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[supercutszns]

Luke x reader where a girl, daughter of Aphrodite, flirts with him and insults the reader, causing her to avoid Luke, but later he manages to find her and confesses that he actually likes them... I don't know if they should already be together or not, but I believe in you!!! you write very well :ooo

Sorry if the idea is bad or you wouldn't want to write something like that, if that's the case please pretend you never read this 🤡🤡🫶

true colours; luke castellan

wc + pairing: 3.6k, luke castellan x child of iris! reader

synopsis: everyone wants luke castellan, including you. curse your mother for getting your hopes up.

warnings: friends to lovers, reader is very insecure, bullying, lee fletcher & will solace cameo!! some angst with a fluffy ending

notes: thank you for the request!! as always this is longer than i anticipated but hope you like it :) i also combined it with another request for a child of iris reader (i also identify as a child of iris sometimes so i lovee writing for them) also i’m pretty sure lee + a lot of parts of this are ooc sorry but i havent read the books in about a year so hopefully everything’s fairly accurate!🌈

You knew this summer would be different because your mother sent her wishes twice as much. On the first day of July, when children flood into Camp Half-Blood like a hive of wild bees, a rainbow always lights up the sky. 

This year, there were two. 

As a child of Iris you’re technically supposed to be in the Hermes cabin. But your love for art, for music, for fun, has made you a particular favourite of the Apollo cabin. Most of your friends are there. They tolerate you singing in your soft, often unsure voice. They love when you catch sunlight and filter it into prisms of colour on their cabin walls. 

You’d probably move in there permanently if it weren’t for Hermes. Or rather, his son.

Over the last few months, in the sticky summer heat, your mother knew you would fall in love. 

It's not any surprise you love Luke. Everyone loves Luke. A fact that's becoming more obvious every passing day. 

It used to bother you less. You’ve always been his meagre, hopeless friend, never any real competition to these girls. You’d basically taken yourself out of the running and instead decided to pine after him in the very back of your mind. A safe, deluded fantasy that would never happen. 

Until recently, where it seems less like a fantasy and more like a terrifying possibility. 

Over the past few weeks Luke has gone out of his way to be sweet to you. Or at least you think so. He’s spent extra time talking to you at lunch, laughing at your half-formed jokes almost in earnest. At bonfires he saves you a seat, grabs you a marshmallow on occasion. You even made him a friendship bracelet of sorts—admittedly a little ugly—but he’s never taken it off. Not since the day you gave it to him. 

Not to mention helping you last week before the archery competition. His hands lingering over yours as he steadied your bow, the curls of his breath on the back of your neck when he stood behind you. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, a tinge of mirth in his voice. “You just steady your aim and first is as good as yours.”

(You came in fifteenth.)

You don’t want to say that it’s him weakening your aim, making your pulse beat out of your neck. His nose brushes against the back of your jaw as he leans forward and you smell the pine on his skin. Is this friendly? Is he this close on purpose? Are you delusional?

It’s all you’ve been thinking about these past few days. So when Luke Castellan’s endless admirers come to the forefront of your mind, you feel like all those moments of potential buildup have been ripped away. 

“You alright there, sunshine?” 

He takes you out of your spiral with a teasing lilt you love. When you look at him, his face is a shimmering warmth, complete with boyish smile. 

“Yep,” you reply, trying to ignore the nickname making your insides flutter even though you know he’s saying it ironically.

You’ve always had a gift for identifying colour. It’s the thing you pay attention to most. Something inherited from your mother, you suppose. So you’ve memorized the way Luke’s eyes melt in the sunlight. How his scar blends with his pinking cheeks when it’s hot outside. You never told him, and you probably never will, but you’ve painted him from memory quite a few times in the Apollo cabin—always with the excuse that you were practicing. It's so blatantly obvious you're in love with him there's no point in your friends bringing it up.  

The two of you are meandering around camp before dinner, a tradition Luke started early on in the summer. You talk about high points of your day (mostly you) or share nuggets of gossip you’ve heard around camp (mostly him). It's the thing you looked forward to every morning. A time when his words are just for you. 

Idle chatter flows as you keep walking. Sometimes your arm brushes his and you have the embarrassing urge to tug yours away. You do your best not to stare at him too long or laugh too loud at his jokes. 

“Hey, Castellan!” Someone calls. 

Luke’s head turns. Your heart plummets. A beautiful girl, Aphrodite cabin, you think, is heading towards you. She’s all honey-spun hair and dazzling pink lips, and it’s obvious she knows it. You don’t know her name. But Luke does. 

They fall into conversation the second she arrives. It’s just greetings, pleasantries, but there’s a coy smile on the girl’s face that betrays any sense of disinterest. “Heard you’re not too keen on pairing up with us for the Chariot Race next week. What gives?” Her tone is pouty and playful as she taps Luke’s shoulder. She side-eyes you, lips curling imperceptibly. “I’m sure you’ll have a better chance with us.”

He lets out a strained chuckle. “Dunno, just thought it was fine to switch it up.”

Just like that, you’re out of the loop again. More of her friends flock after her, and soon Luke is tangled in a whole other world. They’re all glowing with a kind of righteousness you only get when you’re popular. You know Luke has friends, tons of them. He's the leader of the cabin with the most campers. Not to mention assertive and gorgeous. His presence is so inviting it’s a challenge not to fall in love with him. 

So you can’t blame this girl, the one that keeps touching his arm and giggling. It’s not like you’ve staked your claim on Luke—no one even knows you exist. As much as you want him to be yours, you know you’ll never stop someone from taking him first. It’s your fatal flaw, you think. Cowardice. 

You end up sidelined completely. Watching him swathed in people more charismatic than you plants an ache deep inside you. All your wishful thinking feels sour now, a pipe dream, a bedtime story to help you sleep better. Somehow it hurts more knowing that it’s nobody’s fault but yours. These people can’t be doing this on purpose. It’s just who they are. It’s who you are—always a step behind, always daydreaming. You are your mother’s daughter, after all. Just a prism reflecting everyone around you. 

Eventually, one of the boys in the group takes notice of you. He’s not nearly as captivating as Luke is—you don’t find the colours of his eyes hold as much depth. There’s also a haughtiness when he looks at you. He sneers, “What the hell do you have on your face?”

It draws the attention of others in the group. You feel like a naked sculpture in an art gallery. “Uh, what?” You stammer. 

Some of them purse their lips. The girl with Luke lets a laugh slip. You’re pretty sure you look like an idiot, waiting there with your brows wrinkled in a daze. Their gazes keep flicking over to your cheek, so your hand flies up there before you can delay any more. When you press your fingers to the side of your face, they come away tacky and pink. Mortification constricts you.

Paint. It’s leftover, half-dried paint. The colour of Luke’s cheeks in the sun. 

“Oh,” you say dumbly. It’s drowned by snickers. All you can do is find Luke, the only face you know, and ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” without sounding too hurt. 

You know you failed when your voice comes out wrong and his ebony brows push together. “I thought it looked—”

He never gets to finish because the golden girl laughs a little louder, the pink tones in her face a little darker. “Oh my Gods, you’re that Iris kid that’s always singing, right?” She giggles sharply, cornflower eyes darting between her friends. There’s something in there you can’t quite pick up on, until it flushes the pupils of all her friends, and they all grin with a secret knowledge they want you to see. “You’re, like, really good!” The girl simpers, but her bottom lip pulls between her teeth to soften another laugh. 

“Oh, so good!” Another friend piles on. 

Their passive-aggressive chuckles start to sound like hail on a window. You shift further away from them. Dirt slides beneath your shoe, and you long to kick up more of it, displace yourself, disappear. 

You don’t look at Luke. The giggly, flaxen girl has already turned back to him, and you’re sure he’s enthralled once more. You try to stir up the image of Luke’s closeness during archery practice, the lilac bruise on his knuckles when he angled your bow, but it doesn’t take. Now, it feels like you’ve dreamed it. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luke leaning down to catch a whisper from the Aphrodite girl’s ear. The boy that first commented on your cheek leans closer to you again. He’s suffocatingly smug when he grins, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you go … wash that off? You don’t want to look like that at dinner.” He snorts. “For an Iris kid, you really aren’t good at taking a message.” 

If you were a more confident person, maybe you’d point out how that didn’t really make sense, or how stupid it sounded coming out of his mouth. But the sentiment of it wounds you, and you’re weak enough as is. 

"Guess you're right," you mumble. You wipe your face of paint as you leave. The memory of Luke’s skin stains you until you wash your hands off in the sink. 

You haven’t talked to him since. 

It’s been a few days of you avoiding him, and it’s hard to explain to anyone why you’ve been doing it. How do you tell the truth? Luke Castellan is a work of art and you are … a weird doodle, or something. Despite your adoration, you know there’s no reason he should feel the same for you. Everyone loves him for a reason. Everyone must ignore you for one, too. 

“Why haven’t you been talking to Luke?”

The question breaks your concentrated silence in the Apollo cabin. You’ve been sitting here for a while now, humming to yourself over a mostly blank canvas. The cabin is dusted with a lilac haze, thanks to your manipulation of the light streaming through the windows. Helps you feel less like you’re at camp and more like you’re in a fairytale. 

“Helloooo, lady, I asked you a question.”

You begrudgingly look up. Lee Fletcher, head of the Apollo cabin, is at the mouth of the cabin, gazing at all your supplies strewn about the floor like they’re a bunch of unsavoury substances. “It looks like a hurricane came in here. Now why aren’t you talking to Luke?”

“How do you know I’m not talking to him?” You mutter as Lee sits beside you. 

“Uh, because you’ve been sleeping here multiple nights in a row and you never do that. And you don’t sit with him at dinner. And whenever we see him you drag me in the other direction—”

“Lee!”

“I’m just saying, you should probably talk about it. My beautiful voice can heal wounds, yes, but not of the heart.” He splays a hand across his chest in mock theatrics.

You don’t say anything. The familiar weight of the brush against your fingertips is far more comforting than trying to talk, so you busy yourself with your canvas again. “He waits for you, you know,” Lee continues, quieter. “In the morning. And before dinner. He always asks if you’re here.”

“Oh,” you say, and your wavering voice betrays your expression. But you think of everyone else at camp, their gleaming smiles and their celebrated parents, their own cabins and friends and dreams, how you don’t seem to have any of those. You think of the girl whispering in Luke’s ear. All her shades of beauty. You know it’s wrong to compare yourself, to be jealous. You’re just … sad.

The cabin darkens from a lilac to an imperceptibly gloomier shade. A blue sort of longing gets caught in your throat, blurring the colours on your canvas. But you keep your brush steady, focused on the scratch of its bristles so you don’t have to hear what you say next. 

“I think I love him, Lee.” And then, “But I don’t think he loves me.”

There’s no sound except the scraping of your brush when it’s run out of paint, and a sniffle when a tear rolls down your cheek. 

“Oh,” Lee fills the silence the way you did just moments before. Then he says your name, laced with pity, and hugs you on the floor of his lavender cabin. 

“You want to help me lead the bonfire song tonight?” He asks after a minute. “Or at least … come to the bonfire song?” 

“No to the first, yes to the second.”

You wish you said no to both. 

The spot you choose after dinner is right next to the fire so you can distract yourself with the golden flecks of flame. Fire is so fluid, so complex, from a colour perspective. But no matter how close you get, the searing warmth can’t hide Luke’s gaze peering over the embers. 

He will not. Stop. Looking at you. 

The singing from the Apollo kids usually soothes you but tonight it’s just making you anxious. All this attention so close to you. Will Solace has been sitting next to you this whole time, your unofficial assigned companion for the night thanks to Lee. One of his siblings beckons him over, and he shoots you an apologetic look, hesitating. "Just go," you wave off kindly. "It's all good." He's not entirely convinced, and you aren't either, but he squeezes your shoulder with thanks and leaves you anyway.

Now you’re acutely aware the space next to you is wide open. And so is Luke, it seems. There’s an awkward moment where your gazes slide over each other and he weaves out of his current crowd towards you. So you do the most mature, sound thing you could possibly do in this situation:

You say you have to go to the bathroom to no one in particular and get out of there. 

It’s dark, but you’ve got sharper eyes than most. Soon the noise of the campfire is behind you. You traipse through the camp towards the bathroom,but you don’t get far before you hear something that makes your stomach drop in the worst and best way. 

Luke, calling your name. 

At first you think you can get away with not hearing him. Then he calls a second, a third, a fourth time, punctuated with, “Come on, I know you can hear me, can you just turn around?”

He’s got longer legs than you so the next time he speaks it’s practically in your ear. “Hey, just look at me. Please. I want to talk to you.”

There’s something so tender in his voice that it makes you cave immediately. But you already feel so fragile, you can feel the tears behind your eyes. You know you won’t have the strength to talk to him. 

His hand curls gently around your wrist and it sends warmth all the way up your arm. He says your name again, softer, and you love the way it sounds. You can’t meet his eyes, but you already know what he looks like. Even in the dark you picture him crystal clear. 

“Look at me,” he repeats. “I just—I need to know what I did wrong.”

His dark eyes are full and apprehensive when you heed him. You notice how much you’ve missed studying his face—the slight bunch of his brows, the tensing in his jaw. And you almost delude yourself that he’s missed you just as much, the way he squeezes your wrist and rakes over your expression.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asks. 

“I’m not—”

“You are. I know you. Just tell me why.” 

He looks so sweet, so earnest, and it kills you. You think of the way he looked when all his friends made fun of you. It all comes up before you can help it. 

“Do you always let me walk around looking like an idiot?” You ask bitingly, staring at the floor. “The thing, with the paint on my cheek—why didn’t you tell me? I looked so stupid and all your friends just laughed at me!” 

His face falls. “I tried to tell you, I thought—”

“It’s okay to say you don’t like me, or that you’re embarrassed, or whatever, but I …” You swallow, tears thick on your lower lashes. “Everyone makes fun of me. I don’t know why you don’t.”

“Because I do like you,” he states, hand moving up to your forearm. 

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. “You’re so much … better, you know you are, and I don’t want your pity, or your spare time. I just—I made something up in my head that wasn’t there and I only noticed it the other day after you talked to that girl and that guy made fun of me and I’m really, really sorry—”

“It looked cute. I was trying to say I didn’t tell you about the paint because I thought it was cute.”

There’s a lull.

“What?” You blink stupidly. 

“I know I should’ve told you about it, but I swear I was going to before dinner, I didn’t think we’d run into anyone before then.” His cheeks tinge red. “I had this whole dumb thing planned out where I’d wipe it off your cheek and tell you how cute it was once you got embarassed. I was waiting to tell you. I was thinking about it the whole time.”

His hand on your arm is a frighteningly grounding thing. You're dumbstruck by that alone. Your lips part, but all that comes out is, “Why?”

A gentle laugh tumbles out of his throat. “Why do you think?”

His other hand comes up to brush your cheekbone, where the paint had been, and you can imagine him doing it to you on that day. How you'd probably react just the way he said you would, the way you are now. A warm orange glow blooming in your chest. “But the girl—”

“She tried whispering to me how much she liked my bracelet,” he smiles fondly. “Told her you made it for me. It shut her up. I don’t know what that guy said to you but I chewed ‘em all out the second you left. They knew I wasn’t happy. I tried looking for you but you were gone. I don't like them, you know."

You don’t know what to say. It’s too difficult, too uncertain for you to jump the gun on this. So you just stare at all the shifting colours on his face as he moves closer to you. All this time going over his every detail, and there's still more to be enthralled by.

“I found the paintings,” he says, voice so close you can feel it brushing your skin. “The ones of me. I was looking for you in the Apollo cabin a week ago and you left one out. I knew it was yours because ... I mean, there’s no one in the world that can make me look that … beautiful.” 

The last word is apprehensive but it’s spoken with an unimaginable tenderness. He looks a little teary himself. You think you’re dreaming. “I knew I had to tell you after that. I’ve been trying to tell you. But you started pulling away from me so I thought I was making it all up.”

“Tell me what?” It’s a ghost of a question between you, an impossible thing, but the hand on your arm slips around to your back and he presses it there with such certainty. 

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” He cocks his head, but you nod. “I’m in love with you, I think.”

The words cascade over you in ribbons of warmth. Your brain feels fuzzy, seperate from the rest of your body. Your mouth opens multiple times but you can’t seem to control what comes out. “Luke, are you joking?”

“Not even a little.”

“But you’ve got so many other—”

“I want you.”

“I am literally the most incompetent person alive; I can’t sing, I can’t talk to people, I have a weird knee—”

"Your knee is fine!"

"I'm just saying, this makes no sense from an outsider perspective, it's—"

“Okay, clearly the telling thing isn’t working so I guess I’m just gonna have to kiss you.”

It happens so quickly you don’t have any time to think (probably for the better). You let out a surprised “oh” before his mouth silences you, stopping every other thought. He’s gentle, thumb still rubbing your cheekbone, other hand still firm at your waist. You want to panic—where should you put your hands? How do you know you’re doing this right? But he steadies you, the way he always does, and you give in. 

He starts to smile against your lips. You’re almost positive the intensity of your heartbeat could summon a storm. When he pulls away, he kisses the corners of your mouth and you think you’re going to evaporate. “I don’t think I’m very good at this,” you whisper.

“You’re perfect.” He grins a little when your hands tentatively tug at a curl on the nape of his neck. “And none of that stuff you say is true. I mean, you’re definitely a better singer than me.”

Leaning close to your ear, he warbles out a song you know but gets the words horribly wrong anyways. You can’t help but laugh. “Okay, maybe you have a point.”

He hums and chuckles with you. You swear the moon gets brighter when he wraps his arms around your waist to kiss the side of your face. “Next time you paint me, I want to be there when you do it.”

You blush harder than you ever have in your life. “Only if you try painting me,” you say quietly.

“Of course. You’re very pretty, so I’m sure my horrible artistic skills won’t even make you look bad.”

Luke lets you press your face into the crook of his neck. You soak it up for all it’s worth. 

In the morning, you wake up in the same position. Your nose tucked against his collarbone, the shade of pink you love freckled across his cheeks. You can't wait to paint him again.

When you look out the window, you say a silent, grateful prayer to your mother.

She's given you two more rainbows.

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[cryptidghostgirl]

Hey hey! i have a third angsty silly idea teehee (yes same person who requested the one where wife reader gets teleported to the hotel and the one with the fake dating trope-)

Im at it again with my silly ideas i can’t quite get out of my head- so picture this RIGHT before the begging of the second fic (loved it btw if i could id kiss you on the mouth)

(this interaction is important) Reader is eyeing Alastor to subconsciously make him talk to her, he does of course it goes a bit like “Alastor dear, havent seen you before?” "Just moved in, thought of making some acquaintances” and they talk, reader tells him “a charmer too? should be careful around you not to break my heart” or smth smilar idk i suck at dialogue

And then the partnership happens and theyve been at it for a while (like at least 5 years id say)- until Readers twin brother dies in a planned house fire and she goes out for revenge, before that they have a fight like “youre going to be out numbered” “its suicide” blah blah blah- and eventually reader goes out alone

She does manage to to kill the criminals but because of the cold January weather and the exhaustion of it all- reader gets hypothermia and in the frenzy thats caused by it stumbles and falls into a fence spike of an abandoned farmhouse, gets impaled right below the ribs teehee, Alastor eventually finding her and goes out to bury her properly.

readers death happens in 1925 -8 years before alastor which gibes her enough time to take over half the pentagram with her blizzard/ice powers (cuz i think theyre. cool ;)) and is also important reader has a long tail with fluff (which can turn into a heart shaped fur or have happy/angry twitches) at the end because i think its cute and because her demon form has one so it matches (think the faceless room guardians by anyaboz on IG but fully white- with a void face from which emerges a dog skull at will). the normal form being overall relatively normal aside from the long ears and black limbs that symbolize the hypothermia part of the death (Yes this is an Oc but im making it a bit more generic for everyone :>)

When alastor does die in 1933 (when he got shot visiting readers grave) he hears of this blizzard overlord and goes a bit into her territory and into a bar where he sees a somewhat familiar person teehee and they have the same first conversation over again but in hell :D and then get reunited but possibly pull out their signature weapons on each other again for old times sake 😇

also i love you so much for taking the time to write my dreams it does mean quite a lot to me and if you want i can give more ideas because i have a lot more- 😇 (im tottaly not insane and or delusional i swear-)

A/N of course?? I’m obsessed with your requests. they’re always so fun. Also as a heads up, I decided not to do this as a part to for cover up because I got an earlier request asking to do a part two for that and I try to address requests in the order I receive them. I also made some other minor changes just to make it work a little smoother. Also, please keep sending in requests, yours are always so fun.

Frostbite (Alastor X Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Murder, death, gore, arson, a little bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,949

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Alastor sat at the bar of Mimzy's club drinking like he did every friday night. Normally the whirling dancers and loud music merely served to give him a headache, normally he ignored them and all the fans who somehow recognized him from the radio. Tonight was far from normal, tonight there was someone new.

Spinning on the dance floor, the fringe of her blood red dress spinning out from her legs. The woman was all smiles, all laughter, and she seemed never to turn down a partner. He watched her, entranced.

The woman wasn't a talented dancer, far from it in fact, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm and enjoyment. He had no intentions of doing anything other than watching her enchanting display until he made eye contact with her across the club. She blushed, turning away and quickly engaging a friend in conversation.

It was all the encouragement Alastor needed. In the dim light of the speakeasy, Alastor smiled to himself. He downed the rest of his drink and got to his feet. The crowed of dancers parted to make way for him like the red sea, waves of whispers following his path. He could hear the chatter, knew the rumors that he was a man uninterested in women, uninterested in love or romantic involvements of any type He knew that that was what everyone was speaking of as he approached the first new face the tired old place had seen in ages.

Coming to a stop behind the woman, her friend saw him first. It made sense, her back was turned to him after all, a result of her embarrassment at having been caught staring. He friend tapped her shoulder, indicating for the woman to turn around, and she spun. Alastor could feel the hem of her dress as it brushed against his leg through the fabric of his pants. His smile grew.

"Haven't seen you around here before Darling," he hummed, "new in town?"

"Just moved in, actually." the woman bashfully replied, clasping her hands behind her back and crossing one foot in front of the other.

The position it threw her body into sent Alastor's mind reeling. He hadn't expected that. Sure, she was pretty and different, new, but Alastor didn't feel things like that. At least, not normally.

"Well, I'd love to give you a tour sometime. The name is Alastor, Alastor Hartifelt."

This was the test: his name. How would she react? Was she just another one of his simpering fans, begging for his favor, for his attention, or would she do something interesting?

He held out a hand which she daintily rested her own in, a smile spreading across her face.

"Y/n L/n. I'm free tomorrow morning?"

Alastor was lucky, Saturday mornings were one of the few he had free. Gently, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Y/n felt her heart flutter inside her chest.

"Ah, a charmer." she hummed as Alastor raised his head again and she took her hand from his, "I'll have to be careful around you."

Everything had snowballed from there. The tour around the city had spiraled into dinner which had further fallen into an attempt by Alastor to take her life. He had been curious, how it would feel when the life drained from her body at the force of his hands. Instead, she had met his advances by holding her own knife to his throat.

It became a game of sorts for the two, always trying to outwit one another, one up each other, land the other six feet under. The game ended when Alastor was chasing Y/n through the woods and she had stumbled, falling to the ground. He had grinned maniacally as he had advanced on her, as she had scrambled on the ground away from him. Knife raised, her back against a tree, she had breathlessly asked him out on a date. How could he say no? Especially when he looked up and saw that she had planned this all along. There was no other way their initials could be carved into the surface of the very thing that had stopped her escape. It was perfect, she was perfect.

Five years of bliss. Five years of feathery kisses and passion. Five years of waking up to her smiling face, of washing the blood off each other's hands, of nearly wedded bliss. Then there had been the fire.

Y/n had a twin brother, a brute of a thing who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite his flaws, Y/n loved him. This time, on a January morning in 1925, he had pissed off the wrong person and gotten himself killed. Y/n was inconsolable, spent every waking moment tracking the killer. It didn't take her long to get a lead.

She was halfway out the door when Alastor found her, shoving knives into her pockets and grabbing a gun. There was a wild, unfocused look in her eyes. Alastor turned his gaze momentarily to the setting sun as it sent rays of liquid golden light bouncing off the snow.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

"Going out." she gruffly replied, adjusting the laces on one of her shoes.

Alastor sighed. Y/n had mentioned to him just the day before that she had an idea of who was behind the murder and it wasn't pretty. The most controversial and strongest gang in the city had, according to her research, wielded the flames. Alastor took a step forward, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder and she turned to him. Her eyes were hard and narrow, her face contorted by rage.

"Y/n, please." Alastor began, treading carefully, "Not tonight. It's awful out, and you just confirmed everything today."

"No." Y/n shook her head, "No, I can't wait to do this any longer, Al. It has already been nearly a month, I can't..."

She looked away, raising a fist to her heart, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"I can't."

"And I can't loose you." Alastor quickly replied, using his free hand to turn her face back to his.

"So come with me."

He hesitated. Y/n saw the look on his face, the doubt. She shook herself from his grip, turning back to the door.

"Alright. I'll go alone."

"Y/n," Alastor pleaded, taking another step towards her as she grabbed her coat off the hook on the wall, "it is too dangerous. I can't let you do this."

"Let me do this?" Y/n spun around, her coat in her hand and flames licking at the corners of her voice, "You can't let me do this?"

Alastor took a breath, trying desperately to keep his own anger at bay.

"There are too many of them." he tried to reason with her, "You can't do it on your own."

"So come with me!"

"I..."

Y/n scoffed, sliding her jacket onto her arms. Turning back to the door once again, she unlocked it. Her hand rested on the knob, she took a breath. Their eyes met over her shoulder.

"I'll be home later."

She swung the door open and stepped out into the night. Alastor trailed after her, the snow sinking into his socks. It was cold, a terrible night.

"Y/n, you'll die!"

"Do you truly have that little faith in me!?" she spun around, her rage radiating off of her, devouring everything in sight.

Alastor had never seen her like this before. He halted in his tracks.

"Please, I can't..." he took a deep breath, emotions had always been a struggle, "I can't loose you too."

"But I'm supposed to loose my brother and know who did it and do nothing?!" she screamed back at him.

"You will die!"

Y/n turned her back on him once again. She unlatched the gate to the garden and slipped through it, letting it fall shut behind her.

"So be it."

"Y/n!"

Alastor tried to run after her but, it was simply too cold. His limbs were numb, he stumbled.

"Y/n!" he yelled again but, she didn't turn around.

He could see her, in that red dress. She looked like she did the first time he had ever met her as she disappeared into the night. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, it felt like an omen.

Alastor stood in the cold for a few minutes longer before resigning himself to the truth of it all: Y/n was going to do what she was going to do. He just had to hope she would come back, that the damage he had done in refusing to back her up like that wouldn't be enough to have driven her away. That she was strong enough to make it out alive.

The fireplace crackled invitingly. No matter how warm and cheerful it made the room, Alastor couldn't stop the dread. He sat down on the couch before it, painfully aware of the empty spot beside him. He tried to read.

The hours ticked by, seconds dragging on for eternity. Still, Y/n was not yet home. Alastor couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't 't read, couldn't sleep, could barely sit still. He paced circles around the room as the sun rose, he called in sick to work, intent on being there should she return.

When it reached four pm, when it had been nearly twenty full hours since she had left, he decided to go out and look for her. Y/n had always been messy, always bad at putting things away. While normally it had irritated him to no end, he now found himself grateful. He swore to whatever gods were listening that if she was alright, he would never bother her about it again because right there on top of her desk were all her plans, including the exact location of the gang's hideout, the exact place she had disappeared to.

The sight that met Alastor when he reached the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was one he would never forget. Blood stained the snow red and there were bodies everywhere, both outside and within. It was clearly, Y/n's handiwork and he couldn't help but feel a tad impressed, he had underestimated her yet again. His slight smile, a result of the realization, fell as he spotted the footprints leading out of the backdoor.

He had tracked Y/n enough times to know they were hers, they couldn't be anyone else's. A trail of blood accompanied them, one foot dragging more than the other. Alastor tried to keep his head clear, his mind cool. He gave chase.

The back yard to the warehouse was large, gave the impression of going right off into the woods. Alastor soon realized that was not the case as the rusted, wrought iron fence came in to view. Y/n wouldn't have been able to see it. Judging by the way the tracks were iced over, it had been a long time since she had walked this path. In the dead of night, surrounded by trees, the fence would have come as a surprise.

As he got closer, the lump that he had assumed was a fallen branch came into more detail. Alastor's heart stopped, he rushed to her.

If only he hadn't waited, if only the minute he had felt she'd been gone too long he had gone after her. He might have been able to save her, to stop her from this cruel fate.

What had happened was obvious. The fence was iced over, slippery to the touch. Y/n had evidently tried to climb over it and lost her grip, the force of her fall being enough to ram the sharpened edge of one of the fence's defensive points right through her temple. Wrong place, wrong time.

Alastor had never cried like that before, as he sat in the snow at her feet, her body stiff from the cold. Not even when his mother had died could he ever remember feeling such a grief. It ate away at him, pooling in the center of his chest and spreading out. She had been so integral to who he was, so much a part of his life and way of being. She had been his dream, his end goal. Alastor remembered the ring, sitting heavy in the drawer of his night table. His tears redoubled.

By the time he managed to calm himself, the early winter sun had long since sunk to its bed and been replaced by the moon. Moving completely on autopilot, not considering his actions, Alastor wrenched her body from the fence. Y/n deserved a proper burial, in a place that mattered. He made her final resting place at the base of the very same tree she had told him she loved him while sitting at. His fingers traced their carved initials, grown hard with the years. There was nothing to be done.

The guilt ate away at him, festered over the years. If only he had stopped her, had gone with her, had come to her rescue. If only he had told her that he loved her one last time.

When Y/n awoke in Hell, to say she was surprised would be an understatement. She had never been one to believe in the afterlife in any sort of way, let alone such a wonderful one with so many opportunities for mayhem.

The thing that had been the toughest to get used to was her new form. All the demons in Hell got them upon arrival and when she caught that first glimpse of herself in the glass of a shop window, she understood why everyone on the streets seemed to be eyeing her fearfully.

She looked like she was rotting, her fingertips and toes black from the cold she had lost herself in. It trailed up her limbs, mingling with her own natural skin color. Her hair, her eye lashes, her eyebrows even, looked perpetually frosted with snow, little particles of ice hanging delicately in them. Then there were the horns and the tail, those were by far the strangest. The horns were pure white and curving like a mountain goats, the tail was thin with a little heart shaped ball of fluff at the end. It wasn't until another demon attempted to attack her that she realized the full extent of the changes that had taken place.

Y/n had just tried to punch the man, that was all. He had made advances, she had said no. He had tried again and she had told him she was married. It wasn't entirely a lie, they had been planning on it after all. Still, the man refused to listen and so, she had resorted to brute strength. When she had pulled her fist away, it was to find the man encased in ice. That was when the anger had set in.

Y/n didn't blame Alastor, not really. She was mad at him but, in the end, he had been right. She had died. It was all so brutally unfair. The way they had left things, that final fight, weighed on her soul. She wondered if he even knew she was dead, if he just assumed she had up and left him. The guilt, the what if's of it all, were crushing.

The stronger Y/n's emotions, the more uncontrollable her power. She still attacked people for fun but, taking over half of Pentagram City with her storms had honestly been an accident. In retrospect, she would call it a happy one.

Y/n liked being respected, being feared. She liked the near worship with which the smaller, weaker demons began to treat her. She settled into her new life with surprising ease and soon, every demon and hellborn in the place knew her name: Frost.

Y/n would've liked something different, preferred something cooler but, when the people give someone a name, its hard to change it and so, she embraced the title. Stone cold, cruel, powerful and appearing at what others perceived as totally inopportune moments. She locked herself, her heart, away. She swore never to make the same mistakes again.

Alastor visited Y/n's grave at least once every year. Always on the anniversary of her death, sometimes more frequently. That was where he too had met his death. As he had stooped low to place the bouquet of flowers he had brought on the surface of the hard-packed earth, the hunter had shot him, thinking he was a deer.

His arrival in Hell had been uneventful and not all together shocking. Alastor had been raised in a Christian household and although he never truly had faith in the matter once he had been old enough to form his own opinions, he had still always assumed that if there was life after death he was going to end up in Hell. He also knew that if he had ended up down here, Y/n had too.

The search was all consuming and fruitless. Every demon he interrogated, every one he thought had the slightest spark of his love within them, never had a single clue what he was talking about. Half the city was a snow storm and before long, that half was the only part he hadn't searched. Allegedly it was the territory of some new overlord known only as Frost who had taken Hell by storm - literally - just a few years before. Alastor already had a distaste in his mouth for the overlords, a sort of hatred spawned from something close to envy. He figured that worst case scenario, he could just add this Frost character to the list over overlords he had already taken out in the year since his arrival.

The chill of the air as he stepped over the border was a cruel reminder of the truth of his life. Alastor welcomed the cold with open arms, wondered if Y/n had already been killed since arriving in Hell. He had heard of the exterminations, it wasn't too wild of an idea. The thought gnawed on his mind like a parasite, intent on seeing him dead. Alastor progressed.

The fact that in death he still felt such things as hunger had been a mystery to him. There was something poetic about it, something forlorn in the idea that hunger and touch were the only things that followed a person to their grave. He stepped into the restaurant, his stomach growling, and walked up to the bar.

"Do you have beignets?"

Alastor knew the answer before the barkeep even shook his head. He sighed, falling on to one of the stools.

"Sausage and grits."

"Coming right up."

Alastor tapped his fingers on the counter, watching the world around him. Hope was running thin, anxieties and hurt taking over. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, how much more disappointment he could take.

"Haven't seen you around before, Darling," a voice purred from behind him, sending shockwaves of pain through his chest, "new in town?"

He summoned his microphone into his hand, ready to fight. It didn't matter that the demon most likely had no idea the effect of their words, the connections they had to his own past life. All that mattered was that he felt like he was being mocked, the world was parroting his life back to him because Y/n was out of his reach and probably would be forever more. He turned to face the person, a sickening grin spread tight across his face.

The demon had a clearing around her, the crowd avoiding her at all costs and whispering to one another behind the cover of their hands. Her tail flicked back and forth, ice emanating from the place her feet hit the floor.

There was something oddly familiar about her, the cocky smirk, the confidence. Alastor got to his feet. He leered over her and the woman didn't flinch one bit.

"Who's asking?"

A threat. The smile on the smaller demon's face grew, snow beginning to pile up on the floor in the corners of the room.

"You know, it's really far too cruel of you to go around with a voice like that." she hummed thoughtfully, a finger to her chin, "Gets a girl's hopes up just to shatter 'em on the floor."

Alastor could feel it now, the cold nipping at his extremities. Wind picked up in the indoor space and demons began rushing out through the door as quickly as they could. Alastor stood his ground.

"Ah, so you're the one responsible for this little snow town?"

"Why yes, I am."

"You're rather cruel yourself, you know." he mused, "Using my own words against me, how did you know? Do you overlords have some way to read a person's mind? Find the center of their desire and turn it to a weapon?"

Only now did the woman's expression change. Her calm facade morphed into confusion as the winds died down.

"What do you mean?"

"'Haven't seen you around here before, Darling, new in town?'" Alastor scoffed.

Y/n's eyes widened with a sudden recognition. It only fueled Alastor's anger as he took a step forward, shadows rising from the ground at his feet.

"I-"

"Just moved in, actually." the demon cut him off, holding a hand out for him to take, palm to the floor.

Alastor looked at her, disgust etched into his features.

"How could you..." he trailed off.

Eyes flicking over her form, Alastor examined the demoness carefully. Sure, she was different. She looked half dead, frost bitten to the extreme but, there was certainly something familar.

"Who are..."

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. Slowly, he took her hand in his. It was icy to the touch, sent shivers down his spine. With a practiced grace, he leaned down and planted a feathery kiss on the back of her hand.

"Ah, a charmer." Y/n smiled as he raised his head to hers again, "I'll have to be careful around you."

"Y/n."

It wasn't a question, he knew the answer. Alastor could feel it in his bones.

"Alastor."

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Alastor watched her movements in astonishment. Disbelief laid thick on his body, too heavy to allow him to move.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered into his ear, her breath a cold breeze.

"I... why are you sorry?" he asked, pulling her away from him.

Alastor placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing off a bit of snow that had landed there with utmost care.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I should have come with you, I shouldn't have said the things I said, I sh-"

"I love you."

She couldn't hold the words in anymore. Icicles of tears tinkled like glass as they fell from her cheeks and landed on the floor.

"I... I love you, Alastor. I can't... I always regretted... I..."

"Me too."

He pulled her back into his arms, this time holding her body tightly to his. The cold burned but he didn't care. The whistling of the wind outside seemed to quiet.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I am so sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

Y/n pulled back, cupping Alastor's face in her hands.

"Never again."

"Never what, my love."

"Never again will I be parted from you."

"I thought I'd never see you again." Alastor admitted, "I was beginning to lose hope."

"Me too, me too."

"Never again."

"Never again."

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Next Part -> Day Lilies (Alastor x Blizzard demon!Reader x Angel!OC)

A/N I am such a little slut for a good reunion scene.

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[peterparkersnose]

Three Years

pairing: Javi Pena x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: anxiety, reader has a child, angst if you squint, re connection of the two characters, reader has a liking of photography, out of character javi but who cares (i crave this man domestically)

a/n  babies! the pedro wave recently has me worried. i dont want them to make him into eddie munson/joe quinn bc i cannot loose pedro (ive been a fan since march ‘22) and i will be heartbroken if it becomes embarrassing to stan this wonderful man. tell me he doesnt look good in that gif god damn. any narcos inaccuracies I apologize I havent watched it since the summer

summary Javi reconnects with his former fling (the ambassador’s daughter) and finds out a secret

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His palms were sweating. Maybe it was the Texas heat, or maybe for once in his life Javier Peña was actually nervous.

He sat parked on the busy street of San Antonio trying to muster up the courage to knock on your door.

2213 Ace Street, San Antonio, Texas. Y/N.

The crumpled up post it note Steve had hastily written your address down on. It was his final goodbye gift to Javi, handed over to him secretly through a handshake.

Javi figured he pulled it from a classified document. You were the ambassador to Colombia’s daughter anyways, it’s not like your address would just be laying around in the Colombian embassy.

He felt a bit out of place in the expensive neighborhood. Everyone around seemed to glare at him in his tight jeans. Maybe it was all in his head, he wasn’t sure. Anxiety seemed to overshadow his unbeatable confidence that day. He stared at the house numbers trying to figure out which one was yours.

2205, 2208… 2211

2213

Your townhome was nice. Natural brick house, a bit large for just yourself.

After all these years, you have had to move on. Three years with no contact. There was no way you were still single. And the size of this house was just living proof that you had moved on.

Three years. Javi stood with his hands on his hips, glaring down the avenue at the setting sun. When the secret relationship was exposed, it had all been swept under the rug. The facade of close friends the two of you had been putting on was figured out by your father. One of Javi’s biggest regrets was letting you leave and go back to the states. He didn’t want to admit it then, but he knew.

He was in love.

Three years. Javi couldn’t believe it.

He swallowed sharply. Three years, he had to at least see you. Be in your presence one more time, even if it was just to say a proper goodbye. The crumpled up post it returned to his pocket as he made his way up your steps.

The doorbell was an antique painted white; typical for these upscale neighborhoods. He rung it, and prayed you weren’t home.

His stomach dropped when he heard your sweet voice.

“Coming!”

The door whistfully opened. Your hair was tied back and you had an apron on over your outfit. Flour was smeared over the apron along with other various baking ingredients Javi couldn’t name.

Your expression fell from ‘I think my package I ordered is here’ to a face Javi couldn’t even explain. Confusion mixed with such an unannounced wave of hurt.

Silence and stares became the moment as your soft radio in the background ended its song and switched to a commercial.

“Hi,” Is all that he could manage to say. He let out a breathe of air he had felt like he had been holding for years.

“H-hi.” you stuttered, giving him one more glance to make sure this was real.

“What are you doing he-” you began to say, but you were interrupted.

“Mommy!” said your son, trotting in from the kitchen to find the two of you standing there. Your back stiffened as you took in a sharp breath. “The cakes, there big! Too big.” the child exclaimed, waving his hands in the air to tell the story.

“Shit, Grant!” you scolded your son, scooping the boy up in your arms and whisking him back to the kitchen.

“One second, Javier!” you called from the kitchen. His stomach seemed to turn at the use of his name. His full name.

He stood dumbfounded at your door. So you had moved on.

Javi slowly entered your house. Pictures hung on your wall; he recognized one from a date he took you on. He hated hiking, but the beautiful sights were just too good to miss in Colombia. He could see the corner of the picnic blanket in the photo, remembering the nice time together. Pictures of the boy were hung, of course. Baby photos and photos looking like they were taken yesterday of Grant were in various frames around the house.

His heart stopped when he saw the one picture sitting on your fireplace. An easy one to miss, but he spotted it.

You, himself, Steve, and Connie all smiling at the bar you used to frequent. Wouldn’t your spouse be mad about those pictures being on display?

“I see you let yourself in,” you said, entering the room once again. “I can go, I’m sorry but… you still have these?” he asked. Your eyes widened as he mentioned leaving.

“Your welcome to stay, please, have a seat if you’d like.” you offered, taking off your apron and hanging it on a hook. Javi could sense your shock. “Wouldn’t your husband be upset? I mean with our history…”

“No husband.” you said with a tight lipped smile. “Just me and Grant.”

“Your son?” Javier asked, looking down the hallway leading to your kitchen. There he saw the boy peeking out behind the wall. Once they made eye contact, he gasped and retreated the kitchen.

“How did you find me?” you asked, ignoring the question. “I… had help?” he said, trying not to throw Steve under the bus. He took the post it note out of his pocket and handed it to you. “Steve’s handwriting,” you chuckled to yourself. His distinct chicken scratch was hard to not recognize.

“I saw that you finally got that bastard,” you scoffed. “I was so relieved when I saw Escobar was killed on the news. It was strange, though. Seeing you and Steve through a screen.”

“Yeah,” Javi awkwardly laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Would you like to meet him?” you asked, biting the bullet. “Escobar?” Javi asked, furrowing his brow in confusion. “No,” you chuckled, turning around to see your snooping son again.

“C’mere,” you said sweetly, giving into the child’s interest in this stranger.

Grant came running and hit your form so hard you almost fell forwards on your knees. “Careful baby,” you chuckled, caressing his dark brown hair as he hid behind your legs.

“This is Javier,” you introduced your son to the mysterious man.

“From stories?” Grant asked, peeking out behind your legs. “Yes, baby. Like from the stories.”

Javier’s heart seemed to drop. This kid has heard stories about him before? No father around, no husband? Tell me why this kid was starting to look more and more like his mother.

He didn’t want to admit the very possible truth to himself.

“He got the bad guy?” Grant asked, now holding on to your hand. He was still very obviously weary about Javier. “Mhm,” you said, crouching down next to Grant. “Remember the TV a few weeks ago? When they caught the bad guy?” you asked your son. He looked at Javi intensively.

Your eyes met Javi’s and you felt the guilt consume you. You had to do it; even if the pit in your stomach was about to erupt out in vomit. You had to.

“He’s yours.”

“No,” Javi immediately responded. He didn’t mean to give such a negative response, he was just stuck in a haze in this new reality.

He was a father.

“Your kidding?” he asked, a hand coming to his forehead and sliding down his face. “Your the only guy I slept with in Colombia.”

“What’s his name? Full name,” he asked. “Grant Javier Peña.”

Grant looked up to his mother when she said his name. “He turned two in April,”

A silent tear rolled down Javier’s face as a hand moved to his mouth. It was early January. He had about a two and a half year old son. The little boy that had now moved to playing with action figures on the floor in front of him was his; his own flesh and blood. Half of him, half of you.

“And your father?” he anxiously asked, rubbing his hands together. “He wasn’t pleased. Doesn’t visit much anymore anyways,” you scoffed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said, trying to keep his tone steady. “I wasn’t allowed. I promise, I begged my father through my whole pregnancy. I tried letters, ways to get to Steve or Connie. Nothing. I had given up hope after his first birthday.”

“And you did this all alone?” he asked you, standing up to embrace you. His hands took yours as you shook your head yes. You bit your lip, trying your best not to cry. You wrapped your arms around his chest and felt his heartbeat. It was beating fast.

“I’m so sorry, mi amor.” he whispered in your ear. “What can I do?”

“Whatever you need to,” you said, breaking the hug. “I know it isn’t easy. It’s a hard decision. I’ve been doing it alone now for almost three years. If you don’t want to be involved, Javi, I completely understand.”

“No, no.” he said. “I… if you’ll have me, I’ll stay.”

“Javi-”

“No questions. My decision, I’m here for you two. Emotionally, financially, whatever you need from me.” “That’s asking too much, just maybe give it some time to think about-”

“I’ve been thinking about you every day for three years, Y/N. I am absolutely sure about my decision.”

“Mama,” Grant asked, turning around to look at the two of you standing above him. “Play?”

Grant approached Javi cautiously, holding a G.I. Joe figurine in his hand. He offered the toy to his father. “Play?” he asked once again. Javier looked to you; you shook your head in approval.

The sight of your son and his father playing together was enough to make you happy for a lifetime.

Javier was cautious. His experience with children was basically non existent. “Who is he?” he asked in his softest voice he could think of. “Joe! This Jack, Jasmine, Kevin, Gumball and…”

Javi listened as his son named off all of his action figures along with some stuffed animals strewn across the room.

You slowly crept to your bedroom where you kept your camera hidden away. Adjusting the settings, you hid behind the couch to get a perfect angle of this moment you never wanted to forget.

Snap!

Both of the boys turned around to see you standing behind the couch. “No picture!” Grant complained, stomping his tiny fist on the ground. A smile spread to Javi’s lips as he saw his son squirm.

“I’m sorry baby. Keep playing.” you said, placing the camera on a desk in the living room.

“Mommy take pictures a lot.” Grant sighed, picking up another action figure and kept on playing.

This was definitely going on your wall.

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[ikoarts]

September 2023 Art

train derangement in full swing x

vvv dates + info under the cut vvv

1 - 03/09/2023 : really wanted to draw Ru n Toni in some eveningwear, was a fun opportunity to draw Toni a bit more masc... shes so hot wtf!!! i love these ladies

2, 3 - 04/09/2023 : a Trixie pen doodle, which I ended up turning into a full digital piece..... which i procrastinated on for months, but hey at least i Did finish it! also a little human TTTE au doodle... its Diesel and hes silly... i doodled him in the oingo boingo only a lad pose bc, damn, he really is only a lad

4 - 05/09/2023 : another human Diesel, i did end up tweaking a lot of these initial human designs, so don't get too comfy with em, but oh my.. could it be... Goopy makes another boingo reference? how peculiar that never ever happens..... anyway Perfect System is my fave Diesel song.. in my head is an AMV that will never be made

5, 6, 7 - 06/09/2023 : first, some ideas for my human Edward, thought i might as well include these, for the craic i guess x ... then a rare one of Toby (i havent drawn him since.. i should change that) and Diesel, then that one barbie meme with Edward n James, dont get comfy with either of these designs coz they're not sticking x

8 - 07/09/2023 : a pencil drawing emerges.. Eddie again, with his initial design i was gonna go with, i think the side profile is especially cute..

9 - 09/09/2023 : aaand heres the design i've currently settled on! im much happier with this, and its one of my fave drawings of last year, even if its nothing too special, hes just so cute, and thats really it

10 - 10/09/2023 : silly phone doodle of my human percy.. he drank 2 meny monsters.. cuz i think he would ig.. splort on the floor

11, 12 - 15/09/2023 : another silly (very quick) phone doodle.. i like the idea of Edward taking Diesel under his wing and nobody else can quite understand why, ALSO Edward n Emily friendship? lets go... gays stick together and listen to belinda carlisle its true

13 - 17/09/2023 : YET ANOTHER silly one... oo shes so silly so quirky... i just think if Edward ended up in TATMR he would destroy D10 like thats probs why he wasnt included... hes too powerful

14, 15, 16 - 21/09/2023 : human Diesel shenanigans, first isnt my fave thing ive done and again his design is now outdated BUT the little one of him flipping you off is so funny to me like you get em lil guy!! also Edward again big surprise. holding his little gremling

17 - 29/09/2023 : watched tobias and the last pariah and all i could think about was this meme of the brown eyes vs blue eyes thing so i doodled them on my phone

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[shwarmii]

You know the books and like Clarisse and I haven't read the books yet, so maybe you can explain something for me? They say the gods don't always claim their kids especially if they don't have 'glory' yet, and they say (and I see on tumblr) that Ares doesn't like his girls, and he's overly mean and almost abusive to Clarisse, but she's HIS.

Does it ever say when/why he claimed her? Was it a possession thing even though he doesn't at first like her or approve of her? Did she do something special and he went yup that's my kid I guess?

this ask is referencing this post

oooooh, okay, uh... important things to note: (1) i have chronic memory loss, (2) i havent read these books in years, so let's see how i do from what i remember lmao

regardless, thank you for asking me a question! very sweet that you thought id have the answer

the answer will be a bit of a spoiler in terms of world-building, so lemme just

⚠️ pjo world-building + mild plot spoilers below ⚠️

so, the last book in the first series ("Percy Jackson and the Olympians") reveals most of the unclaimed kids are actually the demigod children of minor gods

these minor gods were implied to have been fearful of what might happen to their kids if their kids were claimed. because then, their kid would need their own cabin, and a minor god getting a set-up right next to the big 12 could cause anyone in said big 12 to percieve that act as a slight, and might take out that fury on either the said minor god in question OR their newly claimed kid. not even Hestia had a cabin for her kids, and she used to be in the main 12 until she stepped down for Dionysus to be amongst the big 12 instead (when the minor gods are allowed cabins, she gets cabin 21). Percy Jackson is the one who makes the demand that every god claims their kid within a time-frame of arriving at Camp Halfblood, which then gives the minor gods a pass to claim their kid without being worried they or their child will be punished for doing so

Riordan makes this a very small reveal, considering how important it is. but Percy isn't friends with any unclaimed kids really, all the people Percy meets who are new to Camp get claimed within the book they are introduced in. so there's no one to really be our emotional throughline for that reveal, nobody for fans to theorize who such-and-such's godly parent might be. it takes up only a few paragraphs, unfortunately, not much; definitely not a full chapter. i dont remember if there were any stragglers from the big 12's kids who had been unclaimed up to that point? i dont think there were many, if any. it sets up and disillusions in one go that the whole "you get claimed if you are worthy" as having been an assumption the kids made to find "logic" (in a self-deprecation way, similar to how divorced kids or kids of a single parent may "logic" their parental situatuon as their own fault) to their unclaiming

however, the toxic notion of "achieve glory = godly parental attention" is still prevelant in the claimed kids too. it is why Clarisse targets Percy; he comes into camp having already fought a minotaur and won? him doing that sets off her insecurities about not being worthy and makes her jealous, which is why she goes after him so often before Percy's first quest. there's very few chances for kids at camp Halfblood to prove themselves, unless they leave; and they only can leave by either sneaking out (and dying, or at least risking death) or going on a quest (which also risks their deaths). so any chance to prove themselves for glory, in friendly or unfriendly ways, is highly covetted

i mention this because Clarisse HAS proven herself to her dad in some way. her electric spear is from Ares. now, because we dont get a lot of gossip about WHY Ares gave her a gift (esp since he isnt the gift-giving sort. he values violence/battle prowress, strategy, and victory (regardless of if that is an "honorable victory" or not)). she likely proved herself in an above-average way from her cabin-mates but not in a legendary way. if it had been legendary, we wouldve heard about how she got her spear when people were warning Percy about Clarisse. and we know Clarisse didn't earn her spear as a reward for a quest (or as "good luck" gift before a quest), because Clarisse's first quest comes in a later book. but yeah, makes it all the harsher in this world where it is so hard to get godly parental attention that Percy broke the one token of it that Clarisse had (and, no, Ares never replaced it. tho Clarisse does get a new spear called "Maimer"; but all the kids, including her cabin-mates, call it "Lamer" behind her back unfortunately), and Percy breaking her spear definitely adds to her hatred of him. so Clarisse HAS proven herself to her dad once. and it is unlikely that she did something so great that he claimed her and gave her a spear in one go. so the two (her being claimed and her getting the spear) are likely unrelated events

now, did she prove herself in order to get claimed? perhaps. the big 12 gods tend to claim their kids as a reward within their first year or less of being there (fucked up that Poseidon chose "good job humilating that Ares girl who misdirected her anger to be at you" for Percy's, but okay). it isnt until Percy Jackson wins the war that he demandingky bargins for all gods to claim their kids. but yeah, out of the big 12 (minus the Big Three, minus Artemis, and minus Hera = 7 gods), they all are decently prompt when it comes to their own kids. they are implied ot have been, at least. again, very few stragglers, if any, that were not the demigods of minor gods within the books

Dionysus especially was prompt (bc he is AT the camp). which, i know this is a tangent, but i gotta talk about Dionysus as a godly parent because the books barely do. but part of his punishment regarding being exiled to Camp Halfblood isnt just about his punishment being no throwing parties and no Olympus. his punishment is his own kids, and not in the way that initially sounds. Camp Halfblood kids dont live long. theyre considered lucky to make it to college-age, and absurdly lucky to get to their 30s. Percy himself never imagines himself getting older. this fucked up lifespan is resolved in many ways thanks to the "Heroes of Olympus" series. but, before then? Dionysus' exile is about being forced to be a present figure in his kids' life and watch them all die tragically young, being forced to help bury them. he's actually very traumatized from it all. he even begs Percy at one point to keep an eye out for any Dionysus kids during the war's final battle; and he even runs up to some of his kids who survived (i think? it was his twin girls?) and hugs them, crying. we dont get to know any of Dionysus' kids through virtue of none of them being friends of Percy, so we don't get to really know how Dionysus is like as a parent, especially as a godly one that is very present in his kids' lives. we get glimpses of him in the background, and for a guy who misdirects all his bitter anger about his exile onto the campers who are not his kid... he sounds lovely to his own kids? idk, thats at least from what i remember. shitty and bitter to other kids at camp, very loving in a quiet and traumatized way to his own. its not an excuse but it does make sense. (its also why he hates Percy; his presence means dangerous things will happen as long as he is alive, which therefore puts his own kids in danger. ...maybe thats why Percy isnt friends with any of Dionysus' kids, maybe he forbade them from getting close to Percy? idk)

but yeah, the big 12 are all p good about claiming their kids in the book, in retrospect once its revealed that the unclaimed children are largely the minor gods' kids. the timeline Percy forces them into does demand they somewhat untangle the "claimed as a reward" aspect too which is nice, they now just have to claim their kids p much as they are (unless their kid doesnt something great FAST), and not during a moment where it is good for the godly parent's image to be associated with this "moment of glory"

that being said, that doesn't mean Ares is a good dad in the books. the one moment we do see Ares and Clarisse together is in a later book, and she is uncomfortable in his presence and one time even flinches around him. i dont think Ares physically abuses his kids, mostly because i dont think he is present enough in any of his kids' lives to find a fucked up "reason" to hit them (i would not be surprised if the flinch and whatnot was from a sparring match gone too rough the last time they met tho). i think it is more so a flinch because Mrs. La Rue likely has gone after similar men to Ares, therefore making visual markers of Ares (eg. a leather jacket, motorcycle, etc) triggers to Clarisse's mind to be on guard as these other men have been unpredictable and/or abusive; and Ares hasnt been around Clarisse enough for her to trust him not to be the same nor does she trust him enough to be comfortable in general around him (as it's an Event when her dad shows up, not just some Tuesday). and that's in the books. thats not accounting for the tv show deciding "Clarisse will never be good enough to Ares because she is not one of his sons" (which i think makes sense in a representation point of view; but i also think it makes less sense sense about Ares specifically. because Athena is also a god of war, and theres even evidence that Aphrodite is/was a god of war when she was initially worshipped, so Ares is aware of women being equal and capable; Ares was also the patron of Sparta, which was the city-state with the most rights for women, one of which was that it was only one that allowed women to protect themselves against their husbands. and you could also argue, due to some of his actions in his legends, that Ares protected mistreated women. however, "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" states that Olympus' move to New York meant that the gods changed to better reflect their enviroment, and Ares is the most likely best-fit to represent the Western/American brand of toxic masculinity. so. his depiction in the books works well enough for a man still in an affair with Aphrodite who upholds glory in battle as the pinnacle of human greatness, and his built-up depiction in the show to be more abusive and sexist does and doesnt make sense. i care more about representation and a good story than i do have Ares be academically perfect to how we understand his lore to have made him out to be, personally). but yeah, in both versions, he's been set up as a shitty dad. he's inattentive and lacking self-awareness at best (and, again, is still actively having an on/off affair with Aphrodite, which no doubt complicates his kids' feelings for him the same way any irl dad cheating and/or paying more attention to his girlfriend than to his kids would) in the books. which does then feed into Clarisse's relationship with him. Ares, like many of the gods, sees their kids as extentions or representations of themselves. so its good when things are good and you make them proud, but then anything you do badly then "reflects badly on them too" which can be really damaging to a kid

the only gods we see as exempt from this mindset of extension/representation (other than obviously Hera and Artemis, as neither have any biological demigod children. Artemis does have her mistresses of the hunt tho) is arguably Dionysus as aforementioned, kind of Poseidon as he keeps trying to connect with Percy (also maybe Hades for the same? we don't see him a lot, so it is hard to tell), as well as Apollo kind of? Apollo had his initial personality kind of backtracked and retroactively better-dad-ified, as he got his own POV book series ("The Trials of Apollo"), which includes a very heartfelt scene for when he got reunited with his son, Will Solace. so the gods arent terrible parents with all the same ideaologies, but they are absent more than they are present (with the exception of Dionysus, whose punishment is to be present and get attached 💔 not an encouraging move, guys)

which brings up another important point: that we dont really get other points of view in the first series, Percy is all we get. and though Clarisse is his ally (i love that Riordan did not have her betray the camp for the war in the first series. she just doesnt fucking like Percy lol), she is his most argumentative ally. in order for the reader to know Clarisse's backstory and know if she had to earn her claiming or not (which again: i dont think she had to. she may have been manipulated to think she did tho via the whole "i will claim you as a reward/i will claim you when it makes me look good and i can have some of your spotlight" bit), as well as learn how she earned her electric spear from Ares that Percy broke, Clarisse or someone close to her would have to sit down and tell Percy about it. and Clarisse wouldnt do that because she is not close with Percy; and nobody close to Clarisse would do that because they know Clarisse would feel betrayed if they talked about her private stuff to anybody, Percy or otherwise. all we really know about Clarisse La Rue's backstory is she was born in Phoenix, Arizona; and the satyr who led her to Camp Halfblood was Gleeson Hedge. that's it.

and i have a lot of complaints about how Rick Riordan writes (mostly how he writes women and people of color, especially women of color. but other parts of his writing does suck too). and part of the novel aspects of the new show is it allows "Percy Jackson and the Olympians" have a new re-write with a team of writers (which does still include Riordan), so there are likely things that will be changing. hopefully, unclaimed children will have a spotlight (i would love to have a show-exclusive character be unclaimed, but thats unlikely to happen). again, i havent seen the show yet, but it is possible that they will not follow the books in the aforementioned claiming details and will instead go "no, all claimings happen in a moment of glory", rather than "it was going to happen if you were a kid of the main 12 regardless, and we are just waiting to do it when it most looks good for us to announce you are ours". maybe they will explain the circumstances around Clarisse's claiming and spear, i dunno. the first series of books are all written in First Person POV and limited to just Percy's, and the nature of television is to be more Third-Person Omniscient, so there is a good chance we will learn things outside of what Percy knows this time around

but yeah! that's the climate around claiming and parenthood at Camp Halfblood, which even impacts claimed kids post-claiming; and everything we know about Clarisse past and her relationship with Ares before Percy Jackson arrives (at least in the books, lol) if you read this far, i do apologize that this is very long and that i kind of meander into some tangents. i have a habit of overexplaining. however, i hope that makes sense!✌️

#never did i imagine id get asked a clarification question on pjo lmao #didnt mind it tho! thanks for the fun time ♡ #clarisse la rue #percy jackson show #percy jackon and the olympians #ares pjo #pjo ares

[favorjtecrime]

Tired

vance hopper x yamada!reader

one | two | three | four

Soft blue orbs stared back into your (e/c) eyes. He knelt down in front of you with bloody knuckles and sweat that seemed to glisten in the moonlight. You tried sitting up, but the moment you attempted to move, pain shot through your body which suggested for you to stay down. “don’t move idiot, obviously it’s going to hurt” Vance said while watching you lay back down with your head facing the sky. It hurt to even move your face from the amount of punches you had took but you were able to get out a pained ‘thank you’ while he scoffed. “take this” he took off his iconic jean vest that he wore everywhere and layed it over your beaten body. It didn't warm you up as much as you hoped it would, but the thought counted. “I need to go home” you sat up, still in pain but going slow not to cause too much struggle. “Can you help me get up?” Vance stared at you with an angry stare after your question “are you stupid? There's no way you can walk three blocks down in your condition.” You were a bit surprised by his sudden protectiveness. Vance and you havent spoke in months, you two were the same age and had been in the same class together for years. You knew how he looked in first grade with his two front teeth fallen out and you remembered buying slurpee’s with him in your freshman year when your date had suddenly abandoned you at the grab-n-go which left you sobbing next to the pinball machine. But despite your many encounters, the two of you weren't close, Vance was a rogue. He was always in some sort of trouble with the law and had a reputation that warned everyone in America to stay away from him while you were one of the town’s golden girls, a dream girl who excelled in cheer and held a high popularity status. The only thing that truly connected you two was the past summer. Bruce, Amy and your parents had driven out of town to stay at a family friend’s house for a few weeks while you stayed in town because you were working and weren't exactly itching to go. But when you stayed home, the house felt off. The living room that normally had the overlapping of Amy with her dolls and your fathers baseball games that always got him riled up and screaming, was now quiet. You couldn't even sleep in your room either, you were used to falling asleep to Bruce’s loud radio that blasted through the thin walls that separated your rooms, but now the dead silence only makes you stay up longer than sleep faster. It would take you hours to sleep which really made you regret not asking for at least one week off of work to go on the trip with the rest of your family. Being at home alone gave you a sense of newfound dread, which is how you found yourself on a park bench at 4 am eating a slim jim you had found hidden away in Bruce’s desk. You sat in silence while taking small bites of the meat stick before hearing fast footsteps. Your head moved to see who the stranger was, and that's when you saw Vance hopper. He had a bloody nose and seemed to be beaten up more than usual, especially considering he was normally the fighter and not the runner. He stopped for a second before huffing and turning his head to meet your eyes. “Oh, hey..” you said, feeling awkward that you were caught staring at him. “Shut up” “sorry” the two of you exchanged another glance before you went back to staring at the slim jim. “Hey dipshit, get up” he limped a bit towards you as you hurriedly got off the bench that he sat down on. “Are you alright?” he looked hurt, and normally vance hopper was not the one to show pain like this. “Dont ask stupid questions like that” he responded, you looked down to see a deep cut in his left arm. “Oh, my god” your words came out louder than you wanted but it was too late. “Didn't I tell you to shut up! Just get out of here before I do the same shit to you.” you flinched at his harsh words before stuttering to get your words out “house.. My house it's j xy ust down the street. I promise it's not too far of a walk, and i- and I can bandage you up. My family is gone so you won't have to worry about anyone else seeing you, please”

#finney blake #brady hepner #bruce yamada #miguel cazarez mora #the black phone #the black phone x reader #billy showalter #bruce yamada x reader #madeline mcgraw #robin arellano #vance hopper x you #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper imagine

[vhagarswar]

Ranking all Targ males from least scary to most scary for the spooky season! (TV ONLY) and explaining why.🎃🎃

This list was made on who made the biggest impression on me, not ‘’who would win in a fight’’ for we all know it would be mr ‘’i dont want it’’ plot armor. I included both GOT and HOTD here and some men apparently had bastards off-screen but unless i saw one i'm not keeping track of the lot sorry.

I don’t read books so….

16. Daeron. 

I don’t know, he is not even in the show. What is he doing on this list? Oh yeah, he might be in season 2. Well, sir, I hope you bring some serious drama to the screen. Right now I'm not impressed. At all. Because you don’t exist. At all. 

Threat level: -100 (he does not exist at this point imo) method of defeat: Pull his hair? (idk)

15: Viserys I Targaryen.

Viserys is a good kind man, but a horrible father to most of his children. He had a dragon once, but that dragon died. He had two wives and showed himself a righteous, good and kind rare Targaryen who should have given his Green children more love and attention and raised them better as well (I said what I said) That said, Viserys is no real threat to anyone or anything, as he proved countless times that he lets people walk all over him (Corlys, Alicent, Rhaenyra) and that there are no real consequences when it comes to him. 

Threat: -20 method of defeat: Hide his crown or put a whoopy cushion on his throne (Heart-attack)

14. Viserys (Little viserys)

Not really impressed by Viserys so far, or even scared. I think it will depend how the show will continue if we will ever see how Viserys (Daenyra’s son) will grow up. I don’t count it as first appearance points, so he can rise in ranking should he grow up to be as terrifying as his uncle and daddy. 

Threat:0 (child) method of defeat: bedtime.

13. Jaehaerys II Targ (The son of Aegon/Aemond and Helaena)

Nothing that impressive going on either, nothing to be afraid of at this moment as well, aside from the fear that I could accidentally step on his toes or something. We must wait and see if we will see if Jaeh grows up to be as terrifying as his uncle or daddy depending on what you believe.  

Threat:0 (Child) method of defeat: Give him cheese (lactose intolerance)

12. Aegon (Child of Rhae and Daemon)

Again we will see how the show handles his aging, his possible warcrimes and how insane he will become if he ever becomes insane. Ranked above Jaeh because I believe that Rhaes and Daemons children would be more chaotic because Daemon would raise his kids, Aegon ignores them. 

Threat:0 (Child) method of defeat: peek-a-boo.

11. Maelor (Child of aegon/aemond and Hel.)

Once more we need to show how the show handles him. I haven’t seen him burn puppies on screen or rip his sister’s dolls to shreds so we will wait and see if and how Maelor will live up to his namesake. 

Threat: 0 (child) method of defeat: tear his favourite toy to pieces/Tell him his mother loves his brother more.

10. Joffrey (Child of Rhae and Harwin)

Joffery is a child so we havent seen his heights and lows yet, but he does slightly scare me more than most kids. Why? Because he's the youngest. Youngest children are always a bit more spoiled, get away with a lot more (i am a youngest child). But thats all speculation we dont know how this brave strong boy will become scary if at all.

 Threatlevel: 0 (child) method of defeat: Challenge his bravery and manipulate him into doing something dangerous.

9. Jaehaerys I targaryen. 

This is the old king that opens the show, so to speak. We see him sitting at the council. He apparently was a very good king, reigning over nearly sixty years of peace and prosperty. Now that’s rare in the Targaryen family. We applaud him, but we don’t fear the old man. At least I don’t. Not once. He's higher than Viserys because he is older, older people get forgetful he might become as Vhagar and accidentally commit war crimes but we didnt see any of that sadly.

Threat: 3 (but dead) method of defeat: Take him for a stroll/let him explain the targaryen family tree to you (heartfailures)

8. Unnamed bastard of Aegon II

This child is the most terrifying on the list because he grew up fighting and not the kind that the royals do with pretty swords and tourneys he has to learn how to fight for himself or he could die. I was pretty disgusted (by aegon ofc) when I saw this innocent little boy sitting there, without his parents or a guardian in an environment that horrible. A horrible environment makes for horrible people. I hope we will see more of this bastard in season 2.  Threat: 2 (child with fighting skills) method of defeat: Tell him his father will come back after he gets milk.

7. Lucerys ‘’Velyaron’’/Targaryen.

Lucerys proved himself right from the start to be a sweet, kind boy. He could not face injustice and was very small and kinda not that important compared to his brother Jace (imo) until he took Aemonds eye and possibly arguably, and most certainly, played a big part in the start of the civil war that drives that wonderful story. Lucerys was shy, perhaps, a bit too sweet, yes but he was a skilled dragonrider, as was shown in his final moments. (this is not sarcasm, i think most dragons wouldnt have survived vhagar that long) Lucerys proves that even in death he could be a plague to Aemond that he will never be free of, being both ionic and yet sweet to his loved ones.  

Threat: level 4. (but sadly, turned into a dragon meal/dead) method of defeat: Remind him that death comes for everyone/Offer him a dragon-omelette.

6. Jacaerys ‘’Velyaron’’/Targaryen.

Jace. He showed right up when his mother needed an heir, he is loved by many, good, sweet, so boring-I MEAN EH-. Jace is …decent with a sword, he would beat me but so would the children on this list. Jace is a good, kind person that almost equals Jon snow in got. There is not much going on for his darkness or emotions, I think the closest thing he got to being scary was when Aegon hit on Baela, i loved his little speech. BUT: I do hope we see another darker side of Jace, as he now is not really annoying me, but I have this feeling he can be more. There can be more struggle for him as in morally. His brother has just died, so I assume we will get it. I hope to see more scenes of Jace in general, more info on him as well. 

Threat: Level 5 Method of defeat: Say you need a ‘’Strong’’ boy to roll a tv into a classroom/ Hit on Baela.

5. Jon Snow.

Right from the start of the show we see that Jon is a loyal but lost puppy who would never ollow his own dreams and would rather follow someone else’s. We see him as a skilled warrior and that might be terrifying to his enemies, but as a viewer I could see he is a golden retriever, loyal, sweet, kind. The only moment I feared Jon was when he was brought back to life but he was himself so…nothing to fear i guess? Yet we fear him for his plot armor. Threat: 7 (Plot armor king) method of defeat: Remind him that Arya killed the night king, or offer him a throne.

4. Aegon II (Son of Viserys I, Alicent Hightower)

Aegon is a raper, a usurper and he can be terrifying for those two reasons alone. HOWEVER; There is something hiding beneath those little hobo locks and his bright eyes. Aegon is dangerous in another way. He is medicore with a sword, not caring for duty, nor his destiny. But what he does care for is inflicting drama, and he is pretty damn good at it. He is chaotic and sadistic, and does clearly not care who or what he destroys as long as he has his fun. That makes him dangerous. Aegon is luckily too much of an idiot to form a real threat but he does terrify me. 

(Threat: 8 Level of defeat: Chastity belt/Rehab.)

3. Viserys III Targaryen (Son of IDK and IDC)

‘’WHAT?!’’ This man has what we call ‘’First Targ privilege.’’ He is the first male Targaryen I saw on screen. And he absolutely terrified me. I didn’t think he was sexy for it or hot, or anything. I wanted him off my screen asap. But there is more than his privilege. The other Targaryen males in this list struggle perhaps for position, for glory and worth but Viserys III has already lost it all. He is foolish, gullible and imo the inbreeding has gone on longer so therefore he has a higher risk of insanity. Aemond and Daemon are scary for who they are and for who the world made them to be, but Viserys is terrifying for he has lost everything, and is willingly to risk it all to get back what he wants. That makes him scary to me. But mostly also the first part.  Threat: 8 (insanity) level of defeat: telling him he is no dragon and gifting him a pot of gold.

2. Daemon Targaryen (The Rogue Prince)

Daemon is a complicated man. He is put second, many times. He is forced to marry a woman he does not love. But there is more to Daemon than his crimes/tragedy. He is a chaotic man with quite the strategic mind, the resources, the name, the titles and the courage to back up his chaotic plans and plots. He is also quite attractive which he is very aware of. He rides the biggest dragon in the world. I think there were multiple moments Daemon was terrifying. For example his introduction. i didn’t notice at first, but he was sitting the throne. I didnt knew at the time but that is considered high-treason. he was committing sorta treason right when he was introduced. I dont mind though he looked hot sitting that iron ugly thing. Next scene we see him kill his wife, behead a man and eventually we see him even choke our beloved disney princess Rhae-rhae and for that he can burn. But Daemon does prove himself to care about others. He can be capable of emotions, of good will and good deeds….For the right price.

Threat: ten. Method of defeat: Telling him he can’t do something, mock him or win from him.

Aemond Targaryen

Aemond has many flaws and skills that make him as terrifying as Daemon perhaps even more. Daemon is very readable. You can read him and his actions/plots what he does next very well, as he is logical semi-healthy man. Now Aemond? Aemond does not wear his heart on his sleeve and is often hiding that away/

It kinda comes close to what the actor of Aemond said in a interview: ‘’Just because Aemond is smiling does not mean he is happy.’’ He is basically hiding his emotions very well, and even if he is happy he is ready to go for it any moment (his sudden outburst by the baratheons) there is also the matter of his lost eye and how he became a sword man nevertheless. There is something terrifying about Aemond and it's his dedication. To everything: To his duties, to his family, to destroying his enemies and learning. He does not want to be better than the Strong boys, he wants to be the best. He believes himself superior, better, and stronger than Aegon but his sense of loyalty binds him to Aegon. I hope we see more of his war crimes tbf and more of his dark side. We saw a very mild version of his book counterpart (huh but didnt you say you didnt read-) Oh i did read Aemonds parts and It scared me xD. So Aemond is terrifying not because he is stronger than Daemon, but because he is chaotic as Daemon, second born as daemon, never enough as Daemon and Aemond has a score to settle with the rest of the world or whoever he thinks hurt him. 

THREAT: Ten (SAME AS DAEMON!) method of defeat: Give him a hot woman, a castle and an army and you won't see him even if you would invade his home, hold his mother hostage and commit crimes in the city he grew up in.

CONCLUSION

 When I made this list I already knew: It was going to be between Aemond or Daemon, there was no other way for it. I knew I was going to put Jon last and I knew it was going to be controversial af. Yet i hope you enjoyed it. I did my best to make it kinda funny lol.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #daemon targaryen #Jon snow #Game of thrones #Viserys I Targaryen #Viserys II targaryen #Viserys III targaryen #Aegon II targaryen #Aegon iii targaryen #Hotd shitpost

[kozmeek]

the dog days are over

november 3, 2023 -19:05

lots of things happened in the past 3 months, i dont even know where to begin. i went off the grid just because i was feeling lost and wanting to be found. what happened after is fucken surprising.

in the past 3 months: i got myself in mapua, but i had to back up on the last minute for another opportunity. and that opportunity is with multiple universities offering specialized degree that is related to my job, where my years of study will be lessened depending on my career credentials. although i havent pulled out my enrollment in mapua, im torn between two things. my heart is telling me to choose mapua and live the "college life" i never experienced, but my head is telling me to be practical and get that business degree.

speaking of my career credentials, i recently got my 3rd promotion. three promotions for the past 18 months is fucken wild, i wasnt expecting this at least in 2 years, but i pulled thru anyway. i am now heading an entire business-process. holy fucking shit, aint it? also another reason why tumblr slipped out of my mind, because ive been really busy as fuck.

i would say the best part being off the grid is i had the chance to reconnect with myself, i know myself better now than i did 3 months ago. i made peace with the root causes of my traumas. on the side, im back in MMA, but yeah only for the exercise. i dont see myself fighting lol. also i get to play with my 2 best buds every weekend and just talk trash to one another (thats geron & kim. lol).

and for the longest while that felt like forever, i finally feel like im living, that im not just surviving. that this isn't just about making ends meet; that this isnt just breathing in, and out then try not to die— im living! and to that i say: the fucken dog days are over!

cheers to all us!

#1

[beaulesbian]

ok i don’t know anything about trigun except the gifs you’ve made/reblogged. should i watch it? what is the premise even?

short version: if you like characters that can fit so much trauma in them and who are trying to cover it up with acting goofy, yet still remain kind despite all their suffering - then go right ahead and watch it!

longer version:

(idk how much i can try to put into words without spoilers, and because i dont want to get something wrong, as im still trying to watch the og anime, and understand the plot there.)

it's a space western type of story. there's this guy who has a price on his head and wherever he goes some disaster happens, usually not exactly his fault, but it always seems that way to the other people?

and it all seems silly (at least for me in the first episodes for me) but it gets more angsty the more you watch.

and more silly too

(the duality of a man.)

for the new anime - trigun stampede (i got into that and understood it okay without the previous anime, but its always nice to have more content to watch, so now i'm cathing up with the og anime)

we meet him again like a goofy guy,

and honestly since that beginning it was fun and interesting to watch. plus right from the start of ep 1 you get more insight about the whole backstory there.

and theres a lot of cool relationship dynamics... (like all that gay subtext, which you probably saw from my blog bc im all about that)

but even beside them, the animation and action look rlly nice, i havent watched any anime in few years at least, and this one was just cool to watch.

and yeah, also the trauma

#hope this helped?? enjoy if you watch it #i dont want to say more about the backstory/main plot sorryy #bc it was cool to just think about that by myself as i kept watching #trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #mine #replies

[tavshortfortavern]

Little blurb where Halsin Sired A Kid the last year he was kept captive. (I havent decided the gender) Feat. My Tav

or "the time Artemis (Tav) Started Dating A Friend's Parent Accidentally"

It was a total of 3 years. He wasn't aware of the pregnancy when he made his escape out of the underdark. Reasons the matriarch would bother to have kept the pregnancy despite being illegitimate and a half drow could be a.) They wanted a daughter since they're so highly prized in drow society as a matriarchy and they only had sons with the current spouse. They could have been desperate b.) They knew the father had strong genes so kept it so at least the babe could serve the house when they were older

None of that happened.

What transpired for Halsin to break free and leave was the house being attacked by another household and every single one of his captors and the house they belonged to being killed (thats apparently what happened according to drow lore, a lot of infighting and they make sure there are no survivors) but the matriarch was alive long enough to give birth.

Now if it was just that the babe would have died in a ruined home or killed by the attackers as the mother dies soon after giving birth from injuries. SURPRISE my Tav shows up. Artemis a.k.a The Butcher strolls up to this place to assess the damages, they're not in this battle but they're high enough status in drow society to do whatever. They hear a baby crying and hurry towards it but wary it might be a trap. But they come across this crying newborn near its dead mother. The scene stabs at their heart, not even babes are spared in the underworld. Wrapping the newborn in a blanket lying nearby they do their best to sush them, less others come to investigate.

[I'm imagining a very nice shot of a tall, intimidating drow covered in blood and gore tenderly holding this swaddled babe surrounded by corpses and ruins.]

As the baby settles, finally feeling someone pick them up and warm them, Artemis begins to plan. Menzoberanzzan was no place for an innocent baby. They could take them in but even they couldn't protect them completely here. (its trauma city down here) So they sneak them out of the underdark and places them in one of those secluded drow settlements. They're taken in by nice people and would grow up to be just as large and kind as their father. Definitely takes after him, built all strong (no matter the gender) and muscle, with a shock of white hair from the other parent.

Then Artemis leaves the underdark years later and finds the drow settlement. The babe is now older and can speak, they feel a little out of place as a half drow and takes immediately to this intimidating adult drow who they kept hearing stories about and had brought them to their family. Artemis is not used to kids but lets them hang around them, answering their questions about drow culture but when asked about his parents Artemis had little information not having met them personally. Artemis would leave to become an adventurer and visit every now and then, each time the kid would grow taller, soon being eye-level with them (and Artemis is TALL for a drow).

They get old enough to be one their own and become an adventurer, asking Artemis to join their party. Artemis had become an older sibling figure to them. They learned they had an affinity for nature and became a druid but also knew how to be a ranger from Artemis (gloomstalker assassin). They get closer adventuring together in a party.

Act 1: Artemis gets kidnapped by Mindflayers and is separated from their old adventuring party. Halsin's kid and the rest of the party work to track them down and get them back but it takes a long time. Artemis teams up with the Tadfools and reaches the grove. They go and rescue Halsin. As soon as he transforms from bear to human, Artemis gets the vague feeling they've met him before but doesn't bring it up. The more they spend time around him the feeling gets stronger but the answer eludes him.

Then Halsin confesses and they get together, Artemis tells him of their old team and of course the half-drow druid. Artemis mentions he remind them of said half-drow (foreshadowing...) Halsin says he looks forward to meeting them.

Act 3: The who drow twins happens and Halsin is talking to Artemis about his time in the underdark. Artemis is obviously upset and angry for him while also getting him to reflect about it without dismissing horribleness of what happened to him. Its a genuine heart to heart. Then Halsin mentions the name of his captors, the house name. Artemis freezes.

They ask him to say it again. He does. The dots connect in their mind and their staring at Halsin with new eyes. Probably sees half-drows face right next to his and gets hit with the resemblance. First, their ecstatic that they found half-drow's father and he's a wonderful person. Second, ohnoIsleptwithmyfriend'sdad

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 halsin #bg3 brainrot #bg3 oc

[101-blueberry-101]

Shadow and Stone

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Gyomei Himejima x Reader

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none

ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕: no

"please...someone help me"

"hold on!"

that was the day I met him. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the wind pillar, had saved me from what he called a 'demon'. I was sixteen at the time and no longer had anywhere to go. so.. I followed him home.

"will you stop following me!" he yelled as I fell from a tree.

"how'd you know I was there?" I got up and dusted myself off as he remained quiet and continued to walk. "hmm? hey wait! I got some questions for you"

I ran up to him as he remained silent and slightly sped up. "how'd you do that cool swooshy thing?" I said as i waved my hands around.

"it's not just some swooshy thing! its called wind breathing now fuck off!" 'jeez what a temper'

"c'mon, don't be like that" I said clearly making him more pissed off than he already was.

"will you just fuck off! I dont want your praises or whatever so get lost!" ... is he for real

"psh, I’m not here to praise you. I want you to teach. me" 'god, this guy honestly though I was gonna praise him'

"hah! yeah right! o bother somebody else"

I didn't. I actually continued to follow him and watch him train, he made the rude obnoxious comment every now and then but he never made a move to et rid of me.

after about a year, he actually started to teach me about demons and slayers, breathing techniques and total concentration breathing and final selection. I could never properly master wind breathing that's when I met this beautiful lady called Mitsuri Kanroji.

"so you saying that I could potentially develop my own breathing technique"

"yeah! you can! once you learn one breathing technique, you can make your own based off that one!" she said as she stuffed her moth full of food.

finally, after another year I went to final selection and absolutely aced it! soon enough I made my way up to one of the top tiers in the demon slayer corpse!

all I had to do was defeat an uppermoon or a lowermoon and I could finally become a hashira.

But I never wanted to become a hashira like this.

“RENGOKU!” We had defeated a lowermoon yet standing in our way was uppermoon 3.

it all happened so fast one minute he was there with his hand straight through Rengoku the next tanjiro was slicing his arm off.

“YOU COWARD! YOU THINK YOUVE WON! BUT DEMON SLAYERS ARE ALWAYS FIGHTING IN THE NIGHT WHERE YOU HAVE THE UPPER HAND! YOU COWARD! YOU HAVENT WON! RENGOKU WON THIS BATTLE! AHHHHHHH” Tanjiro shouted insults to him as he ran away like the coward he was.

“y/n” I walked over to him. “I really do hope you become a hashira. You have clearly proven yourself today that you are worthy”

‘I’m really not though’

“everyone, I’d like you to meat the Shadow Hashira” Oyakata-sama always spoke in such a soothing way. But it didn’t stop me from thinking that I didn’t belong here

“What a poor soul” a man said as he rubbed his hands together. “I’ll pray for you”

“Thank you” and with that the annual hashira meeting began

“y/n. Gyomei I’d like you to stay for a moment” Oyakata-sama said as everyone else left.

“There is reason to believe that the lowermoons have been dismantled and that only the upper moons remain” he began and a kusagai crow flew into the room.

“but thanks to my messenger there is reason to believe that a lower moon has been hiding out near (your old village)”

“what! Sorry.” I quickly sat back down as thoughts raced through my mind.

there maybe no one left for me at my home, but still the towns folk were very nice to me.

“yes it is sad indeed, so I have decided to send you two. Hopefully this will help you get aquatinted with your fellow hashira y/n”

and with that we set off on our journey. “We’re catching a train?” I asked

“yes, if you want we can find another form of transport” I will admit I’d hoped that I never had to go on a train again, but I guess I was wrong. “no it’s ok. I’ll manage” almost no words were exchanged on our voyage. The trip took at least 4 hours and it was already getting late. I tried so hard to not fall asleep, in fear of being trapped in a dream once again.

“it’s ok” I flinched at the sudden noise. “You can sleep, I will make sure nothing hurts you, or these passengers”

I’ve only known this guy for a few hours yet I trust him with my life.

“thank you” and soon enough I fell into a peaceful slumber with his large happi draped over my shoulders

#gyomei himejima #gyomei x reader #genya shinazugawa #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #shinazuawa #xreader #oneshot #fem reader #sanemi shinaguzawa

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

I posted 668 times in 2022

That's 668 more posts than 2021!

78 posts created (12%)

590 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@cottagecoresherlock

@rhasima

@ohlooktheresabee

@ogsherlockholmes

I tagged 652 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#sherlock holmes - 493 posts

#john watson - 327 posts

#sherlock bbc - 299 posts

#fanart - 185 posts

#queue the very best of times - 137 posts

#acd canon - 127 posts

#bbc sherlock - 85 posts

#johnlock - 60 posts

#granada holmes - 57 posts

#221b baker street - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#at least thats my impression but i havent studied history and maybe thats why i feel a bit helpless attempting to approach it theoretically

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I think it's absolutely hilarious that ACD canon Dr. Watson makes a list of Sherlock Holmes' skills and weaknesses during their first week of living together. It's right after finding out that Holmes knows nothing about the solar system, and Watson is compiling the list to figure out what exactly is his flatmate's profession (but he fails and throws the list "into the fire in despair") - and, if you ask me, also because he's just so intrigued. (I mean, what kind of person makes a list about their flatmate's skill set? I lived with a lot of people at university, but I never made such a list. Don't tell me I'm the weird one here!)

So, the first hilarious thing is that Watson captions the list

✨️Sherlock Holmes - his limits✨️

He doesn't write "Sherlock Holmes - his skills" or something similar, because Holmes has doubtlessly already displayed such a weird and astonishing variety of knowledge (and bragged about it) that it feels much more satisfying to Watson to write about his limits. Watson even confesses: "I couldn't help smiling at the document when I had completed it." Just saying.

Also notice how he starts the list with the things Holmes knows nothing about.

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282 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#4

Okay, so, let’s pretend for a second the creators of the show are right and neither John nor Sherlock have any romantic feelings for each other. What do you make out of this, then?

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322 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#3

First five episodes of Sherlock: Look at me, I'm a witty show about a detective solving cases together with his best friend (???), full of funny little moments and a great aesthetic

Everything after that: Haha gotcha, no, I meant it when I said it, I will burn the heart out of you, oh, and also break every bone in your body while naming it, and I hope you drown slowly because CONGRATULATIONS, everything that will happen from now on will fill you with an aching sadness

363 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#2

I just realised that when Mycroft kidnapped John and offered him money to spy on Sherlock, he probably didn't actually want him to say yes. It was a test. He wanted to see if John was trustworthy or if his loyalty could be bought (this might also be the reason why he introduced himself as "an enemy" of Sherlock!) and would therefore pose a threat to his brother. Probably if John had said yes, Mycroft had taken all the necessary steps to prevent him from getting too close to Sherlock. (Maybe he has even done something similar before???)

425 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sherlock searching the whole flat for cigarettes like a madman is so funny because he could easily leave the flat and buy new ones, but no, he wants John to witness just how extra Sherlock is and how desperate he is and oh oh! oh! jail for John! jail for John for One Thousand Years!!!!

601 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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[venus-vermillion01]

Eternal Rest: Chapter 4: Konpira FuneFune: Ryomen x reader

Authors note: Hello everyone! I know I umm havent posted in a while but I had some writers block. But now I had an epiphany this morning on how to continue the plot and Im so excited on posting  the rest of the chapters to come soon. I was in a bit of a hurry to post this so its not well edited but I was like nnow or never. So enjoy!! :)

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Red wet sky flooded with hard white clouds. Some clouds clumped while others dispersed in singles. Then the largest of them all floated a few meters from you, with a pink soft cloud perched at the center. 

H/C hair seeped downward followed by black silks being weighed down. She only responded to his glances with her own strong stare. 

Drip, drop, Drip, Drop. The little pitter patter of Yn’s tears were miniscule hitting the blood lake, yet Ryomen grinded his teeth as he heard each cataclysmic drop make contact with the lake. Every hour Ryomen would glance upward to check on his invited guest, who at the moment has taken a liking to sitting one the ribs, that is upside down. At least his love’s hysteria has soothed into small  crying spells every now and then. Salty tears drying into fissures across her face, disturbing the intricate symbols. 

Night into day, day into night, and you still held on in your position. It wasn’t all that hard considering you were locked away for a thousand years before, this is nothing in comparison, just a change in scenery. BUT for the past three days have been dronning on for the longest it made you want to rip the hair out of your skull.Just another day in paradise, you thought. You took your own domain for granted and now you're wallowing in this rib cage one. Unintentionally you started to hum a melody from a long time ago. Feeling the little vibrations in your throat or anything in general to cause a distraction from a sprouting throb that radiated from the apex of your heart. 

You’ve never got this finicky feeling and it was cumbersome to think what it could possibly be. A fleeting image of Vn laughing crossed your mind. You rubbed your chest. Little girl is feeling pain. 

Poor girl is probably fretting and an anxious mess since your apparent disappearance. She shouldn’t worry as this is only temporary, you could assume. 

“Why don’t you sing for me?Like you used to,” Hearing Ryomen speak from above.  

You rolled your eyes, as you moved from the inferior side of the rib cage to standing on top properly. “ Why don’t I dance too?” Sarcastically bowing to accept his invitation. 

  The corner of his lip for a second curled upward. He held his hand up and a gilded blue fan appeared, tossing it to you lightly.. 

Your eyebrows scrunched together, the fan resembled one you owned if not identical. The embellishing and the smooth material glided over your fingertips. You were surprised. Not it’s a coincidence, would he truly have the energy to memorize a possession of yours. 

“I would sing for my children. You were apparently there whenever I did sing. And if you really wanted me to dance?” You said in a matter of fact tone, flinging the fan at Ryomen, catching it without trouble. 

 “You would have come down yourself. I’m not one of your mistresses you can order around ,” letting out another sigh. 

Fanning out the piece of parchment, Ryomen pondered for a moment. Still holding an unsettling smile.  He sauntered over right to you where you had to raise your chin slightly to make proper eye contact with his soulless orbs. You swallowed sharply not wanting to step back, even as your stomach twisted in anxiousness, you held your ground. 

The blue fan snapped shut in his hand, presenting it to you. He hummed. “So will you dance?”

Yns expression blanched. “I’ve forgotten how arrogant you can be.” 

“You are just as arrogant as I am my dear. Why don’t you loosen up already? It’s not like you have somewhere to be now.”

YN’s jaw clenched. Ryomen brazenly prowled closely to you, his white kimono gently brushing against you. He didn’t hear a response and he didn't expect to hear one . You were never submissive but it made it all that more enticing for him to coax you into your former self.

“Mistress is not something I would call you,”he paused, “How about my beloved queen?,”

If your eyes could roll behind your skull, they would be stuck.  

“Queen, ahh yes, now I remember correctly you had a real human queen,” sneering at even mentioning that pesky human. She was far more unworthy than any other of Ryomen’s harem to be within your presence. Yet she tolerated her out of respect and idiotic love she had for him. Those poor excuse women that would throw themselves at him and do anything to gain his favor, but in the end you may have just one of them. 

Ryomen leered at you, taking a step forward for each one you took back. “I'm getting tired of this little charade your putting,” he commented.

You furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance, anticipating the neering ledge behind you. “This isn't some charade. What did you expect from me?...

‘ Oh Ryomen san I knew it all along, after murdering me and ripping my heart out, you truly loved me. Let me fall into strong arms  and adore you with love and affection, my King. Let me be by your side like old times sake,” intentionally changing your tone to a sweetly high pitched one, mirroring that of his multiple concubines. You cringed at how you were able to mimic it perfectly. 

Ryomen continued to circle you, appearing to be amused with himself to heed your words. 

“Why don’t we play a game then?’ Offering  his palm,

Rolling your eyes, glancing behind you to see him standing a few inches away from you. you hesitated in response. On one side you wanted to ignore his pesky request but a gamble. Ryomen has always been sly and enjoyed getting what he wants through whatever means. Even as malignant as he was , Ryomen fulfilled the wishes of his many concubines albeit at their personal great loss.

Depending on the game if you can win then freedom might be a day away. Yn’s forehead creased thinking cautiously. This is no game, its a gamble. 

Shrugging her shoulders and wrapping her kimono tightly around herself before fully gazing into Ryomen’s eyes. 

“Is there a prize?” You lightly breathed.

 A spark of joy glinted in Ryomen’s eyes as he finally closed the distance between you .The scent of freshness startled you emitting from his body, expecting a putrid corpse. It was rather pleasant. 

“Anything that is within my limit,” 

“Even my freedom” “

His smile faltered into a thin line, seeing how the veins in his neck tightened.

“Like I said anything within my power,”faking a smile, “But only if you win. I get a prize as well my dearest.”

Deep down you knew that there would be some cost if you took the gamble. From binding your soul to his, to becoming his personal concubine, he could ask anything. Breathe. You chanted silently. “And what is your prize?” “ he held the fan to lips ,” well we're going to have to see who wins?” You shuttered slightly as he seemed more elated. Desire was too soft of a word to describe what you saw in that moment, but you are at his whim. 

“Tell me what game or else I won’t even think about falling into any of your traps.” 

“ No traps. Just a fair game of Konpira?” 

“ Konpira?” You sounded every syllable more in disbelief that he would suggest such a simple childish geisha game. No brute force nor jujutsu but all depending on timing and reflexes. ``2 out of three rounds. Now what is your answer?”

Yn nodded firmly. A gust of thick fog swallowed the pair, shrouding yn’s vision yet remained calm as her surroundings materialized. A well lit room by a handful of lamps illuminated the violet walls. The floors were covered in tatami, a shoji screen with a landscape of yn’s mountain painted seemed all the much more real. An aromatic sweet smell wafted throughout the air. Yn for once inhaled deeply, welcoming the familiar scent. Muscles that had been tense for the entire time of imprisonment seemed to melt away into relaxation. Ryomen notices her demeanor becoming lax, that is why he did choose this setting. 

Yn’s personal quarters he had built within his palace so she wouldn't have to travel to her dingy castle. 

 There in the center was a low wooden table with a heavy black puck lonely, two seating pillows across from one another. Unknowingly you cracked a smile when you saw three servants in the corner with their faces planted into the floor, sensing their fear and anxiety. One of the three held a biwa while the other two bowed empty handed. Like nothing has changed from her time spent here. 

The old man scoffed, taking his seat in one of the pillows. “Rules my dear. First to win two in a row wins automatically. The prize must be fulfilled no matter whatever the champion desires.”

Ryomen watched yn continue to gaze at the screen. “Hmmm” he cleared his throat, impatient. 

“If I lose, can I still ask for something?”you requested, seating yourself comfortably into the seat. 

Taking the puck into his hand, fiddling with its smooth surface. “Yes, but nothing too drastic.”

Yn hummed in agreement, knowing even if one lost there is a small prize to gain. Closing her eyes for a moment setting aside her built up frustrations and teething nerves. The sweet voices of the servants began to sing in chorus along with the biwa tuned in to begin the game. “I was once a great sorcerer Sukuna,” you said to finally open your lids. 

That is the look Ryomen urged to see, leering at your change. The sharpness in your e/c’s, and a smile that could only drive someone mad. Mania warmly embraced her consciousness, determined to win and break out of these chains. I still am.  

Yns heart drummed against her chest, matching the beat of the music, her hand grasping the puck just as quickly as Ryomen’s fist tapped the table. Biting the corner of her lip, she almost got him to skip the beat. “Cute my dear, but you're going to have to be faster than that,” Ryomen snickered, easily speaking simultaneously while staying on beat. 

“Oh honey, this is our last round. First two were only warm ups,” speaking coyly to him. He returned your answer by speeding his movement, momentarilyy faltering yet catching the movement without delay. “This is the round that…”Ryomen opened his mouth to make a comment when he felt a small tremor from the outside of his domain…Both paused  in their action, their game was put to a halt while everything around them dissolved just as before into the bony domain. “WIll have to continue this at another time my love,” he 

In the meantime Yuji was running into his own set of problems.

It would be an understatement to say you were grateful for the interruption. Your madness subsided and reality slapped you across the face. You bit the corner of your nail. “IF I LOST. RYOMEN COULD HAVE SLEPT WITH ME,” Flustering at the thought. “ How can i be so naive?” . After settling down, the redness that dotted your cheeks diminished, you focused on enjoying the entertainment playing outside of the Ryomen’s vessel. Overseeing the shadow user, a shrimp of a sorcerer and VN stuck within a poor excuse domain all from the pool of blood that made a makeshift window to the outside. No doubt that serpent like spirit must have consumed an object or a finger if you were unlucky. 

Things were quickly going out of control much to both Ryomen and your amusement. 

Poor boy. He was crying his little human heart out exclaiming he did not want to die.  

A howl pierced the air. “Seems like he’ll be having some company soon,” from the conversation with the shadow user , Yuji made it clear he’ll trade with Sukuna in order to defeat the curse. Confinement, he’ll be able to regain control over his body. 

Rolling your eyes. They're both so cocky. 

“ I’ll be back my dear. Don’t wander off too far,” you heard Ryomen say followed by a splashing. 

If he could see your scrunched face of annoyance. Where else would I go?!! 

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You debated whether you should take this opportunity to escape. 

“v/n?” Someone asked, very alarmed. 

Looking over to see the strawberry haired vessel point at you accusingly, awe and frantic written all over his face. Oh yeah you almost forgot that the brat traded places. 

Yuji was though he was occupied with trying to gain control of his body back he did not expect to see you or Vn. But something was very off the moment he saw Yn , a much more adult looking version of Vn. 

Pretty on one hand but why would Vn be here . Does that curse have some school girl fetish he didn’t know about?

Black signs, pale skin, e/c eyes and a black kimono with the left over right. It clicked. 

His face puckered, his mouth forming an oh. Yn tilted her head. “ Your Yn ln, queen of spirits.” 

“Unless you know someone else using my name then yes that would be me,” confirming his suspicion. 

“Wait why are you here? Does that mean Vn has?” It dawned on Yuji, his throat tightened and eyes stung. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. That would have meant he failed to protect someone he cared about. 

Geez what is up with this kid. Rolling your eyes to his dramatic conclusion.

“ I don’t want to die. Not yet,” he cried out having a panic attack right before y/n very eyes. Falling to his knees like a beggar. 

You could have easily ignored him, yet the boy was emitting something particularly satisfying. Fear. With certain fear there is a haze of madness and that was someone you leeched onto. 

Treading lightly to him, kneeling toward him. You had to decide your words carefully because one wrong phrase and you’ll suffer the consequences when He returns. Your saliva thickly passed your  dry esophagus. You did the first thing that came to your mind.. 

“ Vn is not dead, not that I’m aware but your friend will be if you don’t do something,” the softest vice came from your lips.

“But I’m dead. So dead,” Yuji sobbed.

“ Think like that and you’ll never get anywhere Yuji was it '' those words wouldn't be enough to push him , think of something YN. You were human once albeit a long time ago but raising little spirits did provide some nurturing skills. 

“ Now I remember you. My vessel spoke fondly of Ryomens vessel, you're the one who makes her laugh so easily and such an optimist.” you grimace at the last word, maybe not right now. “ She is like you, Yuji Itadori and you are much like her. But if you’re gone she will be alone in this hell of jujutsu sorcery. Are you going to hide in here and watch as Ryomen have his fun?,” 

He looked up to you offering him a consoling smile. 

“ You’re going to have to decide whether you’ll die here weeping like a fool or die out there and potentially saving your friends life,” avoiding sugar coating too many things for him. 

Yuji’s fretting slowly disappeared, his eyebrows still scrunched in anxiousness. Although he shouldn't be listening to the women before him, her words held much weight. His promise to his grandfather kept coming to his mind.

Yuji was caught off guard by a supposedly rumored queen of spirits. He expected you to be just as bitter as Ryomen, instead he only saw VN in his eyes. “ Why are you helping me? 

“ Because you’re going to do something for me. You’re going to see Vn” Faltering in your movement, your hand found its way to his face. Yuji didn’t flinch but leaned further into her cold touch, she pulled her sleeve to wipe away his tears, easing his anxiety. He’s only a child, Yn thought pitifully.  

A tremor within the cage caused a few skulls to fall into the lake. He’s distracted.

“there isn’t enough time to explain and your opportunity is closing. and I need you to give something to Vn and that’s if you make it out of here,” 

“Keep on hesitating and you’ll friends will die so what choose,” urging him, letting hims go so he can make his decision. 

“I can’t let Fushiguro die.” Yuji gulped and nodded. He fought his tears and gave one last firm nod in your direction. 

You pulled one of your hair ornaments and placed it into his hand. It was rather large in the hands of a human, gold bejeweled with lapis and jades meant to resemble a hydrangea. A prized possession of yours yet if your theory was right, it was a way of escape but only if it made it to her hands. 

Closing his palm firmly. “How am I suppose to take this back?” Yuji questioned as he quickly began to dissolve away.  

You gave rushed nod, his fingers still lingering onto yours.“ Don't worry about that it will come to when you wake up,”. Yuji was gone before you leaving you alone again with your king cries of glee. 

Evidently Yuji did not make it too VN much to your dismay. An unfinshed game between a king and queen.

Month later.......

What a sight to behold? The stitched curse couldn’t believe his very eyes. Mahito gave a warped smile in delight, his eyes trailing from the King sitting high on his throne  to traveling to your placement. Standing ever so still, he gawked at You. Your eyes narrowed at him and   Ryomen took this intruder's long gaze at you personally. “Since we both ridiculed that brat together I’ll let you off this once,” And with that , Mahito was indefinitely removed. 

While you melancholy picked at the skulls, another familiar tremor echoed through the rib cage. The same uninvited visitor appeared but this time even you knew that he had more harmful intentions. 

. The sleeve of your kimono covered your mouth as you forced back a few laughs trying your best to hold them back. From Ryomens malicious smile it was evident that death was certain for this poor spirit. BUT it occurred to you in an instant that this unfortunate turn of events can be your way of escape. 

“I warned you…That there wouldn’t be a second time,” Sukuna reprimanded. Snapping his fingers, you took action to escape this cage. Latching onto the stitched inhuman soul even if it meant you could suffer some damage from Sukuna’s slash, freedom outweighed the injury. 

Cackling as you were warped to the outside world along with Mahito who was profusely bleeding out. 

Your e/c eyes brightened in comparison to his clouding ones. 

“Even though you are a fool for trying to enter Ryomens soul, I have to thank you for being my ticket 🎟 to freedom

One moment you were right before his eyes and the next you vanished. Mahito was disoriented momentarily as he was being beaten by Sukunas vessel and the 7/3 sorcerer. It came to his mind that he may have lost his favor with Sukuna and if he guessed correctly, he may have helped his King lose his wife. He can already hear Jogo scolding him for being reckless. 

… 

Plummeting into the dark lake , you dove into the water fluidly. The comforts of your domain you missed so much. It was refreshing as the water washed over you, reeling into the liquid. 

I did it . You couldn’t believe it but you managed to pull it off and without harm. Technically speaking Ryomen would be coming for you but for now you just wanted to relish the moment. 

“Little girl, I'm back.!” You fanatically called out. Your call carried throughout the lake penetrating Vn soul as she felt chill run up her spine. 

“I'll see you in the morning Kugisaki,” Vn immediately sent her a wave to a questioning brown haired sorceress. Vn did her best to calmly walk to her room and without even fully making it into her bed she collapsed into a deep slumber . 

“ YN!!!” Vn cried out as she thrashed on the lake in front of you. 

Rolling your eyes as you slowly swam toward her. Within reach, Vn threw her arms around your waist. “ You're touching me,” bothered by the lack of personal space. “That doesn't matter right now. I missed you too,” Vn let out a soft exhale and despite your initial dismay, you didn’t push her away. 

“I was so worried about you. One second you were here and the next. Poof , gone. Its been three months you know,” VN spoke ecstacity, her eyes brightened as she chatted about how she was afraid for your safety and hasn't been in your domain until now. She told you in detail everything that had occurred, she was close to asking Sukuna’s vessel for help until he died.  

“Ever since Itadori died, Megumi thinks  that the higher ups did it on purpose sending them on that suicide mission so they can rule his death as an “accident,” she air quoted the last part. 

You simply nodded and listened. “Because of that Megumi and Gojo think  I'm next.  Kugisaki has been hanging out with me a lot more since the incident. Now we're going to have this big sister event coming soon and I'm not ready for that,”  she hastily said. 

“Big sister event?” you mumbled. It immediately sounded off to you. If they already successfully believe that they killed Sukuna’s vessel than more than likely they will try to use this event as a attempt of Vn life. Not good. 

“The two jujutsu schools are coming together to play a competition of sorts,” Vn went on and you finally tunned her out. No good, its likely that that blind sorcerer will bring Sukunas vessel back into this game for the event. I need to find more parts of my soul or else I'll always be vulnerable to Ryomen’s energy.

The aftermath of the boy's death only made things more complicated. You pondered in your mind for a moment.

 You’ll crush your vessels soul the moment you go berserk. 

“Is something wrong?” 

    “Hmm” 

Vn scrunched her eyebrows in concern. “You just look kind of out of it.”

You waved nonchalantly. “Im sure that this event is going to be used to try to cover your murder,”

“My murder?”Vn muttered.

“Yes and im am not keen on dying so soon. So be aware and air headed like you usually are?”

“Im not airheaded? And should I be really worried” Vn pinched the skin on her nail. Feeling that same feeling of stress at your core. Her stress. 

She did come to greet you and all you offer her was criticism and now being potentially killed. “No you shouldn't worry because those sorcerers wouldn't dare harm you if it meant angering Ryomen,” you lied. Who were you kidding? That is probably the exact reason why they want you dead. 

That fluttering ball dispersed away, Vn glanced at you with a reassured smile. 

“Ok, Im sure I can manage on my own if I end alone,” 

Alone. You made that flimsy encouragement to Itadori but I guess it worked. Not in the manner that you hoped, it still left you stuck for a month in that cage. “You’re never alone, VN” you mumbled.

“That's nice YN. I know you're always here with me, even when we got separated I know you didn't just disappear”

You weren't referring to yourself, but rather the many spirits : those that are naturally loyal to you and then the others with bad intentions are always watching .

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#5

why i imagine simon as an angry character (does this have any standing in canon? no. that will not stop me):

he’s been left forgotten until he’s in trouble by his best friend

clary used him because she couldn’t date jace and she knew he wouldn’t say no

he found out his whole life wasn’t the whole truth and then got thrown into a world that didn’t want him

he’s wanted by everyone but not for anything he did, for something done to him

he got his life ruined by a world that clary dragged him into, then left him alone to fend for himself 

he doesn’t know the rules of the game and everyone uses that against him

he had to leave his family behind

the religion he’s been practicing and finding comfort in is stripped from him and used against him 

and lastly, if any of them aren’t mad at the world that made them, the world they fought a war for and got thrown out of, i’m surprised

is...is he not already angry??

like. yeah. he deserves to be pissed

let simon be angry 2k22

6 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

#4

i think. the dc ship names need to step up.

like

at least do something fun

7 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

#3

Indigo I'm writing an aftg fic please help

hi hi what do you need

8 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

#2

miller, i have a present for you <3

so. this moodboard is based off of @heyitssmiller work: rendezvous with destiny (which i highly recommend reading!!)

anyway, miller, here is the moodboard that i made!! i hope you like it <3

i was really inspired after reading this, so here you go!

9 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I'm okay as I can be, I hate this holiday. So much. It's just fucking stressful. I hate it.

I'm glad you get to go see your girlfriend though!!!

yea thats fair. im sorry its stressful :(

yeah im really excited!!! our date got canceled because i was leaving to see family, so we havent seen each other since hairspray ended. she did send me a picture of herself and it took me like. two minutes to respond. (it wasnt even a GOOD photo. it was blurry and with flash)

10 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

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#eddie diaz - 46 posts

#the witcher - 40 posts

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#its going to be a buddie fic because i havent written one in a while and right now seems like the perfect time to write some sad angst

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Next Logical Step

Harley and Shuri take the next logical step:

Building a potato gun out of vibranium.

This is my entry for the @black-characters-matter-fest prompt #73. You can read it as Harley/Shuri but it’s more Gen.

Short piece included below the line.

Harley figured that it was the next logical step. Between the war, enemies turned allies and weapon upgrades, Shuri needed a project that wasn’t too taxing and actually sounded fun. So she agreed with his assessment. Peter was unfortunately unable to make it, but they had promised to do it again with him.

For now, her attention was on the prototype in front of her.

“Why a potato gun though?” Shuri asked Harley as he loaded up the schematics of the previous potato gun from his tablet to the holo-screen.

“I was ten and needed something to protect me and my sister from intruders. A real gun was out of the question and on of our neighbours had just planted a potato garden,” The boy shrugged, and Shuri shook her head.

“So now you want to make it better?”

“Just imagine if it could different vegetables. Or if it could shoot further.”

“Increase the power and velocity of the projectiles and you turn a simple potato gun into a weapon. We’d also have to account for the size difference of the vegetables,” Shuri said, already drawing up plans. Making a potato gun out of vibranium sounded like the stupidest idea that she ever had but she was tempted.

“Try these,” Harley slid over the digital schematics of an unfinished potato gun.

“Mark 15? Why do you have so many versions?” Shuri asked, taking a look at what she was sent. If she overlaid her plans with the ones in front of her, they would have the gun ready by the end of the day.

“Why not? Things can always be made better.”

“That’s what I said, but my brother doesn’t understand the need for upgrading,” Shuri rolled her eyes.

“No offence to the king, but I saw his shoes. Technological upgrades are the least of his worries,” Harley stage whispered. One of the Dora Milaje smiled for a brief second before schooling her face.

Shuri burst out laughing, thinking of the ‘What are those’ moment she had a few years back. It was a while ago and still her brother’s fashion sense hadn’t improved.

“No offense taken. I’ve also been trying to get him to change he shoes,” she said, catching her breath. Then she pointed at the screen, “Is the overlay good? I thought that we can use vibranium for the outer shell and pistons, then keep the rest a light metal. So –”

“– that it stays lightweight and we can make easy changes without wasting material,” Harley finished, nodding with an impressed look on his face. “This looks really good.”

“Well, anything made with vibranium usually does,” Shuri shrugged.

“Can’t argue that. I saw Bucky Barnes’ arm.”

“That was mostly my brother.”

“Ah, so the whole family is full of geniuses,” Harley joked. “Unfortunately, only the women have a good fashion sense.”

Shuri snorted again before turning back to the computer. They both worked on editing a few sections before they started with the fabrication process. It took them five hours to complete the entire potato gun, both the fabrication and assembly.

“That’s a beautiful gun,” Harley whistled, and Shuri nodded in agreement.

“Please tell me I’m not late,” Peter’s voice echoed through the lab as he made his way down the ramp.

“You missed all the science bits,” Harley shouted back. They hugged before Peter made his way over to hug Shuri. She could see that he was slightly out of breath, meaning he ran the whole way from the hangar to her lab.

“We still have to test it though,” Shuri offered.

“For science, right? We’re testing various vegetables for science,” Peter confirmed, a slightly mischievous glint in his eye.

Harley clapped him on the shoulder and turned to look at the Mark XIIV potato gun on the table, “Of course it’s for science.”

18 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#4

My Heart Will Be Your Home Artwork

I had the pleasure of creating art for @drgrlfriend 's story for the @winterhawk-olympic-bang!

She wrote such an amazing story that I hope you all take the time to check out!

Read it here!

Artwork under the cut:

NB: shirtless guys and minor injury warning

Bucky and his soulmark:

Clint and his soulmark:

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18 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#3

what for do you yearn?

Summary:

Geralt really didn't mean to fall for a biker. It doesn't help that Cirilla keeps cheering him on from the sidelines. And why do they suddenly own leather jackets?

In which Jaskier is the biker and Geralt is the single father who falls in love with him.

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: Jaskier/Geralt

Square Filled: Biker AU

A/N: @thewitcherbingo

Short piece I wrote under the tag.

I might expand on the story, I don't know...

Geralt wasn’t actually paying attention to the motorcycles as they parked outside the shopping centre. It wasn’t until Cirilla pulled his arm and pointed to them. He looked on in vague interest, scanning them as they all got off their bikes one at a time. Like dominos.

Until his eyes landed on the last person. There was nothing inherently special about the person, except for how out of place they looked. Everyone else was laughing and hanging off each other but that person – that man, Geralt discovered when he removed his helmet – was quiet and looked detached from the group.

Geralt was actually surprised to find that he was the leader, as all the men and women waited until he had passed before following him into the store. Not to mention, that while everyone else had embellishments and spots of colour on their bikes and clothes, the man’s clothes were a plain maroon leather and an equally plain black bike.

Right as he passed Geralt, their eyes met. It wasn’t anything special, but Geralt still felt a tingle down his spine at being noticed.

They held each other’s gaze until the man was gone into the store.

“Do you think they’re bad news?” Ciri asked, snapping Geralt out of what ever daze he had been in.

“Probably not, just because they look bad doesn’t mean that they are,” Geralt answered, placing the rest of their shopping bags into the car.

“I hope that they are, then something will finally happen in this town,” she muttered stepping away from where she was leaning against the trunk. “Maybe they’ll even let me join them. Do you think I’ll look good in a leather jacket?”

“Over my dead, burnt body, Ciri,” Geralt shut that idea down. He knew that once she got too excited about it, he’ll end up spending half his pay check on leather jackets and the other half on a motorcycle. And he was already busy paying for the fencing lessons she took interest in a few months prior.

“No need to take it that far,” she huffed.

Geralt rolled his eyes, “just get into the car.”

Ciri pouted but did as she was told. Her being gone gave Geralt a few minutes to process what had happened earlier. Geralt never stared, not if he didn’t have to, but there was something about that man.

Suddenly Geralt found himself wanting to know more about the mysterious biker leader.

23 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

My first fill for @stucky-week Day 1: Memories. This will be one long work with one chapter for each day. Sometimes with art/moodboards, sometimes with a sneak peak into their life after CATWS.

As well as for @avengersbingo for the fill Reunited

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Reunions; Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Pre-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie); Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie); Post-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie); Other Additional Tags to Be Added; Getting Back Together; Sort of because Bucky doesn't remember; Bucky Barnes Recovering; Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug; Bucky Barnes Feels; Steve Rogers Needs a Hug; Steve Rogers Feels; Art; Sort of? - Freeform; Canon Typical Violence Against Hydra; how is that not a tag?

Chapters: 1/7

Summary:

Steve and Bucky on dealing with the aftermath of CATWS.

Together.

25 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Kasey's AO3 Master List

Note: this will be only of recent and upcoming fics. I don't have the energy to put them all.

Marvel

A Picture's Words, A Person's Story (SpideyPool, 14K, Completed)

Our Love Was Made for Movie Screens (Stucky, 4K, WIP)

Happy Valentine’s Day (ThunderShield, 2K, Completed)

By Fate (Tony/Sam, 4K, Completed)

It Feels Like Coming Home (Stucky, 28K, Completed)

This Was Not on The Brochure (Stucky, 5K, Completed)

I Saw Right Through You (Stucky, 12K, Completed)

9-1-1

This Is For My Mother (Buddie, 29K, Completed)

Unsteady (Christopher Diaz centric, 5k est, Coming Sept hopefully)

He loved you (and it was killing him) (Buddie, TBD, Coming Soon)

Teen Wolf

To Hold My Shaking Hands (Petopher, 3.4K, Completed)

To Run In To Your Arms (Steter, 11K, Completed)

Between The End and Where We Lie (Jordan/Kira, 20ish, Coming Soon)

Witcher

We'll Get Better (Geraskier, 4.5K, Completed)

what for d'you yearn? (Geraskier, TBD, TBD)

Halo

The Weight of Their Sins (Is the Guilt I Carry) (Gen, 1.2K, Completed)

The Battles We've Fought (Gen, TBD, TBD)

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Hopefully I'll remember to update this as things happen. For now, you can check me out here for all my other fics.

40 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

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#reblogged - 231 posts

#ok ko fanart - 209 posts

#professor venomous - 109 posts

#lord boxman - 91 posts

#voxman - 78 posts

#kaio kincaid - 41 posts

#enid mettle - 37 posts

#ok ko fink - 35 posts

#ok ko raymond - 33 posts

#radicles x - 29 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#rly wish i watched this show sooner. i couldve had at least 24 hrs of enjoyment before i learn its getting wiped off the face of the planet

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i have an idea for an ok ko animatic that i rly want to do but idk if itd be worth it because

a) all my animatics so far have been memes and the longest one ive done was 15 secs long. the idea i have would probably be at least a full minute and def more serious so itd take a while

b) i think the fandoms dying and i dont want to spends weeks on something two people will see

so anyway if anyones interested in a kinda angsty animatic about that one scene where boxman leaves bc shadowy venomous took over pls interact with this post in some way. id probably settle for like 10 notes (maybe less). just so i know people would watch it. and if anyone wants a dm when its done lmk

57 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#4

i got bored and made a voxmore pin :D

60 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

#3

i wasnt going to draw this but then i remembered cringe culture is dead and i can draw whatever i want so its on my water bottle now

62 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

#2

no thoughts just boxman finding out that raymond has a crush on rad and ray expecting him to freak out bc rads a hero (obviously worried bc he told shannon he would discontinue her if he found out in rad likes robots) not knowing that boxman was secretly dating venomous when he was still laserblast. like father like son

102 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i havent been able to draw as much as i want to (ap classes have been turning my brain to mush) but ive been drawing on post-its so heres a doodle dump

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110 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

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