#I'm still not fully convinced on his outfit colors but

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Adir:

Vabbian Royalty -> Priestess of Dwayna -> Village Protector -> Undead Warrior -> Asleep -> Wanderer

Finally finished drawing & Coloring my vampire cowboy. This fella has drummed up so much lore in my brain which I can't wait to share!

Bonus: his 'nude' reference with the various scars he's gotten (He is wearing underwear but boobies are out)

#gw2 #my art #Adir #I'm still not fully convinced on his outfit colors but #that's just because pallets hard for me #No weapons yet bc I didn't want to figure out what his gun or scythe look like/draw em right now #god that stupid underwear I put him in looks so dumb #I drew it so fast #mostly because I was wanting to no longer be jumpscared by his pussy #anyways I got sooo much lore cooked up in my brain for him #but I don't really feel like dumping it all on this post so maybe I'll just make a separate lore dump one? Idk #there's still blanks but I got the gist of it

[the-burd-lord]

Finally am confident enough to post my redesign of Charlie. Buckle up cause it’s a lot!

Kept her simple since I think her original design is kinda alright, but went with the doll aesthetic more.

Made her design simple enough for it to stand out in most any environment within Hell. Should probably have made a colored version for her, but I'm keeping the white and pink from her original design, but making her outfit yellow to compliment the reds of Hell and the blues of Heaven.

Here’s the newest design although I'm still fiddling around with different variations for the marks on her face, shown later in this post. Might lean towards stop motion look with how the mouths of the characters are always a separate segment from the face.

Eventually she goes from bellhop to more of a concierge roll as she gains more confidence in running the hotel, and eventually becomes the defacto ruler of Purgatory.

More on that later.

Also lil Lucifer resign too. Might make a whole post about him, but the basics are that I decided to go more “biblically accurate” angel for him.

He made Charlie's body, with Lilith drawing up the design for what she would look like. Overtime Charlie got to choose what she wanted to look like. She has accrued many bodies over her thousands of years of living.

Their relationship is close as although they don't see each other in person as often, Charlie always makes time to have at least one phone call a week with her dad. Especially with his worsening depression.

He doesn't fully believe in the hotel idea, but he’s willing to support his daughter anyway he can. Although he is hesitant when she requests to have an audience with Heaven as he knows how fickle they can be.

Especially when her first meeting with an angel is spent talking about rock bands.

I also changed up what Charlie is as not only is she a doll, but she is also the manifestation of “free will.” Spawned from Lilith and Lucifer’s union being an action that goes against "god's plan."

Although she barely remembers it, her actions caused Adam and Eve to eat the apple. She partially made the hotel out of guilt for condemning humanity, feeling as though she has to make it up to the sinners she condemned.

This makes her super hesitant to push the patrons to get help as although she knows that it'll help them in the long run it must fully be by their own free will to want to change. This hesitance also leads her to not fully interfere in their afterlives either, even when she knows a push is all they'll need.

She is able to literally be anyone or anything, and she is scared of this fact. Kinda getting decision paralysis. Also being that she is a being made out of pure energy this essentially means she's a bomb.

This is the result of what happens to her once her form is broken.

These are the old designs, went with a more streamlined look later.

Heavily inspired by the final form of the Princess from Slay the Princess. A game I highly recommend!

When in her "chimera form" she accidentally kills Adam, leading her to take him on as a guest at her hotel. It also leads her to convince Heaven and Hell to use Mount Purgatorio for her new liminal hotel. Kinda using Adam as a bargaining chip to show heaven that if angels can fall, then that doesn't mean sinners can't climb up the mountain to Heaven.

Overtime, with more horror influences I kept adding into her character and design I accidentally just made her into a creepy doll with some analog influences.

(It's almost like my subconscious is trying to tell me something 🤔)

Vaggie and her scary gf.

Decided to go for a more psychological route for Charlie’s abilities and personality. On the surface appearing normal, but still standing out in most environments because of her simplicity. That there's just something about her that doesn't quite fit anywhere.

Her character finally clicked for me after watching Paranoia Agent. She's not really based off any characters from the show, but some of the themes and imagery are baked into her character.

Along with the banger opening.

Eventually she builds her hotel in purgatory, and essentially becomes its ruler. Much to the chagrin of Heaven, who still only sees her as a demon. Even though she was technically born in the heavens.

Even though Charlie uses Adam as a bargaining chip they don't really care that he fell. But they don't want to be proven wrong either, so they reluctantly agree to the idea.

Also lil bonus of Charlie and Vaggie in nightwear. Gotta make another post for Vaggie, but I’m still working some things out with her story and character.

I apologize if so much of this post made no sense. I didn't realize how much I had written for Charlie. Although makes sense as she is supposed to be the main character.

I am happy to answer questions if y'all want more clarification.

#Youtube #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin redesign #hazbin rewrite #character redesign #character rewrite #vaggie #horror #horror art #sketch #digital sketch #sketch dump #sketches

[seventeenplug]

Christmas Party (Joshua X Reader)

Pairing: non idol Joshua X AFAB reader (reader has breasts and a vagina)

Genre: fluff and a little perverted in the middle

Warning: a few curse words, mentions of Alcohol and crowds.

Summary: Every year, there was a competition at Joshua's work company. Whoever brings a girlfriend and is the best couple of the night earns a fully paid for trip to their dream destination. Joshua has been wanting to get the prize for over 5 years now. And tonight, he'll try again. With his secret weapon. You.

Word Count: 4.4K

The genre of the party was  always romance. Every year there was a competition about the best couple in the party. This year was no different from the others.The competition began around 5 years ago when the company's CEO, Choi Seungcheol decided to bring his girlfriend as his plus one, the same day the vice president, Lee Jihoon also brought his and as a joke Yoon Jeonghan, Seungcheol's best friend and the business manager suggested to make it a competition worth of a trip to anywhere in the world as vacation.

You weren't all too excited, but you had to admit that your immediate superior, Hong Joshua was. He kept talking about ways to win the prize, despite the fact that for the last 5 years he'd been single each time the competition occured.

"With no offense, Mr.Hong-"

"Joshua" he interrupts you, you roll your eyes with a sigh.

"We're at work, I'm not calling you that. Anyway, Mr.Hong" you make sure to stop at his name to annoy him further.

"You've been saying that for a few years now, and yet you never have a girlfriend, so how do you plan on winning the competition?" You ask confused, he looks at you, a hand rubbing his chin as he thinks.

"Do you have anything planned that day?" he questions, to which you shake your head, a sly smirk makes his way to his face and you eye him as if he was a mad man, a sudden flood of worry hitting you like rocks.

"NO!" You immediately speaks, his smile drops and he sits straight into his chair.

"But I haven't even said anything!" He argues, you uncross your arms, pointing a finger in his direction, which he takes to full ofense, mouth opening in a gasp.

"Don't even think about it" You repeat, making your way out of his office, ignoring his calls for you and making your way to the rest area.

"I can't believe you actually convinced me to attend that stupid party" you grumble, bags of clothes in your arms as you walk besides Joshua who had a heap of bags in his own arms aswell.

The party was happening in less than a week, and it took him buying you food for the whole time and the promise to travel where you wanted to go, a promise to buy everything you wanted to eat there as well for you to agree.

And now, you're both out shopping, compensation for agreeing to it all.

You had gotten a few outfits for the possible vacation and then also a red gown to wear to the party, Joshua telling you all about the other's preferences and how red would be the color that would stand out the most and look best on you, so you followed his advice.

He did drop you off, soft music playing on the background as he drove, the conversation was short, you were mostly still confused on why you had agreed to fake date him, especially after all the heartache you had to go through whenever he told you about his crushes, or dates when the only one you had ever crushed on was him...

"It's in 4 days, so when friday comes, I'll pick you up at 5pm so that we can get there  on time, alright?" you nod as a reply, a tight lipped smile on your face. He nods back, a smile of his own to you. You exit the car and he like always, waits for you to unlock your front door before waving and driving off, leaving you to your own thoughts until friday came.

And it came rather fast.

"Shua, can you help me with the dress?" you laughed, hands stretched behind your back as you tried to make sense of how you were supposed to tie the fabric around your back.

It was finally the day of the dinner and you were now struggling with the strings of the dress that the two of you had decided on.

You could hear his laugh all the way from downstairs, making you huff, eyes on the mirror that reflected your bedroom door, Joshua walking into the frame just a few seconds after with a smile.

"You called?" He spoke, lips tucked inside his mouth as he tried his best not to laugh at your hands that fondled with the dress.

"Yes, can you try and tie this like it's supposed to? I can't do it" you huff once more, turning around, eyes settling on Joshua who leaned his side to the door frame, arms crossed over his chest with a raised eyebrow.

"Pretty please?" you ask, extending your arms that held the pieces of the dress out to him, with his signature smile, he strode to you, arms open and grabbing at the pieces by your sides, hands dragging by your waist line, his sweet fragrance overpowering your senses as he tied the strings behind your hand, hands releasing the fabric in between your fingers, his hand slightly grabbing at your waist, your eyes meeting eachother's in the mirror.

His tall frame behind you."Are you nervous about today?" he wonders, pulling slight away to look at you.

"A little... It's not everyday that you fake date your best friend for a trip" you let out a soft laugh, him nodding understandingly.

"It'll be fine. They've all said that they loved hanging out with you. You've hung out with them hundreds of times over the past 5 years, I promise it'll be okay" he assured you.

"I know that, but I've never had to lie to them and tell them that we're dating. They were always aware that we were just friends" you sigh, face turning slightly to the side, a chance for Joshua to nestle his face deeper into your neck, a blush surfacing from your neck to your face.

"About that, we'll actually be telling them that we are engaged" he monotonously spoke, unconsciously you nod, words seeping in until you pull away from his grasp, and turned around to look at him, shocked was an emotion too small to what you actually felt, eyes widening as you looked at him looking back at you confused.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"What do you mean, what's wrong?! You just said we had to be engaged!" You almost screech pushing at his shoulder.

"Y/N, calm down. It'll be fine!" His hands rest on your shoulders as he reassures you, but you're not taking it well.

This could be the dream for many, but not you. This was your workplace. You worked there. Those were your superiors and bosses. Although they were friends of Joshua's, they were not yours, despite the multiple interactions and gatherings you had attended. The last thing you wanted to do was play with fire and lose your job.

"Shua, this is not -"

"What we planned, I know. But we really have to win the prize." he interjected, eyebrows knit together as he looked at you for approval, to know you agreed to it. But you were still on edge.

"Why do you even care so much about the price?" you ask, arms slapping on your legs as you lowered them.

"There's someone I want to take there" he admits, eyes never leaving yours. But blame it on yourself, because you end up taking a step back from him, arms falling from your shoulders as he looks at you at loss.

A troubled look in his eyes as he stares at yours that stare back at him in hurt.

You were both mistaken.

Joshua swallows the dryness in his throat, nodding, mostly to himself as he steps back towards the door.

"I'll let you finish getting ready. I'll be downstairs waiting" he mumbles a little disorientated, taking long strides to exit the room.

You fan your face, tears threatening to spill and ruin your makeup. Your turn back to the mirror, your eyes shined with tears, nose turning redder than the blush you had on.

"breathe..." you remind yourself, gulping the tears back and touching back your makeup and grabbing your jacket, finally making your way down where Joshua awaited you.

His back to the stairs as his eyes overlooked the sun shining the city in various tones of pink and orange.

"Josh..." you called out, voice shaking slightly.

He turns to you, a small smile in his face as he looked at you, although it didn't reach his eyes.

"Let's go" he says, cutting the awkward silence that settled into your living room.

Despite the awkwardness, he made sure to still open the car door for you, a hand at the top in case you bumped into it. Getting into his own side and waiting for you to settle in and buckle your seat belt before starting the car and driving you to the dinner place.

"What should we say when they ask about when we started dating?" you ask, voice raising slightly from when you stood in the living room.

"Let's just say we started dating after Vernon's birthday party" he shrugged, eyes still on the road ahead.

"Why his birthday?" you scrunch your face confused.

"Because... he flirted with you that day" he almost whispered, the tip of ears blush and he relieves it by looking out the window as if looking through the side mirror, as if he weren't driving in an empty road.

You blush, looking at your own hands laying in your lap.

"And engaged?" you continue.

"Your birthday" he replies, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

"Ri... Oh my god! Joshua!" You yell, grabbing at his shoulder in a panic.

"What?! What's wrong?!" the car comes to a full stop at the side of the road and he immediately looks at you in panic.

"What is it?" He asks again, grabbing the hand you placed on his shoulder.

"Ring... We don't have rings" you said, lifting your left hand. He exhales, a soft laugh leaving his parted lips as he looks at the glove compartiment.

"I wanted to do it in a more sweet way, but since you're so eager" he begins to explain, chest out in pride as he opens the glove compartment and takes out a squared box.

As if deja Vu, your eyes follow the movement of this man's hands as he opens the box, a pair of rings shining brightly inside.

"Your hand, darling" he joked, the sad mood quickly replaced by the playfull one, his palm extended and you laughed, placing your hand on top of his.

And in a split second he lifted your hand, placing the ring with the small diamond on your finger before he lifted his own hand in front of your face.

You get his own ring, a smile plastered on your face as you put it on his own finger.

"What a beauty ring, Sir. Who gave it to you?" you play around.

"The woman I'm planning on marrying soon. A beautiful and smart woman" he says, eyes shining brightly, not once leaving your own.

How could you not know what he meant...

"Well, ready to departure? We're going to be late now" he joked.

"Fashionably late" you hit his shoulder playfully.

The two of you did get there with a little tardiness, but nothing too big, getting out the car he helps you with the walk over the stones until you're both on the platform to the party building, surrounded by a pound and grass.

The sunset falling as the moon rose high up in the sky.

Music heard even from the outside, although not crazy loud.

Joshua laced your hand around his arm a gentle smile shining on his features as he leaned over your ear.

"Just act as usual and we'll be fine" he assured, a small hit of his nose on your jaw.

Entering the party, a few eyes went to you, but the funny thing was how they would look, turn away and then turn back to look at you in shock. The relationship was in fact something that no one had seen coming, especially after the fact that the two of you had been friends for close to a decade.

Joshua and you walked to, of course, the only reason of your attendance. The food court.

Ordering a few snacks before the dinner, Joshua kept you company, rarely even edulging in the chats about the latest horror movies or the latest book of his favorite author, author his ears were open whenever he heard of those topics.

You were truly okay with being left alone, especially since you could see Yurim, your friend, coworker and the girlfriend of Seokmin glaring at you, likely because you hadn't told her a single thing about you and Joshua despite your close friendship.

"Hey, Josh" you call out to the male besides you, he looks at you in a split second, tongue lapping his lips as he drank the champagne.

"Go be with your friends, I have to see Yurim anyway, look at her. She looks ready to kill me" you laugh, his eyes lock onto your friends at the end of the dinning area, a laugh as he turns to you, eyes closing into small moons, removing his arm from behind your back and nodding for you to go ahead.

As soon as Joshua leaves to go to his own friends who, just like yours were shooting daggers at him, you headed to Yurim who pulled you faster to her by the arm.

"Easy you little beast" you laughed, but her mood stayed the same.

"When did that happen?!" she asked you, eyebrows furrowing as she looked at Joshua who was across the room.

"After Vernon's birthday party" you answered like planned, you smile looking down. But your head quickly lifts once you listen to her dramatic gasp.

"And you never told me?!" She almost screams.

"Rim!" You try to shush her with a hand on her mouth, attention all on you, and although it was almost dispersed it was even more drawn in to you when she yelled in shock.

"What is that ring!!" she lifts your hand to her face, eyeing at the diamond in the middle.

By now, even if you wanted to not follow the storyline that the two of you had made in the car, you just had no other choice as everyone was now gossiping about the ring.

"I-... you know" you replied shyly taking your hand from her grip.

"Y/N!" She smiles, jumping around as she pulls your hand once more to her face.

You feel a hand circle around your waist, immediately turning to the side, thankful to see Joshua's soft comforting smile.

"Just follow me" he whispers in your ear, heat once more flushing to your face.

Joshua lifts his champagne cup to everyone, all eyes on him awaiting whatever he was going to say.

"Ladies and gentleman. Thank you very much for attending the party, I can say that this year is a very special one because after many years wanting nothing more than to have this beautiful and wonderful woman by my side. I am blessed to announce to everyone that we are not only a couple. But that we are getting married" he reveals.

His hand grabs yours, fingers interwining as he lifts them up for everyone to see.

You once more look down, maybe in your head he actually means you.

In his heart though, it had always been you. Through everything.

There is a wave of applause and congratulations which seems to lift your mood slightly, especially when Joshua's hand returns to your waist, finger lifting your chin as he watches your every emotion nodding at you comfortingly.

"It's out" he smiles.

"It's out" you repeat, releasing a breath you didn't know that you had been holding in.

The night carries on, a lot of investors approach the two of you, congratulating you two and wishing you happiness. His own friends question the whole situation, most of them already with smirks as they were sure that it would happen one day or another. During the dinner, Joshua had sat besides you, on your right, and although nobody could see it, his hand was under the table and laced with yours.

His thumb making random patterns on your hand as the two of your ate, that is, until Joshua decided to adventure out, hand slipping out of yours and resting on your leg, you almost chocked when it happened, but nonetheless, you liked it.

His hand was right under the slit of your red dress and resting directly on your leg. You turned to look at him, he was calmly talking to Jeonghan, and although you liked his touch, you couldn't help but feel the heat in his hand seep into your leg as he continued to grip your leg at times before smoothing in out with his continuous rubbing.

"Shua" you called him just above a whisper, his head turning to look at you curious.

"Is something wrong? Do you not like the food?" he asks you, eyes assessing your plate that had barely been touched.

"No, your hand is just distracting me" you whisper, biting your lip.

His eyes snap down to your lips, hand tightening once more against your leg, your mouth forming an 'o' causing him to smirk at you.

"Keep that up and I might just have to excuse us earlier" he whispered into your ear, lips puckering to once again kiss your jaw, returning to his conversation with Jeonghan as if nothing had happened, leaving you dumbfounded staring at the back of his neck.

You were the dumb one not understanding when he kept insinuating that you were the woman he wanted to take on the trip.

You ate rather quickly after that, your hands lowering down to your lap to play with his fingers, but mostly the ring that you had earlier slipped into his ring finger.

The flustered one was now Joshua, that often looked at you and then to your lap, a smile playing at his lips as he watched you continue with your own conversations as you played with his ring.

Right after dinner ended, everyone dispersed once again to the dance floor, the songs changed, most of them being slow ones and you stayed behind with Joshua overwatching the amount of couples present in this year's event.

"There's a lot of competition this year" you point out, he hums agreeing, eyes not staying away from you for long.

"I still feel like we will win, though" he smiles, you look up at him awaiting his answer.

"Not a single couple here is engaged, like we are" he smirks, you laugh along.

On the other side of the dance floor, you watched as Seungcheol called over Joshua, a smile on his face and with a quick excuse, Joshua left your side promising to come back once he was done chatting.

You watched the friends talk, a smile on your own face, completely unaware that behind you was the man that supposedly made Joshua porpose. Vernon.

Sneaking a hand along your waist and whispering the word "Boo" in your ear, which, although you hated to admit it. Did scare you.

"You scared me, dickhead" you laughed, Vernon following along as he placed himself in front of you covering Joshua's frame.

"You get scared super easy, Y/n, it's not my fault" he laughed as he spoke.

"I heard the news, you're welcome" he smiles, rolling his shoulders proudly.

"What for?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

"He said he asked you out after my birthday. I played a part" he puckered his lips to which you laugh.

"You're right then. Thank you" you pat his shoulder.

Unknown to you was the sudden mood change in Joshua as he glared at his younger friends back whom you patted.

"Ya... You'll drill a hole through his back, relax" Hoshi tried to calm the older, something that did not work as Joshua began to make his way to the two of you, a scowl on his face.

"Joshua's coming. He doesn't look happy" Yurim tapped you on the shoulder, both you and Hansol turn, just as Joshua near the two of you, his hand grabbing yours and pulling you to his side.

"Jealous much?" Vernon teased the older male, earning a glare as a response.

"Shua, we're friends" you tried to call him but he simply kept the scowl ushering Vernon to go check on Chan who was at the side by the drinks.

With a chuckle and wink, just to piss him off even further Vernon bids his goodbye's and Yurim follows suit to go find Seokmin again leaving you and Joshua alone once more.

"Why are you so jealous?" you ask with a small smile, he turns to you, a small pout evident in his features as he looks down at you.

"I just don't like how he always flirts with you" he replied. You pat his shoulder like you had done to Vernon just a few minutes ago, his shoulders lowering back into a calm state as he settles in your side.

The two of you simply listened in, until your personal favorite song "fast pace" came on, and as if already written in a book, Joshua extends his hand, already knowing that this was that one song you could never skip dancing and so the two of you made your way to the dance floor.

Both quietly singing the song to each other as you danced with one another, your hands around his neck as he had his arm around your waist, the other carrying your glass of champagne, making him just a thousand times hotter.

He twirls you before the bridge of the song, your favorite part, bringing you closer to his chest as he mutters the words in your ear "24/7", the heat rose between the two of you.

You weren't even sure if he meant it or if it was all for that trip but you didn't care at this point, and if anything were to happen you could just blame it on the champagne.

The two swayed, bodies stuck one each other until the song ended and when it did the music just stopped overall as the ceremony began.

Seungcheol stepped up with Lee Jihoon and Kwon Soonyoung, the leaders of the different sectors of the company, although Jihoon and Soonyoung were simply the presidents whilst Seungcheol was the owner of it all.

"I'm not going to give a huge speech, because just like everyone else in the room, I'm more interested in who is winning the trip. So, without further ado. Jihoon please announce our candidats for this year's competition" he quickly steps back as Jihoon hops to the front, the drink already beginning to have its effect on the light drinker.

"You're all so pretty. So good together. I love you. Here are the 4 nominees" he announces pulling a card from the back pocket of his dress pants.

"Seokmin from accountability and Yurim from the legal team. Yunho from the business board and Na Ri leader of the Communications and PR team. Joshua from the Global embassy unit and Y/n his assistant and also in charge of communication. And finally, Daniel from Marketing with Yuna from the Creative team" he calls to everyone who steps forward, closer to the stage.

"I'm so sad that only 1 couple can win" he began to sniffle, everyone in the room started to laugh as Mingyu stood onto the stage bringing the man down as he began to choke on his own tears, Jeonghan stepping up to replace him.

"Moving on" he began.

"The winner is!" he drums on the podium.

Joshua's hand engulfs your smaller one, his left arm around your waist as the two of you wait for the announcement.

"Joshua and Y/n!" He calls onto the microphone.

The two of you are in a state of shock as a wave of congratulations form once again, this time, congratulating you on the free trip.

As if finally aware that the two of you had won, as he wanted to, you turn to eachother with smiles on your faces, he lifts you up, lowering you down and kissing you on the lips which leaves you in shock.

Eyes open for a few seconds before they close and you kiss him back, breaking back after a few seconds.

And although both of you smiled, you knew this was just something else that the two of you had to talk about.

After accepting the prize and thanking everyone you two stepped outside, stopping near the pond and sitting on a bench watching over the fish, the light from the moon reflecting the water.

"We should probably, talk about it, right?" he laughs nervously, you turn to him.

Watching as he tries to avoid your eyes, although he too turns to look at you.

"I like you" you finally admit.

"Why are you saying it first?" He stood up, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you, meanwhile you just stared back like you had seen a ghost.

"What?" You asked, not fully trusting your ears just yet.

"I wanted to confess to you tonight if we won. I was gonna say it first" he whined throwing his head back.

"I thought you liked someone else" you pointed out, also standing up and standing in front of him, his eyes searching yours.

"Who else would I like?" He sarcastically said.

"I confessed first because I thought you did" you shrug.

"Well, I liked you first. So it doesn't matter" he shrugs back with a proud look in his face.

"No you didn't"

"I so did" he fought back.

"I've liked you for 5 years now" you stuck your tongue.

"I liked you after one week" he smiles, pecking your lips, leaving you once more in shock. Hand reaching up to your lips.

"You can't keep kissing me! This is inappropriate Mr.Hong" you tease, but he kisses you once more.

"Joshua" he mutters taking your lips in his once more.

His face turning slightly to the side so that he could deepen the kiss, the two of you laughing in between.

It was not perfect, but nor did it need to be.

You were both happy and finally together, although it took a silly competition to make it official.

And now, you have a fully paid trip to the place you wanted to go to the most.

Joshua's hometown.

˜˜˜ The end :)

Posted the 29th January 2023

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Hello! I absolutely adore your Blackbird au, I've recommended it to all my friends and reread it dozens of times. I saw your answer on an ask where you said you might not be adding new installments, which, though I'm a little sad to hear it, I definitely understand and support you doing what works for you. I'm grateful for what you've shared with us as is. That being said, if you have any snippets or ideas of how the story was going to continue, I'd be thrilled to read it (if you're willing to share). Thanks!

anon you are a gift and a blessing. my greatest regret with stopping was that the third fic was the one where I was actually going to justify why the whole thing is called the blackbird AU. the third fic was going to have victor zsasz as its villain, with Tim balancing working with Jason, playing keep-away with the Bats, and not getting murdered. he was going to move more fully into the vigilante sphere in Gotham and cement his existence as a player and his relationship to the others.

with that in mind, i'm going to share 2 different scenes regarding Tim preparing for his debut (long post under the cut):

Tim takes his time putting on the layers Jason left strewn across the dining table. The underlayers cling to him in a way he’s not used to, tight against his joints. The Kevlar vest and titanium plate inserts sit more naturally, but they’re heavier than suit jackets or sweatshirts, and Tim has to shift the way he holds his shoulders to balance the weight a little better. The Teflon layers for the exterior of the outfit help hide the bulk; Tim looks like a bigger person than he is, but not an armored one.

There’s an almost-full-size mirror in the safehouse’s bathroom, with a single long crack running through a third of it. Tim stares at himself.

He looks—unremarkable. Nondescript. The majority of the suit is blacks and grays; enough variation to not stand out as a suspicious figure in a daytime crowd, but easy to melt into the shadows of Gotham’s hazy gray darkness. There are no distinguishing features, no emblems, no colors. The jacket looks like a lightly-insulated raincoat; the collar of the armored vest looks like a sweater, and the high collar of the undershirt is just that: a high-collared shirt. The pants are bulky, but still follow the line of his legs. Heavy boots.

Tim’s hair isn’t that long; his entire adolescence, it was whatever length Black Mask’s men decided to cut it when he asked them. He still has to push strands out of the way, shake his head back, to put the mask on.

It covers above his eyebrows to the line of his cheekbones. A reinforced structure runs along the line of the nose to protect it if he gets punched in the face.

He stares at himself through the white lenses.

When Tim was eleven, he dreamed of being Robin.

He’s not dressed like a vigilante. There’s too much practicality in the armor Jason got for him; no emblems, no declarations of intention. The design is meant to protect him, not to let him protect others. Tim looks like part of a strike team, not a superhero.

This isn’t a childhood fantasy. It’s an inevitability, a consequence of the person Tim was made into.

There’s no point in lingering. Tim takes the mask off and pulls himself away from the mirror, from his own reflection. He isn’t going to overthink this—to leave himself the opportunity to be convinced that this is a bad idea. Or even that it’s a good one.

It’s—it’s a purpose. It’s not a sentimental thing. Tim manipulated Red Hood into having a spare set of armor for him. Manipulated Red Hood into agreeing to help him. It’s for his own purpose, his own agenda.

He pushes aside the tangled knot in his chest; it’s not worth dealing with, not right now, not while Zsasz has just started the timer until he tries to kill Tim.

On the kitchen counter, next to the phone and the address, is a holster and a handgun.

A few trips to one of the firing ranges in Gotham had been one of those inevitable things Tim added onto his schedule, after his run-ins with Red Hood. Mostly to have a minimum cover of his bases; he knows how to load a pistol, take the safety off, and hit a still target from twenty feet away. That’s all he thought he’d need.

The gun’s heavy when he picks it up.

Tim makes himself ignore the weight of it. It’s another practicality. Another tool to remind himself that he’s a lot of things, but he’s not a superhero.

The holster is intended to conceal the pistol under his jacket. Tim buckles it on and checks the safety before he slots the pistol into place against his ribs.

There’s no point in overthinking it. It’s basic self-defense; a weapon that Tim can use with minimal training.

It’s not like Tim can’t make the call whether or not someone needs to die. He’s done it before. Jason pulled the trigger, but Tim’s the one who killed Roman Sionis.

It’s not like Tim’s intending to let Victor Zsasz live. He grabs a dark green jacket off the back of a chair, stuffs the spare phone and printed-out police photographs in his pocket, and leaves the safehouse.

Tim double-checks for cameras – very few in Crime Alley, he knows from the police’s complaints – and slips into a back alley to put his mask on. From there, it’s up the fire escape to the second-floor windows.

There’s two windows next to the fire escape landing on this floor; the first is a dark hallway. Tim spares a glance at the lock on the inside. Unlocked, if he needs to open it. Might be how Jason got into the building in the first place.

The one next to it has a light on. Tim stays low, moving forward just enough to peer around the edge of the window frame.

The scene inside is familiar. A table in the center of the room, covered in notes, markers, maps; the men that surround it, nearly half visibly armed; the single individual at the head of the table as the immediate threat in the room.

Except this is Red Hood, not Black Mask.

Tim looks over the others in the room. They’re varying states of attentive; it seems like four are actively engaged in discussion at the moment, and the rest are hanging back for now.

The ones hanging back aren’t even really paying attention to the proceedings. From what Tim can hear of the muffled voices, it sounds like Red Hood’s working something out with the ones he’s talking to.

Some part of Tim wants to wedge the window open and slip inside. He wants—

Oh.

He wants to be in this room.

The desire sits at the front of his breastbone like a thread drawn taut. Tim wants to hear what Red Hood’s saying. How he determines orders, how he distributes them. How crime works on this smaller scale, where Jason cares about individual people.

It’s not—the desire isn’t totally unreasonable. These would all be useful things to know. Things Tim could justify knowing, things that would make it easier for him to help Jason, to make use of him, to plan around him for other parts of Gotham.

Except Tim’s not sure this want is about any of those things.

He’s been hesitating outside the window too long. He’s too visible, and Red Hood’s helmet turns sharply, facing directly towards him.

Tim takes a step back, but not fast enough. He sees the posture of the men in the room react; sees a few reach for weapons. The muffled sound of conversation stops, and then the bottom half of the window slides up.

Red Hood sticks his helmet out. “We’re running late,” he says, tone flat through the filter. “Get in here.”

He moves back out of sight, further into the room. Tim approaches slowly, apprehension mixing with the desire in his chest into something sharp and uncertain.

Every face in the room is turned towards him. He slips through the window, privately relieved that he’s not large enough to make it an awkward fit.

Tim stands with his shoulders set, confident in the way he learned through blood and mistakes. Confident in a way that gives away nothing of the ache in his chest, the way Tim desperately wants to move to the planning table, to see and assess and maximize Red Hood’s resources, give the orders and watch Gotham reform under his guidance.

Confident in a way that gives away none of the reasons Tim isn’t going anywhere near Batman.

Inside the room, he can make out that this is about a dozen men, plus Red Hood. Somewhere from half to a third of the people in Jason’s employ, then; Tim’s not positive about the exact number, but it’s at minimum twenty-six, based off what Red Hood can do in a single night.

“This is a friend of mine,” Red Hood says, turning away from Tim to move back towards the central table. “And he’s good at what we do. He’s free to know anything you’d tell me.”

There’s deliberate undertone to that introduction that Tim’s not nearly skilled enough to start to unpick. But he can watch the reaction to it—the relaxing of bodies, hands moving another inch or two away from the visible weapons.

It’s easier to gauge the room’s reactions than to try and figure out why Jason just gave Tim, known criminal schemer, free reign to ask questions. Even maybe, implicitly, permission to ask questions when Jason isn’t around.

And fuck if Tim doesn’t want it.

Tim can’t be what Roman Sionis made of him. But Jason isn’t thinking about that, isn’t thinking about anything beyond his inexplicable attempt to gain Tim’s trust, and the casual extension of control in his organization makes all the sensible parts of Tim want to turn and start running.

He can’t show it. Tim rolls his shoulders back, shifts his weight deliberately. He’s the shortest and the youngest and the newest in the room, but he has no intention of letting any of that make him a target to these people.

Tim moves further into the room with no hint of hesitation. He circles behind the people standing around the table to fill the empty space of the room at Red Hood’s back, close enough to see what’s on the table but keeping Red Hood well out of his personal space. Keeping everyone in the room within his line of sight.

There’s a stilted pause, where Red Hood’s men are clearly hesitant to continue the conversation in front of an audience. But Jason starts them up again, leaning down to tap his fingers against a specific building on the map of Crime Alley spread out on the table.

“Li Wei, you’re doing inspection on our manufacturers in two days, aren’t you?” Red Hood asks.

Li Wei pulls his gaze away from Tim, to look towards Red Hood’s helmet. He glances down to the map, and says, voice accented, “Yes. Three labs heroin, one lab crystal. Also, we have three-man team doing quiet check on new interested parties.”

“Don’t bother,” Jason says. “I’m gonna be too busy to meet new suppliers for a bit. Reassign ‘em to run last minute inspection on a few of our currents. At least one’s selling whatever is mixing badly.”

“You’re investigating the speedball deaths,” Tim says.

The few people in the room who’d let their guards down snap back to attention. Tim makes himself take a couple steps forward, moving away from the back wall to put himself in Jason’s periphery.

There have been a few reports he’s seen in the police database: an uptick in deaths of drug addicts. Higher presence of both cocaine and heroin in the blood; speedball is the common name for the mixed drugs.

“Yes,” Red Hood says, turning just enough to see him. The mild, business-like tone falls away, replaced with something harsher. “One of my suppliers sold us coke cut with something that reacts with heroin. Killed nearly half the people who mixed ‘em.” Low and lethal: “Motherfucker’s gonna die painfully.”

Drug dealing is the main profit area that Red Hood makes. Tim’s managed to narrow down that he doesn’t technically manufacture anything himself, but his men throttle suppliers and keep track of dealers and drug dens in Crime Alley. They provide some oversight in an attempt to minimize overdoses, make sure what they’re selling isn’t laced or cut with anything, and try to support rehab attempts.

It’d be a terrible business model if Red Hood was in it to make money.

Tim pulls his gaze from the impassive surface of Red Hood’s helmet to look down at the map. Individual buildings marked out, a zoomed-in snapshot of the parts of Crime Alley that Red Hood manipulates.

There’s an offer on the tip of his tongue. Tell me who you buy from, and I can tell you who’s doing it. Because Tim could, he knows it. He knows enough about drug manufacturing – about both the pharmaceutical and the criminal aspects – to be able to pinpoint who’s weak enough to be used as an entry point to hit the people under the protection of Red Hood.

Because there’s no point in a single drug manufacturer lashing out at Red Hood. There’s simply not enough incentive in it; Red Hood holds them to slightly higher standards, but it’s hardly guesswork at all to figure out that he pays them appropriately for their conscientious effort to avoid low-quality product. A single manufacturer is just an avenue to hit Red Hood where it hurts.

The anger in Jason’s voice, the threat towards the manufacturer—he hasn’t realized that yet, has he?

Who are Red Hood’s competitors in the drug market? Who is he taking customers away from?

Tim asks, tone mild as anything, “You took a team against a tong’s incoming shipments a few weeks ago, didn’t you?”

The Xingyun Shou tong – officially recorded by the police as the Lucky Hand gang – has been scrambling for power in the last few months, ever since they had several large-scale issues with their drug trafficking. A mostly-unintentional side effect of some of the plans Tim implemented after he’d gotten the Drake Industries CEO position. It does set them up to act desperately, without considering Red Hood’s penchant for revenge.

Red Hood says slowly, “We took the Lucky Hand’s narcotics shipment, yeah.”

Ah. He needs more detail.

“Which of your manufacturers might respond to coercion from one of the tongs?” Tim asks.

He watches the anger roll slowly into Jason’s body. The slight drawing back of his neck, the set of the shoulders. The gloved hands that flex and curl into fists.

Tim’s closer to Red Hood than he wants to be, watching the anger build, but moving backwards out of Jason’s space would be too obvious. There’s too many eyes in the room, and Tim holds himself still, waiting patiently for the response. Waiting to see if he needs to duck.

Even through the distortion, the finely-held rage is clear in Jason’s voice. “Li Wei. That quiet team?”

Li Wei’s response is immediate. “Reassigned.”

“Good.” The deep breaths are visible, the rise and fall of Jason’s shoulders.

There’s a slow loosening of tension in the room, as Red Hood keeps holding himself still, keeps breathing, slow and silent under the helmet. Tim can finally tear his gaze from Red Hood, looking out around the room, at the faces of Red Hood’s men.

They’re—apprehensive, but none of them seem actively afraid. This is an acknowledged part of working for Red Hood. They’re waiting for the rage to pass before they move on.

It’s probably easier to be less scared when Red Hood doesn’t kill his own lackeys. Roman Sionis in a similar mood would’ve already killed at least one person here.

Red Hood stretches his hands, uncurls them forcibly. Turns back to the table, places his palms down over it and looks over the scattered documents.

“Was that the last of our business?” he asks.

No one speaks up.

“Great.” He spends a few long moments looking down at the table before he straightens back up, the last of the anger sliding off him like snow off a roof. There’s the hint of something like warm familiarity in his voice, Tim’s pretty sure, when he adds, “You should come by more often, birdie.”

“Blackbird.”

The name is out before Tim can swallow it back. He makes his body perfectly neutral—doesn’t allow a flinch, a flicker of an expression, an inhale or exhale too deep.

It’s too telling. Jason hears more than Tim ever intends to say, and this—Tim didn’t intend to say it in the first place. He has no way of knowing what Jason will find in it.

Except that people who don’t want to be superheroes don’t pick out superhero names.

And good people don’t name themselves after supervillains.

“Blackbird,” the Red Hood repeats.

Then again, Jason knows that last part already.

Tim thinks there’s more Jason wants to say. But this isn’t the place, it isn’t the time, not with a dozen career mobsters watching the two of them, trying to figure out if the tension in Red Hood’s body is the signal for an upcoming fight.

“Let’s get moving,” Red Hood says instead, and heads for the window.

#blackbird au #blackbird asks #THIS is why the whole damn thing is called the blackbird au #because Tim at one point wanted to be robin but so far he's mostly what black mask has made of him #and he acknowledges that it's irreversible #blackbird is the compromise between the hero Tim WANTS to be and the villain he knows HOW to be #anon thank you SO much for giving me the opportunity to post this #ily

[i-have-a-sideblog-problem]

Random Headcanon Round 3!

I hate writing long post on my phone ahhh. My laptop charger broke, and I'm pissed to cost $90 to get a new one! This again was way longer then I thought it would be. Enjoy! 😁

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Anyways no one can convince that the House of Lamentation isn't a, 'No shoes inside household'. But now the question is what do the brothers wear when they are home?

Lucifer

He's a slipper man. Never walks around the house is just socks. He wants to maintain his formal appearance, even when at home.

The pair he uses are very sharp; at first glance you'd think he was still wearing dress shoes.

He might be home, but he's still working. He needs to be ready if he has to host a meeting. Plus hard soles makes it easier to case after his idiotic brothers.

As soon as he gets through the front door slipper mode actived. He keeps them in his school bag (so Mammon can't steal them...) once he's swaped shoes he carries his outdoor shoes to his room.

Mammon

Socks and/or bare foot.

Mostly bare foot because it makes it easier to sneak and run once he's caught.

Though when he wears socks they're either plan black sock that cost too much money. Or expensive graphic print socks with drinks, casino chips, or brand logos on them.

He definitely forgets to take his shoes off alot. Mostly because his brain is focused on devising a new project. Normally results in Lucifer yelling at him and making him cleaning the halls where he tracked his dirty shoes through.

Other times he just kicks off his shoes.

Like literally kicks them. They land where they land.

Yes, this is why he and by extention Mc are late to school every. single. day.

He's definitely broken a vase by doing this and gotten strung up by Lucifer.

If Mc hates being late, they'll collect his shoes and leave them by the door with theirs. Or make a game out of it, and see if Mammon can kick the shoes into thier hands.

This only resulted in a black eye once... and a bust lip the second time...

Levi

Socks boy all the way!

He normally wears patterned socks of his anime darlings. Mostly Ruri-chan, of course.

He has the best sock game out of all his brothers. Though they're normies and just don't get it! All his socks are so colorful and cute!

He'll wear his socks one of two ways. One, they'll surprisingly match his outfit extremely well. (Why does the color coordination go so hard!) Or they'll be a signal of which anime or video game he'll be binging for the day.

He also takes his shoes off at the door and carries them to his room. He used to leave them by the door till one day Mammon stole them to sell them.

Satan

Socks and slippers. Why? Because he's extra and thinks it's a fully look.

His slippers are very old fashion. A pair of open back tan slippers, with fuzzy cream color inside. Definitely something you'd see a 80 year old grandpa wear, but don't tell him that.

He likes wearing slippers because it makes him feel extra sophisticated as he reads in front of the fireplace in the library.

His socks however are the completely different story. He never wears matching socks, and they clash so badly. The patterns will be a green and white stripe sock on one foot, and an orange chibi cats sock on the other.

It annoys Lucifer and Asmo, especially since Satan will cuff his pants to fully show off his socks of choice for the day.

Asmo is more annoyed than Lucifer; he just thinks is unprofessional. But Asmo sees it as a fashion crime. He knows you have the matching sock! He's seen the pair together when washing! He matches him for you! At least coordinate the miss matched pairs!

He leaves is RAD shoes and causal shoes at the front door. Mammon is greedy, but doesn't have a death wish.

Someone (surprisingly not Mammon though he got blamed for it) tried to prank him one day by hiding his shoes to make him late. Never again. No one wants to deal with a Satan tantrum. Big mistake.

Asmo

Socks in the Spring and Summer. Fuzzy socks in the Fall. Socks and Slippers in the Winter. The man has a system.

Doesn't matter if he's wearing socks, slippers or both, they always match his outfit, perfectly.

His man has to many slippers. A huge section of his walk in closet is just various slippers.

Scine his slipper and socks need to match his outfit of the day, the style/design ranges from super cute to high fashion.

He never leaves his shoes by the front door, unless he wants Mammom to sell them. It's an unspoken system, so he can help put his big brother.

Plus he can whine to Lucifer about his stuff getting stolen. Which leads to Lucifer making Mammon go shopping with him as "punishment".

(Why can't these boys just hangout and bond like normal people, idk but the system works!)

Beel

Sports slides, like a true jock.

Yes, this is why Mc always catches Beel during his fridge raids. (Hmm the sound of flip flopping on tile floor? Must be Beel!)

The slides are his Fangol team colors. He got them as a gift from Mammon when he first joined the team.

He also keeps his shoes in his RAD bag so he doesn't have to walk back and forth between the front door and bedroom on days he has to carry his comatose twin home. Plus they're quick and easy to put on and off when your arms are filled with the Avatar of Sloth.

Scine he's the only one who wear open toe shoes Asmo well paint his nails for him to match his finger nails!

If Beel is works out he'll put on those sports socks with the grip bottoms so he won't slip on the work out mats.

Belphie

Fuzzy socks king!

Well he is once he walks up from his from his afternoon nap and angrily kicks off his school socks. He hates to feeling of formal socks, this is one of the many reasons he looks so grumpy throughout the day.

His sock collection is by far the softest out of anyone in Devildom. It feels like you're walking on clouds.

All his socks are either blue, purple, or cow print, nothing else.

Scine Beel normally carries Belphie home even if he's not asleep. Beel takes his shoes off in their room. If Beel can't take Belphie home then good luck finding his shoes. Belphie will drop them anywhere in his half asleep daze. He never remembers to pick them up when he wakes up. They're only found when someone trip over them.

Mc

(This is based off my self interest mc. Please tell me what your mc would do!)

On Mc's first day in Devildom after Levi realizes Mc still has their dirty shoes on in thier room, they get gifted a pair of slippers from the boys.

Amso picked them out to much the covers of Mc's bedsheets scine they didn't know Mc's style yet.

Mc wears them mostly in the Winter. The floor get surprisingly cold in the house.

When its not cold though Mc is a bare foot person right along side Mammon. It's easier to run! Which they need to do alot with Mammon being thier first man and partner in crime.

And yes Amso also paints thier nails once they get closer.

Eventually Mc joins team fuzzy socks after seeing how soft Belphie's socks are. And proceeds to steal his, much to Belphie's annoyance.

No fuzzy socks on prank days! The Anti-Lucifer League learned that the hard way...

Sure Mc didn't get lectured but having to nurse a knot the size of their fist for the next week was not fun.

#obey me #obey me brothers #obey me mc #obey me this is my canon #obey me headcanon #obey me my headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons

[tobiasdrake]

Episode 23 - The Sigh of Haruhi Suzumiya, Part 4

The first half of this episode is so gross. This whole arc has been gross.

Yeah and the other one also meant we're not supposed to dive in the pool but we saw exactly what Haruhi thought of that one 15,000 times so why would she respect this one?

Don't worry. If someone catches us trespassing, we'll just shoot them with guns.

Okay, Tsuruya last episode was like "Aww Mikuru you're so hot in that outfit!" and now this. Does Mikuru even have a single friend who doesn't objectify her?

Shit, even Mikuru herself got in on it, that time when Future Mikuru was like "Go ahead and make out with my drugged past self as payment!"

Is this Haruhi?

Does Haruhi see Mikuru as an object so much that her perception affects the way everyone else sees her too? Is Mikuru being cosmically objectified by the universe itself? Because that's despair-inducing.

OH GOD NO NOT AGAIN

I'm so glad Yuki's here. I'm so glad we have an alien robot who can absorb ludicrous harm and move faster than time to be Haruhi's cosmic babysitter.

Oh hey, we got to see it this time. Not as comical as I'd expected but still funny.

Not sure why Mikuru needs more anti-laser nanomachines. Didn't she already have anti-laser nanomachines? Does she need new anti-laser nanomachines for every new contact that Haruhi makes her wear?

Oh. That's why. Because it was a new attack to justify a different color of contact lens. Haruhi invented a new type of optic blast for Mikuru to fire. Got it.

Does Mikuru officially qualify as transhumanist since she has blood nanites keeping her from shooting eye beams?

Far be it for me to say that Kyon's opinion ever matters, but honestly, I think the guy who was almost decapitated twice during filming deserves to have his voice heard on this.

Unfortunately, it's Haruhi who gets the final judgment. So if you think you can convince her to give up on this, go ahead and try!

Kyon's never really understood the tone of this group.

As an esoteric entity whose will shapes reality itself and a violent, self-centered misanthrope, Haruhi is like a force of nature. The job here isn't to stop the Haruhicane. The Haruhicane cannot be stopped. The job is damage control. Evacuating people from the Haruhicane's path and nailing things down so it doesn't destroy everything.

Oh that's a terrible idea. Picture this.

Scenario 1: We have to explain to Haruhi why her most trusted subordinates violently assaulted her.

Scenario 2: We don't. Haruhi now believes that there is some sort of violent assailant running around the city with a baseball bat and a hunger for attacking teenage girls. And when Haruhi believes it....

Scenario 3: We accidentally kill her because blunt force trauma to the head is unpredictable and now we get to find out what happens when God dies.

No, seriously, Tsuruya spiked Mikuru's drink so she and Haruhi could put Mikuru in an alluring outfit and film a love scene with Itsuki without Mikuru being fully cognizant of what was happening to her.

I don't know how it is in Japan but I'm like 80% certain that in the U.S., this is the #1 top-of-the-chart Violation of the Girl Code. This would be friendship-destroying. Preventing this exact scenario from occurring is literally one of your responsibilities as a Girl Bestie in a social environment.

Tsuruya is not only derelict in her duty to protect Mikuru from predators; She is actively a predator herself.

I don't know why everyone complains about Eternal Eight when this arc is much worse.

#the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya #drake watches haruhi suzumiya #mikuru asahina #yuki nagato

[cryptic-vale]

Hey hey ^^ TUMBLR just showed me your scp character. And I like the design. Can you drop some facts about this character? Anything you like, I'm always interested in other peoples stuff :3

Oh dear. Anon, I'm sorry in advance. SCP is a special interest and I'm about to dump so much info on ya.

Buckle up, cuz I'm feral. I love this dude. Omg

Me rn

Anyways, this lil dude, SCP-7167. Poor guy eats memories. Kinda. Technically he takes memories from people and stores them in his own head. (Yes this includes the emotions along with the memory) He can also create false memories for the person he steals from, and the longer they hang around him the more "true" those memories feel. He wears a little owl necklace that is dubbed SCP-7167-2 because it almost completely nullifies his anomalous abilities.

Poor guy is stuck chilling in his pretty bare containment chamber, with just a bed and dresser at first, but they did eventually give him a sketchbook to doodle in. (Feel free to ask for doodles from him)

For the most part he's cooperative with any tests done on him, since luckily they don't cause physical harm.

I'm still working on the transition form between human and monster, but uh, he gets real big. Like. REALLY big. (I'm debating on his memory effect being easier/stronger in this form)

I uh, may also be drafting an article for him to put in the wiki, so have at thee the description

Item #: SCP-7167

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: The containment chamber for SCP-7167 is a 10x10 room outfitted with a bed, and a small dresser with clothes. The entrance to the chamber is a heavy metal door outfitted with a heavy lock. One guard is to be stationed outside the door at all times. SCP-7167 is to be given 2 meals a day, as it has shown disinterest in eating in the mornings.

Description: SCP-7167 is a caucasian human male in appearance, standing at 168 centimeters tall. It has shoulder length wavy dark hair that is partially pulled back, pale eyes, and what appears to be a tattoo running down the length of its spine.

SCP-7167 has shown the ability to increase its height up to ██ feet tall. It has been recorded that as its height increases, other physical attributes change. The most noticeable changes are at the extremities. It's hands and feet gain a dark grey color, as well as claws protruding from all digits. Spine-like growths appear on its spine, in line with the tattoo markings. The coloring in SCP-7167's eyes fully disappears, leaving the eyes an empty white.

The entity has shown the ability to act as an amnestic of sort, being able to remove select memories from its victim. The means of how this is achieved is unknown, however it has been observed that SCP-7167 will hold its victims face and stare into their eyes. Memories that have been requested for removal will be gone after this interaction.

After extensive tests, it was discovered that SCP-7167 is able to alter and replace memories with false ones. Testing has shown that prolonged exposure to SCP-7167 causes these false memories to be more convincing. After a 12 hour period of exposure, these memories are believed to be fully true by the victim of SCP-7167 Due to this, the security personnel assigned to it's containment chamber must be rotated every 5 hours. This rotation, combined with SCP-7167-2 (described below) allow for secure containment of SCP-7167.

It is required to wear a necklace, labelled scp-7167-2, which lessens the effects of SCP-7167 to almost nothing. SCP-7167-2 is a necklace consisting of a fabric cord with a small owl carved out of malachite hanging on it. It has also been observed that this necklace prevents its physical changes as well.

Anyways, thanks for coming to my Ted talk

#cryptid asks #scp oc #scp foundation #help hyperfixation #im so sorry anon

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - A Nice Surprise

The day before Sigrid and Robin's wedding, all is peaceful as Sigrid gets an opportunity to sleep in just a little. That is, until there's a knock on the door.

Sigrid: Who could that be?

Sigrid: Anya! What are you doing here?

Anya: Well hello to you too!

Sigrid chuckles, pulling her into a hug.

Sigrid: Well, hi. Can't blame me for being shocked to see you, especially this early in the morning.

Anya: I have a good reason for it.

Sigrid: Which is...?

Anya: Well, as it's one day before your big day, I'm going to take you out to celebrate!

Sigrid: Celebrate? I mean, isn't a wedding celebration enough?

Anya: Weddings celebrate the couple and the joining of family. This celebration is for you.

Sigrid: Me? Gee Anya, I don't know about-

Anya: Now before you turn me down, I want you to take this.

Anya pulls out a gift, handing it to Sigrid.

Sigrid: Wha- Anya, what is this?

Anya: A new dress, paired with a couple more special accessories. Now I want you to get dressed, do your makeup, make yourself look absolutely stunning, and then come with me. Robin's already in on the surprise and will take care of the girls, so don't worry about them. Today is all about you.

Sigrid: I... wow... thank you. I'm not used to all of this. Guess I can't back out now.

Anya: That's right! Come on, it'll be fun, just trust me, kay?

Sigrid: Okay, I trust you.

Anya: Well hurry inside and get ready!

Sigrid gets ready and is whisked away by Anya to an undisclosed location. When she arrives, Sigrid witnesses an entire space fully decorated, gifts piled up, and a delicious spread of food. She's amazed to see all of this, to say the least.

Sigrid: Oh my- what is all of this?

Before Sigrid can get an answer to that, sims begin piling into the space, family from all sides here to celebrate. Sigrid can only take in all the festivities for a moment, in awe to see such a collection of family here, both old and new faces.

In all the excitement, Sigrid hadn't even noticed that Sabrina and Scarlett had also arrived, both wearing matching colors to her sash. She first spots Sabrina, who's chatting with Anya as if all of this is just a casual thing.

Sigrid: Okay, don't act like this is normal! Did you guys plan all of this?

Sabrina chuckles, turning to look at Sigrid.

Sabrina: Well Anya was the mastermind behind all of this, but we all pitched in.

Anya: I know you didn't really want all of the raucousness of a bachelorette party, but you've been through a lot to get to this moment, so I figured what better way to celebrate you than bring all the ladies in the family together to celebrate sisterhood with a bridal shower. Well, ladies plus Sabrina.

Sabrina side-eyes Anya playfully, acknowledging the validating comment while also seeing it for the good-natured jest it is.

Sabrina: Har-har, I can be a lady when needed.

Anya: And thank goodness for that, because we need you right now!

Sigrid laughs at the two cousins' banter, her heart swelling.

Sigrid: You guys are amazing. This is amazing.

Sabrina: Well enjoy it because you deserve it! Now go say hi to all your guests!

Anya: Yeah, go have fun girly!

Sigrid nods and happily heads off to greet her guests, some of whom she is meeting for the first time as they officially welcome her into the family. It's a tad overwhelming, but equally wonderful to be surrounded by so much love. Thankfully, there are familiar faces that help make things easier.

Matilda: Well well! So my big blockhead brother still managed to convince you to marry him.

Sigrid laughs.

Sigrid: Great to see you, Matilda. Love the new look!

Matilda: Well I had to upgrade my wardrobe. Just wait until you see my outfit for tomorrow. I'll try not to upstage you, but no promises.

Sigrid: I wouldn't expect anything less! How's your mom and brothers?

Matilda: Ugh, don't get me started. Let's just say I'm glad my teen years are almost over. I'm ready for my own space. No snotty boys allowed.

Sigrid: I understand, but try to cherish the moments as well. They'll be the distant past before you know it.

Matilda: Yeah, I know. Just glad to have some feminine energy join the family. It's nice to have a sister.

Sigrid: Well we have a lifetime to spend hanging out together if you'd like. Hanging around you might help keep me young!

Matilda: Trust me, dealing with my nieces and brother, you're going to need it. We'll take care of each other.

Sigrid: Thanks, sis.

Speaking of sisters, Sigrid spots and greets Yolanda with a big hug.

Sigrid: Yolanda! You made it!

Yolanda: Wouldn't miss it for the world! The girls are around here somewhere too. Figured it'd be nice for them to get out of the house and meet some other ladies. You look wonderful, by the way.

Sigrid: Thanks, all Anya's doing. I'll have to find the girls after this. Miss the boys too. How are they doing?

Yolanda's face sours at just the thought.

Yolanda: Ugh, it's just getting harder. Sergio communicates less and less and won't let Kirk see his brother much these days. He's starting to spiral mentally and it's so frustrating because it feels like I'm failing him, but what can I do when his father is being such a pain? Caring for three kids is hard enough, but trying to co-parent with Virginia's ex? He's insufferable at times.

Sigrid: Hmm, you know, Sergio is Anya's ex as well. Maybe she can help you. If nothing else, she can give you some context and additional information to help deal with him. Maybe with time, things will improve.

Yolanda: I hope so. I'll have to talk to her... oh, what am I doing? This is your day! Don't let me bring the mood down, go and enjoy your last day as an unmarried woman! We're all excited for the big day tomorrow!

Sigrid and Yolanda aren't the only ones who end up having a deep conversation that day, however.

Scarlett: Anya went all out on this place, didn't she? What a lovely idea for Sigrid.

Sabrina: Yeah, I think Sigrid likes this a lot, even if she wasn't expecting it or even thought she really wanted it. And I mean, it's always nice to have something to celebrate. An impending wedding is the perfect excuse.

Scarlett: Speaking of weddings... how are you and Beau doing?

Sabrina can't help but laugh at their mother's attempt at being subtle.

Sabrina: Mom, you can just just say it. You wanna know if Beau and I are getting to that point in our relationship or not.

Scarlett: Well...?

Sabrina: Well... At Laks and Tabatha's wedding, Tabatha said she saw me and Beau getting married next in our friend group. I can see why. Beau is a great partner. He's attentive, understanding, and communicative. Juno loves him, too. I know he's more than willing to officially be Juno's stepdad.

Scarlett: I'm hearing a lot about other's perception of him, and very little about yours. How are you feeling in this relationship?

Sabrina: I love Beau. I was just saying all this to give perspective to my thought process at that moment when Tabatha brought it up. It got me thinking... maybe she's right. Maybe we should just do it.

Scarlett: I wished you'd say it a little more romantic-like rather than say you should "just do it".

Sabrina: Mom, I didn't mean-

Scarlett: Marriage is a big deal. It's not for everyone. It wasn't for me. That doesn't mean it's not for you, but you need to be absolutely sure. You want my opinion? I think Beau's the best guy you've ever been involved with. He's stuck with you through a lot of crap. I know for a fact he loves you with his entire heart. The only thing stopping him from getting on one knee this very moment is you. He respects that you need to take things slow. He's never going to force you into anything you don't want to do, and that includes marrying him. He already sees Juno as his, even with Marquise involved. But, my opinion doesn't really matter, so I'll ask this one more time: how are you feeling in this relationship?

Sabrina takes in Scarlett's words, their demeanor softening as they think about their boyfriend and all he's been to them. A small smile forms on their face.

Sabrina: I... wanna propose to Beau. He's been going on my timeline for so long, it feels right to display my love for him. And you know me, I've never been traditional. I'm sure Beau would propose if I let him know that's the next step I want, but I think it's better the other way around in this context.

Scarlett grins at her child, hearing sure words come out of their mouth for the first time in this conversation. Sabrina suddenly feels nervous and shy, realizing the earnest expression on their mother's face.

Sabrina: I-I mean, it'll probably still be a while before I do it, you know? I mean, there's so much else going on, with the wedding and upcoming birthdays, and Marquise texted me recently saying we'll need to have a chat, I don't know what about, maybe the arrangement for the summer or-

Scarlett: Sabrina, breathe. I'm not telling you to propose tomorrow. You could propose 50 years from now and I'd be perfectly fine with that. I'm just saying, no matter what you have my blessing. Okay?

Sabrina: Yeah... okay. Thanks, Mom.

Scarlett: Anything for you, hun.

In the end, Sigrid's bridal shower was filled with love, good advice, and good memories. With the wedding tomorrow, Sigrid didn't realize just how much she needed the fellowship of her family, both old and new. Now she feels more ready than ever to marry Robin and seal her future forever.

#sims 4 fontenot legacy #sims 4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 modded #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #ts4 simblr

[winterfireice]

Sokeefitz pumpkin picking

“Wait, are you telling me that I have lived here for five years and neither of you told me elves have PUMPKINS!! I yelled at my boyfriends as they nodded sheepishly. “How could you not tell me?” I'm mostly joking about being mad but there's some serious annoyance about multiple years missed out on awesome autumn things. “We thought you knew.” Fitz says putting a hand on his neck and looking down like he always does when he's embarrassed. “Sweetheart, I love you both so much but it took me two years to fully even realize that one, I liked you guys and two, that you also liked me. I am not very observant of stuff that doesn't involve me almost dying. So how the heck was I supposed to notice pumpkins.” Keefe and Fitz look at eachother and an agreement seems to pass over their faces “You know shes right, especially after all the autumn stuff she talked about and missing it.” Keefe says “Yeah that was a mistake on our part.” Fitz replies, “How about this we go pumpkin picking in two hours and make it a special date.” i stare into his very teal eyes and and ask “Why two hours?” “Well that's a surprise.” Keefe says tackling me onto the bed and give me a hug. “Ok, ok two hours I can wait but you two better being wearing something orange.” “Perfect we will pick you up at,” Fitz checks his watch that his partners gave him for one of his birthday gifts, “noon for our fun october date.”

A few hours and an outfit change later I was ready. I decided on a simple multicolor autumn colored sweatshirt, frayed jeans and some boots with a rusty colored beanie that she had in the back of her closet, last year she was feeling nostalgic and convinced her friends to come with her to the forbidden cities and buy some fall outfits well actually the plan was to get an outfit but she went with Biana so they ended up with way to many clothes most of them not fit for autumn but it was a lot of fun and a great stress reliever. “Hello, there are two very attractive guys standing outside your door with treats.” I hear Keefe’s voice coming through the door, opening it I see him with flowers in his hand and Fitz holding a red box, “Aww, guys you didn't have to do this, I was just being dramatic when I said I was mad at you.” I say looking at my amazing boyfriends. “Oh we know but we wanted to make up for the lost time so we have flowers in a big pretty bow and if you open that box you will find, duh dun dun dun” Keefe signs pointing to the box that has been handed to me and I open it seeing caramel bursts and “Are these mini pumpkin pies?” Fitz nods, “I love you two so much.” I put the food down onto my bed and pull them into a hug “Ok but I can't hold this off,” I step back looking at Keefes head “What is that hat” “You said wear orange!” Keefe says smuggly “Sweetheart, it's a bright orange cowboy hat.” Fitz's crisp accent mentions reaching up to straighten the hat. “Oh like you weren't blushing when you first saw me.” Keefe smirks at Fitz “You were wearing a scarf! You know I'm weak for you guys in scarves!” Fitz says. I chuckle leaning in to give him a kiss of affection “Ok should be heading out now?” I ask while grabbing the baked goods.

A light leap and a few minutes later were at a pumpkin patch and I see an apple cider stand or at least something that looks like an apple cider stand. “It's so adorable!” I'm still holding Fitz, and Keefe’s hands so I shake them a little, rattling their arms in a swaying motion. “I think you're more adorable.” Keefe is looking at me and I can feel my face blushing, “Agreed, where should we start?” Fitz turns so he's standing in front of us and I voice my wonders about the drink stand and it turns out that it's pumpkin juice with some elf ingredients that I don't know, not apple cider but it tastes good and that's all that matters.

“Now the question is, how many do we need?” Fitz asks in a light tone while we stand in what is the biggest pumpkin patch I've ever seen and the most pumpkins I've seen. There is such a variety of sizes and colors including pinks and blues. “I have no idea, I say we just keep going until we have too many.” Keefe responds “I don't think you can ever have too many pumpkins.” I joke, “We may need a cart or something to make this easier.” We end up with twelve, a small orange one for Keefe’s nightstand table, two for Fitz’s house, three for carving and three for painting which apparently elves don't carve pumpkins and only paint them so we decided to do both, and then three for different recipes Fitz wants to try.

“That was amazing, thank you guys. I think that may have to become a yearly tradition for us.” I say lying on my bed. “I'm down with that.” Keefe is lying on the other side of my bed with his pumpkin on his lap that he named George. “What if we add on to that by tomorrow coming over to my place and making some pumpkin treats?” Fitz asks, he's sitting by my desk writing down ideas. “That sounds perfect. I think I may have a recipe book around here somewhere from my human parents and there is this great pie recipes we can try.” “Ooo that sounds amazing, I love pie!” Keefe sits up excitedly “Ok perfect well make some pie.” Fitz laughs. “I'm excited best date ever expanded.” I say meaning every word.

#I know it’s late sorry I meant to post it earlier #winterfireice writes sometimes #kotlc fic #Kotlc #sokeefitz #also yes I suck at naming things

[musecaravan-info]

Ealdwine

"Every act of creation is first an act of destruction." ~ Pablo Picasso ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Idris Elba

AGE: Old; was born in the mid-500's CE

EYES: Dark Brown

HAIR: Black; there's a bit of peppering, but it's more noticeable in his beard because he keeps his head cut VERY close to his head

HEIGHT: 6'2

PRIMARY OUTFIT: Ealdwin's fashion sense would probably be described as 'homey' or 'down to earth.' He likes corduroy, linen, wool, etc. The fabric choices are a bit 'new age' and he probably gives off that vibe a little. The only difference being that he's not really flashy or colorful. He likes earth tones, and burnished metals, for example. And he's much rather wear uncut/unpolished stones rather than shiny/sparkly ones.

Personality

Ealdwine can initially come off as a little gruff, but if you share a story or two with him, he warms up quickly. Once you’ve earned his friendship, he’s a good guy to have on your side. He’s the kind of friend who’ll help you move books… or help you move bodies.

Sometimes he takes himself too seriously - you won’t often catch him laughing at jokes made at his expense. However, he does enjoy a good joke and is happy to share in the laughter… as long as it’s not directed at him.

Abilities

Long-Lived - Ealdwine doesn’t know how long his lifespan will be, so even after all this time he tries to live each day to the fullest.

Potion-brewing - There isn’t anything he CAN’T brew - whether or not he WILL is an entirely different story.

Scrying - This is usually done with a potion he mixes up himself and then pours over a highly-polished silver mirror.

Green Thumb - Although he can’t grow whatever he wants whenever he chooses, Ealdwine has an uncanny ability to grow things a fraction faster and a fraction better than other people.

Human with the Sight - Despite his age, Ealdwine usually ‘reads’ as human to other supernatural characters who have the ability to sense such things. Thanks to the faerie soul within him, he’s capable of seeing things that others don’t think or expect him to see.

Good Listener - A natural trait that comes from being a bartender.

Weaknesses

Iron - While not as deadly to him as it was to his faerie counterpart, pure iron can affect Ealdwine’s supernatural abilities, weakening or disrupting them.

Humanity - While he does heal faster than a typical human, Ealdwine IS still human. He can be killed just like any other human… it’s just harder to do.

Romance

Technically, Ealdwine is pansexual/panromantic - meaning he has no preferences regarding how someone identifies or how they look physically. However, first and foremost he is Demi when it comes to both romance and sex. He needs to feel fully comfortable with someone as a friend and platonic companion before he’s willing to take things further. Once he’s reached that point, he becomes a man who dotes on his lover - creating special potions, giving small tokens of affection, offering lots of subtle public displays of affection (like forehead kisses and hand squeezing.)

Where to Find Him

Usually at his pub

Also sometimes in the forest gathering potion ingredients

Occasionally a bookstore or tea shop

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

Ealdwine is a witch - none of this ‘warlock’ stuff, thanks. And no, he didn’t have to sell his soul to anyone to get his powers. Well… sort of. He did make a bargain, but it wasn’t for his soul, visa versa actually. Once he was a humble farmer, and one day while searching for a lost lamb, he happened across a dying faerie… one who didn’t wish to die. After some convincing (and bargaining) Ealdwine agreed to let the faerie’s soul reside alongside his own. In the beginning, they were two separate souls, but over the centuries their essences have melded creating a singular, unique individual. These days, Ealdwine runs a pub called “The Tree of Life” where he mostly keeps to himself. However, for the right price, he can brew you up something special.

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[heartmix]

Happy Wife (Matt Jackson x Reader)

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 500+

Warnings: Barely proofread, outfit shaming

A/N: Wrote this when Matt started to tone it down and I can't lie, it made me happy. Lmk if I misspelled anything.

Wrestling Masterlist / Masterlist

The young bucks were an amazing tag team. They were brilliant with what they did, not only were they good wrestlers but they were amazing performers. They knew how to draw in a crowd, how to have them involved with the match, and how to either play a heel or a face. They played the bad guy a little too good at times, Twitter is all the proof one needs.

You support them with everything they have done, been by their side on and off camera with everything that happened. All their decisions were not met with any complaints from you....until now.

They dressed like a 5 year old who dressed themselves. You hated that this one thing was your breaking point. They had some pretty interesting gear in the past but that was ring gear, this was an everyday thing. Their promos, ring side appearances, shoe shopping trips, late night dinners, anything normal there was going to be a ridiculous outfit.

You really shouldn't have minded, really. It was petty but you didn't want to be seen with them when they would wear an outfit you hated. You had no choice though, you were by them at ring side, airport rides and everything. It reflected you also and it was about to change.

You couldn't make Nick change. You both butted heads and it'll just end up not even being focused on the outfit but something weird like who was more acclaimed. But Matt on the other hand, you married the dude so it shouldn't be a problem to convince him to change even just a little bit.

"Matt, can we have a talk." You sighed making it seem dramatic. You needed to or there will be at least 10 joke before you got to the point. By the end of that they were going to think what you were saying was a joke.

"Oh no, that's my cue. Good luck bro." Nick said quickly exiting the locker room.

"I promise whatever I did I'll make it up to you." He already started pleading which was a funny sight.

"Great. It makes this easy. I'm going to need you to dress more normal."

"What?" He asked not fully understanding what you meant.

"Less crazy, less matching tracksuits, less Nick."

"Less Nick?" He questioned like he didn't know what I was talking about.

"Yes less Nick. It was his idea in the first place, I was there." You gave him a bored expression.

"I can't just change it up, we are a tag team. The image baby."

"I'm not saying to be entirely different, you can still dress colorful and in those ridiculous patterns but cool it. I'm seen out with you losers. Weird that I'm the only normal, hot one."

"Babe!" He gasped being fake offended, maybe fake.

"Okay you're hot also but my point still stands. Can we calm it down with the outfits."

"What If I say no." He tried to pull one over but no way you were going to give up that easy.

"I'll divorce you."

"I'll run all my outfits by you." He gave you a smile before you gave him a kiss. 'Happy wife, happy life' Matt kept repeating to himself.

#aew #the young bucks #matt jackson #being the elite #aew x reader #aew imagine #matt jackson x reader #matt jackson imagine

[floralovebot]

ohhhhhhh my god a helia fashion essay im begging 🙏🙏🙏!!!! figuring out my own style wound up being the least effort/most rewarding life hacks regarding comfort and self esteem so i LOVE seeing people break down cut and style and aesthetic and the hows and whys!!!

YESSSSS

Fashion style is also so important when it comes to character building and like? The first few seasons in the show and comics were okay but later on??? You cannot convince me that Helia would actually wear that kind of stuff on his own. Like. You can't.

Okay so here's the pinterest board! I honestly had some trouble finding outfits that I really think he would wear :( You'll notice that a lot of the pins are very similar to each other. But anyway, some thoughts:

Somewhat classic + academia look. Like he would have the dark academia bitches on lock.

I think, for the most part, Helia prefers clothes that are comfortable but still stylish enough that they could be considered "dressed up". So there's a lot of dress pants, fitted in the waist area, long coats, you get the idea.

Lots of neutral colors! So browns, beiges, whites, blacks, etc. He does wear other colors but they're usually still muted in a way. Just not too bright or flashy.

I haven't fully figured out what his body looks like, but usually I headcanon that he has more of a "swimmer's build". So pretty lean, longer legs, toned but not bulky. So clothes that are somewhat boxy look really good on him! I think he would also have a smaller waist (think ateez's san) so things that are fitted around his waist but looser elsewhere also look really good (aka looser pants paired with a functional belt).

When it comes to shoes, I see a lot of classier shoes plus the occasional boots or sneakers depending on what he's doing/where he's going.

For fabrics, mostly cotton and other looser materials for shirts. Sturdier materials like wool for pants and the like.

I think he would occasionally wear something tighter but that really only happens for formal events. Any occasion that requires them to look more put together yknow?

If he does wear tighter pants, boots are a definite go to for shoes.

Shirts are almost always tucked in (except for sweater type things), but he always leaves some material loose! Like unless the shirt itself is already tight, he never tucks it in so much that it becomes tight.

On the other hand, if he's on a mission or in a dangerous area, he always wears tighter (but still flexible) clothing to ensure that nothing snags or could get pulled on.

I'll try to add some more things if I find anything good! I'm also working on my redesign of him which includes more outfit designs since the boys don't get a lot.

#he really is that academia bitch #like academia + cafe bitch kinda look #i wanted to add some like mission looks but i couldnt find anything close enough #honestly i dont think he likes wearing shorts? he does sometimes in canon but canon's a hoe so #answered #anonymous #winx helia

[im-frickin-trying-okay]

Random BNHA Headcanons

(This is my first time doing this 😭)

Summary: A bunch of random BNHA headcanons. So, basically the title. The only reason I’m adding a read more is because I want it to be easier to navigate my page, lol

Bakugo is oddly nice when he first wakes up, but he's not exactly a morning person. He's less "I hate the world, why am I awake???" And more like "I'm extremely comfortable and the only thing that can ruin my mood is becoming less comfortable." He likes hovering between awake and asleep, y'know? Which is why if he's sleepy, his guard drops. When leaving the dorms, if he hasn't fully woken up, he goes from "outta my way, shitty-hair," to "mornin' Eijirou," and by the time he's actually aware of what he said, Kiri's already freaking out. If he's in bed all day for any reason other than being sick, he's probably soft for at least a few hours.

Kaminari's the type to wake up at 2 AM with an idea, go to jot it down, and then realize that he wrote a ten chapter book and now he's late for class. He'll probably put it into a google doc or something, so he can continue to add onto it throughout the day. I also feel like he probably will also randomly get a question and then spend hours researching it and any surrounding topics, before rambling to Kiri about "bro, if I went to the beach, I could make a bunch of glass! Probably! Maybe!" And then have to try and convince his friends that he can just make windows if anyone needs them.

Sero had added moves to his skill set, and practiced particular actions, with the sole intention of mimicking Spiderman. When Kirishima questions him on it, he compares Spiderman to Crimson Riot. They have a conversation that's essentially fanboying, both of them saying "we are not bringing All Might into this," and then more fanboying.

Jirou has an extremely eclectic music taste. If you can name a song, she probably knows it. She can memorize full melodies and all the lyrics within two or three listens, because she's just that good. Some people call her the human Shazam, because if you play the first five seconds of a song she likes, she'll immediately know what it is. She's also called out artists if they made a clear rip-off of a much better song. Her music taste is all over the place, which therefore makes it superior. However. This does not stop her from listening to the same six songs on repeat for a week. The six change a lot, though.

Koda has trouble with bugs, especially big ones. They scare him. But he has pretty much no issues with tigers, lions, horses, or even wolves. He loves animals, he really does. If you just showed up at his doorstep and shoved a bear cub in his arms, he wouldn't really question it, because he'd be happy to have a cute animal to play with.

Todoroki believes himself to be the opposite of moody. His definition of moody is switching emotions for no reason. He, personally, doesn't feel any emotion until something happens that day, be it a thought or an event, and his emotions stay fixed like that until something else happens. He could be having a great day, and then suddenly, it's a horrible day, and he can't figure out how people just "get over it." He does, however, find that unless something REALLY bad or REALLY good happens, his brain does a little emotional reset when he goes to sleep. Like, go to sleep feeling down, wake up feeling kinda meh.

Kirishima has considered re-dying his hair. Come on, hot pink is so manly! How could he not consider it? But he eventually resigns himself, because red just is his color now. Also, I feel like once, before dorms, he was really out of it, so he went to class with his hair down, and this was the first time anyone had seen him like that, and everyone was just confused as hell. Especially Bakugo. "Your hair's less shitty today. What the fuck."

Uraraka takes part in stupid bets all the time. Partially for the fun, and partially for the profit. She once floated Bakugo to the ceiling for 26 minutes before she had to put him down, because Kiri said that if she survived, he'd give her a dollar per minute. She ended up having to go to the recovery girl's office, but at least she got her money.

Mina is one of the few people who can understand and keep up with Deku's mumbling. This is not because she specifically tries to, (like Uraraka) or because she's known him long enough, (like Bakugo.) She's just used to gossipping with Hagakure at 4 AM, and therefore can understand high-speed low-volume speech. She's called him out on things before, but only when she's interested. She completely tunes out things about All Might and heroes and whatnot, but if he ever has anything to say about his classmates, specifically about Uraraka, Todoroki, and Bakugo, (because she, Hagakure, and Denki placed bets,) she hears every word.

Iida secretly loves to break the rules. He acts strict in front of anyone who he respects, or wants respect from, but after he thinks everyone's asleep, he relaxes, doing things that he considers rule-breaking without any remorse. Denki heard someone walking around outside while on one of his late-night internet searches. After finally willing himself to break away from an article about pandas, he popped his head out of the door to find Iida sneaking around. After some silent observation, Denki realized that not only did Iida just get back from breaking curfew, but he casually stole Hot Cheetos from Bakugo's room on the way back to his dorm. He said nothing the next day, at least not directly, but he sorta shoved Sero and Iida in the same room so that they could be bad influences on each other.

Despite it being a major part of her quirk, Hagakure almost never feels invisible. She has a lot of friends to talk to, she can wear cool outfits to stand out, and she is always talking. The only time she's not talking is during stealth training, and when she's using said stealth training to spy on people.

Tsu's little "ribbit" thing is actually just for fun. It feels right to do it, so she does it. Nothing wrong with that. However, pretty much everyone else assumed it was a part of her quirk. It took an insane amount of convincing to get that idea out of their heads. Deku was proud to be one of the few who never actually associated it with her quirk. He could prove it if he wanted to, actually, but that would require showing someone his notebook, which would open a whole other can of worms.

Oh yeah, speaking of Deku's notebook, he has multiple. Six to be exact. One is on his fellow classmates, one is on most pros, one is on the LOV, one is specifically on All Might, one is on his own quirk development, and the last one is a narrative of what's happening in his life, which is why he's constantly thinking as if he's telling a story. He mentally narrates everything that happens in his life, although he sometimes wonders if he's dramatizing things because of that. His internal monologue is constantly running its mouth, and sometimes he ends up speaking over it.

Tokoyami really likes plague doctors. He just does. He wants a plague doctor mask so he can walk around with less judgement, or maybe more, who knows? He just loved the concept. He claims that they're just really cool, which most people agree with, but he's never told any of them that he likes them because he saw a plague doctor mask for the first time at the age of six, and immediately thought bird man.

Sato likes baking, but he can't cook normally to save his life. Well, he can, but he can't. He hasn't burned water, and he knows how to do the very basics, but he can't function without a recipe, not to mention the fact that he's googled how to saute mushrooms three times and still doesn't get it. Baking comes pretty naturally. Exact measurements, precise times and temperatures. Cooking does not. Eyeballing ingredient amounts, guessing if the flame is high enough, trying to figure out how often 'stir occasionally' is. He actually once asked Bakugo if he had advice, to which he responded, "Why the hell are you asking me?!"

#bakugo headcanons #kirishima headcanon #deku headcanons #uraraka headcanons #todoroki headcanons #denki headcanons #iida headcanons #class 1-A #bnha #mha #mina headcanons #tsu headcanons #bnha headcanons #my hero academia #jirou headcanons #sero headcanons #hagakure headcanons #koda headcanons #tokoyami headcanons #sato headcanons

[shyrose57]

Brothers anon back with ANGST at the very last question on part 2. Im honestly not positive myself how im gonna fix it. I have ideas but still. Hopefully this isn't to long.

Rans life at Mizu: For Mizu I've changed it a bit, history is still messed up to a point. But other people like Technoblade, Philza, Sam, Foolish, etc are now included with their own rooms. Ran idolized/choose Technoblade to follow. Followers of Technoblade are the only people in the City (expect for guards or police type people, though they also tend to be followers of Techno) that are allowed to freely carry weapons (after the proper training of course). Ran choose Technoblade because he wanted to protect those he loved and he was always interested in the art of fighting. He had two mentors, a women named Alma, she mostly did hand to hand combat and defense training with Ran, while a man named Fermin was a historical teacher, and taught him the history of wars and weapons more indepth than regular classes did. He had quite a few friends, though only a few close friends he often went to play games with or have sleepovers with (if you want angst, Ran was actually the one who discovered two of his friends bodies and had to report them, forcing him to go back a few times to see their bodies). Im pretty sure I mentioned it before but the brothers had a family of 6! Their mom was Ranya and was a 20% enderman hybrid, their dad was Seth and was a normal human, of course you know the brothers, their younger brother (14 years old upon death/a year younger than Ran) was named Lias and was human, and their younger sister was Memi (10 years old upon death) and was human. Ran was close to his parents, often having Ranya read him to bed and riding Seth's shoulders when he was young. He also baby sat Lias and Memi when everyone else was out, also helping them with homework and letting them sleep in his bed when nightmares happened. He loved his family and its when the murders and sabotages started happening did he choose Technoblade as his idol, to protect his family and seem intimating to whoever was doing the sabotages. 

1: When the carriage finally stopped Cletus jumped out and faceplanted onto the ground, screaming about how he was finally free and away from all the awkward tension. Grievous, Jackie, and Isaac where all close behind, all having a similar reaction. While Watson, Charles, and Benjamin had a calmer reaction simply walking out and stretching. Ran was the last to get out, and he had to be dragged out by Watson, but he fought being dragged out. He grabbed the edges of the carriage and screamed while being forced out. Ranbob was calmer, and while jumping out he accidentally landed on Grievous, forcing his head back into the dirt, who then let out a muffled shout of alarm before immediately getting up and confronting a nervous and apologetic Ranbob. 

3: He isn't the fastest at evaluating a situation, and needs ample time to make decisions. He also isnt the best at understanding emotions at times and sometimes needs a little push in a direction to understand. Also at points he gets into situations he doesnt know how to handle at all, at those times he almost shuts down with overwhelment, and the leadership tends to go to Benjamin for a while during it. 

5: Their healing potions, so they work over time, slowly working with the body to heal and regenerate, so they take longer to fully work. Poitions work generally the same (ingredient wise), but theres more steps. For a potion of harming, first you crush up and gently mix in a spiders eye into a Awkward potion, then put it on the brewing stand for 10 minutes, then after the Poison potion is made, you get another spider eye and roll it in sugar cane until the general texture changes into a more wrinkly and powder like texture, then crush that up and mix it into the Poison potion, put it in the brewing stand for at least 30 minutes, then it makes a harming potion. The process its generally the same for all the rest of the potions, though it depends on ingredients and how long they must stand on the brewing stand. 

7: I'll try doing that, thank you! Cause Grievous is a lil shit at times and encourages  violence as long as its not against him. I know you probably expect a deep answer but thats purely the only reason Grievous encourages it. It depends on what was said to Jackie, if its something that deeply and emotionally hurts Jackie, than he'd likely discourage him, instead comforting him and convincing him if he attacked the person he'll just feel worse. But if its something he knows Jackie can handle, he'll encourage Jackie to beat em up. 

8: Watson went almost everywhere, the only places he didn't go was The End, Mushroom Islands, Badlands, Ice Spikes, and Gravel Mountains (he saw them he just didn't wanna go in them), and thats because he never came across them or traveled there. He has a long bamboo that he uses to wack people over the head with when their being idiots, he has a framed nether star fragment that he found in a ruined and abandoned village (he doesnt know what it is he just knows its shiny and cool), he has some fur-lined outfits from the time spent in Tundras, and he has a book where he records locations of interesting formations he found and just a general record of stuff (how much food he has, the season, days until winter, when he should go on a supply run, etc). When Watson still lived as a kid in a village, he often went to watch the blacksmith (also the farmers, clerics, and others) and when he was old enough the blacksmith showed him how to make a multitude of weapons with different materials. And now he pushes the limits of what he's learned from that and over the years to make brand new weapons. And since I'm not sure if you where also asking about Ran, Ran only went to Plains, Covered Forest, Tundra, Savanna, and Tagia biomes. He has a dagger (specifically a Zorlin Shape dagger) that he took off of a hunter when he killed them, has parts of iron armour (shoulder and chest pieces, with the pieces that go on his shins), again some fur-lined clothes from his time in the Tundra, a selfbow, and also has a book similar to Watson's, but his has notes of potion affects,crafting recipes, mobs to avoid, etc. Visiting the nether is not common at all! Infact no vists it expect travelers or people who get hired to go in for potion ingredients and building supplies. Jackie does eventually give up painting, and instead picks up the hobby of annoying people and just training. It actually goes pretty well, there are rules put in place during it to protect them, but other than that its generally the same as the one played in our world. Jackie wants to vist those biomes because he thinks there cool, and thinks their good starting biomes to vist for a beginner adventure. Yep, Ran says its way to dangerous to go to the nether, especially with almost no one knowing how the nether works. Though actually Watson wants to bring the others into the nether, saying its a good learning experience and no one will learn how to survive if they dont go. Ran still agures its too dangerous though, citing the Piglins and Ghasts as evidence, but eventually, after much begging and negotiations, Ran agrees to let them go. They just need to listen to Ran and Watson teach them about the nether and follow everything they say to a T while in the nether. 

9: Jackie screamed while being thrown, but after that and a bit of stunned silence, he jumped up and demanded for Ran to throw him again. So he enjoys being thrown, and sometimes he specifically requests to be thrown, so he can curl into a ball and slam into people like a goddamn canon ball. Porkius was also shocked into stunned silence, but after he saw Jackie get back up and demand to be thrown again, he just started bellowing in laughter, you could hear his laughter even echoing a bit outside of the Pit. 

10: Then you may be happy to know, but I believe at the end I'll make it so after the brothers have fixed their relationship, their still being haunted by Dream, and eventually the decision gets made to go back to Mizu and face him. Where Dream has actually escaped (Due to a big group coming in, and him being able to convince them to take the Mask with them) so now they have to hunt him down. And when they finally find him you can bet someone (or multiple people) are going to punch him. 

12: He does tell the fishermen about these thoughts once, but the fishermen sadly fail at comforting him and changing those thoughts, so he decides to keep it inside and suffer in quite. Though 2 people do see his suffering, Ran and Grievous. Grievous is debating if he should step in and ask what's wrong and if he can help, while Ran just watches (though he does feel some hurt watching his brother suffer, though he denies it). 

13: They all had a blast there, Charles showed Jackie how to make flower crowns, then they went and made one for everyone else, Ran just laid in the grass and tried to relax, Ranbob eventually joined in with the flower crowns, Watson was telling Grievous all the meaning of flower colors and what certain flowers stand for, while Isaac and Cletus chased eachother around and eventually got Jackie, Grievous, and Watson involved in a game of chase. They did leave after a General battle, as that was one of the things they had to do for Porkius to approve of them leaving. Porkius still wants them back in less than 5 years, though they can take like a year or 2 longer max. Jackie is technically a general, though the general title he has is specifically only for the Pit matches and instead is more of a like final boss title. 

14: Again its very much like a abusive relationship. Ranbob believes Dream has changed because of distant whispers from Dream (only happened while they still lived at the fishermen house which is kinda-close to Mizu) promising he has changed and he truly wants to help Ranbob, and saying how he can help Ranbob be of more use to the fishermen and since Dream did actually help Ranbob at first, he wants to believe him. But once they get futher away from Mizu, the whispers disappear, only rarely appearing in his dreams. Cletus doesn't really help, not because he doesnt care but more because he doesn't know how to help, he knows its a very delicate situation and saying or doing the wrong thing could hurt more than help, so he decided to play it safe. Charles tries to help, though he provides more physical help, like hugs to ground him or showing him how to breath again, while Benjamin and Isaac tackle the more internal issues and do so comfortingly and gently. Making it so Ranbob only notices their actually helping when he starts to do things on his own and no longer has such strong and often urges to return to Dream. 

15: One night when Ranbob is off getting firewood and Ran is off checking surroundings to make sure its safe, the Hunters actually get into the camp and holds everyone at sword and bow point. Ran sees them when coming back and actually, though hesitantly, decides to wait for Ranbob to come back. And once Ranbob is back the two make a plan to rescue them, which goes mostly well. Ran gets shot in the stomach and Ranbob gets a sword through his arm, but other than that they do manage to rescue them. Watson jokingly says how they've finally made progress and that they can now work toghere without fighting now, Ran growls at this and storms away, denying it, but Ranbob just nervously shuffles and sits down, letting Charles tend to his wounds, as Jackie chases off after Ran to tend to his wounds. I really want them to stumble across the Wild West ruins and maybe The Masquerade ruins but im not sure how I'll get them to either. 

1: Haha, ouch. Poor Ran. Nice backstory though. I can only imagine how he must have felt, coming across those. Does him choosing Techno have anything to do with him choosing to enter the Pit? Also how did Ranbob feel about killing his family? We’ve talked about the guilt about hurting Ran and stuff, but about the ones who weren’t as lucky to escape?

2: That sounds like...a scene. Funny, but probably not until a few days after it happened for the people who actually had to go through it.

3: Is Isaac the type to get overwhelmed easily? But very nice to see Benjamin helping out! 

5: So basically just tossing some real life logic in there? Hmm, interesting.

7: Hope it helps! Nope, no deep answer. That’s about what I expected actually. Grievous has that energy, y’know? Also, very sweet of Ran to comfort Jackie. Does he ever get revenge on Jackie’s behalf? He doesn’t strike me as the type to let that go, especially if it actually hurt somebody he cared for. Him otherwise encouraging it..yeah, sounds about right. Gremlin children.

8: Sounds like he’s really been a lot of places! He must know a lot, huh? Also, he just...wack? Cause that’s kind of funny. He watched others beside the Blacksmith? Did he learn anything from them? Ran personally sounds very intimidating. Though if he has potion notes, does he often make them? Is there a particular reason Nether travel is no longer common? Also, would the gang ever happen to stumble across ruins from the time of the Smp? Cause that’d be kind of cool. Jackie’s new hobby sounds very nice, I hope he has fun doing it. How long does it take before Ran deems everyone ready for the Nether? And do the Fishermen also go through, or do they prefer to stick to safer grounds?

9: I bet the first time the fishermen saw that show they were surprised. And honestly, Porkius, I’d laugh too. 

10: I am happy to know that! Well, not the escape bit, but the punching, for sure! You go, guys, punch that neon green slimeball!

12: Oh no. Does Grievous ever step in?

13: Sounds like they had a good time, I’m happy for them. And a final boss title? Is Jackie like a final boss? What differs between them fighting as the general, and as a typical gladiator?

14: Hm, that’s not good. What is good is that he’s getting away from Dream’s influence. Did that have anything to do with the group deciding to head to Subbin? 

15: Well, progress is progress! Surely it’s a step in the right direction, right?

Also, not really a Brothers AU question, but as you may have noticed, I pinned a post of all the AUs on here, and I was wondering if you’d like me to put yours on there too. Obviously, I’d put it as yours. I wanted to earlier, but I figured it would be better to ask, so tell me your feelings on that.

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #tales from mizu #ran #ranbob #watson #jackie #grievous #isaac #cletus #charles #benjamin

[science-lings]

I'm glad you had fun doing it because I had so much fun reading it! what about some headcanons about Tony and Peter spending some sort of holiday together? may and pepper would be good aswell!

okay, let’s do a few of my favorite holidays. 

Pride Month: 

Tony already has a bisexual-pride iron man suit featuring glitter and a rainbow confetti canon so he can fly over the crowd and shower the gays with colorful bits of paper. All of which are biodegradable and disintegrate before the parade is even over. He flys around and says hi to all the kids and is generally like his iron man 2 kind of presenter but like more queer. 

Peter’s first pride was as spider-man, he worked on his suit with Tony for a month and it’s not for fighting. Its fabric changes color on command so he can go between trans pride colors to ace pride colors to bi pride colors to rainbow and he can’t stop changing them the whole time. He also has a trans pride flag as a cape the whole time. He does a whole lot of interacting with people and spending his money on pins and has too many of them at this point. He sticks to Tony’s back to fly around and waving at the people below. 

May and Pepper, who do not like hurling in the air but still like being a part of things, end up taking charge of the stark industries funded avengers float (the main six if we want to care about civil war or not idc) each with a different pride-themed outfit even if they didn’t completely co-respond with the avengers actual identities. Like I headcanon Steve as straight but maybe trans idk, he’s a confused old man that has to take several days to research the gays and then realizes OH THAT’S A SLUR WHOOPS. 

I don’t know that the avenger's float would look like but if spider man is part of it, he’s on iron man’s back and even in paper mache looks very excited. The next year they go as themselves and go all out with face paint and stuff. Tony is already good at makeup so he gives Peter some crazy blue, purple, and pink eyeshadow and even some sharp eyeliner. They went all out with outfits and for some reason, no one could recognize Tony Stark when he has so much makeup on and fishnet tights. May bleached and dyed her hair rainbow because Tony said he’d pay for it and she was not one to pass up free fun. Pepper got a rainbow pantsuit and rainbow heart glasses and resumed work as normal. She didn’t bring it up. 

Halloween:

Tony is experienced in elaborate Halloween costumes that only celebrities can afford. It started at MIT before that he wasn’t allowed to do anything for Halloween because Howard is a dick. Tony has gone from everything from a demon and a vampire to slutty Captain America and slutty Darth Vader. He thinks he’s funny. He went to the superhero-themed met gala as a gender-bent black widow, he dyed his hair red and wore classy black leather. That was the year he convinced Natasha to come and she wore an Iron Man themed dress that showed off her strong arms and featured a cloak. It also featured a glowing fully functioning arc reactor because Tony didn’t do things halfway.  

May had always helped Peter with making his own Halloween costumes and since he's pretty proven to be good at sewing, he usually makes his own. Usually, they weren’t amazing but he worked hard on them. He turned some old dented metal from a destroyed car into a partially functioning iron man suit that he wore for several Halloweens and refuses to show Tony but eventually it just happens. 

Together with Tony’s fashion sense and Peter’s enthusiasm, they become an unstoppable Halloween team and go all out every single year. Tony made a more family-friendly Darth Vader as Peter went as Luke Skywalker, both with real lightsabers that they had way too much fun making. However, he couldn’t take it to school. Thankfully a Han Solo flavored Ned and a for some reason Goth Princess Leia themed MJ came over to Stark Tower for a chill Halloween party and got so see the lightsabers. Under heavy supervision by an Obi-Wan Kenobi Aunt May. She only withstood the fake beard for pictures.  

Pepper goes to work as a clown every year and her only explanation is that its symbolism for her life. Before she was CEO she dressed up as a strawberry as for a while that was the scariest thing to her. 

EXTRA:

Tony has a massive panic attack every Fourth of July. Then he has cheeseburgers with his family that May makes because Tony would find a way to start a fire and no one wants to deal with that. 

Tony has a panic attack every Christmas as it’s the time that always reminds him of his parent's death. Then he watches the grinch four times in a row. He has memorized the whole film as a coping mechanism. 

May and Peter go out for Italian every valentine’s day and reminisce on happy story about ben before getting sad and gorging on breadsticks again. 

okay this is long again whoopsies 

#irondad #ironfam #irondad headcanons #ask gay #headcanons #Anonymous

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

I'm a sucker for Masquerade scenarios so, Masquerade for PhoWill if that's okay!

You got it @annelaurant, a PhoWill 33-Masquerade coming right up!

Masks. 

Odd yet simply beautiful objects used to cover someone up from others.  Faces, Emotions, Pain, Thoughts, Memories, Life, Wounds, Tears, History,    Beauty, Ugliness,   Masks cover them all. . .

    Phobos had long since gotten used to every masks over the many years. His fair skin, hair, and eyes forever covered in darkness like a mysterious angel hidden within Hell’s very own shadows. A flower in the deepest, most secret part of a garden. A single star in the night sky.

That was him.

He knew he was going to be alone for many many years, he was alright with that.  It still hurts when one wants something warm in the dead of a cold night... It still makes his heart ache when he walks within the fresh air of the castle’s gardens with no one to admire the world around him... It is still cold when there’s no one to talk to during dinner...

Masks are the only things he can truly depend on.

His masks are far more convincing then one would give credit for.  Red wine so dark one could assume it’s the entire darkness in a pretty cup, Robes and silks of many dark colors of blacks and red and violets that suits the fairness of his eyes skin and hair so well, Jewels all adored on his body like the steamy waters in which he bathes constantly in and wrapped like thorns on fearsome beautiful roses, Once ruling a entire kingdom and nearly a universe with a iron grip with such masks before those masks shattered all started by one single person who threw him over like all that hard work was nothing...

Her hair red like the finest of blood gems, Her skin smooth and gentle like the fine silk he wraps himself into like a butterfly waiting to become, Her eyes large and round like two soft chocolates he so craves, Her heart, different to the Heart in which she protects, is strong and fierce much like every Queen of his world. Since the very first time he saw her trapped within a few feet from his throne all wrapped in his thornless roses something shifted inside him... A single small crack against his mask. Now the wine he drinks tasted bitter in his mouth, His robes and silks felt like burns against his skin, His jewels no longer giving him the pleasure of beauty when he adorn them. His kingdom, his universe, his life, his masks were all snatched away from his iron grip and broken apart before his eyes no matter how much he would beg and plea.  All because of that Guardian...!

However nothing he wanted, desired, craved for most when he was tossed in that cell was walking across his garden’s beauty beside someone dear... Someone to chat and eat a meal at the grand dining hall... Someone to hug close to his body during the latest of cold nights... Someone to see through all his masks even the broken ones so he doesn’t have to pretend anymore...

After years of sitting there in the cell and earning himself the time to wander about the gardens’ air and eat a warm meal within a room and wear the robes and silks he used to adore with his jewels he was slowly getting used to his life as his sister’s personal professor. Teaching her her skills, showing her all of Meridian history and culture, even telling stories of his youth and their parents and family she never gotten a chance to ever meet... Through these times of her caring heart and bright angelic nature he shaped a new mask. One of which he wears only when he can’t bring himself to fully dive into her pond of forgiveness and light. He can’t dare bring himself to answer the question he knows she’s been wondering: “Why do you hate me brother?”  How can one answer such a heartbreaking question? He knew his answer, he knew it would bring her pain and misery, and for the first time he didn’t want to do such a thing to her...

Snow covered up Meridian like a cold beautiful blanket of pure whites while every guest warms up and dines and dances in the castle’s strong walls, all dressed in fine gowns and smiles on their mask covered faces as the dance and feast and laugh and enjoy the time of Yule within the place that was once a place of evil now a place of happiness and freedom.  Prince Phobos watched some from the side lines as music fills his ears and the taste of the ball’s feast dancing across his tongue.  He had grown used to no one speaking to him since his invite back to the castle by the Queen everyone loved so much.  Much like his past he adorn the outfits of black and deep violets with some flares of red all done in smooth movement of his masquerade costume, his elegant violet and black mask stopping just above his nostrils as it covers the beak of his nose, his fair eyes watching as everyone move about on celebrating this night of the year. 

At long last his eyes found themselves fixed upon a certain guest.  He watches silently as the Guardian Will accepts a dance with a castle guard, her deep violet purple ball gown so slim it shows her figure perfectly without any means to do so alone swishing back and forth across the glimmering marble floors, her short red hair shining like millions on millions of ruby threads sewed into his pretty head as a flower crown rests softly on top of her dome, her brown eyes now shining with happiness and excitement like crystals within a dark cave, her lips soft to stare upon adoring a smile only she could wear with her lovely light pink and purple mask that just hangs over her eyes. . .  Indeed, she was a fine gem to admire from afar. 

With a soft shrug of his shoulders he began to make his way out of the party with no one noticing or caring in the slightest of the prince’s whereabouts. The winter sky always brought a strange feeling of light inside his bone cage for his bird like heart, has been since he was a small child watching within the castle gardens during the nights of his parents’ Yule Ball much like tonight’s. There’s just something about the sky slowly turning blacker then the very silks he wore so much with the soft shines and sparkles of the stars mixing so well with the small snow fall that seemingly just appears without a cloud or two to make it and watch as your breath soon becomes visible and more warm against your face and fills your nose that makes all his masks lay across the snow like actors on a play... A calming feeling always entered his soul at the memories of all the times when he was outside for a long time his clothes made him bring the winter with him which forced him to remove each piece and taking a warm bath before wrapping up in a soft and comforting blanket while sitting by a isolated fire. 

“Do you always run away from conversation or is it just tonight?” 

Phobos felt his skin slowly tug upward as he smiles softly at the voice behind him, knowing very well who it is long before hearing her sweet voice of her tease like tone.  He turned his body and head around to face the one and only Will Vandom standing there just like she was before in the enclosed warm castle halls but now added her outer lair over her gown. 

“Do you always arrive at events human and in sneakers or is it just tonight little Guardian?” He asked with a smug smile, his smile growing more when her’s drop slightly. 

The two, for obvious reasons, hasn’t have the time or pleasure to speak or be around each other since the events of his welcome back into the castle. Though their eyes always lock and smiles are at times exchanged between hall walks and events much like this one, the prince would never admit it but he would be very happy for a moment much like tonight to happen between the two for a long time since he arrived back. 

Slowly, he stepped forward and pass the Guardian as his voice only echoed to her, “Well, little Guardian, I shall hope to speak to her again soon enough. But for now, I much stand beside my dear sister?” He let his voice drop some at the wording when speaking of Elyon much to the habit of his new mask does often nowadays. 

“Why do you hate Elyon Phobos?” Phobos stopped at his tracks when he hears that question he dreaded leave the red haired Guardian’s lips.  “She is your sister after all. She did nothing wrong to you, she even gave you another chance! So why, Phobos? Just tell me why right now, why do you hate your own sister?” Slowly... he could feel the cracks reappearing and slowly began to grow... “I don’t hate my dear sister... I envy her. I despise her.” He slowly mumbled, his cracks growing deeper and long with each tremble of his hands... “What blesses her with ever so much love and joy long before her very birth? Why was I - someone with the same blood flooding my veins as her and share the very same name - be hated and mocked from my own birth all because of what I am?! I never asked to be born! I never wanted to be who I am! It was you who ruined my world! My life! The one thing people can be proud upon me...!” 

Will just stood there with her brown eyes now widen and full of sadness and pain as he screamed his words out at her, almost like the hard and sharp broken pieces of his masks stab and hit her like bullets against and within her very flesh.  Never once has she seen this side of the man she fought countless times nor has he ever seen such a pitiful expression on her face... Both hearts ached and plushed at these emotions overflowing their bodies but yet neither can dare speak even after the screaming has long ceased... What would one say after all?

The prince breathed in the cold hair and out his warmed up breaths as he stared back at the Guardian for anything at all from her... A scream. A hit. A apology. A cry. ANYTHING would be better then this torture for the poor boy of silence after revealing himself to his once enemy and favorite jewel to watch from afar...

“...Phobos...I-” Will began, her voice leaving off a small crack of emotion as she tried to gather her words for him, but the man dare not want to hear her words anymore as his long since kept emotions flood over him like a ocean against the rocks of a shore as he swoops down and cups her face, forcing their eyes to meet yet again. He grasps onto her mask’s edge and carefully removed it, admiring so closely now the beauty in which she possesses completely once it was removed and discarded to the snow covered ground beneath them, his head slowly moving forward on it’s own just until his lips were barely a inch against her’s. 

He could smell her scent of peppermint she most likely wore for this party, He could feel her skin growing colder and her hair slowly going slightly damp from the melted pieces of snow in her red tread strains, Her breath now tickling him softly... The desire was there but how long was it going to take to-

“You know, this isn’t fair.” She said before she grabbed and threw his mask onto the floor like her’s was, once it was done, she then quickly grabbed his costume’s fabric and closed their tiny space with their lips colliding eagerly and warmly for the two. 

Her lips taste like warm melted chocolate and strawberry from her treat while his tasted like warm soft fire spice and grape from his wine as their skins endure the warms and the colds of their kiss and touches as the snow fall around them as if the universe was granting them a gift. Prince Phobos’ chest slowly grew warmer and warmer between the soft touches and kisses like a fire creating and spreading inside him... It burns and it hurts but he never wanted to cease the feeling ever. Never again He thought to himself as he feels all his pain and misery slowly melt with the broken rumble of his masks now gone for good... 

All he needs as of now is the very maiden within his arms...

       Phobos felt the warm sunlight touch his eyes as he turn his body inside his soft comfortably warm bed, those said fair eyes slowly fluttering open and staring at the deep red hair that shines in the morning sunlight.  He smiled softly as he scoots closer some towards his pretty Guardian, his eyes slowly drifting to the soft shines of something within his finger and her hand and clings to the blankets and his night shirt... Pretty matching silver rings hugging nicely around their fingers. The man let out a soft gasp as he stared at the rings and at the sleeping Will in his bed before his eyes glances slowly at the remembrance of new warmth between the two in the form of a small sleeping child with long red hair like the Guardian that brought him light yet the child’s resting face matches one of which is his soft snarl. 

Tears soon peeked in Phobos’ eyes as he stared at everything he woke up to as memories pass that night rush back to him... The many events of their relationship, the wedding, the birth of his daughter, and the announcement as of last night of their upcoming second child...  He honestly couldn’t help but let out a soft weep as a smile appear upon his lips as his arms wrap carefully and warmly around his family as his teary fair eyes watch the morning snow against his bedroom window, just wondering to himself how he ever said such a thing back then. He doesn’t hate his sister in the slightest nor does wishes he was never born, for if it wasn’t for either he’d never have ever even met his wonderful wife and have such a beautiful daughter and soon another.

He has been blessed with someone to hold close during the coldest nights.

He now has people to admire the garden’s beauty.

He never has to dread a meal for now it’s warm with love and compassion he was given thanks to the pretty red haired Guardian he was more then happy he met no matter how he wishes it was different... 

I hope you like it! Sorry if it’s kind of crummy, I’m running on no sleep and caffeine but seriously I’m happy with this request and hope you and everyone else enjoy!