#(i call him cassius in au stuff)

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message received from god go on holy mission to make people simp for the king

body craft usage = body type can be whatever you want. ideal for EVERY gay man

#isat #the king #king #isat king #p0key's art #cassius #(i call him cassius in au stuff)

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OH RIGHT MY ITERATION

Okay so these are just the concept info pages I made and these are not the final designs though, I’ve updated some designs A TON already

OKAY this iteration is called

TMNT 2032

and these pages are in order of when I made them so there’s no rhyme or reason.

This is Cassius Casey (Kirby) Jones, he’s the first person I designed for the AU and his design does not look like this at all anymore. He’s got Japanese heritage from one side of the fam and Mexican on the other. No real reason except I wanna push my Spanglish onto him. Also he’s gay.

This is April O’Neil, she’s the second person I designed but I never really thought her I through. She I guess has a possessed softball bat cause she’s a lesbian and the bat is a reference to Rise April. Her mother’s family is Indian and her dad’s is either Indian-American or African American. Like I said before, I haven’t thought her through much.

She handles the supplies for the Homatos and that’s really all I have, I should probly think her through more 😬

This is Raph, originally he was going to be a snapping turtle but I decided he’s actually going to be biologically related to his brothers with the turtle DNA. I haven’t thought too much about him but he does have romantic feelings for Mona Lisa when he meets her but I still need his personality-

Okay so here’s Mikey and he’s the one that I’ve HEAVILY changed—DRASTICALLY, if you will. I wasn’t even really in the right mindset to design him here so I am not at all proud of this design 😬

Yeah so he’s technically not the youngest I guess and also the drawing I did here was horrendous so uhhhhh let’s ignore this and we’ll have better content on him later.

Here’s Kassandra Karai Jones, I had SO MUCH fun designing her. She’s a super badass lesbian Foot clan royalty soldier. Also she’s Casey’s twin hehehehe I love that so much. I can’t wait to write her arcs and stuff but I’ll have you know right now that the girl is a DISASTER around attractive women.

This is Donnie!!!! He’s DEFINITELY up there with the Jones twins as one of the most fun characters to design, he’s so awesome I love drawing himmmm eeeeeeeeeeek!!!!

Okay so I made a mistake saying he has dual Bo-staffs, I just liked the way it looked with his design, but that’s incredibly impractical so that’s one of the first things I changed.

He’s the one character that I have his WHOLE personality fleshed out because I loved designing so much and he’s either a silly gay or a silly bisexual. I can’t tell you everything about him right now bc he’s still in the making and I wanna leave some room for content but he’s so much fun to draw and write!!!!

This is Jennikka! Did I mention she’s in here? Hehehehehehhehehehehhe well now I did. i am not getting involved into the making of the turtles because I spent DAYS working on that but I love it so much but ANYWAYS she’s here and she’s sapphic.

This is Venus!!! She’s so cuuteee eeeeeeek I love her she’s aroace and she’s also here. She has a deep connection with spritual energy and stuff much like Mikey from Rottmnt or I think the 2003 Venus as well? I haven’t gotten that far in the 2k3 show yet so I don’t know much abt her but I heard she has strong mystic connections or smth. I absolutely love her design and I hope you do too.

LEEOOOOOO!!!! I really have to show you guys the concept doodles of him sometime cause I love it so much.

I don’t have too much on him atm cause I finally got his design down like 4 days ago or smth like that, but I’ve decided he can’t stand up straight for the life of him and Donnie always yells at him for it. He’s a bit like Rise Leo I guess but just more smooth and more serious on his training like every other Leo. I had him down as a tattle-tale at firs but then I decided nah. Oh also he’s the medic

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Oh and I don’t think I mentioned but Donnie starts out as the leader cause he’s the oldest but eventually the title just moves liquidly through them until it lands on Leo. I had a little headcannon that I’ll never write down on paper but I keep up here that they be wingmen for each other when someone’s tryna impress a love interest they “hold” the leader title. See: Raph gets to be leader when they meet Mona Lisa.

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I have a few other designs down but not on info sheets, just on doodle pages and I’m not ready to reveal how much time I waste on this lmfao.

I have Splinter, Mona, most other Mutants and almost Draxum’s concept designs on paper. I’ll post info on the creation some other time but maybe not. Maybe I’ll keep it to myself.

All I’ll say abt it for now is that the turtle’s creations were all at the fault of Splinter being an absolute disaster of a bisexual.

(I do accept asks on this iteration and I really do wanna answer questions abt it pls ask me questions)

Omg it’s 12:30 in the morning I needa sleep 💀

#tmnt #tmnt doodles #tmnt iteration #my tmnt iteration #Tmnt 2032 #2032 #tmnt donnie #tmnt drawing #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt mikey #tmnt casey jones #tmnt kirby #tmnt karai #tmnt april #my tmnt au #tmnt splinter #tmnt draxum #tmnt mona lisa #tmnt jennika #tmnt venus #my art #my ask box is open #my art <3

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Tom/Hermione Blackmail AU 1

Sharing the first part of this here because I don’t have self-control, but I’m holding back from posting on AO3 until I’m ready to write it steadily. Onto the info/warnings. 

I don’t have a summary, sorry to tell you. But I’ve got tags, which will probably give you a pretty good idea of what this story is about. 

Tags: blackmail, co-workers, D/s elements, dub-con leaning more toward non-con depending how you feel about blackmail, degradation, humiliation. Most of these come out later on, but there’s a blanket warning. 

Now onto the dirty stuff. Admittedly, there is no real smut in the first part, but there is so much sexual tension. It’s about 3k so it’s under the line. It hasn’t been edited, so sorry for the typos. 

I would super love to hear what you think, whether that’s on the post, in my messages, or ask box! 

At approximately ten past one o’clock, the door to her office swung open. Hermione didn’t raise her head when the handle twisted, when the door knocked against the wall a fraction too loud. Instead, she gestured to the corner of her desk, the only free space and not by much. 

“Please leave it in the basket.”

“Do you always speak to the couriers so rudely?” The shadow fell over her desk, and Hermione grimaced before looking up. Tom Riddle peered down at her in the annoyingly irritating way only he had. As though he was sizing her up while simultaneously believing there was nothing to observe. “No need to answer. I’ve sat across from you in enough board meetings to know.”

Placing her quill back into the stand beside a newly opened jar of ink, Hermione folded her arms and gave no reaction. “Ha. How can I help you? Have you gotten lost? Your office is another two floors down, although your desire to be in the DMLE must have brought you here anyway. I hear Harry will be looking for a new secretary soon. Perhaps you’d be a good fit?”

Riddle narrowed his eyes, and his fingers clenched the parcels so roughly that they crinkled in his grip. “The funniest thing happened this morning. Somehow, your mail was delivered to me by mistake. A new courier,” he lamented. “I’m sure you can understand how easy it is to get turned around.” He was enjoying himself entirely too much.

And the slow grin stretching his lips couldn’t mean anything good. Immediately, Hermione’s stomach dropped and her palms grew sweaty. She leaned back in her chair, and rubbed them against her jeans beneath the desk. As she did, she felt his eyes follow the movement.

His lip curled at the sight of her muggle clothes. Riddle had always hated the casual attire that came with Saturdays, when dress code was lax.

“And you’ve come to return it to me, how kind of you.” She reached for them, but he lifted them higher until they would be out of her grasp even if she stood. “Hand over my mail, Riddle. I have work to finish and I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“I thought you lived at work.” There was an edge to his voice then. “Haven’t you fallen asleep in your office several times now? All Hermione Granger does is eat, sleep, and breathe her work.”

If she ever got her hands on her mail, she was going to smack him with the largest parcel. “Have you been watching me? Perhaps you’re a bit jealous that you were passed over for the position.” That did it.

His eyes sparked, and he slammed a hand down at the edge of her desk. Papers scattered, but she snorted at the vicious glint that had taken over his eyes. “You are undoubtedly the rudest witch to work in the Ministry. What are you rushing to get out of here for, Granger?”

Tom Riddle has called her by her surname since they were first years, and the timeless rivalry between their houses had snapped into place, never wavering. When they were fellow Heads, he had called her by her first name one time, and one time only. There had been liquor involved, and him holding her up while helping her back to the shared common room while hissing that this didn’t make them friends.

She hadn’t needed the reminder. Thing was, this memory was years in the past now and there was no sense in it now. The look on his face reminded her of it though. Crystal clear, as though it had happened last week.

“I’m meeting Harry and Ron.” Hermione waited for him to roll his eyes, but he didn’t. The grin he gave was all the more terrifying. So much that she felt it in her bones, the sense of dread that put her upside down. “We have plans for dinner, and I’d like to get this done. So, if you could just…”

He waved his hand and the door to her office swung shut. The lock turned into place, and the sound of it rattled through the room. “I’m afraid your they’ll have to wait a little longer.” Finally, he hands over a few of the parcels, save for one. His knuckles have turned white from his grip on it. And then Hermione saw that the top of it had been ripped open.

“Did you open my mail?” She shot out of her seat, now regretting that she’d kicked her shoes off the second she got in. Now if she rounded the desk to yell at him from an even closer distance—and it was tempting—he’d only laugh at her. “Riddle, that’s—”

“There was no name on it.” Riddle said slowly, and there was no missing that slow chuckle under his breath. “I had no idea who it was meant for, so of course I opened it. How else would I figure it out?”

“Fine,” slipped through gritted teeth. “Just hand it over and get out.”

Riddle shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. You see, I don’t think this” –he waves the heavy envelope— “was meant for you. It certainly concerns you, but it seems to me that someone is trying to ruin you.”

Her brows shot up, nearly taking a new home in her hairline. “Spare me the bloody dramatics, and give me my mail.”

He didn’t hand it over, but he pulled the contents from inside and let them fly across her desk.

A knot formed in her stomach, tying itself over and over again. They were all photos of herself in various states of undress—some of them showed her completely nude—and she recognized the hands on her in some as her Viktor’s. He must have kept them after they had broken up. “What the fuck—” Hermione began, but she struggled to take a proper breath. “You’ll hand these over immediately, Riddle.”

He clicked his tongue. “I think I’ll pass, actually.”

“Would you rather be arrested?” Hermione all but snarled it. She’d set them on fire, if it weren’t for the parchment under them. They’d catch fire just as well, but perhaps it would be worth it. A final resort, if Riddle didn’t come to his senses.

Gone was his former irritation, and all there was now was his amusement. He didn’t bother to hide it at all. “Unless you’d like for me to tell them how you blackmailed Cassius Parkinson into voting for your bill last summer…”

Her throat could have closed up with how she couldn’t breathe. I have no idea what you’re talking about. That was what she should have said, but it was nowhere near what fucking came out of her mouth. “How do you know about that?”

The photos were still staring up at her, and he was staring at them too much for her liking. She couldn’t recognize him anymore when he did, or that way his eyes darkened when they lingered. “I have quite a few acquaintances, Granger. His daughter was in our year, you must remember, and when Cassius is pissed, he likes to rant.”

“And I was his most recent topic.”

He shrugged. “A few weeks ago, you were. Now that I have not one, but two things I’m able to hold over that pretty little head of yours, I think you’ll be much more agreeable.”

Voices grew louder as footsteps sounded on the other side of the door, and Riddle came around her desk. Hermione took an involuntary step back, and hated the way he smiled when she did. “Why would you want that?”

He’d foregone his dress robes today, but she wished he hadn’t. The way his trousers fit him were even more distracting, and his sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms. Riddle leaned forward, placing a hand on her desk—on the photo, over her bare breasts—and smiled like he knew exactly where his palm had landed. “You’re a quick study, Granger. I think you’ll figure it out.”

She thought she already had with he way he was staring at her. “Please, just let me take the photos. I’ll give you money, or—”

“I don’t want your money.”

Hermione swallowed. “Then what do you want?”

“Right now,” He shifted his stance, and lifted his hand so he could drag his fingertip across the photo. “I want you to tell me why you took these photos and what’s happening in them. You can manage that surely, hmm?”

Her heartbeat was uneven in her chest, to the point that it hurt, and she couldn’t think of a way out of this. “Have you made copies?” The pleading in her voice was very much real, but she knew the answer before he said it.

“Of course.” He lifted his other hand, and brushed her hair over her shoulder. “Now, you know what you’re meant to do, don’t you?”

Hermione would like to snap at him, to yell for the Aurors—which there was no shortage of on this floor. But the truth of what she’s done would be enough to earn her termination, and her achievement of earning deputy department head sooner than anyone else would cease to matter. Not only that, but the legislation it had helped her pass would be called into question.

And he knew it.

“It was for my ex boyfriend’s birthday.” Hermione whispered. “I posed for him on our bed while he photographed me, and charmed the camera when we—”

His finger slid against the base of her throat, warm and coaxing. “Then this was your idea?”

She nodded, and did not lean into him.

She. Did. Not.

“Tell me about this one. And do a good job of it.” The threat was unmistakably clear, and she wished that it didn’t effect her in the way it did.

Fear swirled in the pit of her stomach, sick and vicious, but that wasn’t all. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, not willing to look at the feeling any closer. “I’m going to get you back for this.” Her voice was ragged, too breathy, and not enough anger.

It didn’t go unnoticed. “I’m sure you will. I’m rather looking forward to it, but I’ve asked you a question. You don’t want to keep me waiting, do you?”

In the photograph he’d pointed out, it was nearly only of her save for the hand on her neck, and the fingers wrapped around her throat. She looked past Viktor’s arm, swallowing, and looked at herself for a moment. “We’re having sex.”

Riddle shook his head.

“He’s fucking me.” Hermione said unevenly. “It was the second time that night.”

“He’s choking you.” Riddle’s voice was low, but not soft, and he curled a finger under her chin to lift her head. When she tried to turn away, his grip tightened and he forced her to look at him. “Was that for him, or for you?”

“For me.” Hermione swallowed tightly, and he watched her. “He never liked it.”

He let go of her jaw, and his fingers drifted lower. Riddle’s knuckles brushed against the front of her throat, and she thought he might try to recreate that photo. “I’m not going to choke you.” His voice softened when she flinched. “Why didn’t he like it?”

Why did he want to know? What difference could it make? From the way this had started and continued on, there was clearly one thing he was after. “If your plan is to blackmail me for sex, you should just get it over with.”

“I can assure you that I have no intentions of simply getting it over with, Granger.”

Of course he would want to drag this out—to savor it for as long as he could. Surely there was something she could find on him so she could turn the tables. It would mean that they would be in a hopefully constant stalemate, but there was no doubt that Tom Riddle was the sort of man that would keep going until he regained the upper hand.

Where would that leave her?

The only option for now was to play along, and to pretend there wasn’t a thrill that came with it.

“Viktor thought it felt like abusing me. He rarely ever choked me.”

“That’s a shame. And what of this one?” He pointed to another photo, but by the time she dragged her eyes back to him, she found that he’d hardly looked away from her.

She was on her back, and it’s a terribly explicit photograph. Hermione’s skin was flush, soft. Her breasts are exposed, and she can see herself in the moment reaching a hand between her thighs.

Her legs were spread, and her head was over the edge of the bed.

“I’m sucking his cock.” Her hands curled into fists.

“It’s impressive.” There were his fingers again, dropping to her shoulder where he nudged her jumper to the side. “You’ve taken him all the way down your throat.”

Under his thumb was a terrifying place to be. “He told me to play with my cunt. Viktor wanted to see me come while I sucked him off.”

He toyed with the hair at the nape of her neck. “Did you come all over your fingers?”

Hermione bit her lip, hard. “I—yes.”

“You’re holding back.” Riddle murmured, and the room grew smaller. There were footsteps on the other side of the door, and anyone could hear them if she weren’t comfortable. If anyone were to unlock the door and come in, the photos— A small sound escaped her when he shifted their stance. He pinned her against her own desk, and he grabbed her by the jaw again. “Tell me.”

“I squirted.”

His breath came out hard, uneven, and she swallowed. For a moment, she hadn’t thought that she should be afraid and yet, she couldn’t drum up an ounce of fear. “Sweet fucking Circe.” Riddle was pressed against her, and she felt him against her lower stomach. “Would you like to know which of these is my favorite?”

No. Absolutely fucking not. You’re a disgusting pervert.

Any of them would have been acceptable. By playing along with this part of his game, she was only being complacent. A dangerous thing to be when he would notice it. Thing was, she desperately wanted to know. Her stomach had turned over on itself, and she knew that she was wet. Hermione did not rub her thighs together, no matter how badly she needed the friction. He would have felt it.

It made her wonder what he would have done if she had.

“Yes.”

The grin he gave her was one she’d never seen. He leaned into her, his chest pressing against hers, and picked up a photo from her desk. “It’s this one,” As he said it, Riddle pushed it into her hands.

Out of all of them, she wasn’t sure this was the one she would have guessed to be his favorite. Perhaps the one where she’s spread out across the bed, her head on the pillows with her legs spread. “This one?” Hermione echoed. “Why?”

She was on her knees, still completely bare, and she’d pressed her chest forward. Hermione’s head was tilted up, her lips slightly parted. It’s not a tame photo—nothing she would ever want anyone else to see—but it’s nowhere near as revealing as the others.

“I want you on your knees for me.” Riddle groaned under his breath. “I want you staring up at me just like this.” He cupped her face, and ran his thumb across her lower lip, then slid it forward.

Hermione took his thumb in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it, hating how she’d done it.

“You’re going to be a perfect little slut for me, aren’t you?”

She whimpered.

“Oh, do you like that as well? Is that another thing he wouldn’t give you?”

It was, and Hermione nodded.

“What a fucking fool.” When he pulled his finger from her mouth, his fingers came to rest against her throat. He didn’t tighten them as he watched her. “I want to see you on your knees for me, wearing a collar while you take my cock down your throat.”

Hermione caved. She rubbed her thighs together, and gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white. “Riddle—”

“You’ll call me Tom from now on.” He cut her off.

“And if I don’t?” It sounded more like her.

He flexed his fingers. “I’m dying for you to act like a brat so I can punish you, Hermione.” Her name sounded too good on his tongue. “You’re going to be late.”  

Hermione’s head spun. She’d blow off her plans with Harry and Ron. The first thing she needed to do was to get home because she was positively fucking aching.

Riddle gathered the photos, sliding them back into the parcel and left it in the middle of her desk. “I’ll see you soon, Granger.” 

#mrsren #tomione #tom riddle jr #hermione granger #Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger #blackmail au #smut

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kam & solinh, fairytale au style

hey, did i ever chuck the 13-page bullet-point-style fairytale au i wrote once on here? no? well we’re fixing that. kam, solinh, draws from various fairytale tropes but is mostly a mix of “beauty and the beast” and “sleeping beauty”. so!

the sencens live in a small rural town on the edge of a cursed wood. they're like, the town's pet nobles. sometimes they get messages from the council. the town thinks they're cool as heck, because nobles! they never get nobility all the way out here- but no one actually knows why they chose to live here.

it's because lady gisela did some Bad Stuff, actually. or she tried, and failed, but without enough evidence to prove it the council couldn't do anything, and lord cassius had enough clout to prevent her from most of the consequences but, of course, they subsequently moved because, y'know. not a good idea to be in close proximity to power structures you definitely defied.

so, keefe, cassius, and gisela live in this small rural town. keefe, despite being popular (see: nobles!) has exactly one actual friend, and her name is sophie. they are friends mainly because sophie took one look at keefe and went "you're chaotic neutral, aren't you" and keefe went "oh thank god all these people think i'm lawful good where do i get some mischief in this town"

it's not perfect. sophie hates being stuck in a little orphanage of a little town and knows she’s going to be basically nothing when she comes of age, keefe is basically stuck with his family, who exemplify a power structure he hates and can’t seem to change, but y'know, they're happy. 

and then one night, when keefe is trying to turn sophie's hair purple, he sees his mother sneaking into the woods.

he leaves the hair dye and sneaks after her. in the woods, he sees lady gisela making some sort of deal with a demon- she offers it a vial of her son's blood and promises it sophie's life in exchange for power. (enough power to regain the sencens' influence and eventually take over the kingdom, with keefe as a puppet king, but keefe doesn't know that yet.)

so keefe, shocked by this, tries to run and reveals himself. lady gisela chases him and he flees, but he can't go to the town because sophie, so he's just crashing through the woods until he finds a castle, gets into it, slams the gates shut.

and then a voice behind him says "you really shouldn't have done that."

keefe screams. because it's a ghost! sort of a ghost. transparent enough to be a ghost.the ghost explains that now that he's here, he can't leave- the curse will keep him trapped. keefe's like, sure, what curse? and tries. he gets maybe three feet out before vines that definitely weren't there before crawl up from the forest and fling him bodily back into the castle.

"told you," the ghost says, then gestures to where keefe is now bleeding significantly, because thorns. "let's get those taken care of." 

the ghost informs him that the castle is his to explore and that it will provide for him, but he should really never ever go up the stairs. one because those floors aren't really maintained, but two because the stairs aren't maintained either, and they'll probably collapse and kill him. keefe asks if that's how the ghost died. the ghost glares. 

meanwhile- sophie hasn't seen keefe in three days. gisela says he's most likely exploring in the forest, what a shame, so dangerous, you know, but he's a hero at heart and he thinks he can save it and sophie thinks "nope, you know what, he's an idiot and i'm gonna go find that idiot"

so she goes into the forest, and she finds the castle, and she finds keefe, and keefe is like "sophie what the frick now you can't leave either"

sophie is . . . pretty chill about this, actually, because she didn't have much waiting for her in the town, but keefe is like "no this is actually a problem gisela is planning things and she's making deals and if you're here she can't fulfill them and i don't know what she's going to do, and also there are ghosts here"

"hi," says the ghost. 

keefe introduces the ghost as tam and they give sophie a rundown of the curse and what's going on. tam repeats the "don't trust the stairs" thing and keefe and sophie Look at each other, because keefe is now healed enough to attempt sneakery and now they can do it together.

they wait a few days, and then they try the stairs. they go to the basement first, because the basement stairs look more solid and there are fewer of them.in the basement, they find a pool, large and wide and still. for a moment, there's no sound, and sophie begins to walk towards it.

and then a monster bursts from the surface. 

"who invades this castle?"  it screams, and its voice shakes the stone.

sophie, who is soaking wet and terrified, puts her hands up and tries to back away, before tam rushes up behind her.

"they're villagers! they're just villagers." he glances over at sophie and keefe. "foolish, stupid villagers who got lost and found this place. they're harmless."

tam approaches the monster and they talk, tam in a whisper, and the monster in a gravelly voice, like ocean tides, that sophie can't make words out of. the monster backs off, and tam storms towards them. he grabs them and starts dragging them towards the stairs, and then he glares until they start moving up the stairs ahead of him.

"what was that thing?" keefe asks, as they approach the ground floor. 

"she," tam hisses, "is . . . the owner of this castle. she protects us." 

"from what? the curse keeps you here." 

no response. 

". . . is she responsible for the curse? because if she is-" 

"the curse protects us! from people like you! they would kill her, they killed me, and the curse keeps us safe. you were the ones stupid enough to come in!"

they walk the rest of the way in silence. when they get to the ground floor, tam says that they’ve already proven they won't listen to him if he tells them not to go to the tower, but he is asking them not to, as a basic kindness. 

they don't see tam for the next few days. both keefe and sophie feel bad, but it's sophie that first decides "you know what, i'm gonna go apologize to the monster." keefe responds with "look, you're right but tam got so angry last time. maybe this is a bad idea." they think for a moment, and then sophie's like "what if we write a letter?"

the castle provides for them, at least, so finding paper and ink isn't too hard. they write a letter and decide that sophie will deliver it.

sophie goes down with the letter and is planning to just leave it there but surprise! monster, who asks her what she's holding. sophie explains about the letter, the monster asks sophie to read it to her since, you know, claws and things make paper a Challenge. sophie feels painfully awkward but she does, and the monster thanks her and apologizes in turn for her reaction when they entered. as sophie leaves. she promises they'll find a way out, and leave the two alone. 

meanwhile, keefe, who is going a Little Bit Crazy here waiting for sophie, goes looking for tam. he finds tam, the two kind of- end up in a standoff for a bit, until keefe, who has no better ideas, asks if tam knows how to cook. tam does not- the castle has always provided for them. keefe takes tam into the kitchen and shows him how to make mallowmelt. neither of them are very good at it, and also tam sometimes phases through physical things, but they get a sort of mallowmelt that is a little burnt but still very sweet and very good. 

tam comes in the next day and tells sophie that "she wants to see you." there's only one other being in the whole castle, so sophie and tam go down to the basement. tam lingers, before sophie says it's okay, and then he lingers a little longer until the monster gives what's probably a nod.

"i'm not going to eat you," the monster says. she very well could- those fangs are proof enough- but. 

"i didn't think you were," sophie says.

the monster explains that the curse is magic, complicated, confusing magic, that even she doesn't understand, but if sophie wants to get out of it then she'll probably need what the monster knows.

sophie pauses. 

"i thought you cast it," she says. 

". . . yes, but i don't know how." "can it be broken?" 

"you're not breaking the curse," the monster says, and there's a snarl to her voice. 

"no, that's not what i meant, just- if you knew a way to break it maybe we could alter that to just- pause it temporarily? so keefe and i could leave?" 

"oh. no, i don't know how to break it." 

"okay," sophie says, and then she goes and gets paper and ink, and the monster tells her everything she knows.

when they're done, she looks at her pages of notes, and then she looks at the monster, but it doesn't feel right to keep calling her that. 

"do you have a name?" 

the monster pauses. and then she says, "linh. and you're sophie?" 

"i- yes. how did you know that?" 

linh gives what might be a laugh. 

"you said it in your letter." 

"oh. right." 

"sophie. it's a pretty name." 

"thank you," sophie says, and then, "so is linh." 

she does that sort-of laugh thing again. "i'll see you tomorrow, sophie." 

two days later, when keefe and sophie head into the kitchen, there is another plate of mallowmelt on the counter, and keefe does not know if that's the castle's doing or tam's (or if they're the same). it tastes a little weird, and keefe assumes, since tam can’t actually eat, he was guessing at the flavor, but it’s good. it feels like approval, too, which gives keefe the confidence to ask if tam knows how to make dye. he does.

they make dye. they also stain the kitchen, and keefe's hair, and for a moment keefe forgets that tam is non-corporeal and tries to put finely chopped cabbage in his hair. there's a moment of awkwardness, before keefe pouts about it not being fair and knows he's succeeded when tam laughs.

they get one of the squirrels that lives on the castle grounds and dye its fur multiple colors. the squirrel, to its credit, seems to be enjoying the whole thing. 

at some point, probably late one night, tam asks where he learned to do all this, and keefe tells him that he mostly uses it to play pranks on people, back in the town. 

"geez," tam says. "your parents let you get away with all that?" 

"ah," keefe says, "no. they don't. they're actually, uh . . . kind of terrible." 

there's a moment. 

"i'm sorry." 

"no, don't be. i mean, it's normal, right?" 

"no," tam says, vehemently. "it's not, and it shouldn't be." 

keefe looks at him. "were yours kind of terrible too?" 

". . . yeah.”

"i mean. you don't have to tell me, but what happened?" 

there's a pause, as tam looks at his hands. 

"i'm a twin. my sister was born first, by about five minutes, so she was technically crown princess, but she had . . . magic. a lot of it." 

"isn't that a good thing?" 

"she wasn't- it was a lot. and they never taught her how to control it, they just expected her to, and when she couldn't, they made me the heir. and i fought it, so they fought me, and eventually they sent us . . . here." 

"and then people attacked. and they killed you." keefe says, and tam nods. 

"i'm . . ." keefe looks for something better and doesn't find it. "sorry." 

"yeah, well. what happened to you?" 

"my dad hates me, and, uh, my mom tried to feed my blood to a demon." 

tam winces. "well. at least they can't get to us here?" 

"yeah," keefe says, and then he tilts his head back and looks up at the ceiling. "nobility, am i right?" 

"nobility," tam replies, and the air feels lighter.

so linh and sophie and tam and keefe just kinda! hang out in the castle together! and bond! and they work on fixing the curse so keefe and sophie can leave

there’s one conversation when they’re all working together where sophie brings up the concept of “true love”. It sounds silly to her, but there’s mentions in the text of it being really powerful magic.

“of course,” linh says. “all the best spells draw on love.”

“and all the worst,” tam adds.

for a moment, they just look at each other, and then linh sighs and turns back to sophie. she explains that while love is an extremely powerful magic, it is also one that tends to be uncontrollable. magic born out of love is extremely strong- it can overcome most other magical forces and constructions in the world, and there are stories about it performing what are essentially miracles- but it's not really the kind of thing where the outcome can be predicted. so, since both tam and linh are insistent that keefe and sophie not break the curse, it’s not a viable route. keefe and sophie agree, and they get back to work.

 also at some point in this they start a girls vs. boys prank war and they have fun and everything is fine for a little while

 but of course, you know, they keep talking, and keefe and sophie are starting to put it together. and at one point, when they're all down in the basement and it's quiet, sophie asks, "were you two siblings?" 

tam and linh look at her. 

"i just thought- if we want the best chance of getting keefe and i out, we need as much information as we can get. and we still don't know what happened to cause this curse." 

"we haven't been snooping," keefe says, quickly. "you've just said some stuff, and we just been thinking.”

linh looks at tam. tam takes a breath. "alright. come with me." 

 he leads them up the tower. they climb flights of stairs, before they are stopped by a thicket of thorns.

"oh, i didn't- i don't know if you can get through." 

but keefe steps up, and the thorns pull back, revealing a passage. 

"well," tam says, quietly. "that's new."

the passage leads to a room. in it is a single body, resting on a dais, surrounded by thorns. 

it's tam: the same clothes, same hair, same face. the only difference is the broken arrows, three of them, lodged in the body's still-breathing chest. 

"this is why you can't break the curse," tam says. 

"it's keeping you alive," sophie breathes. 

"barely." 

keefe takes a step closer to the body. 

"i thought you were a ghost," he says. 

"i am, really. but i'm not dead. just . . . sleeping."

 they leave the room and go back down to linh, and together linh and tam explain that when they were attacked and tam was killed, linh felt it. her magic exploded and twisted around the castle, creating the thorns and the lake. it saved tam's life, but it came at the cost of her body, turning her into what she is.

sophie and keefe leave tam, who clearly needs a little space, alone with linh. the next day, keefe makes mallowmelt and presents it to tam, who, while not necessarily able to eat it, smiles at him anyway.

they keep working, but now they're looking- or at least, sophie and keefe are looking- for two things: a way to get out and a way to heal tam. it's unlikely they'll find anything linh and tam haven’t, but they still try.

 but.

sophie has been missing for weeks now, and lady gisela, back in the village, still needs her and keefe. so she convinces the demon to give her enough power to find them, and she discovers the castle, and she creates a plan.

she goes to the leaders of the town, and in front of them, she starts to weep. apparently, her son has gone missing, and she knows where he's been taken- into the cursed wood, by the beast that lives in the castle. she produces a torn letter with a sketch of it, horribly monstrous, and she convinces the town to go into the woods and kill the beast.

the people of the village launch an attack, and linh and tam are unprepared and overwhelmed. they tell keefe and sophie to hide. 

"what are you going to do?" sophie asks. 

and linh rises out of the lake, water pouring off her in rivers. 

"fight," she says. 

"i'm not letting you go alone." 

linh looks at her for a long, long moment, before she bends her head to sophie. 

"then get on."

before keefe runs off with tam, he says, very quickly, "they're good people. not all of them. not my parents. but there are good people in the village."

 linh nods, and sophie dips with the movement. 

"we'll be careful. now go."

sophie and linh fight the mob, led by lord cassius. linh's strong, but in her current form her magic is weak, and there's too many of them- sophie keeps them off of linh as best she can, but they're just two people, linh hasn't fought in ages, and they're trying to pull their punches.

they hold them off for as long as they can, but it's not enough. they overwhelm linh. they pull sophie off her back, and lady gisela, who is smart, grabs her and holds a knife to her neck. 

"stop," she says. "or the girl dies." 

linh goes still. 

"linh, no," sophie begs, but she does not move, does not look away from sophie even as lord cassius lifts his sword and stabs into the soft flesh just behind her head.

 they take rope. they tie sophie to linh's body as she sobs. 

"spread out. search the castle. find my son, at any cost." 

"he's not yours," sophie cries, as the mob scatters. 

lord cassius looks at her, once, and then he turns away.

 keefe and tam, in the tower, hear the noises downstairs, the sudden silence that means nothing good. 

"do you know how to use a sword?" tam asks.

keefe nods. 

tam reaches into the darkness by the thorns and pulls out a sword, shadows curling off the edges. keefe stares, open-mouthed. 

"my sister wasn't the only one with magic," tam says, smiling, before he glances at his body. "i think- if i do too much, it'll break this, and kill me, but i can give you this." 

and just then, the thorns curl back as if burned, and lady gisela enters the room.

"keefe,” she says, reaching for him. “come back. stop this, come home with me. i did this for you, you know. i'll give you power. you'll be able to change the world. isn't that what you always wanted?" 

"i don't want anything from you," he says, and swings. 

keefe's good with a sword but he's never had to use it in combat before. and what's more, gisela trained him. gisela knows how he fights. and for all that he is in danger, he doesn't want to kill his mom. 

the sword is helping him, pushing force behind his strikes and blocking attacks with its wisps of shadow, but it's not enough to beat gisela. he manages to fight her to a standstill, sword pressed up against her shield of flickering power, but it's taking all keefe's strength to do that. 

"you'll see," gisela says, gathering power in her other hand. "i'll take you with me, and you'll do great things." 

keefe shakes his head, but there's nothing he can do to stop her. 

then he hears, "kiss me before i die, okay?" 

and just as gisela raises her hand, the sword explodes.

when the darkness fades, lady gisela is unconscious. the only sounds in the room are that of keefe's heavy breathing, and behind him, the rattling, raspy breaths of a dying body, on the dais behind him. 

keefe turns, and sees blood.

tam is back in his body. tam, who knew it would kill him, who did it anyway to keep keefe from his mother. 

kiss me before i die, okay? 

he wants tam to be awake for this. he wants to stumble over a confession, and he wants tam to shut him up, and he wants tam to kiss him back. but if this is all he gets, then. well. nothing’s fair. this is the least he can do. 

keefe leans in.

 sophie leans against linh's body. the water is cold but linh is still warm and she thinks of the last time they did this, when sophie fell asleep in the basement and linh curled around her to make her comfortable. she thinks of waking up to a smile that was all teeth and fangs and somehow, still soft and kind. she thinks of what she wanted to say, then. 

"i love you," she whispers, to someone who can't hear her anymore.

and linh's body begins to glow.

 up in the tower, keefe kisses tam, just once, quick and gentle. when he pulls away, tam's body is still, and keefe pretends he doesn't notice the tears that drip onto tam's face. 

but then something catches the corner of his eye, and he looks up. 

all around him, the thorns are blooming into dark purple roses, shining at the edges of their petals with a strange light. he looks to tam's chest, where the shafts of the arrows are growing, twisting together before they, too, burst into bloom, and dissipate into petals.

the blue glow around linh's body gets stronger, and brighter, until it hurts sophie's eyes, but she doesn't look away. around her, she hears, faintly, shouting, but it can't seem to reach her. the light twists, turns, and then the ropes go slack. in her arms is a girl, thin and pale, with waist-long black hair and torn clothes. 

her eyes blink open, grey-blue. she smiles, and sophie knows her, even without the teeth. 

"linh," she says. 

"i heard you." 

sophie reaches for her hand and laces their fingers together. linh looks at it in wonder, as if she's forgotten what it felt like, to have hands. 

"ready?" sophie asks. 

"always," linh says, and then, as the mob approaches, she raises her voice. "i am princess linh of exilium. this is my kingdom, and you are going to leave." 

sophie calls on all linh’s shown her about magic, on the glowing thing at the center of her chest, and together, they pull.

 the petals fall, gently, to tam's chest. the arrows are gone. so is the wound. 

"keefe?" says a shaky, familiar voice. 

he looks back. tam's eyes are open. 

"you idiot," he says. "you died." 

"you saved me," tam tells him, and keefe, helplessly, has no clever response to that. 

"i love you," he says, instead. 

"i love you too." 

and then the ground beneath them starts to rumble. keefe glances around them, worried, but tam laughs, once, bright and wondering. 

"that's my sister. that's linh. she's back."

 the lake washes through the castle. it sweeps up the villagers, the swords, the weapons. it washes into the tower and takes the dais and lady gisela with it. keefe scoops tam into his arms and they walk down, untouched by the raging current, as tam lifts a hand and starts to pull the last of the demon’s shadows from gisela and the villagers that pass them. they twist around each other, before dissipating into nothing but harmless wisps. 

sophie and linh are there, in the foyer, hands clasped at the center of it all, as the waters curl and turn around them. 

"can i kiss you?" sophie says, half breathless. 

and linh leans in, and in the center of a bright blue whirlpool, kisses her.

#if you read all of this i love you #thank you and i hope you enjoyed! #kotlc #kotlc au #sophie foster #linh song #keefe sencen #tam song #solinh #kam #fairytale au #this is- maybe the first au i EVER came up with for kotlc #i think i might have started posting about it a few years but it's changed substantially since then #but- it's done now. i've made it into something #proud of that #anyway hope you enjoyed!

[aro-throughyourchest]

LIES

Chapter 4

WORD COUNT: 1,300

First Chapter - Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

WARNINGS: None

INSINCERE AU (placeholder name?)

I wanted a nice break from the angst, sorry

You won’t see the others for the a few chapters... *cough*

Varian tugged at the guy’s leg, trying to drag him the long way but ALSO trying not to pull this person to where his leg popped. Varian brushed his hair out of his own face, trying to find out what to do. Just leave him here? That would probably-

He heard the guy groan and jumped. He was awake! He was about to turn and run, but the blond spotted him.

“Hey!”

Varian nervously stood there. He was going to die; he was GOING TO DIE- He watched as the blond shakily got up, and Varian gripped his bag and hard as he could. He would not hesitate to hit this guy in the head again. (OK, maybe he would hesitate a little.)

He placed a hand over the bump where Varian hit him over the head and winced. “OW! You...”

He looked between Varian and the bag and dramatically gasped, his nose scrunched up.

“YOU! YOU HIT ME OVER THE HEAD?! What is wrong with you?!”

Varian took a slightly defensive stance in case this guy wanted to pull anything and said, “Excuse me, you’re the idiot lurking around in the middle of the night!”

“Really? What are you doing out here?”

Varian hesitated and bit his lip. Couldn’t give that a straight answer. He shrugged and casually fiddled with his bag. “Just out here... Camping.”

Before a word could come out of the blond, Varian asked, “What are YOU doing out here?”

Hugo blinked and tried to brush off that question with his own lie, which Varian saw right through but didn’t comment.

“What’s your name anyway?”

The blond seemed to have thought about his own name before answering, “Viper.”

Varian’s nose wrinkled. Of all the names- Considering this idiot had to think up a lie, Varian held out a hand and combatted with his own lie, “Cassius.”

Hugo paused and scowled. “I’m sorry... CASSIUS? There’s no way in-“

“Please. You literally tried to call yourself, ‘Viper.’ Please don’t pretend ‘Cassius’ is worse than ‘Viper.’ You want a legitimate name from me, I expect you to do the same.”

The stranger tensed as if contemplating his choices, and gave in. “Fine, real names. That means you too.”

Varian wouldn’t want to trust anyone at the moment, not even with his name, but he was getting tired and just wanted to go back to sleep while trusting this stranger wasn’t out for blood.

Varian held out his hand again. “Alright..”

The stranger shook it. “Hugo.”

“Varian.”

The shorter retracted his hand and yawned. “OK, I should get back to my-“

Thunder sounded somewhere close by, and Varian groaned, rubbing his face. With the way his day was going, that rain was definitely headed his way. Hugo looked between the miserable boy and the storm, unsure of what to do. “There’s an inn a few miles down, you should probably head there.”

Varian slipped his bag onto his good arm and muttered, “I’ll go get my stuff.”

Hugo looked back up at the storm. “That’s probably gonna catch me too, so I’m gonna head to the inn with you.”

<•>

Did Hugo plan on paying for the inn? No, of course, he didn’t. Did he plan on pinning the money on this Varian kid? Maybe.

The raccoon on Varian’s shoulder glared at Hugo like it knew his plan. He wasn’t weirded out by the fact that Varian had a raccoon, he had a pet himself named...

Hugo stopped in his tracks and looked around frantically. Varian halted and turned around.

“Hold on; hold on- Where is he?”

Varian looked around and furrowed his brow. He asked, “What?”

“My mouse- My pet mouse, Cheese!”

Varian’s eyes widened.

“He must’ve fallen out of my pocket when SOMEONE knocked me out.”

Varian’s nose wrinkled, and Hugo turned on his heel, running. “I’m gonna go find him!”

Varian yelled after Hugo to slow down and chased after him. The blond skidded to a halt and immediately began to rush around.

Hugo looked around the forest, and Varian did the same. Varian heard a faint whirring noise and followed it. The noise traced to a single bush; Varian moved the branches and found a mouse. Or at least the vague silhouette of a mouse.

Hugo’s mouse?

“HUGO! I found your mouse!”

Hugo rushed over, and- Was that a smile? Varian couldn’t see under all these trees, but he was pretty sure that was a smile... Hugo picked up the tiny creature, and Varian finally got a look at it. Varian was utterly astonished by the fact it was MECHANICAL.

Within the few seconds Varian saw it, it appeared to be fully sentient, and it has little whiskers, a metallic tail, and ears too big for its head. It whirred, and you could hear the faint sound of gears turning within it. It looked utterly bewildered and kind of scared, and Hugo gave it a few pats on the head to comfort it.

Hugo slipped the little guy back into his shirt pocket, and Varian stared at him in awe. “You built that?”

Hugo cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, kind of- sorta- I mean-“

More thunder went off, louder this time, and Hugo pointed skyward, trying to change the subject. (In the least smooth way possible.) “We should go! Rain!”

He started to run away, and Varian groaned, running after him again. “YOU’RE GOING TO EXPLAIN TO ME HOW YOU BUILT THAT!” Ruddiger clearly did not think like that idea.

Hugo called back. “YEAH, SURE, WHATEVER! Hurry before the rain catches up!”

<•>

The rain caught up.

The inn clerk clearly didn’t expect to see two soaked teenagers burst down her door at 1:00 AM with a storm raging outside deliriously laughing, but she didn’t judge. Hugo muttered to himself and grabbed a handkerchief, (dry,) to make sure the water didn’t seep into Cheese’s gears in the back. Varian nervously asked, “How much for one night?”

“40 silva’,” said the woman. “It’ll be 80 if you’re paying him as well.”

Varian was taken aback and double-checked nervously, “F-Forty? Well, ma’am-“

Varian certainly did not have 40 silver coins. He tried to bargain with the lady, but she didn’t budge.

Hugo noticed and bit his cheek. He could totally leave this guy he met who clubbed him to flounder over there and just pretend he only had enough for himself but-

He looked outside at the rain and back at the lady. She didn’t look like the type to care whether or not you had the money and... He looked outside one more time as if weighing the options for the THIRD time today and groaned. He hated doing the right thing.

He took out a tiny bag of coins and dropped on the desk. “Oh, whaddya know, this should be enough to cover the two of us.”

The clerk glared and counted the pieces. Varian breathed a sigh of relief, and the clerk begrudgingly nodded. She handed them a key. “All rooms are full; you’ll have to board together.”

Varian and Hugo glared at each other but took the key. Varian picked up Ruddiger, and they headed up to their room angrily. Varian unlocked the door and placed Ruddiger down. Hugo did the same with Cheese.

Varian tried to twist out all the rain in his hair, and Hugo sat down on a chair.

“So, what were you actually doing outside by yourself?” Hugo asked. “No one camps by themselves while barely knowing how to set up a tent- HEY!”

Varian flicked spare rainwater at him. “Shut up.”

Hugo growled and waved his hand bitterly. “Fine. I’m gonna go dry off...”

He stomped off to the restroom, and Varian huffed. He couldn’t wait to never see this jerk again.

PHEW

#tangled #tangled the series #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian #ruddiger #hugo the human #fic #angst #Smiles of Lies AU

[ultralazycreatorfan]

Kotlc Actor/Actress Au... Heacaons...... Part 2.... yeah

- Stina Heck’s actress is really sweet but is also such a meme.

- She makes so many facial expressions.  You could honestly watch her all day and she probably wouldn’t make the exact same one twice.

- She’s also best friends with Dex’s actor.

- They get teased a lot for being ‘a thing’ but they constantly deny it with the “we’re just friends!!” line.

- The both of them have a lot of fun filming their fight scenes because they get really into it.

- Marella’s actress (much like Stina’s) will laugh at nearly everything, but she will also speak up if need be.

- You don’t get away with any sort of shit in her presence.

- Also she’s such a mom friend.  Her arms are always open and welcoming, however, again, do not be a dumbass.

- Oh and also she owns a pet snake.  It’s name is Lil’ Lushberry J. Doofinsmurts Jr. lll. (Lushberry for short)

- Lord Cassius’ actor makes too many dad jokes.

- He’s also oddly serious and it’s a weird mix, but it suits him.

- Alvar’s actor is kind of the same way, but with more seriousness.  One could say he’s more professional than everyone.

- Well... that is until it’s time for the interviews.  The audience (even though he’s a really nice guy) boos him because he plays the Bastard(TM)

- During those he’ll start fake crying and hiding or he’ll go full on Alvar Vacker Mode.

- Once Umber’s actress, while they were waiting for the first fight scene in Flashback to be called to action, started doing the whip and nae nae.

- Honestly, it was iconic and nobody can deny it.

- Kesler’s actor is Dex’s actor’s real dad and he also has a Irish accent.

- He and Juline’s actress are good friends from multiple other movies they’ve done together (hilariously they also normally play a couple).

- The triplets are all insane and related in real life.

- I mean, they don’t really even act.

- They just be themselves and it works perfectly.

- Somehow they hold the most bloopers of the background characters though.

- Jensi’s actor is missing out on a ton for pretty much the same reason’s as Dex’s actor - medical stuff.

- He’s an absolute sweetheart and is super quiet and pure and everyone loves him to pieces.

- Once he sent a photo of him with an NG tube in his nose, pretending like it was snot.  He was also ‘freaking out’ about it and even after 11 months everyone still sends photos of random things coming out of their nose pretending it’s snot and making a huge deal about it.

- He uses the platform he has to spread awareness about diseases/sicknesses/lots of health things that aren’t normally spoken about.

- He also breaks a ton of stereotypes and shows that it’s not weird to have certain medical needs and what not.

- Goal squad on set and off set: Keefe’s actor, Dex’s actor, Stina’s actress, Jensi’s actor, and Marella’s actress.

- They complain (mostly through a group chat) about their characters (who they call their “poor precious babies”) not getting enough screen time while Keefe’s actor, who is very much dating Tam’s actor, complains about having to be love sick over a girl - his good friend nonetheless.

- Of course they are all joking, but are they really?

- “YOU EMO SALT BUCKET” is an inside joke.

- Also, “O m GEE, Becky do the ma t h.”

- There is a video of Tam’s actor getting pushed around in one of those fancy hotel things that carry your luggage while looking very much dead and straight faced while Keefe’s actor pushes him around directing the camera to their room like one of the fancy hotel staff.

- “Ma’am, are you sure this is your luggage?  Well, alright then.  Right this way please.”

- Councilor Emery’s actor acts just like Councilor Emery with less authority....

- Bronte’s actor meanwhile is - yes, a grumpy middle aged man - but also such a pure and chill dude.

- Like, you’re intimidated at first, but then you get to know him and he just has a great personality.

- Alden’s actor is one of the many dads on set.

- But he’s the homework-helping dad primarily.  Also the “no reason to worry” dad.

- Yes, he has unironically adopted that saying.

- Della’s actress is a meme however only on the occasion.

- Either it’s professional (71% of the time) or meme (30% of the time).

- Yes you read that correctly.  Her words, not mine.

- She’s kind of like that way too relaxed and chill mom who almost acts more like a really cool aunt.

- Expensive queen, but doesn’t brag about it.

- Edaline’s actress is married to Grady’s actor in real life and it’s so wholesome.

- They really are parents and have a little toddler.  Her name is Ella.

- Grady’s actor can and has brake danced.

- Edaline’s actress bakes everyone cookies but also is like the adult version of Marella’s actress...

- WE STAN JOLIE’S ACTRESS IN THIS HOUSEHOLD.

- Has played the Titanic theme on the kazoo.  Has also played the Titanic theme on the violin.

- Also I’m sorry, but I can only imagine her with @silveny-dreams personality mixed with a bit of Joana Ceddia plus Bob Ross vibes.

- She bought everyone kazoos and Shannon was and wasn’t happy.

- Jolie’s actress is also a painter fight me.

- Fintan’s actor is actually just a really soft guy until the camera turns on.

- Then he is Fintan himself.

- Kenric’s actor is actually Kenric.  At all times.

- It’s kind of like the triplets - how there’s really no acting because it’s just his personality.

- Everyone loves him.

- It’s the same with Oralie’s actress only she hates the color pink...

- Yeah, she was not happy with Oralie’s house.

- It was too bright for her.

- But other than that she’s just this quiet, sort of shy, sweet thing that loves to feast upon cookies when Edaline’s actress brings them.

- Mr. Forkle’s actor is like a grumpy Santa Claus.

- It’s kind of really funny but also not.

- Everyone calls him Forkman.

I’m so sorry if this was a mess.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #tam song #linh song #sophie foster #marella redek #jensi babblos #kotlc jensi #dex dizznee #stina hecks #kotlc umber #fintan pyren #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #biana vacker #edaline ruewen #grady ruewen #jolie ruewen #kenric #oralie #kotlc au #kotlc actor/actress au

[siverwrites]

Yuletide 2020 Letter

AO3 - Siver

Thank you so much for taking this on! Here there are some general prompt details if you want them and if you already have some idea of your own, awesome. I can’t wait to see what you come up with.

In all cases, all listed characters do not have to be included.

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General DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, shipping (except those ships listed as liked or background canonical pairings), infidelity, explicit gore, modern mundane AUs (eg. coffee shop, college, high-school etc), perma-death of requested characters

Any gen combination of character tags within each fandom is cool. Heck, any crossover/fusion between any of these fandoms is welcome too, go nuts.

Ghost Trick

Alma

Jowd

Cabanela

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, infidelity, explicit gore, modern mundane AUs (eg. coffee shop, college, high-school etc), permanent death of requested characters (unless doing something during Alma being dead)

Alma/Jowd/Cabanela are the OT3 of my heart but I’m perfectly happy with gen fic for them too with bestest friend Cabanela to Alma/Jowd. I’m also happy to see something focused on only one of them here or two of them--I only ask that if there’s a ship situation between 2/3 here it’s a situation with no infidelity please. 

I’m a big fan of hurt/comfort and the more tenderness on the comfort end the better. However you can’t go wrong with pure fluff either.

That said I’m also a sucker for those five years of Jowd jail time and Cabanela’s 5 year solo mission or interactions with Pigeon Man (who is more than welcome; I love him too) during that final year, so anything exploring that is always welcome as is anything post Ch.9 which I can never get enough of.

On the OT3 front I’m always down for that initial get-together, but I’d also love to see the early days and basking in the feelings of ‘oh, this is happening’ and a very sparkly, very in-love Cabanela. Already well-established is also great. What do they do for fun? What’s a vacation look like? How does Jowd tease Cabanela mercilessly? How does Alma come out on top of the teasing game period?

I love the whole cast wholeheartedly, so if you need anyone else to make an appearance by all means throw them in.

The Legend of Heroes VII | Trails to Zero/Azure (Any)

Alex Dudley (LoH VII)

Elie MacDowell (LoH VII)

KeA (LoH VII)

Lloyd Bannings (LoH VII)

Randy Orlando (LoH VII)

Rixia Mao (LoH VII)

Sergei Lou (LoH VII)

Tio Plato (LoH VII)              

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, ships in general (except canonical background pairings & mentions eg. Cecil/Guy or past Sergei/Sonya), infidelity, explicit gore, modern mundane AUs (eg. coffee shop, college, high-school etc), permanent death of requested characters, spoilers for Cold Steel IV or Hajimari

Any gen combo of characters welcome here--as few or as many as you want.

I love the sheer amount of found family feels in this pair of games and in the SSS in particular but let’s face it Rixia and Dudley may as well be SSS members by this point too.

I love the idea of uncle Sergei to KeA. I’d love to see more KeA and Dudley interaction. I love Randy so much and very fond of the sibling kind of relationship formed with Tio. Tio’s love of Mishy is adorable. Elie needs more chances to shine--she’s skilled and knowledgeable and so well-connected; put it all to use! Lloyd is Dad and I love him dearly. We see plenty of Lloyd and Rixia but how about Rixia and anyone else here? Sergei and Dudley interactions are great and have the history. How about some time working together? How about some time off the job?

Send the SSS on a job. Or a big family trip. To Mishelam? Could they go to another country (Liberl perhaps? >.>)?

Trails in the Sky (Any)

Estelle Bright (Trails in the Sky)

Kevin Graham (Trails in the Sky)

Kloe Rinz | Klaudia von Auslese (Trails in the Sky)

Mueller Vander (Trails in the Sky)

Olivier Lenheim | Olivert Reise Arnor (Trails in the Sky)

Renne Hayworth (Trails in the Sky)

Ries Argent (Trails in the Sky)

Tita Russell (Trails in the Sky)

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage ships (adult and minor), ships in general except those listed as liked or background canonical ships (eg. Cassius/Lena mention), infidelity, explicit gore, modern mundane AUs (eg. coffee shop, college, high-school etc), permanent death of requested characters, spoilers for Cold Steel IV or Hajimari

Liked Ships: Estelle/Joshua, Kevin/Ries, Olivier/Mueller

Ries &/ Kevin: Anything in 3rd or after, pre-Ao no Kiseki, or after Ao no Kiseki. Give them some much needed soft times. Or could expand on a moment in Gehenna if you want to do something creepier, or really anything in Phantasma in particular or another Gralsritter mission.

Any combination of the Brights and those they adopt: Really feeling the family/found family vibes strongly with any combination of the Brights and Renne. Please give Renne some warmth, peace and happiness, or at least 2 out of 3.

Tita & Renne: Girl time! Bonding time! Give these girls some joy. Send them plushy shopping or engineering nerding. Send them both to hang out at the Bright home!

Olivert & Mueller, Olivert/Mueller: Being there for each other. I’m fond of the little things like how Mueller always calls him Olivier even in Erebonia when Olivert’s identity is known and public. Something on the Ark or in Phantasma? Address Olivier’s wishful thinking of staying there a little more? Final preparations before leaving Liberl?

I’ve grown very fond of the growing connection between Kloe and Olivier (working together in Crossbell!) and would love to see more of that, the start of this blooming allyship/friendship after Olivier’s identity is revealed?

Friendship and sister-like bonds between Kloe and Estelle. Estelle providing our crown princess with support?

Or try some unexpected combos! Ries and Tita? Mueller and Kloe? Olivier and Renne? etc.

Dragon Quest XI (Any)

Graig | Hendrik (Dragon Quest XI)

Marutina | Jade (Dragon Quest XI)

Rou | Rab (Dragon Quest XI)

Sylvia | Sylvando (Dragon Quest XI)           

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, shipping of any sort (reference to parents and other background canonical pairings are fine), explicit gore, modern mundane AUs (eg. coffee shop, college, high-school etc), permanent death of requested characters, any kind of focus on the Ogler’s Digest

I’m focusing more on two characters at a time here, but if you have a way to pull in three or all four, awesome. If you just want to focus on one of the characters here, also awesome.

Throwing Sylvando at anyone here is great. I love him and how bright and genuinely caring he is. I love his dynamic with Hendrik and always want more of them. Beyond fighting how else might they support each other? That said we don’t get to see much between Sylv and Rab and/or Jade and I’d love to see more of that too.

Jade and Rab are perfect for family feels. Exploring more of their time pre-game is cool. It’s a very different life from what either were used to. How do they adapt and grow together? Any moment in-game is great too. Or post-game helping each other out in Heliodor and rebuilding Dundrasil. Grandpa Rab and adopted granddaughter Jade just makes me happy.

Jade and Hendrik once knew each other. Hendrik’s a knight of her family. How do they reconnect? How does Hendrik adapt to Jade no longer being the little princess he once knew? How do they get along after the world is saved?

Rab and Hendrik have points of connection through both Carnelian and the fall of Dundrasil. Hendrik has also lost his homeland with the fall of Zwaardsrust. I’d like to see interactions between these two explored more.

#yuletide #yuletide 2020 #letters #letter

[hoe-for-ares]

AU in which Red Rising is just a futuristic roleplay held in a chat full of teenage boys...

l posted once about it, but never went in detail. I was getting bored, so I wanted to make a list of the boyos from the AU - the homies behind the characters they are playing, duh! I imagine them having a roleplay chat and a homie-talking chat, that is mostly a voice-call never-ending conversation that is occurring while they are also roleplaying. Internet homies, also!

Feel free to add more.

Darrow - played by a 16 y/o Scottish boy, a know-it-all-mf, with an extensive knowledge. *Big nerd, fanatic of Ender’s Game and Star Wars. *Where does this dude even fit so much Ancient Greek history? *‘’Wait, why would someone even spend their time reading this crap???’’ - the homies in the chat. *All his friends created big, powerful Gold personas to shame him Red persona, but then Darrow went really deep with it and created a whole storyline about inequality and slavery, all in a long shower session. *No one took him seriously, but Darrow was dead serious - and also no one, maybe aside of Roque and Nero, didn’t really care what the hell he was talking about, but they followed him anyway because it was about badass warriors conquering and torn mfs apart! *He keeps deleting and rewriting his phrases, correlates everything with history and art, making the roleplay to seem wayyyy too serious. *He is anxious as shit if he doesn’t GET THIS LINE RIGHT! 

Sevro - played by a 14 y/o east-european boy, because no one can nail ‘em swearing better than an east european. *Moved to US recently and doesn’t seem to fit in, it makes him to not have many real life friends and not feel welcomed anywhere he goes. *He and Cassius are at the same high school, but since Sevro is a little freshman goblin, Cassius doesn’t fw him and ignores him. *Thus, Sevro acts like he hates him in the group chat and roleplay, but he only really is hella intimidated by him.  *His dad is a super cool dude and joins the gang’s games and conversations as often as he can. *Sevro doesn’t like that his father is much more liked than him within the group. *Listens to rock as a way of living and sunk in heavy metal as a coping mechanism.  *Big and proud furry. Has an IG dedicated to his fursona. *Relationships?? BLEAH. They are for suckers.  *But he has a ‘secret’ thing for muscular, tall and intimidating video game girls. Denies his affinity, though.  *Gang acts like they believe him when he insists he doesn’t care about those kind of girls and no girls in general, but Tactus is not fooled so easily and taunts him a lot by creating Victra.  *Also plays Uncle Narol because he wanted the chance to be the father figure since the gang always sees him as a little boy and treat him as such.  *He recalls every hoggish thing he heard from his father for Uncle Narol’s role, but creates his own expressions for Sevro’s.  Tactus - a 16 y/o french boy, neighbor with Roque.  *His only type of humor is yo mama jokes. *Gang is tired of Tactus’s obsession with their mothers, but Tactus doesn’t lose any chance and always recalls their mama in conversation... it is odd sometimes.  *He might have some mommy-issues.  *Also plays Deanna as a way to parody off Darrow’s real life mother, but he really started to get attached to the character. *He lives with his brother’s, that are always mocking him and embarrassing him every time he is in a voice-call conversation.  *But Tactus ain’t having any of this and screams at them - auch. *’’CLOSE YOUR MICROPHONE, COCK-FACE! YOU ARE FUCKING MY EARDRUMS!’’ - Sevro *He kinda wants to cry when his brothers do this, but he acts all tough. Homies can sense the shaking in his voice, but they act as they don’t hear it so Tactus can think he succeeded into fooling them.  *His brothers always force him to drink as a way of theirs of entertaining.  *Most of the time, he stumbles and vomits, no matter how hard he tried to act as one of them. This is the pure comedy his brothers are talking about! *Once he succeeded into drinking a whole bottle of beer without puking. He is really proud of his achievement.  *Groupchat knows all about it.  Roque - played by a 16 y/o french boy.  *Has a funny accent. *Homies are always laughing at him because of his fuddy-duddy accent.  *Tactus, too, which makes Roque hella sad.  *He doesn’t show his sadness and acts unbothered and way too stoic for being hurt because of their stupid charade.  *He really is deeply infuriated.  *Crushing on Tactus 24/7, but won’t show it - only his character is suspiciously close to his’. *Like...always privately sticking to him.  *No one knows what is going on in his private chat with Tactus. What are they roleplaying about? Hmm...  *He is really worried about Tactus’ mental health and brings him over his house as often as he can.  *Has some blessed asf parents, always lenient and nice. Accepted Tactus as part of their own family since his is way too fucked up.  *Rich as shit.  *Talks as pompous as possible. *Always reading and subtly bragging about what smart things he read, by quoting long and complicated verses out of his ancient poetry, early edition books, wrapped in animal skin.  *Kinda jealous of Darrow’s extensive knowledge.  *He was the one who brought Adrius in the group chat... no one knows how the hell he met such a shady dude.  Cassius - played by a 17 y/o american boy. *Knows Sevro personally, but won’t really give a fuck about him.  *Kinda ignores him irl and in game, too.  *His brothers all have curly hair, but he doesn’t - so of course his character has the perfect, craved-by-God, golden curls! ‘’Fuck you, Mother nature! If you didn’t want to give me the curls, I gave them to me myself!’’ *Doesn’t really know how curly hair works - did his character just went into a dirty ass fight and is full of grim? Bruh, whatever! His hair still shines and bounces like a little angel in Heaven! *He is bisexual irl, too, but tries to hide it. *His character is embracing his bisexuality, but he surely ain’t bisexual! No, nope!  *Hides his affinity for boys by making no-homo jokes and calling dudes gay for showing the slightest closeness to him - dayum, he carves for it, but no one needs to know!  *Thinks Darrow is cute, but as a homie, ya know? *I mean, he is totally going on a no-homo trip with Darrow. *He always listens to him and carves to talk to him the most, ignoring the rest of the squad most of the time.  *Also, always asks Darrow to teach him about ancient stuff he won’t care about irl, but once Darrow talks about them...ugh, they become so interesting! He is such a cool bro, dude, he like...knows how to explain thing to his bro!  *Praises the shit out of Darrow. Always mentions him when he is gone. You know, as a good homie does!  *Tactus ain’t fooled by any of it and makes subtle and snarky commentaries about his behavior.  Fitchner - played by Sevro’s dad. *A cool mf. *Proudly laughing his ass off when he hears how creative his son is with his language. *He knows damn well he is his son’s inspiration - beyond proud of knowing he created a genius.  *Single father.  *Joins the boys chat pretty often.  *Fakes reading something next to Sevro so he can listen what the squad is talking about via voice-chat or to keep up with the events in their roleplay because it makes him to feel good and young.  *He taunts his son irl and in game.  *Sometimes Sevro feels humiliated by his father, so he leaves the chat and/or the roleplay. Fitchner always brings him back and promises him not to mix in their game again.  *Squad doesn’t want him to leave, so they beg him to stay every single time when Fitchner says he about to let them play alone. *He can’t resist and promises them that he will come every time when he has a little spare time. *Sometimes acts like he is really busy and can’t join, when he really only wants Sevro to spend his time with his only friends being unbothered or mad by his father’s presence.  *Squad made him to be Ares because they worship him and call him the leader of the chat.  Adrius - played by a 16 y/o british boy.  *Has the stereotypical unintelligible british accent.  *Roque brought him in the group, out of nowhere, long after the roleplay started.  *No one really knows what’s up with this weird ass dude.  *Is online 24/7, but rarely speaks - he is the dude always peeking at the corners and watching everyone talking.  *When he shows up, his character has complex, long monologues when everyone else, aside of Darrow and Roque, can barely spell.  *He doesn’t fw with anyone’s plans and wreck them completely, by popping out of nowhere and destroying everything.  *But squad kinda enjoys it because he creates a good amount of drama within their rp.  *He types hella fast, like dude would spend his entire time sending messages. *Doesn’t he, like, has any friends?  *He never socialize within the group chat, he only breaths in the voice call.  *Squad created an anti-Adrius chat without him, but keeps him in the roleplay because his weird ass plan-wrecking character is interesting.  *He is so mysterious, with his character and all, that he resembles a chocolate egg with surprises. You never know what to expect.  Nero - played by a 16 y/o american boy. *Brought by Cassius long before Adrius came.  *Squad accepted him, but he doesn’t really fw them. *He is pretty shy and wanted to quit the group chat, since he wasn’t really talking much.  *Also, first time when Cassius suggested him to join roleplaying, he declined.  *A big history fanatic, always researching about war and dictators, corruption and tyrants.  *He will mainsplain every single detail in the lives of the big bad guy’s of the history.  *He will also get all ruffled if you don’t know the exact date in which WW1 started - like, are you even paying attention in the class, Karen??  *Gets excited every time Netflix drops a documentary about WW2.  *Cassius brought him the chat because he wanted to obligate him talk about anything else, but sad, miserable historic facts.  *Also, asked him to join roleplaying so, instead of focusing on the history of amok dictators, he can fight against them in a cool, space-knight way! *Became interested in roleplaying after he heard about Darrow’s plotline, all about inequality and war, thus considering it will give him the chance of shining and playing an old good tyrant. *Cassius hated the shit out of the idea, but Darrow was in ecstasy hearing they will have a big bad guy.  *Didn’t really join in the first part of the roleplay due still being really shy and clumsy at it, only joining when Darrow asked him for the execution part, but once he got used to it...oh, boy!  *He once joked about Adrius being Nero irl in the anti-Adrius group chat. Roque told Adrius about it and he liked the idea so much, he decided to make his character Nero’s son! Roque was kicked out from the anti-Adrius group chat just after that, Mustang - played by Cassius. *Why? Well, Darrow kinda cute... *He is just kidding, duuuh! It’s not about Darrow. It’s about playing a beautiful,tough girl so he can ‘’sharpen’’ his homies!  *He is a senior, so he has experience with girls, duh! He can play a girl just fine and give them tips on how to handle one. *OOPS! Sike! You can’t handle Mustang! Nice one, Cassius.  *Forced Darrow to chase Mustang as a way to entertain himself.  *He felt his soul going uwu when Meaper was going on.  *Expresses his feelings through a cocky girl as a way of coping with his feelings. *Made Mustang Adrius’ sister as a way of flipping off Adrius and his plans, thinking Adrius will lose his shit when someone will disturb his perfectionist plans and monologues just as much as he does to others, but it just fueled Adrius’ weird imagination and fitted into his agenda way too perfectly.  *Now he regrets his decision since he is obligated to spend a little extra time around Adrius.  Victra - played by Tactus *Created her for two sole reason. *Fucking around with Sevro’s not-so-secret passion for dangerously muscular fictional woman that can step on him any time. *Flexing fictional muscles in front of the squad by creating a super-giant-titan-ninja-classy-monster-woman to kick their space-knight asses. Even his own, too, because is funny to see women kicking metallic asses of knights, duuh! *And maybe for fw Darrow a bit, by making Victra all flirt with his shy ass. So, let’s say...three reasons.  *He gathered extensive knowledge from all the girls he knows about what the hell a girl likes - had no idea ‘till then, but now he knows what girls prefers the most: slaughter.  Feel free to add!!!

#red rising #red rising fandom #red rising au #darrow au andromedus #darrow of lykos #sevro au bara #fitchner au barca #victra au julii #mustang #virginia au augustus #tactus au rath #ares #roque au fabii #cassius au bellona

[mlcibers]

AVAN JOGIA —— Well, if it isn’t CASSIUS MULCIBER, the SLYTHERIN superstar. For those of you who don’t know HIM, you can spot them sitting with the other SEVENTH years. Most people think that they’re UNDERSTATED and ADAPTIVE, but they can also seem pretty LISTLESS and DISSATISFIED. Sometimes people call them the HOLLOWED. Sure, they’re a PUREBLOOD, but that doesn’t define them.

your boi cassius has a pinterest board and a stats page!!

cassius was raised from a young age to believe in the power of his name, if nothing else. it was a poor belief system for a child, but he’d say he came out alright. not great; but then he’d longed forged a private belief that people weren’t capable of being great. sometimes he wondered if they were even all that capable of being good.

his father, lysander mulciber, wasn’t an altogether awful man. he was a politician, as known for his corruption as he was for his re-elections. if people came to him for favors, he’d hear them out, pull a few strings; it came at a price, but the people who knew enough to ask figured him fair in his pricing. he never asked for more than someone could give  ---  because he’d learned in his own childhood that there was more to be bargained for than money. trust, faith, loyalty, those were far more powerful things. he traded in those even more often than he traded in shady dealings.

he saved his cruelties for the closed-door happenings at the ministry, passing laws that hurt people, or made it easier too. but he presented a good, if slightly crooked, face for the mulciber name, and made sure his son could do the same.

he tried to be there for his son, but cassius could always tell that his father wasn’t the type of man cut out to be a father. he never let his inclination for cruelties bleed out on his son, but when cassius was a child he was raised by a string of nannies until his father came home for dinners marked by their stilted attempts at conversation.  

cassius wondered, sometimes, if lysander blamed his son for his wife dying in childbirth. if that was why the two were never close, despite trying on and off throughout the years to force that connection. it didn’t matter; lysander remarried, another young, pretty pureblood with a dead spouse and a child, and the two of them had a kid all their own, and while cassius was never his father’s best friend, he never felt like an outsider in their family.

besides. not being beloved didn’t mean much when cassius knew that no matter what, he’d always be his father’s pride and joy. he expected cassius to be a good man  ---  a good mulciber. he trusted his son, had faith in his son’s loyalty. those three things that mattered more than love in the mulciber household.

cassius had nothing against his father. nothing tangible. but he’d always wonder if the things wrong in his wiring were to blame on those first loveless years of his life. if maybe his father had been the kind of man who could be a father, if he’d be capable of being a half decent person. his half siblings and his step-mother’s child all seem better at being people than he is; even if none of them are quite as good at being mulcibers. for the most part, cassius would guess he’s fine with it. let his hands be bloodied, if they’re not good for much else.  

he thinks they’re good for plenty more, of course, but it’s never been his place to speak up. he likes writing, and figures he’d go mad if he didn’t spend time before sleeping each night emptying his head into the pages of a notebook. he guards that thing with his life, and sometimes thinks he’d be more willing to die for that ritual than anything his father told him to. but no matter how much he loves it, he can’t afford to. 

every single one of his actions was done through diligence. lysander wouldn’t have had it any other way, and somehow managed to drill that into cassius’ head when he was a child.

the thing was that cassius was smart, and had his talents, but he wished he didn’t. he’d always, always wished he didn’t. life would be easier if he were an idiot, or useless. if all he was good at was his dumb shit, his writing and his charm, he’d get passed over in a line-up. if he were dull or clumsy, his father’s ‘cause’ wouldn’t want him, and he’d be better off for it. and logically, he knows his father doesn’t love him any better for having those skills  --- what would he have to lose? only everything he’s ever known. 

he never wanted to call negative attention to himself, but he resented the positive attention he received anyway. it was hard for him to dumb himself down, so he didn’t, but resented what that brought him. he resented a lot of things, to be fair. 

lysander couldn’t bother bloodying his hands, and he cared for his wife too much to ask it of her children  ---  but cassius, he was lysander’s pride, his trust and belief and loyalty. he could ask anything of cassius, would ask anything of cassius, and never once think that his son would turn down his requests. when darker forces started brewing, he asked his son to take up some extracurricular studying. when bad things started happening, he asked his son to investigate the root cause  ...  always, always with the express implication that cassius would know to join, so long as he was smart about it.

cassius hated being smart about it, but he could never turn his brain off. he hated how good he was at dark things, hated that he didn’t care enough about the pain he caused to stop.

for all his resentments, he never directed them towards his dad. instead, he focused all that anguish on the true darkness in him. because if he were to be honest, he didn’t loathe every horrible act his father asked of him, didn’t feel sick at the thought of what awaited him outside of hogwarts. there was something to be said for the power of it, the seductive energy in what he was a part of  ---  something to be said for being seen as an asset by people other than his father.

that he didn’t find anything too abhorrent in his dangerous deeds made him guiltier than his actions did. that the guilt wasn’t enough to stop was even worse, sometimes. it itched under his skin in the moments he was alone with nothing but aimless guilt. so it was a good thing that cassius was good enough at keeping company around, too. he ever had to grapple with his demons if he never let them speak.

he knew that enough of his peers felt sickened at what was being done to people, what was being talked about being done. that he never fought too hard against the mantle he was born into was cassius’ choice, for the most part, and he’d made his peace with that. for the most part.  

cassius isn’t really happy with his lot in life, but he’s not unhappy enough to leave. he doesn’t care enough about the politics behind the brewing war to let that make up his mind, and he’s too good at being bad for him to ever wonder if he could be something else. a small part of him wants to want to be something else; that same part that wonders if his dad only pushes him into the war because he doesn’t love him.

some might say that he was just choosing the easiest lane, and, hey, maybe that was the truth. but he raised himself. he did what he could to keep his siblings out of his father’s machinations, no matter how right lysander thought he was. he ensured that he left no trace of having done wrong ( hell, he barely left a trace of being alive ), and ensured that no one had any reason to lodge a complaint against him. maybe he did the easy thing, made the simple hard choices. but he did with all of himself. he couldn’t afford anything else.

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he’s mostly a quiet guy in classes and stuff. he’s always been pretty smart and good at picking up skills quickly, and picking them up well. he could’ve been a ravenclaw, he thinks, but that hat didn’t take that much time to realize that with the way he’d been raised he had to be slytherin.

has a step sibling and some half siblings that i’m?? leaving open for anyone who wants to i guess!! it’d be an interesting connection given that he’s not at all close to his father but is pretty chill with his step mom

despite being pretty quiet and not speaking out a lot in his classes, he has a fair amount of friends, i’m thinking? he’s pretty ambivalent about the actual politics and morality debates behind the war and the death eaters, and mostly considers himself his father’s hired weapon. so he doesn’t tend to do anything malicious of his own will, and has no problem being friends with whoever’s around when they’re around. 

writes a lot, like a fucking nerd. takes really good notes, and doesn’t mind sharing them with people even though he’s a shit tutor

probably really good with animals because he likes that they have no expectations 

tbh i thought about making his label ‘THAT GUY’ because he probably is just that guy that everyone knows. not to be even a little bit confused with that guy that everyone likes  ---  even though he’s always really pleasantly surprised to be liked. it’s a pleasant surprise because i’m sure a fair number of people are put off by him and his empty charm and overall quiet demeanor. 

he’s eerily silent when he walks. if he were an animagus he’d be some kind of cat. 

being liked is absolutely the reason he’s chill with his dad grooming him for the death eaters. he gets more affection from the adult evils than he does from his father and it’s intoxicating for him. 

also let’s be real, cassius has never called his dad by anything but his first name.

let’s be realer, he doesn’t even know to hate his dad for what he’d been made into.

any attacks he’s been a part of on hogwarts grounds (or anywhere else, really) and any attacks he may come to commit were probably 100% his father’s idea. he’s still garbage though because he’s more put off about the fact that he’s good at torturing people than he is about like, the actual pain torturing causes them. even if he decides not to become a death eater in this magic au land it’s still not easy for him to be a good person? 

being a good person is just more work, and it’s never gotten him anything. if his dad admired volunteering and helping people, cassius would quietly do those. he doesn’t much give a shit what he’s doing so long as people like him for it, and rn all he knows is his dad and the other adult death eaters liking that he’s good at hurting people. 

if it helps though he sometimes wishes he were capable of feeling normal guilt. he doesn’t and it bothers him, because he doesn’t actively want to be fucked up

he still is, though. still is 

#novum:intro #this is???? probably my longest intro #idk

[misformarvel]

Aristocrat! AU P. 4

Summary: idk you’ve to read, lol. 

A/N: sorry for being a lazy fuck and take so long to write this and for making it so short. I’m not having the best of days so maybe I’ll take a break from writing this, or anything really. Is not definitive but I need a pause. 

Warnings: I’m not sure, this is weird. Maybe there’s some cursing, as usual. 

 - “I’m not sure how it happened but I fell in love with Y/N mother. And I don’ feel comfortable knowing this is part of his plans to become even more powerful. I don’t want to be involved with it anymore”.

- “I’m glad your marriage with Y/N doesn’t represent a heavy load for you anymore, she’s a good person”. She talked to me again but her tone remained distant and cold. 

- “You’re not going to help me with this? Not even for her, she cares about you. You’re like a mother to her for god's sake”. 

Rage coming in waves, my mother’s indifference pushed me to the limit. I needed to leave that house, even when I was so tired of getting away. Besides, what would I do? If I tell Y/N my father forced me to woo her to ensure our marriage how’d she react. Now my father got the power to tell her and even when the wedding would take place anyways, Y/N will hate me and I’ll never get her back.

It was pouring rain. I walked along London streets without a place to go, people stared at me as if I was a kook, all damped and looking to nowhere. Soon I realize where I was. Standing at the door of an old pub I used to frequent when I got tired of fighting with my father and needed a place to hide away. Just like now, just as pathetic. 

I entered to the dark, smokey little place and sat at the bar. I was surprised at how nothing changed in that place, it been yonks since the last time I was there. Something about everything still being the same comforted me, especially when I saw the young lad who used to carry me away when completely pissed and out of my mind I was unable to come back home on my own. 

- “Hello mate, d’ya remember me?”

-”Tom?” the young lad throw away the dishcloth he was using to clean up the table to greet me with a vehement handshake. “God man, we thought you might be dead by now, no offence”. His sense of humour was also the same. we giggled and he gave me a pint of ale. “First one on me, but you’ve to paid for the next, I know you got the money”.

I spent hours catching up with Jacob, talking about all the crazy stuff I’ve experienced in the two years and a half I was away from London. 

- “I didn’t know what to do, where to put my hands you know. And it’s not like I’m an impressionable person but, a kid, you know, we were bringing a fucking kid into this world right inside of a bus”. 

-”Nah mate, you’re making up this one. You couldn’t assist a delivered in a bus, is like one of those bad medical dramas’ scenes” Jacob shrieked. I nodded, letting a hiccup out I continue my story. 

-”I swear to god I did. Sure, I wasn’t the only one helping but the woman was sat beside me, I had no option”. 

-”Good you were sober”, Jacob and I made a toast for it. “Hot blond girl at your right has her eyes glued on you since she arrived mate, you should give it a shot”. 

-”Shame. I’m not a free man”. 

-”No way man! Did d’you tied the knot? Who’s the poor lady?”

- “We’re not married yet. Engaged”. 

-”Don’t tell me is the girl your dad wanted you to marry when you left”. 

I nodded in response. It wasn’t the reason I left, but what motivated me to do something terrible, and that forced me to leave. 

- “We get to know each other this summer. She’s a keeper.”

-”Pfff, really? Lady Y/N? Do you know your future wife calls the King uncle? It’s a catch man. And no offence mate but your bird is fit”. 

- “There’s no offence man, here’s to that”. 

It was good to met someone nice and chill as Jacob. It really helped me with the tension I carry from sharing the last days with my parents. Talk to him about Y/N made me realize how much I missed her. And is not as I didn’t feel it before, but the tension I’ve been living in the house kept my mind busy in trying to not commit a parricide or something like that. 

I headed back to the house, even when I knew it was a terrible idea and I might have another argument with my parents. When I got there I found Lord Marlborough’s car a the entrance. It wasn’t strange at all, but I’d really wished it wasn’t true.

Time goes by slowly in the Marlborough’s estate. I missed London, I missed going out with the twins, help Mrs Holland planning her events, go shopping with Laura, taking Nana to have tea in the best places in the capital. But now the thing I missed the most was, certainly, spending time with Tom. And he hasn’t even called me, I feel stupid when I think about it.

Here everything is boring and I’m being forced to be a polite host of two people I loathe. Even when I asked him to leave the palace and go back to his flat on campus, Harrison stayed along with his repugnant uncle. Lord Devonshire walked around my estate as it was his own, giving orders to Nana and the rest of the service. His cheeky smile gave me nausea, his attempts to give me a good impression only makes me dislike him more. The worst part is he seems to gain Nana’s affection, talking to her about how close my mother and his used to be, and his memories of the palace from when he was a little child and my mother and father -childless by the moment- invited him to spend the summers here. 

Oxford is not that bad after all. I’m still not having “friends” but I don’t need them. After all, I have the twins and Laura, they may not be here but we’re constantly on the phone. it is jolly evident none of us could leave the boarding school days behind. University was my refuge from the hostile air I breathed back home. I’m focused on my studies and pleased to find politics even more interesting than I thought, after all, and even when I don’t want to think about it, one day my father will be gone and I’ll have to take his place. 

I was still very intrigued by the names in Thomas’ note and the connection it could have with his expulsion from the University. It didn’t surprise me at all to find that the lads who hang out with Augustus Remington were on the list as well. Cassius Hiponilema, an assistant in my “Introduction to jurisprudence” course, was on the list too. It did surprise me, he seemed to be a quite nice person, not someone who belongs to a “pit of snakes” as Tom said. At the moment I have four names of a list of nine. Augustus Remington, Alloicious Harden-Smith, Ben Bradley and Cassius. To be completely honest, the only weird thing I found on Cassius is the interest he has in Harrison. The man is all over him and is not like Harrison is the brightest student, in fact, when we were still friends he confessed to me it bored him to death. I don’t know, maybe he’s gay and he just fancies Harrison, which wouldn’t be weird because he might be a liar and an asshole, but he got the looks. 

I don’t talk to him in our classes, but I find out I’ve to pretend everything is fine between us in my house, to avoid Nana’s inquisition. So, when we’re having dinner with his uncle and Harriet, Harrison and I talk about things that have happened through the day as if we spent it together. He even laughs at my jokes and includes me in his stories. It disconcerts me how natural it feels. I’m still mad at him but I think I might be too harsh on him for what he did. He was down to tell me “the full story” and I just wanted to kick him out of my estate. He wanted to be my friend and I prefered to stay alone, sneaking in the shadows to solve a mystery no ones really cares about anymore -as in nowhere else, Tom was completely irrelevant in Oxford and nobody even remembered what happened-. I’m getting tired to be angry. I’m getting tired to be alone. 

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HIGH SCHOOL AU....yes I am trash

-Octivus is the new kid during Senior Year and manages to get into the football team. He acts like a jerk when with the other Jockies but is actually a nice guy -Decius is the goofball but can still somewhat pass school. He is pretty chill and can pull the best pranks. -Lepdius is on the football team and lives in the mansion with all the nice cars. He is chill as well and is a doormat sometimes. Although he is a doormat, people still don’t like him because they assume he’s an asshole with all his dough. -Flavius and Marullus are the people who run errands and plan all the events at school. They often have to hold assemblies for the freshman(plebs) because they are dumb. Planners -Soothsayer is the goth kid who is Casear’s acquaintance and often says some weird stuff -Casca is pure and needs to be protected at all times. He is a sophomore but is smart academicly. Despite being acdemicly strong, he is known to be naive. -Cinna,being the tallest, can write wonderfully and is involve with the school newspaper. He has more Senior friends than freshman friends. His braces make him have a lisp while he talks and is bullied because it. Cassius often has to beat up the bullies. -Lucius like to wear make up and Brutus’s little cousin who is a Junior. Brutus cares about him and his safety. Lucius is bestfriends with Portia. -Portia is trans has been best friends with Brutus since kindergarten. She is older than Brutus but is Senior since she failed a grade. She takes martial arts and takes cooking. -Cicero is the librarian who hates the football players and loves all the hipster children. -Cimber has a twin brother who is heavily bullied by the jocks,who refuse to leave his bro alone.  Cimber is a gentle giant who gives the best hugs. -Trebonius likes to collect watches and sells all kinds of stuff under his trenchcoat -Ligarius once stood up against Casear and got into a nasty fight that led to the suspension of Ligarius. Ligarius is into anime and chess. -Artemidorus has all the sources and can get information. He can hack and is as tall as Cimber. -Publius works in the library too and helps the hipsters -Lucilius is also in Theather and has a mild crush on Brutus -Titinus is Cassius’s crush who has a crush on Cassius. Titinus and Cassius flirt with each other but they do it so much that they taking flirting as joking around. Titinus plays tennis. -Varro is Brutus’s cousin who always looking after him. -Claudius is an constantly talks about death and likes Metal -Pindarus is Cassius’s way to practice flirting and is the person who is peer pressured to do stupid things. Even though this sounds like abusement, his friends care about him a lot and he doesn’t know it. -Cato can go from idc to OMG I AM SORRY ARE YOU OK? SOMEONE CALL 911 -Clitus is a weenie -Volumnius can be extra but cares about other’s feelings -Strato knows how to kill you more than 100 ways with a #2 pencil. He won’t hesitate bitch. -Messala is the school’s counselor.

#julius caesar #shakespeare