisted, rising to whip about in the air. 

Shit. But –this was your vampire. At the same time, this was evidently someone else, a warrior. A king. How were you supposed to address him? Your Majesty? Dracula? That was his title and name. But what was his name? You were frantic. Think! What was it again?! 

"...Vlad…Please don't do this, I beg you…" Hauling all your weight, you threw yourself at him, the tears now falling freely as his tendrils stretched and lashed towards his latest quarries. How did it go from a beautiful moonlit walk together to this bloodbath?!

Through the fog of his ire drifted another scent beyond the putrid fear of his prey. Your fear. He saw the dread in your eyes. Countless others have made the same face while grovelling at his feet for mercy. You however, were not begging for yourself, but the remaining rotten swine behind you. He growled with displeasure at what you asked of him, the mind running feral with imagery of what he wanted to do, waiting impatiently for the miscreants to give him another reason to end them.

The Nosferatu glanced back at you. Your face was the same as that time, when he vanquished the undead that hunted you. He really was a monster. You were afraid of him. 

Upon realizing you had your vampire’s attention, you tried to reach him further. “Just…just take the blood of the one who's already dead. And then…" your voice cracked and dropped to a whisper. "Let's go home. Please."

He focused on everything that was you, on the salt of your tears and sweat overlying body lotion. Your desperation. In the background were the pungent stench of gore and the unwashed bodies of men. The king growled as he stared at you again. It was your second thoughts about what you were getting yourself into by being with him that did it. He snuffed out his need to kill as he came back to himself.

You were petrified about what was next, but Dracula won’t let you regret your decision to stay. He did not wish to prove your trust in him was misplaced or that your reservations about him were well-founded. 

“Since this is one of the only requests my darling little human has ever made of me, I shall grant clemency this time,” he snarled through razor teeth. The paralyzed men cowered at the demon in front of them, at last recognizing how close to Death’s door they came. 

"Vermin such as yourselves aren't worth the effort anyways." The unholy king’s eyes glowed with a hellish light. "Leave," he commanded. 

Under hypnotism, a ring of scarlet surrounded their irises and the thugs slunk away with a dazed expression. They were at last permitted to go through with their flight and disappear back into the bowels of London as his gaze bore holes through the backs of their skulls.

The danger passed. You were hiding behind the vampire, who felt your anxiety when his attention turned back to you. He could not fault your distaste for brutality and death. Despite his blinding fury moments ago, he was unable to maintain his anger with you. His expression lightened.

Silence. 

You licked your lips, trembling with a bone-deep fear you hadn't felt in a long time. “Are you not going to drink his blood?" Staring everywhere except at your saviour, you eyed the corpse of squished organs, bones, and flesh painting the vegetation.

"Do you seek your meals from the gutter?" He snorted, eying the pile with disdain. "Besides… you are more than enough." The vampire grinned, a single fang glinting in the gloom like he just told you the best inside joke.

Your eyes widened at the unexpected change in atmosphere from the offhand comment. Alucard and his mood swings. 

Taking a deep breath to soothe yourself, the tension was slow to leave you. You looked at him again. "Thank you for stopping," you told him with honest relief.

"Little one, you are safe when you walk the night with me. Nothing will harm you," he said as he faced you fully and brushed your cheeks gently.

You held his hand to your face, opening it up and leaning your cheek into the icy steel. He took a step to his right to block the view when you tried to examine the remains of the body turned into slush. A layer of clouds blocked the meager light of the moon so you couldn’t see it anyways. All you saw was the sunset in your vampire’s eyes.

You gulped. The eldritch power surrounding the vampire wrapped around you, and instinctively you knew it was cold, but you felt warm and safe on the inside. It felt like you were home. 

"I believe you." You took the single step to close the distance between you and pressed up flush against the vampire.

Affection kindled in those stunning eyes. There it was, behind the face of another man, this ruthless king, was the Alucard you knew and fell for. Your expression broke as you buried your face in his chest, needing reassurance as the mess that came to pass tonight caught up with you.

He was caressing your head again, tousling it to the beat of your heart when you peeked up at him with dewy-eyed innocence. Resplendent little human, he will shelter you from the horrors of the world.

"Luna vieții mele."

"Pardon?"

"Tu ești luna vieții mele."

You blinked in confusion, straining to try catching the gist of his words, but it was hopeless. Fortunately many Latin languages share some similarities. You were reasonably sure he mentioned the moon.

"Și fără tine, nu există lumină."

How infuriating. If there was something Vlad wanted to say to you, he could just do so directly instead of using a foreign language you didn’t understand for dramatic effect.

"What does that mean?"

He gave you a cryptic smile and offered his arm. “It is time to return." 

Yeah right, like hell it did. He said a lot more words than if he was just talking about going home. You stared at the outstretched arm of a gallant Medieval man, brows crinkling when he did not elaborate. It seemed you would have to figure out the meaning yourself.

You curled in to stay close to him, placing your hand on his arm and weaving your fingers around the crook of Dracula’s elbow so he could lead you home through the dark of night.

~To be Continued~

Ch. 13- TBD? "Stargazers in Romania"

Notes: Alucard really doesn’t like rapists.

Even knowing Alucard shapeshifts, it’ll take getting used to his other forms. It’d be weird if someone just accepts another body/face/voice/personality as their SO upon the first time meeting them, right? At least I think so. The Count is ‘her’ Alucard, for now at least.

This chapter isn't meant to be a character analysis of the historical person's actions, but more the reservations a rational person should have when deciding whether to stay as freaking Vlad III Dracula's SO.

It is admittedly a bit cliche that Alucard is always just in time to save the Reader from her demise, but in my other Hellsing work, she names him her “guide and guardian (angel).” The title is well-deserved.

*The next chapter will be delayed because I will be going on my honeymoon for several weeks. I’ll likely be able to fit in some writing time as we travel between countries. I’ll probably also be using that time to continue planning Part 2 of this story (we aren’t there yet). Yes that’s right, Millennium will feature in this fic, although I will only loosely follow the canon Ultimate events and be taking some liberties with how vampire things work.*

Buckle up, we’re only about half-way. I estimate there to be around 23-26 or so chapters in total to complete this fic, although later chapters will likely be shorter.

#alucard x reader #alucard x you #alucard fanfiction #hellsing ultimate #alucard hellsing #vladcard #hellsing #hellsing fandom #alucard

[epitomereally]

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight

This was an absolutely favorite from this year’s H/D Wireless & I’m so happy Starry let me bind it! It features a gorgeous healing craftsman Harry, a prickly but soft Draco, and an incredible ensemble cast of Harry’s friends, who all love and take such good care of him, while working towards bettering the world. Starry’s writing is so lush and evocative. The dreamscapes, 4 Jonquil Place & Chiara, and all of Harry’s woodworking pieces are so beautifully described, and I tried to do this atmosphere justice in my binding.

This was a fic where the binding sprang into my head fully formed while reading. I was struck by the description of Chiara, vines growing all over her body, and the gorgeous blues and greens throughout the story, which inspired both the illustrations and the colors throughout. I went fully maximalist with the illustrations, and leant very literally into the dreaming & waking up motif. We have growing vines at each chapter header, which slowly open up into morning glories. On the cover, I’ve illustrated poppies to fit with the dream motif, and then a dahlia, because I love them :) this was also my first time making headbands and I love the pop of emerald & seaform that they add. I also was so happy with the bookcloth; I spent a long time looking for a deep, rich blue. It was surprisingly hard to find a highly saturated dark blue!

The dedication comes from @sitp-recs recommendation. It’s officially the longest dedication I’ve ever put in, but I couldn’t shorten it!

This fic is, first and foremost, a love letter. Not only to Drarry but mainly to creators, artists and crafters, who are struggling with burnout and feeling defeated, uninspired, maybe even useless. This was a realistic portrayal of how devastating it feels to lose the grip on our creative muse, the very thing that gives us purpose and gets us through the mundane by making our lives extraordinary. This Harry represents so many of us feeling lost and discouraged and broken, but Starry generously mends all pieces…This fic is full of hope and understanding, it’s about love but also about friendship, self-care, resistance and the importance of fighting for political change no matter how seemingly small or unimportant.

Many thanks also to @a-gay-old-time for their cover painting tutorial & also for answering my ask about how they bind flatback books. This bind wouldn’t be possible without your help & you have been a huge inspiration for me in taking up fanbinding!

Body font: Alegraya

Title font: Venose

Dropcaps: Fleur Corner Caps

Endpapers: Craft Consortium Ink Drops in Ocean

Bookcloth: Japanese Asahi bookcloth in navy blue (here from Oregon Art Supply & I also assume Navy from Talas is the same color, though it's hard to tell over the monitor) - thanks for pointing this out, @pandamomentum)

#my fanbinding #drarry fic rec #the-starryknight #posts i actually wrote

[indignantlemur]

Hi!

Before I start I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your works, 'Emigre' as well as 'The Stars keep watch' and I am really grateful for you giving us all such amazing and detailed views of the andorian culture.

I've read almost all of them, so I'm pretty sure that you didn't answer this question before, but in case you did, just ignore this ask :)

How excactly do andorian names work in your opinion. I get the whole clan thing etc. but is there an aspect that is present in all names e.g. that it starts with certain letters? Or is there a certain way a name is supposed to sound like to be andorian?

After all there is a vast difference between the names "Kevin" and "Vilashral 'Shral' of Clan Hrisvalar".

If there's not an answer to the question, it's fine too. I'm just curious if there's like a rule when you create your names? If you understand what I mean?

Hi there! And my goodness, thank you! I'm always so happy to meet new readers!

So my Andorian name process usually starts by checking over canon names. When naming a new character, I want to follow the hallmarks of canon Andorian names without copying them exactly.

For example, these are a mix of female and male canon names:

Ghee P'trell

Jennifer Sh'reyan

Keval

Krotus

Talah

Talas

Talla

Telev

Thy'lek Shran

Tholos

Thon

Thoris

Tysess

Ryn

Shras Endilev

Shukar

Va'Al Trask

Va'Kel Shon

Val Shon

Umarin

There are more, of course, but even with a small sample we can see a few things. Names beginning with the letter T are very popular, but the given names also tend to be two-to-three syllable long names. Beyond that, there's a mix of different types of vowels (short and long) and most of the consonants tend to be softer ones, though not exclusively.

For my headcanons and naming purposes, I have a couple of considerations to look at from this point. The first headcanon is that Andorians do not generally give non-Andorians their full names, because Andorii is a very sibilant language with a lot of soft sounds and drawn out vowels in rapid succession. Outsiders generally don't get their names right, so it's easier to go by shortened by-name than have to cringe every time your commanding officer calls you a salad by mistake.

The second headcanon builds on the first, in that full given names are broken into fragments. There are the face-name fragments that you give to strangers and off-worlders, and then there's the full name. Some individuals make use of a third fragment, which is a name used by close friends and loved ones, but it's less common. Not everyone abides by these rules, as there are always exceptions to every rule, but it's generally a good rule of thumb - especially with a culture where it's entirely too easy to find yourself in a duel to the death.

Taking all of that into account, I actually find name generators (I like this one, personally) for Andorian names to be a great starting point for creating a new name. A lot of the generated suggestions are meh, but if I can get a starting point, then I can fiddle with it until I have a name that feels right.

So, for example, I just generated ten female names:

Sevo Zh'viahliq Villen Sh'tiveq Ethrivia Zh'shrihres Esilaa Sh'vhiathrarh Aseraa Sh'kitrit Jhalli Sh'okialrarh Ipythosh Zh'rhethit Shryssa Zh'rolrirh Threra Zh'rhikress Vamaa Zh'ataakross

These are all kind of same-samey and a bit... jumbled, to look at. I want a name that a reader can look at without their eyes glazing over. So, what happens now is I take the likeliest lads (ladies in this case) of the lot and workshop them.

Let's say I want to do something with Shryssa Zh'rolrirh, Aseraa Sh'kitrit, and Vamaa Zh'ktaakross.

Shryssa Zh'rolrirh - a good starting foundation, but I already have a character called Shryss and they've reversed the capitalization of the rank and Clan name. In this case, I'll cannibalize one of the other names. The Clan name doesn't quite feel right to me, so I'll grab one of the other pre-generated ones and modify it.

Aseraa Sh'kitrit - I'm generally happy with this name, though I think the Clan name is a little meh, but it feels like I took "Sarah", dropped the H, added a vowel, and called it done. So, let's see if we can't make it sound more properly alien and maybe swap the Clan name for something else.

Vamaa Zh'ktaakross - this is the one I want to change the least, actually, but Vamaa still seems more like a face-name than a full name, so we'll adapt it a little.

Therefore, we get:

Shryssa Zh'rolrirh -> Jhalleshryssa "Shryssa" zh'Tiivekh -> Shryssa

Aseraa Sh'kitrit -> Ipseseraa "Seraa" sh'Shras -> Seraa

Vamaa Zh'ktaakross -> Ulavamaal "Vamaa" zh'Kraakross -> Vamaa

It's not a perfect system, and sometimes names just come to me on the spot rather than requiring help from a generator or other sources.

So let's look at Ambassador Thoris. Thoris is his face-name, but his full name is Anlenthoris th'Kor. In official documents, he is referred to by his full name, Clan, and rank, but in his day-to-day working life he is Thoris. In his personal life, his spouses call him Anlen. Under no circumstances would it ever be appropriate for someone like Dagmar or Shral to call him Anlen - the inference of having an intimate relationship with a married man of his rank and position would be considered a duelling offense.

Thanks for the ask! Hopefully I've managed to answer your questions, but I always welcome more if I haven't!

#star trek #andorian #andorians #headcanon #Andorian names #Andorian naming conventions #emigre by indignantlemur

[gogojetters]

GJ Families - Headcanon Mini-Post

I’ve wanted to do this for a while, but because I’m very busy at the moment, it’s hard to find the time to make big posts. So, I’m trying my best to be okay with making smaller, more simple posts, and this is kind of testing that format. And what better than sharing some headcanons about what I think the Go Jetters’ families are like?? It’s been a long time coming, haha.

For now, I’m only doing the Funky Five (Xuli, Kyan, Lars, Foz and Tala), but maybe in the future I’ll drop a thing or two about the others. Each character has their own little section, with a mini-Drabble about what I think their family structure is, and maybe even some little HCs about some of the members. I hope you like this layout, and feel free to ask questions ! Any rude comments will be deleted.

XULI

Xuli is adopted! She has two mothers, Alejandra and Lina, who adopted her when she was two. Additionally, she has an older brother, Sol, age 19- who is her biological brother- and a younger sister named Aurelia, age 12, who is also adopted. Xuli’s family is upper middle class, her Mum (Alejandra) working as a lawyer, and her Mama (Lina) working as a hairdresser. Xuli’s family is very loving and supporting of her endeavors, and she has her Mum’s stubborn personality and her Mama’s love for sightseeing !

KYAN

Kyan was raised in a multi-generational household, living with both his parents and his grandparents in California. His grandparents and parents are all immigrants from China, with Kyan being the first of their family to be born in the states. His Father, Mako, along with his grandparents, run a popular Chinese restaurant on a boardwalk, which Kyan used to work at as a child, while his mother, Daiyu, works as a dentist. Kyan is particularly close with his grandparents, who were very supportive of his athletic dreams in particular.

LARS

Lars grew up in the countryside, on a small farm, with his single Dad, Dominic, Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Benjamin, as well as his little sister, Juno, and his younger twin cousins, Aria and Piper. While living on the farm instilled a love of animals early, his love for machinery came from there too, watching how the different machinery there worked, and learning to fix tractors and farm gear by watching his uncle- and quickly becoming better than him at it! Lars is very close with his family, but has a specially strong bond with both his sister and cousins.

FOZ

Foz is from a richer family, and is an “age gap” kid- meaning that there’s at least 10 years between him and his siblings. He lives with his Mother and Father- the owners of a jewelry company, and an emerald mine, while his three older siblings, Stephanie (27), Andrew (23) and Austin (23), have already moved out of home to peruse their own careers. Foz isn’t particularly close with the rest of his family, having attended boarding school before the GJA, and not growing up alongside his siblings.

TALA

Tala’s family is very well off- after all, with a family history as incredible as the Glitches have, how couldn’t they be? Tala lives with her father, Gabriel Glitch - who is Grandmaster Glitch’s twin brother, and her mother, Reagan Cade-Glitch, as well as her half-brother on her mom’s side, Callum Cade, in the Glitch Estate, which has been in their family for years. Tala spend much of her time as a child in the garden, talking with the family’s gardener about new and fun plant or bug facts.

Thank-you for reading all the way through !! Again, I hope that you guys find my personal headcanons fun and interesting! I wanted the GJ to all have different kinds of family groups, as opposed to just having “nuclear” families, because I think that it’s just boring if they’re all very similar, and different kinds of family representation is important to many people, including myself !! Feel free to ask any questions you may have in the comments, and I’ll try my best to answer them ! (:

#go jetters #go jetter #geo-blogging #gogo-jetters #gj #gogojetters #Tomm talks #head canon #headcanon #headcanons #headcanons post #kyan #xuli #foz #lars #tala #go jetters tala #go Jetters Foz #go Jetters Lars #go jetters xuli #go jetters Kyan #Kyan go jetters #Xuli go jetters #Foz go jetters #Lars go jetters #tala go jetters #gif #gifs #gif warning #ok to reblog

[desertfangs]

Picturing Armand coming up with all sorts of creative aka absolutely batshit ways to prevent Daniel from being intercepted by the Talamasca while Daniel remains completely oblivious. “Lover LOOK it’s Lestat right behind you, he’s only wearing a g-string 🫢😜” and then he’s setting all of Daniel’s mail on fire and scattering the ashes in one of his clandestine e boat rides. Or trying to pass Talamasca correspondence as high school reunion invites (“you couldn’t possibly be interested in that my love? Such silly nonsense”) before tearing them off and throwing them out and changing the topic altogether. It all pays off years later at Lestat’s concert when they bump into Jesse and Daniel is like “Tala-what? lmaoo what a funny little name”. Armand has never been more proud of himself xoxo DA 🥹

Right? Dying at the idea of Armand going "Look! Lestat in a g-string!" to distract Daniel because wow, that would work! Armand would have already gotten rid of whatever it was and Daniel would still be searching behind him, going "Where? I don't see him??"

This could be a whole sitcom, tbh. A whole montage of Armand pulling Daniel in the other direction all of a sudden when he spots a Talamasca agent or changing their plans out of the blue. "I thought you had to see this band tonight!" "I realized their brand of folk music is quite droll. Let's go to Prague." Stealing his mail every evening before he wakes up him to sift through it. I imagine even in the chase years, he might get Daniel's mail at the hotel desk and bring him the royalty check while holding back the Talamasca's letters.

Maybe Daniel finally gets one of the letters in New York, and of course because it's the Talamasca, it's impossibly vague, imploring him to come meet someone at some hotel in a week's time and only vaguely mentions their interest in his novel. So Daniel asks Armand what he thinks it is? Do they want to discuss a sequel? It's not his publisher's letterhead. Is it an agent? Someone who hopes to represent him?

Armand reads it several times, expression impassive, even though he immediately knows what it is. "It's a scam," he finally says. "These vultures target young writers. They just want a share of your royalties and they'll do nothing for you." He tosses the letter aside. Maybe Daniel wonders if he should go the the meeting anyhow, just to see, but Armand will coincidentally need them to fly somewhere very far away the night before so he can't make it. Such a shame. Oh, well, Armand was probably right.

And when they try to approach him in person, ooh boy. I know Armand has some pretty clever mental tricks and could probably scare them out of the city for reasons even they don't entirely understand. Like they're on Daniel's trail and then all of a sudden, they feel uneasy about going into the city or into a certain neighborhood. They may mention that feeling or just that they're not able to establish contact, but no one can seem to get near him and he never replies to their letters or shows up for the pre-arranged meetings, so they just assume he's not interested.

Ironically, I think Daniel would want to know all about them. I don't think he'd join them--I don't think he'd give up being with Armand for anything, and certainly not that--but I think he'd find their mission fascinating, and if he hadn't run into Armand, he would have loved working with them to investigate the paranormal. Sadly, he's also one of those people predisposed to get too close and get himself in trouble, because nothing would keep him from approaching a vampire if he knew where to find them. So he wouldn't have lasted long in the job. Although, Daniel would kill for an hour or two in their archives, even now as a vampire.

I wonder if he ever asked Lestat if his friend David could get him in there for a night to sift through what they had. No doubt Lestat was like "Sure, yeah, I'll ask" and immediately forgot and it never came up again. Ironically, I think the Talamasca would salivate over the stuff in the Night Island cellar and whatever Armand has in the depths of Trinity Gate. I'm curious if, after QotD, when they realized where Daniel had been and with whom, they tried to excavate some of their old abandoned apartments and now, somewhere in the cellar of a Talasmaca motherhouse, sits a blender stained with beet juice and quick-dry cement, a Chia pet with dead seedlings sticking out of it, and an electric toothbrush with blood all over its bristles, all in some box labeled "Armand, New York, 1980s."

Thank you for the ask, DA!!! Always happy to hear from you! I will be thinking about this all day.

#not me typing this up while i'm technically working this saturday morning #but work is slow so thanks for entertaining me #i am also editing a fic i hope to post soon that i hope you'll like #it's smutty #and silly #i like to bridge that gap #daniel molloy #armand #the talamasca #answers in the desert #armand/daniel #vampire chronicles #vc #queen of the damned #dungeon anon #devil's minion #vc headcanons #vc meta

[babbyrat-art]

I’d love to learn more about tala trace and Aaron they seem SO cool and also your art is absolutely STUNNING

Hi!!! I know you read/rb'd the info dump i did after sending this but I do have more about the Triplets/Keane family and I'm happy to share!!!

First of all - their story, again, started over a decade ago with two friends who I'm no longer in regular contact with, and a couple years after their creation i merged them with another friend's character to build off of! So their OG backstory got mixed up and muddled together into something incomprehensible due to me a) not fully remembering the original RP story line (we were 12 it wasn't good) and b) not having access to/remember all the og people's characters who were involved ASKJDH

This is a quick breakdown of the Keane Family Tree!! The Keane Fam/Pack is one of 3 packs that live in the area (a fictional town called St. Dennis and a few adjacent counties in the fictional state of Vermont :3)

I made this very quickly in Mila note so I'm sorry if its shitty AKJSDH

Please feel free to ask me to elaborate more on parts that I might miss because I'm very scatter brained!!! Im just gonna TYPE

Their story is very... slice of life, I guess? The curren RP just follows their lives and relationships pretty closely, and how the triplets grow as people and come away from trauma very differently.

Tala is the first to blossom but again I don't think she'll ever lose her spark of anger that she holds very tight and close to her chest. She's a very protective person and takes on a leadership role amidst her family (i hate calling her an alpha it feels wierd ASJDH- shes just... a matriarch?).

Her and Travis were best friends in highschool, tended to ditch class and smoke up, platonic ideal of friendship supported each other in the way most 15 year olds who bottle up their emotions do. Travis had ALWAYS had a huge crush on Aaron and essentially followed him around until he finally accepted he wasn't going anywhere (Travis is also "adopted" by their uncle, James, around the time their relationship solidifies!! He asks to be turned to feel "officially" a part of the family and Aaron isn't able to do it, so Tala does).

Travis' other bestfriend, Beck, meets/gets closer to Tala accidentally after a Halloween party in their senior year and things move very quickly for them (they get pregnant with the twins at 20 if im remembering correctly askjdh).

Having kids both made Tala better and worse? She's fiercly protective but also made her a lot more... grounded? Like she started taking shit and her responsibility in the family far more seriously, especially when Beck is turned? (A decision he made due to not wanting to be The Only Human there (also raising werewolf babies as a human??? sounds like hell))

Aaron blossoms more when he and Travis enter a relationship - he started hormone therapy around the same time (15-16) which ALSO helped a fuck ton. He's very closed off and aggressive and prefers to keep people at a healthy distance on the off chance he gets hurt or hurts someone (despite... hurting people in doing so). He also is the only one in his family who views lycanthropy as a curse? Its one of the reasons he couldn't bring himself to turn Travis himself. ALL he wants is to feel understood and be "normal" but knows that'll... never happen?

It takes a long time for him to feel more comfortable with himself, and Travis' unending support is one of the reasons he's able to do that. Eventually they move out together and meet a bartender named Micah that they learn is a little down on his luck and needs a place to stay so offer him their spare room. Micah and Aaron are very similar in keeping people at a distance, so it takes some TIME before he accepts that they both genuinely like him. Happy little polycule <3

TRACE takes the longest. He's autistic and struggles to feel safe and accepted and his growth comes MUCH later in the story. They live at home for a majority of their teens and early adulthood and take up the quiet task of babysitting when they're needed but don't really like being around Tala (and Beck, by proxy, despite him being SO sweet and king hearted).

Trace focus' a lot on Charlie when he's younger because he's a very anxious kid - and once Charlie starts school and meets another little werewolf named Percy (a part of another pack i'll post eventually akjsdh), Trace is tasked with watching the both of them. That's how they meet Ansel (Percy's "uncle"/pack mate)!!

Still figuring a lot out on their journey but Ansel is the safest person in Trace's life next to Micah (who he formed a crush on upon meeting for the first time, but didn't quite understand thats what they were feeling, and just enjoyed his company greatly (they're both autistic and remain very close)).

SDFKSDFJH THERES a lot that happens rp wise that has been going on continuously for years i can't possibly summarise but I'll go grab some of my fav snippets and also some older art <3

theres like 300k+ words scattered between multiple rps that i have saved - theres a ton that got lost in the skype migration aSKDJH I was gonna read through them all to find my fav snippets but heres just a few?

and some old art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The top three ofthe riplet's og designs!!!

then a drawing of Tala and Show - and finally an old icon for Travis!!!!!

#ask bo #ocs.txt #keane family #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK I LOVE GOING SICKO MODE AND INFO DUMPING SO MUCH #its nice to focus on theses guys again its been so long

[shedoessoshedoes]

nobody loves me like you love me

Hi hello and welcome to me trying to write about a new ship in a new fandom 😱😱😱😱😱 it's really scary guys. This one's for Book Lovers by Emily Henry because I'm a slut for Charlie Lastra and for engagements. I hope you like it :) Tell me if you do!

wc: 2,753

tw: nsfw

tagging: no one yet bc idk who likes these books eep 🫣

The party’s almost over when Charlie pulls me aside. It was a raging success, celebrating the release of Frigid, Tala’s birthday, and Goode Books’s upswing all at once. Charlie and I flew into Asheville two days ago and are staying for another three; even though our lives are planted firmly in New York, our family is here, in Sunshine Falls, and there’s only so long I can go without seeing Libby, Brendan, and the girls and Charlie can go without seeing his parents. It’s still strange to wake up in a New York that Libby does not inhabit, but the transition was easier than I anticipated. My new job at Loggia helped, distracting me with a heap of manuscripts and a learning curve even a shark struggled to keep up with. When Charlie came back, he helped me, too, holding me when I’d break down after a call with Libby left me feeling a little too empty, taking me to get Thai when I felt like I had no one left for me in the city, and reminding me every day in that Charlie Lastra way of his that it was okay to make choices that are the best for me, not just best for everyone else. “Stephens,” he told me  frequently, “you don’t compromise on anything else. You negotiated this ending for yourself. Enjoy it.” 

I look over to him now, our hands intertwined as we wander through the meadow behind the cabin, where we’re staying for this trip (Charlie graduated from his racecar bed and although we love Libby’s Number Three, neither of us were interested in being up all night with the baby at her house) his capsule wardrobe looking as perfectly polished as ever, even in the June heat. He catches me looking and smiles the smile I love the most, the one that tells me he has a secret tucked up into the corner. “What?” he asks. 

“You know that these shoes aren’t made to go frolicking through a field, Charlie.” I tell him. “I’m planning a way to extract revenge.”

“Stephens, if you feel the same way at the end of this frolic, I’ll let you extract whatever revenge you’d like.” 

I mock gasp. “You’d let me publish Bigfoot erotica under your name?” 

He laughs, shakes his head, and looks over to me. “Yes, Nora Stephens. If you still hate me for taking you on this frolic by the time its over, I’ll let you publish whatever erotica you want. 

“You’re just saying that because Bigfoot secretly gets you off, aren’t you?” 

“Of course,” he tells me with mock seriousness. “There’s nothing sexier than Bigfoot and his big—” 

I slap my hand over his mouth as he laughs. “Don’t you finish that sentence, Charlie Lastra. You’ll damage my ego. I’m supposed to be the sexiest one in your life.” 

His eyes soften, and he does look serious now. “You are, Nora. You’re the most everything in my life.” 

I look away, fighting back tears. It turns out, after a decade of never crying, it’s hard to turn the waterworks off. I get emotional at everything now, from animal commercials (fucking stop laughing, Charlie, the cats are being abused), to the endings of new books (I still love the ones with realistic endings the best, but now I understand why Libby and Mom found them so hard to read), to Charlie Lastra making comments about Bigfoot erotica that somehow feel like so much more. 

We come up to the cabin and Charlie pulls me up to stand on the porch. “Do you remember the first time you saw me in this town? How much you hated me?” 

I laugh, nodding. “I didn’t believe it was actually you at first. I was convinced there must be some Charlie Lastra doppelganger, here to make my life miserable. I didn’t believe you would ever come here willingly.” 

“To be fair, I didn’t come here willingly. I was held against my will and without takeout for months, Nora.” 

I roll my eyes at him. “You know you would drop everything for your family the second they need something again.” 

He hums in agreement. “I think about those first few weeks we were here sometimes. How lucky we are that we ended up in the same room at the same time. How lucky we are that our families love us enough to let us negotiate a happy ending.” 

I understand, suddenly, what is about to happen. The breath punches out of me, and even though I knew this was coming, know what I’m going to say (even if I have to figure out a way to return the ring if it’s horrifyingly ugly), I’m suddenly so nervous that I start to shake. “Charlie,” I whisper. 

He smiles at me. “Nora,” he whispers right back. “Good?” he asks. 

“I think so,” I tell him, voice, body, soul trembling. 

“Good,” he tells me. “Ready?” 

I nod, the words already failing me. Feelings like this cannot be categorized. They cannot be put into boxes. Feelings like this balloon out and over every part of me until I’m consumed, until I feel them from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. 

“You’re perfect for me, Stephens,” he starts. “I think you already know that, but I want to tell you again. I love your nightmare brain. I love your nightmare body. I love your impractical shoes and your fancy underwear and your hour-long skincare routine.” 

“That skincare routine brings me a lot of joy,” I tell him through the tears that are already starting to fall. 

“I know. That’s why I love it. I love all the things you do to bring yourself joy. You spent so much of your life making sure everyone else was happy, Nora, and I’m so fucking proud that you’re able to make decisions now that make you happy. I love that I make you happy. I love your Peloton, and the bodega we go to every Saturday to get bagels, and I love that you wouldn’t leave New York for anything. 

“I love that I’m the only one that understands that you’re harsh because you care. I love that I can tell you things in my horrible, sarcastic way, and you’ll understand exactly what I mean. I love our apartment, and I love being in it with you every day. I love sitting next to you and neither of us talking, because we’re working, or reading, or just being, because we understand each other well enough to know that sometimes less words are more powerful than more.

“But mostly, Nora, I just love you. And I really would like to spend the rest of my life with you. I might want it even more than I want to move out of my racecar bed into Libby’s guest room.” 

“I knew you were just using me for my connections,” I say. He tilts one corner of his mouth up and gets down on one knee. 

“Charlie,” I gasp out, incapable of anything else, as he pulls out a small box. 

“I love you so much I even know that you want to pick out your own ring. So forgive me for offering you an empty box, but please, Nora Stephens, marry me. Let me spend the rest of my life contributing to our DINK lifestyle. Let me be easy for you in the best way possible. Marry me, Nora.” 

I crash to the floor onto my knees so we’re at the same height, cradle his face in my hands, and laugh through my tears. “Yes.” I tell him. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” 

“Yes?” he asks, as though he can’t quite believe this is real. 

“Yes,” I say to him again. “Yes, I love you, thank you for not making me wear an ugly piece of jewelry, yes, yes, yes.” I pull him to me, kissing him, but we’re both laughing too hard to kiss properly, so it’s more of us smiling against each other, foreheads pressed together, every piece of our bodies fitting together. 

Charlie pulls me on top of him so he’s laying on the porch. “Thank God you said yes. I still had a niggling worry that you were going to leave me for Shepherd.” 

“Charlie Lastra!” I exclaim. “How dare you think for a second that I would pick the hot small town farmer over the overworked city executive who has no life because, and I quote, ‘There’s always something too good to read.’” 

He rolls us so I’m laying underneath him. “Well, when you put it that way…” He kisses me again, long and slow and deep, and fuck, I’m so gone for this man. 

I break away, laughing. “Holy shit. We’re going to get married.” 

“I know,” he says, smiling wickedly. “How early is too early to start telling people my wife is a hot, kick-ass editor whose books crack the New York Times bestselling list every time they release?” 

“Mmm, you can brag about me anytime you’d like.” I reach up to kiss him, twining my fingers through his hair. “Mr. Lastra-Stephens.” He nearly chokes, and I pull back, searching his eyes. “Sorry, I know we haven’t talked about names, but–” 

“Shut the fuck up. Of fucking course I’m going to take your name. Fuck the patriarchy and all that. It’s just–” he rolls his hips into mine and I groan. “Really fucking hot to hear you talk like that. Excuse me for reacting.” He kisses my forehead, my cheek, my neck, and then looks back up at me. “Mrs. Lastra-Stephens. Or Stephens-Lastra. Whichever. Whatever. I don’t fucking care.” 

“Lastra-Stephens,” I decide. “It’s alphabetical.” 

He groans. “You really are my perfect woman.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t get me a ring.” I tell him as he rolls off of me so I’m pressed up against his side, my head resting on his shoulder. We’re still on the porch.

He looks down at me, quizzical. “Did you want me to?” 

“No.  I just thought,” I shrug. “You’d think it was weird I wanted to pick it out myself.” 

“Nora. You forget how well I know you. You forget how similar we are. I would want to pick out a piece of jewelry I’m going to wear for the rest of my life, too.” He kisses my hair. “But for the record, I would’ve picked a really good ring.” 

“Oh, yeah? What would it have looked like?” 

“Expensive. Classic. Hot. I’d just find one that reminds me of you, honestly.” 

I laugh, press a kiss to his shoulder. “I’ll let you have input when we pick one in the city, then.” 

“Good.” He leans down to kiss me, then, and this time, there’s more intention behind it. His tongue brushes against mine, and then I’m on top of him, pressing him back into the porch.

He sits me up, still kissing me, and then breaks away to press his forehead to mine. “No offense Stephens, but I’m not having hot engagement sex with you on my parents’ cabin’s front porch.” 

I laugh, climb off of him, and pull him up. “So hot engagement sex is on the table inside?” 

He gives me one of his Charlie looks then, one that tells me that obviously hot engagement sex is on the table inside. He unlocks the door as I press kisses down his neck. “Nora.” 

I smirk. “Charlie.” 

He has me up against the door the second it closes behind us, and then I’m tugging him upstairs. We tumble onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, Charlie on top and me underneath. He kisses me hard, presses me into the mattress, pulls my shirt up and tugs my pants off. When he stands up to take his own clothes off, I sit up on my elbows, looking at him. 

“What, Stephens? Regretting your decision already?” 

“You are,” I say, “ridiculously hot.” 

The corner of his mouth ticks up. “I love you too, Nora.” 

Then he’s on top of me again, taking off my underwear, pressing his mouth to me, making me gasp and arch underneath him until I’m coming. He crawls back up me so we’re face to face. “Good?” he asks. I nod. “Keep going?” I nod again, and then he’s pressing inside of me, gasping, until we’re pressed together as tightly as we can be. 

“Fuck, Nora,” Charlie rasps, dropping his head to my shoulder. “We get to do this forever.” 

“I know,” I tell him, flipping us so I’m on top. “Aren’t you glad you got such a good catch?”

“Jesus–fuck–I just can’t believe all my wildest fantasies came true.” 

I hum in agreement and start to move, my stomach already tightening with the anticipation of what’s to come. He only lets me stay in control for a minute, and then rolls me back over to fuck into me slow and deep. I moan, and then I’m coming, clenching down around him, and I can feel him come, too. We stay locked together for what feels like hours before he pulls out and tugs me into his side. 

“Hi,” I say, looking up at him. 

“Hi,” he says back. “Mrs. Lastra-Stephens.” 

I groan. “Fuck, you’re right, that is really attractive.” 

He laughs. “I know, right? It’s almost like it brings out the inner Bigfoot-esque possessiveness we all hold within us.” 

I shove at him, rolling away as I cackle. “You did not just bring Bigfoot into sex.” 

He pulls me back, kissing my left ring finger and then pressing a kiss to my lips. “Of course I did, Nora. Bigfoot is what got us into all of this in the first place.” 

I laugh, thinking of those first texts in Sunshine Falls, of everything that came after it. 

“Did our frolic end well enough for you to convince you not to publish Bigfoot erotica under my name?” 

“Mmm, I don’t know.” I roll to lay on top of him. “Getting engaged to the love of one’s life isn’t quite a momentous enough occasion for me.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Mmhmm.” 

“What if the love of one’s life did this?” He presses a finger into me, right where I need him, and I groan. 

“One might be able to be persuaded.” 

He keeps going, then, until I’m gasping and begging and telling him that of course I won’t publish anything under his name, and then he’s back inside of me, moving until we both tumble over the edge. 

Afterward, we sit on the bed and plan our wedding. We’ll have it in the city, and I already know how I’ll ask them to rearrange Freeman’s Books so we can have our ceremony there, amongst the books that kept me alive, the books that brought us together. We’ll go to our favorite restaurant afterwards, and drink and eat and dance all night. We’ll only invite our immediate family; who else do we need besides Libby and Brendan, Sally and Clint and Carina? I’ll wear a simple dress: long, white, and in Charlie’s words, really fucking hot. He’ll wear the suit that’s already a part of his wardrobe. God forbid he buy new clothes to only wear them once. Our rings will be gold, and they won’t be flashy. Neither of us are trying to prove how much we love each other or how rich we are with these rings. After, we’ll go back to our perfect apartment, and have romantic, dreamy, slow sex. We’ll wake up each morning after that belonging to each other a little more than we did the day before, intertwining our lives until we’re able to live our ending forever. There will never be kids, but there might be a cat. There will always be fights, and there will always be peace after that. There will be love and trust and respect, and I’ve never been so grateful for this man sitting beside me than I do in that moment. 

“I love you,” I tell him for what must be the tenth time tonight, as we’re starting to fall asleep.  

He tugs me into a hug. “I don’t think we could have written a better ending.” 

“No,” I agree, “we couldn’t have. It’s too real to be written.” 

Charlie hums in agreement, and we fall asleep like that, my head on his shoulder, one of his legs in between mine, my hand on his chest, his hand covering mine. It’s perfect. It’s better than anything I could have thought up. 

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Yay!! thank you so much for reading! Likes, reblogs, and comments and constrictive criticism is always welcome. My asks are open: let me know what you want me to write!!

#book lovers #emily henry #charlie lastra #nora stephens #nora x charlie #book lovers fic #book lovers emily henry #nora x charlie fic #can you tell I'm scared to post this #please don't be mean

[queenrosethornsblog]

What if..........

I made a "welcome home" parody? It would just be comics I'd post here on Tumblr. Thoughts?

And I'll give you the general ideas I have for the characters....

Savanna schoolhouse

The bright and energetic host she is a everything's teacher! (A made up position) and she likes to help her friends and students learn about all kinds of things! Counting, spelling and being a good neighbor! With the help of her big book of words! ( Yes she would be more focused on words but 🤫)

Amber spotlight

She runs the near by theater she is an eccentric and very cheerful person she is always dress to impress! Not much is known about her (which is surprising since she loves talking about herself) but when you ask her about her family all she will say is "my grandparents are doing well" and will not elaborate any further...

Bella library

Bella library is the young librarian of the library next to the school. Those she is young she is the most wise person in the show! She is always there to help everyone understand the things in life that are a little more complicated. She a hopeless romantic but she doesn't like to have her head in the clouds for long. She can be very strict especially about rules and manners.

Tala evergreen

Mrs Tala is the florist of the flower shop! She is very kind and all the neighborhood children love her! She makes the most beautiful bouquets and they never seem to wither when she takes care of them..... almost like magic!

Marie monarch

She is the new teacher in school and a coworker of Savanna's! She is very clumsy and not the best at talking to people but she is very passionate about teaching and her class love her dearly

And her are some minor side characters

The baker and his wife

He is known for having the best bakery in town! His wife is a homemaker but loves to help out with anything when she has the time! They love each other dearly and are never seen to far apart

The grocery store owner

He is friendly and is quite polite....but he doesn't like the Baker all that much....he says that "sweets aren't good for you" while the Baker says "it's good for your soul!" And the two argue like this a lot and it doesn't help that the bakery is right next to the grocery store

So yeah...Sorry if this is all over the place and if there are spelling errors it's 1:30 in the morning when I'm writing this and I just wanted to tell this idea too everyone! And if you are reading this give it a rebloog if you want me to expand on the idea! Anyway thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/night 😊

#welcome home #thoughts

[teabiscs]

hello let me offer additional headcanons

tala is the only blitzkreig boy to not have any piercings. because he is scared of needles. lots of medical trauma from the abbey. I could see him way later on maybe in his 40s deciding enough is enough. He’s getting his ears pierced. He only gets one done and taps out, but they’re all so proud of him.

Bryan has a praise kink, I will not elaborate further. Also him wearing a hoodie that’s says I’m a good boy (kai bought it as a joke, bryan wears it unironically)

spencer is the most well read out of all of them. also he can speak french.

ivan is the most mechanically and technologically inclined of them. He may not be the strongest but when spencer or bryan is a shout away there’s nothing they can’t fix.

when spencer and Bryan go to the gym, spencer purposefully lifts lighter, because he knows how competitive bryan is. And that Bryan will hurt himself if he lifts as heavy as spencer can (and Bryan’s like idgi we lift the same how is he bigger than me!!! [he’s protecting you bby])

Spencer gets a tattoo over his heart for the boys. It’s super sappy and nice. And he makes a speech that it’s for them because they’ll always be first in his heart and he wants to keep them close to what matters. They all mock him (he knows they don’t mean it), but none of them will admit it made them cry. (No design but it incorporates all of them in someway. Probs with the bitbeasts and other keys elements of them)

Tala will only let Bryan or spencer cut his hair. He doesn’t trust anyone else with scissor that close to him (he doesn’t trust Ivan because the one time Tala let him do it, he messed up so bad tala’s hair ended up way shorter than it’s ever been)

Ivan is a catalyst to Bryan’s menace behavior. He’s very good at planting seeds of ideas into bryan and then acts innocent like idk why he did that.

Adult Ivan is tall and lanky. He was never a fan of the gym. And while he loves blading he’s the first to find a new hobby over it. He builds, he tinkers, he creates. He’s really good with his hands. He’s also really into astronomy. He builds a telescope out of junk parts. He gets into astrophotographer y

Tala is very quick to anger (redheads right? He’s working on it) but he’s also the leader that everyone dolefully follows. However when there’s a hiccup and an obvious impending problem, Tala takes the backseat and lets Spencer handle things. He’s calm and cool and collected. He’s also intimidating with his height and width. He’s the most level headed, but also the sweetest. He on the outside could easily be a leader but he lets people walk all over him. (Thanks Tala and Bryan for advocating for him.)

It takes all of them a long time adjusting from having nothing in the abbey to having every thing they could ask for. After BEGA and all that. They got a settlement from Russia for their time in the abbey. As well as money for their performance in the event. Sponsors. They’re very comfortable now. (It still gives them anxiety that this could all come crashing down but lots of therapy)

They’ve all 100% broken it off with a partner, if the partner dissed their found family. “It’s weird how close you all are” BYE. Spencer has broken up with someone who tried to get him to move out too quickly. He’s like “they can not survive without me. You can move in tho.” They take in to consideration the others opinion on their partners. (Except for the time that Bryan’s obsessed with astrology and tells spencer that he thinks the girl isn’t going to work out bc she’s a Scorpio. And spencer you’re a Sagittarius, a fire sign. She’s a water sign. She will extinguishs you. I don’t approve [they don’t work out anyway, but])

#beyblade headcanons #ramblings #beyblade #some more borgbois headcanons bc i love them.

[moonandblossoms]

😑 + 💘 for the shipping asks!

😑 : ship that you're indifferent to

Pretty much pedophilic ships. Shipping children with adults, sometimes shipping children with their parents, shipping cousins, and siblings. Just no.

I also don't like mutli-shipping Sakura with so many characters, like Madara, Kakashi, Obito, Indra, Itachi, etc. I only ship her with Sasuke and sometimes (barely) with Rock Lee. I just can't imagine her as a shipping tool. I am neutral towards NaruSaku, but that's about it. I am indifferent to all her mutli-shipping stuff except SasuSaku. As I said about cousin ships, I am indifferent to NejiHina as well. Eww.

I don't get the Ulquoirra and Orihime ship too... I guess her and Uryu are better, but I ship her and Ichigo.

💘 : ship that is unpopular but you still like

Ah man, long list.

Almost the majority of my Beyblade ships, except Kai/Takao, Takao/Hiromi, and Rei/Mao. I guess these ships are pretty popular in the Beyblade fandom, but the rest aren't much in comparison.

Kane/Salima and Kai/Julia are ultimately my favorites, but they aren't that popular either. I think, at least the former is drastically underrated because people don't pay attention to their bond. The series practically wanked them during episodes 25, 26, and 27 of V-Force and I still can't forget them! As for Kai, I don't imagine him with many girls, but to my eyes, Julia might be the suitable girl as she has something distinct from other girls that Kai might like. She also sounds mature.

Apart from them, ships like Max/Emily, Miguel/Mathilda, and Kenny/Ming Ming are shipped by me. I like Tala/Queen and Bryan with the Regina girl (in rising).

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I love Yuji with the Yuko girl (as of yet, she hasn't appeared in anime). I am not sure if you've read the JJK manga, hence I don't want to tell you so much about them. I too like Geto and Shoko, but I am happy to see them getting popular day by day!

Well, I think most of my OTPs from other fandoms are quite popular, I guess?

Ask game.

#// ask nika #beyblade #naruto #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #SORRY FOR THE LONG POST AGAIN 😭😭💀

[missshezz]

I joked with @caerulea-divilu that I’d start this Scorp!talk off with “for kriff’s sake, Dickney” but didn’t realize how utterly appropriate it be until I watched episode 3 of Kenobi.

Seriously, Dickney, what the kriff?

Do you read the posts on Twitter asking how much worse it can get and literally go, “hold our Corellian ale?”

So, since this will contain spoilers, I will say now, scroll on by…

….

….

….

Okay, you were warned,

Our first glimpse of Darth Vader has him talking with Reva and essentially guaranteeing her a promotion if she delivers Kenobi to him.

Seriously?

You don’t question how your Grand Inquisitor ends up “incapacitated” (because we totes don’t touch on him being dead or what at all) while your other inquisitor (the one considered the lowliest of the lot) somehow gets away unscathed?

Nah, doesn’t make Darth “I choke people for the sheer eopie of it” Vader look incredibly gullible or anything! It’s totes fine! Cause Reva survived and will deliver what he wants as promised!

Cheap way of promoting her to the lead position without her having to do a damn thing to actually earn it.

But nah this is great writing, folks!

Who else knew the “mole” was going to sell out Obi and Leia? Called it soon as Leia flagged him down. Now, I know people are totes in love with Leia and her dynamic with Obi (which has good seconds) but it’s not cute in the long scheme of things. She’s another device being used to emasculate Kenobi (same as the other females in the show). Don’t give me the “she’s a Princess, she’s used to commanding people” spiel. It’s not going to track with me. Her character is being used to nerf Obi-Wan and her own brother, even.

Why?

Because Kathleen Kennedy is going to shove this Force is Female poodoo down our throats at any and all costs.

Look, let me clear, Obi-Wan struggling with connecting to the Force because he has done his best not to rely on the Force works… to a point.

He didn’t develop dementia while in exile.

He hasn’t forgotten how to think.

This made him look like a dementia’d old man needing a ten-year-old to do all their thinking.

Him not doing a “we aren’t the people you’re looking for” was honesty lame but okay, we’ll roll with it (since Dickney’s given us no choice).

Also, Obi-Wan shooting the box to lower the lasers rails instead of going around it was also scene chewing for the sake of getting other troopers there to confront him.

Oh, look, the actress who plays Tala was also in Rome! I liked her in that show and I liked her here (even though her intro was a bit contrived and lacked any sort of real suspense).

Their interaction and the name drop of Quinlan Vos didn’t bother me. Tala was a nice way to foreshadow how the Rebellion is operating behind the scenes with a network of spies (of which Bail and Ashoka are involved but we needed to get Obi off Tatooine to truly neuter him…)

Vader wrecking the town didn’t overly bother me because I am choosing to see it as his way of luring out Obi-Wan. There is calculation here on his part. He knows Obi-Wan. He knows he will want to help. To stop him.

He just doesn’t realize his former master is also a shell of the man he once was.

He’s expecting Master Kenobi.

He (and we) gets Ben, instead.

That duel… *sigh*

It was just… not good.

There was no intensity, no emotion, no real drama here. No, they’re not episode 3 level but they’re capable of delivering hard, impactful lines. You have James Earl karkin Jones and Ewan MckriffinGregor here and these are the best lines you can write for them?!?

The camera shots in this scene were also terrible, the sound effects worse than those found in a beginning fan made film, and the lighting atrocious. Look, I get what they were going for, the play between light and dark, how both are lost in the darkness but it just came off badly. $25 million an episode and this is the best we get?

No.

Just no.

The only cool moment in this was Anakin burning Obi-Wan. However, as cool as it was, there’s still flaws to it (and Obi-Wan getting rescued again by a female isn’t my largest complaint). Obi-Wan just accepts being burned alive? No Qui-Gon voiceover telling him to get up? Use the Force? No, we’re just going to accept being immolated because… reasons.

Okay…

Once Tala shows up to rescue Obi-Wan, Vader just stands there and watches as a slow-ass droid carries him off.

WTF?

Seriously?

Are we supposed to accept he suddenly decided to let his old master go after seconds before trying to immolate him?

Ah but the best part of this episode (*sarcasm*) is Reva Knows Everything has easily found the hidden bunker and tunnel that Tala a few scenes before said was used to ferry out other Jedi without any incidents! Better still, she gets to the end of the tunnel before Leia (who has been running this tunnel the whole time) and kills the pilot.

Suspension of belief… zero.

Folks, this episode was a complete mess. Consoomers and the whumpies are the only ones praising it because the first doesn’t care about quality writing and the other is only focused on the whump. I am an emotional whumper. I love seeing Obi struggling and dealing with issues. The burn scene tripped off my whumperflies. However, I am also a writer. Maybe not a good one by the standards of the folks here on Tumblr but I am one. I know what constitutes a good story.

This isn’t one.

Simply, Kenobi should be better.

We deserve better.

Period.

#scorp!talk #kenobi series #Kenobi #kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi #darth vader #anakin vs obi wan #not the duel we deserved #Star Wars #animated gif #flashing gif #gifs #ewan mcgregor #hayden christensen #james earl jones #and that was the best we got?

[luna-maria-kalilin]

// Beyblade OC//

//TW!!: Eating Disorder, bullying and Selfharm!!//

//All this pictures made on piccrew//

//I've changed parts of character stories, please don't be mad at me.//

Yuna Maria Granger (Yuna Kinomiya)

Birthday: March 21

Family: Tyson Granger/Takao Kinomiya(Twin brother), Ryu Granger(Grandfather), Hiro Granger/Hitoshi Kinomiya(Elder Brother),Tatsuya Kinomiya(Father), Mary Granger (mother -i can't find her japanese Name)

Friends: Tala Ivanov/Yuri Ivanov, Spencer/Sergei, Bryan Kuznetkov/Boris Kuznetkov, Ray Kon, Max Tate/Max Mizuhara, Kenny Saien, Mariah/Chou Mao, Emily

About her: Yuna, Tyson's/ Takao's twin sister, is shy and outgoing at first. She has green eyes and black hair that she dyes red. Since they have known one another since they were little and Tala/Yuri has lived with his mother in Beycity since he was five, Yuna only has Tala/Yuri as her best friend at the beginning of the story. Yuna and Tala/Yuri correspond via letters over the years after he and his mother are forced to return to Russia (this concept has been in this form for a very, very long time). (Sorry, I never really read the manga in its whole.) Yuna began learning Russian at the age of six, and by the time Tala/yuri had to return to Russia, she had mastered the language. She experienced bullying and oblivion from her classmates while attending elementary school alone. She enrolls in middle school alongside Kai in a class, and they both fell in love. Yuna was unaware that Kai had also developed feelings for her. Both parties held back their love for each other for a very long period. They were required to participate in two groups one day. The teacher put Yuna and Kai in a group, which annoyed the other girls in the class who saw Yuna as a loser. Yuna suffered daily bullying from the other girls, which led to the development of an eating disorder and self-harm. But this collaborative effort ensured that Kai and Yuna could speak at last. After that, because they liked each other, they continued to hang out. Tyson eventually received what he disliked, but he gradually came to terms with it.

Mini facts:

Yuna enjoys reading, especially literary works. She is passionate about the arts and enjoys painting.

Yuna desires to serve others by becoming a doctor.

One of the few things that Tyson and Yuna have in common is the keeping of mantids.

Kai like it when Yuna tinkers with these miniature works of art. She likes to prepare insects and display them in lovely pictures or arrangements.

Kai encouraged her to colour and shorten her hair. In general, Kai greatly aided her, and she gained confidence.

I've been thinking about this Beyblade story since I was 13 years old. I never recorded it or participated in any roleplay, but I still adore it today. Ask me what you want if you want me to tell you more about it.

#my oc shit #kai hiwatari #beyblade #beyblade g revolution #beyblade oc #tala ivanov #takao kinomiya

[brain-bumbler]

I think Dion did more than his fair share when it came to helping with the kids growing up. His parents were so busy keeping the CIRCUS running, that they just kind of... didn't notice that things got *easier* as time went on and they had more kids. It started small. He realized it was easier to feed Raz his bottle for the late night feedings than it was to try and wake up Mom Or Dad. Then he started picking up more and more as he got older and more kids came along until he was doing like 95% of child care and that's part of the reason he's SO awful in the game, because he's ANGRY and HURT and LASHING OUT because *how could Raz just leave them (him) behind like that?*

Yes, I agree!!!! *Give you a gold metal* I'm freaking out over how much I love this. It's perfect, I'm adopting it forever. Let me gush for way too long over the poor boy. It can be incredibly easy for busy parents to brush things on to the eldest's plate without even realizing. Augustus and Donna fall into the trap of "If things seem to be going fine then we're parenting right!" and "Raising children is easier than we thought, let's have more kids." Meanwhile Dion is the one doing Tala's hair, helping Frazie with her homeschooling, and making sure Raz brushes his teeth before bed. He bottle-fed those kids, changed probably half their diapers at least, dresses them in the morning and reads books to them when they get sick. It's become so normal no one, even him, really gets how much it is, how tired he is. When someone talks about "the kids" he's not included in that. He hasn't been for years. "Dion, did you make sure the kids washed up for dinner?" "Dion, did the kids eat lunch?" The kids and Dion, because Dion is not a kid anymore, he is a parent wearing a big brother costume. He adores his family and feels incredibly responsible for all of his siblings. When Raz says, "Dion's being a total jerk to me!" and Frazie says, "What else, is the sky blue?" Maybe Dion is particularly strict with Raz because he worries about him. His little brother is always sneaking away to do mentalist tricks and that scares Dion. No no no don't float those rocks, go practice with dad, sit down and read, do these chores, just stay safe dammit. And when Raz runs away, it's his worst nightmare come to life. His job is to keep the kids safe, to keep them happy, to keep the family together (no it isn't, or it shouldn't be) and he failed. Does Raz hate them that much? Hate him that much? And in the aftermath, his job is to comfort others. He doesn't expect or ask anyone to pay attention to him, to let him cry. He shoulders more work and swallows his feelings and acts pissy and unaffected. When they find Raz, he's so hurt and exhausted he says the most awful things he can think of. He clearly regrets it right after. He just wants his family to be together, and he feels like he's watching it fall apart. I love to imagine after the game ends Dion and Raz make up, maybe to the point where Raz decides Dion could use a "mental health check-up".... I am so sorry for the long post, I could talk about this all day haha, but oh my god thank you again!

#psychonauts 2 #dion aquato #im so sorry i have written too much to a simple ask #please forgive me #but also send more #me: wow I love dion #also me: hurt himmmm #maybe after the game when things come to a head #raz goes into Dion's mind and sees how much he worries and works #or someone getting to know the family notices #sasha or milla or gisu or hollis #give me brotherly bonding #give me parents apologizing for doing wrong by their kids #and most of all give them all therapy

[sunnyteea]

bumblebabies !!

buckle in everyone this got a little long!!

((just gonna reuse some old pics))

Yue (yoo-eh) is the first-born!! Her motif is all about moon imagery, and she’s loosely based off the goddess of the moon/combat/revolution Mayari from philippine mythology. Inherited Yang’s wild unruly hair which she kept short for most of her childhood for easy management, but learned to embrace it and grew it out when she got older.

She’s quite mild-mannered, friendly, and exceptionally perceptive— which plays into her semblance, which is enhanced perception. Kinda like Maria’s preflexes, but not exactly. She can make the choice to react, vs. maria’s semblance which seems more….automatic action?? reflexive, like she’s not thinking about it, while Yue can see the path leading to the outcome of say, a person or object’s movement before it happens, thus allowing her to react appropriately in the moment. This is a semblance that was triggered when she was a child taking her role of older sister very seriously. And while yes, it was to make sure she could protect her little sister from getting hurt…. It was also to protect others from her little sister and her pranking schemes. 

With a non-physical semblance, she’s somewhat of a weapons nut much like her Aunt Ruby. The bigger the better. It must also be a gun. She reads engineering manuals for fun and has definitely taken a microwave apart in curiosity to examine the pieces, as well as many different household appliances. Has probably also taken apart her moms’ weapons just cause she could. She carries a remarkable knowledge in dust thanks to her Aunt Weiss.

Tara (tah-rah) is about 2-3 younger than Yue, and is all about star imagery for her motif. She’s based off the mythological phillipine goddess of the stars Tala (who in turn is based off the hindu goddess Tara) and in different sources is either Mayari’s sister or daughter. Outwardly she’s the quieter, calmer of the Xiao Long-Belladonna kids. Do not be fooled— she is an agent of chaos. You’ve been warned.

She looks like a sweet little angel who could do no wrong… until you realize she’s the one who planted a self-destructing glitter bomb in the backseat of your car. That bucket of water that fell over your head when you opened a door?? Tara’s doing. Whoopee cushion when you sit down to eat breakfast? also tara. Anyone and everyone can be a target, and she’ll do it all with a calm smile on her face. tbh she’ll still have that smile when she’s caught. Her semblance is fire-based like Yang’s, able to generate balls of flame. Maybe they explode. Maybe they don’t. (i’m still working out the details lol)

Despite many of her pranks being foiled by her older sister when they were kids, she very much looks up to Yue, and does defer to her judgement and knowledge in uncertain situations.

RANDOM HCS AND TIDBITS:

Just in case y’all haven’t seen this post, Weiss loves the girls. One could argue she loves them more than Yang and Blake themselves. She absolutely spoils them rotten.

The bees use this against her to tease her lmao

both inherited the freckles

Yue’s aura color is yellow, Tara’s is purple but these are both subject to change

Yue makes a cameo in my sister @pugoata​’s bumbleby fic Banshee and its subsequent oneshot!! I am honored that she asked me if she could include her in her universe

In Banshee au Yue is also a banshee and Tara is a phooka!! 

Bc i can do what i want, the girls’ eyes also change color when they use their semblance, like Yang

Yue’s are deep red like Raven’s, Tara’s are pale red/reddish-pink like Qrow’s

Yue has a deep sense of justice like Blake does

Tara remembers everything and even if you think you’ve been forgiven, she will remember and get back at you anywhere from weeks to months later. Then you’ll be even

older Tara definitely has an undercut (the similarity to catradora baby finn from she-ra was completely coincidental and actually predates the first public art of them)

Idk yet what Yue’s weapon is aside from BIG but Tara’s may be bladed tonfa? I’m a sucker for dual wielding

That’s it for now, i can’t think of anything else!! If y’all have any questions or want to know more, shoot me an ask, my askbox is always open!

#rwby #bumbleby #rwbabies #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #thank u for coming to my tedtalk #this was very self-indulgent