#and it's insulting to the child's memory but also to their siblings...

[uncanny-tranny]

A really sinister aspect into how people view children and parents is the idea of children being a replaceable commodity.

I've seen this in the way people talk about parents who have lost children but have surviving children... "Oh, at least you have other children," as though a child is just an interchangeable tool, a machine that dispenses what you want from it without it being sentient, whole, and feeling. The fact that people say that in order to comfort somebody shows, to me, how deep this mindset is engraved in people's brains: children are interchangeable items, and they do not fundamentally matter.

#youth rights #child death tw #child death mention tw #grief tw #death tw #death mention tw #ask to tag (genuine) #i won't get into specifics but it's been a huge problem and something you notice if you've gone through it/have a loved one going through i #and it's insulting to the child's memory but also to their siblings... #...because you are treating them like the back-up child. the spare tire. the third wheel. the one who is only cherished when they are Of Us #no longer are they a person. no longer are any of those children actual humans. they're just Things To Be Toyed With #how could that not make you sick to your stomach to even *think* about saying to the bereaved? #i don't think this is just a one-off statement but rather is indicative of a larger problem #because there is a Reason people think it comforting to say 'oh but you have OTHER children; chin up! 😊' #it honestly makes me sick to have even written this post because of how horrific the subject is #but it's still... we need to change this shit. this is plain cruelty. plain and simple. thoughtless and distant cruelty #and yes: people say this to be compassionate and are almost never cruel in their reasoning for saying this... #...that is the PROBLEM though. the problem is that it's seen as OKAY to say this to people whose lives have been destroyed in one fell swoop #the problem's that it's seen as OK to turn children into collectible objects that you can 'get over' like you get over losing a broken glass

[kamesama]

sukuna and yūji as siblings ( inspired by this post by @nessieartss )

they are nearly spitting images of one another, but they get gravely offended if someone gets their names mixed up. calling yūji by sukuna's name is always followed by a scowl and his brows wrinkling his skin. sukuna's reaction is the same, making them even more similar. these offences lowered in number after sukuna got his face tattoos, however, they still happen every now and then.

on that note, although they behave differently and have nearly opposite worldviews, there are a couple of gestures that seem to be a shared muscle memory; the way they twist their necks and look at some wandering source of stupidity with the same unimpressed gaze being one of them. of course, they do so in a sync. the way they run their hand through their hair and scratch their head a little when confused. the way they fix their shirt and turn to the side in front of a mirror to judge its fit.

yūji is most definitely subjected to sukuna's insults, but he takes them pretty well; he puts up a fight of his own which sukuna appreciates ( invisibly ). he is happy to know his little brother is resilient. however, there are days where yūji simply cannot stomach the proportions of sukuna's asshole-ry. why are you such a prick?

fights — both verbal and non-verbal, physical and non-physical — are nearly a religious everyday routine. some days it's just sukuna walking by and ruffling yūji's hair as he leaves home, and some days it's a ferocious battle ending with yūji in a headlock because he responded to sukuna's random insult with an exasperated and serious, what the fuck is your problem, dude?

sukuna always ends up having an upper hand.

no one gets to bully sukuna's younger brother — other than him. sure, now when they are older, yūji can handle his own ordeals, but as children, one glare from sukuna was enough to provide salvation for his little brother. sukuna also had a way with their parents to get them out of trouble. how he managed to talk things out with them is beyond yūji even today, but sukuna always saved his ass, walking into crying yūji's room with a confident grin on his face to tell him problem's been solved and he can start kissing his feet.

sukuna found a scrunchie laying around at some point and gave yūji the worst time ever because he teased him so much.

yūji — god bless his wonderful soul — is undoubtedly the more respectful one of the two, unsurprisingly so. that pudding in the fridge that he knows belongs to sukuna? he doesn't touch it. he has no interest in it whatsoever. sukuna, on the other hand, will devour anything and everything he gets his hands on with no regard for ownership. i licked it so it's mine kind of logic. yūji starts hiding his snacks. sukuna nonchalantly finds them.

sukuna busts into yūji's room with nearly no announcement and regard. yūji, on the other hand, always knocks. at some point in the early teenagehood, sukuna's room was a yūji-free zone. no brats allowed. as such, yūji has lesser knowledge of sukuna's room than sukuna has of yūji's.

blackmail. threats. vile words and promises. "brat, give that back or you will never see your vanity fair jennifer lawrence poster again." "*gasp* you wouldn't." "oh, i will."

sukuna finds ways to get certain posters, photos, stickers, merch and absolutely whatever else yūji is dying to have, only to bully the poor boy. "can i see?" "no." "you don't even like that show!" however, these things always find their way onto yūji's desk in the end, or wind up under his bed. when they do, yūji strolls over to sukuna's room with the brightest sun-kissed smile on his precious mouth and expresses his gratitude with the utmost of sincerity and child-like joy. sukuna responds with aloof indifference and a middle finger. it's the tough love.

the times they do get along is when they watch movies together. it's never explicitly admitted, but it has to be their favourite way to spend time in each other's presence. they will binge a show, discuss characters, eat an unhealthy amount of snacks along the way, completely unfazed while someone's guts get clawed out and slurped on screen. horror movies are their forte but yūji successfully got sukuna hooked onto some slice-of-life romance drama here and there. if they are not watching something on some brimming-with-viruses-and-completely-illegal website at home, then they definitely go to the cinema.

the 3 am conversations about life happen. they chew on leftovers of a cold pizza, home alone, under the kitchen light, slowly and calmly commenting on the unyielding passage of time, importance of ambition and drive, and the paradox of life's meaningful meaninglessness. they do so for nine minutes before falling into silence and commenting how stupid that cliff hanger was and how a manga chapter will be delayed again.

yūji's music taste is a spectrum far wider than sukuna's, and although he prefers pop, there are some questionable and edgy songs that seem to crawl their way into his ear because sukuna keeps listening to them on high volume while showering.

surprisingly, yūji is messier than sukuna. both are relatively clean in a way that neither of their rooms resemble a pigsty, but yūji has stray hoodies on his chair or textbooks spread and splattered over his desk ( whether he actually reads them is a separate topic ). sukuna keeps his things relatively neat and leans more towards minimalism in certain aspects.

their styles most definitely clash, but not too drastically; sukuna always seems to wear something of a darker hue to the point yūji strongly questions if he owns something that isn't red, black, white or some shade of grey. on another hand, yūji adores his vivid colours; ugly mustard yellows and pastel pinks and forest greens. sukuna likes his accessories a little edgy but tasteful; yūji finds those to be a hassle because he moves around so much. however, they both seem to show affinity towards comfortable and casual wear.

because of their contrast in terms of dressing, they rarely steal borrow one another's clothes. however, there is a very cool-looking dark blue denim jacket of sukuna's that yūji's got heart eyes for, and every now and then he wears it without having asked for permission. yūji's cheeks are stuffed with his order of burger and french fries when he gets a call from sukuna. he picks up, and all that greets him is a frigid and irritated, brat, did you steal my jacket again? yūji swallows and hangs up.

yūji's socks keep disappearing. it takes him a while to realise it's because sukuna is stealing them, solely because they are made of cotton and comfy.

yūji likes sukuna's phone cases; most of them are dark-ish, sure, but they have this visual effect of elegance that makes the phone look nice. no, sukuna does not give them to his brother. the chambers of his heart are not that vast.

sukuna is more familiar with yūji's friend group than yūji is with sukuna's. he gets along with megumi, enough to acknowledge him as a good friend of his little brother. originally, he teased yūji about nobara, but once he met her, he stopped with a claim that there is zero chemistry between the two and that they're just no fun ( nobara gave him a death glare ). he calls them brats, collectively. on another hand, yūji is not well-versed enough to have a stable opinion of uraume, who seems to be sukuna's partner in crime, but he is very familiar with how irritating his brother finds yorozu who just cannot seem to stop annoying him.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk yuuji #jjk sukuna #itadori yuuji #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jjk headcanons #headcanons #yuuki headcanons #sukuna headcanons #kamesama

[bubblegumspacebxtch]

Melting the Dragon's Heart

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female Reader

Word Count: 6.3K

Summary: They say opposites attract but can profound differences really find it in them to love?

Warnings || angst but then fluff at the end

A/N: I haven't written in so long, but this man has forced me out of hiatus because he's just so dreamy. The murdering, white-haired menace that is Aemond Targaryen does things to me so naturally I had to write this long ass fic. I know it's long but I couldn't help it really. Also I was in the mood for some angst so that's that lol

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As the saying goes, hearts unalike are those most drawn to one another. Aemond thought it a ridiculous belief. He could not fathom it were possible for gentle and kind to love cold and cruel.

He was aloof and indifferent. Prince Aemond curated an image that made even the most proud of lords hesitate to interact with him. Complementary to his nature was his looks. The man stood tall and firm with his chin often upturned as if to reiterate his high status. His scowl seemingly permanent like the scar that ran across his face. Many fear what lay underneath his eyepatch that even having it covered leave people wary of the Targaryen prince.

Though he was not always this ironhearted, the young prince knew that love was an illusion and marriage a duty. Aemond believed only his mother could love him and even she could not do so fully. To some extent he understood why love for the likes of him would always sound ridiculous. Because it was far better to be feared than loved. And no one could love a monster like him.

You had.

You who is pure and spirit bright. You who is social and could sympathize with anyone regardless of status.

You were Aemond Targaryen’s antithesis. Your humility and generosity knew no bounds. Unlike the prince’s seriousness, you were lighthearted. You believed in love and never hesitated to love who you could.

Not only in nature were you and the prince contrary to one another, but also in looks. You were small and would often need to look up in order to maintain eye contact when conversing. Your head of curls the color of ink as opposed to the renowned white of the Targaryen bloodline.

You grew up with Aemond and his siblings seeing as you were the lady-in-waiting to his sister Helaena. You often left the young prince wondering how such goodness could be possessed by an individual, especially given your circumstance.

Being an orphaned bastard of House Westerling, you’ve learned to bury the pain brought by the judgment of others. You have swallowed many vile insults and hate, but never had you let it harden your heart. Your mother died in childbirth and your father you never knew. Fortunate enough, your uncle took you as his own which allowed you to be in the good graces of the king.

You arrived in King’s Landing when you were eleven and the prince thirteen. Aemond committed to memory the very moment your light filled him with awe.

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His eye was already lost and though it had already healed, the pain and anger he felt still a roaring flame.

“I want you all to treat her well.”

While his brother rolled his eyes at their mother’s reminder, Aemond simply dismissed her. In his mind, he need not be reminded because he was more or less civil and distant with everyone, especially new people.

The hinges sang lowly as the massive doors to the throne room opened to announce your entrance. A contagious smile adorned your face as you walked alongside the Hand.

Aemond could not deny that even as a child you were captivating. The grace and pureness your persona exude was what kept the room’s attention on you.

“Your Grace.”

Their mother watched with a smile as you curtsied. As you resumed standing upright, you turned your attention to each of the Targaryen children as they were introduced.

“And this is Prince Aemond.”

He seemed to snap back to attention at the mention of his name, having been admiring the dewy skin of your supple pink cheeks.

“Pleased to be in your presence, Prince Aemond.”

Your smile gave way to dimples and the prince felt his heartbeat stutter. Though you made him feel an oddly pleasant sensation between his ribs, his response was anything but. He gave only a curt nod, but your smile never wavered despite his indifference.

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With the passing of time you only became even kinder. Aemond once thought you may have been blessed to have your outsides reflect your insides. Your positivity was accompanied by beauty he has yet to see on anyone else in the entire Seven Kingdoms. He would marvel at your soft eyes and full lips before growing bitter at the thought that if you had been blessed then he must have been cursed. The misery and abhorrence he kept inside must be why he had a monster for a reflection.

Before you, it was easy for Aemond to get caught up in self-loathing and insecurity. That was until you showed him genuine affection.

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He was training with Sir Criston while you were with the princess looking to find a chrysalis she wished to take care of before it transformed into a butterfly.

Aemond was so focused on trying to dodge the knight’s advances that he failed to notice his cover had fallen to reveal his other eye. The gasps were audible but Aemond was quick to drop his sword to cover himself. You watched him storm off to the castle to his chambers. The unwanted attention had him almost in a frenzy with adrenaline allowing him so make his swift escape.

You watched the scene with a heavy heart, growing upset as the people around who had witnessed the affair started to whisper about the one-eyed prince. You noticed his eyepatch still on the ground and you took it with the intent of returning it and checking up on him.

“Princess, I believe we must be heading back. We would not want your mother to have to wait for you for tea time.”

After being dismissed, you made your way to the younger prince’s chambers.

Aemond had a tight grip on his chalice as he mulled over what had happened. By now his head felt lighter given the amount of wine he had. Drinking was his brother’s way of coping and Aemond wanted no part of him to resemble Aegon, but given the circumstance he allowed himself this bit of irresponsibility.

The sound of your knuckles against his door was so faint that he almost ignored it, but your sweet voice soon followed.

“My prince, I come returning what is yours.”

Even through his sour mood you managed to find your way past as your voice brought him a bit of peace, granting him a break from his harsh thoughts.

“May I come in?”

His mind, the sober part at least, wanted to deny your request knowing you saw his face bare. He feared the heartbreak. What if you regard him with caution or even worse, disgust?

His heart however longed for you. And so before he could decide otherwise, he said, “Come in.”

The creak of the door made him nervous. He refused to face you directly, settling on watching you from his peripheral.

You stood close to the door once it was closed, awaiting further instruction. For a few seconds you studied him. His other eye was again covered by a different eyepatch. His hair was no longer tied, leaving it to frame his face.

“You may sit, Lady Y/N.”

The prince had gestured to the seat next to him. You inhaled deeply before your small feet carried you across the room. The prince watched your every move and he noted how your silver dress made you glow, providing a contrast to your dark hair and eyes.

As you sat, you brought your hands together on your lap and only then did Aemond notice what you were holding. The sight of his eyepatch made him tense and soon an awkward tension filled the space as you sat in silence.

“You must think me a monster now.”

“Your Grace, you are no monster in my eyes. I wish you shared my opinion because it is the truth.”

Your response had him turning to face you and he felt his heartbeat pick up. Your eyes have always been so expressive and where he expected pity to lie he saw adoration and genuine concern instead.

Upon meeting his eye, your smile widened. You so desperately wanted to be there for him and alleviate whatever troubles him.

“Your eye should not be cause for judgement. It is one’s character that ought to be looked at.”

“And what is my character?”

“You are thoughtful. I appreciate how you would leave me books you believe I would enjoy or bring me pastries you’d want me to try. You are bright and respectful. The conversations you hold are of an educated man. You are immensely loyal to not only those you love but to your house as well.”

By the time you had finished speaking, the space between you two was barely there. You stared at each other for what felt like centuries before a small smile broke out on the prince’s face. You admired the way his lips curved, fascinated by the depth of his prominent cupid’s bow.

An unknown force compelled you to touch the left side of his face and your bravery raised your hand to do so. Before you could move further, the prince caught your wrist in a gentle hold.

He stared at you, beginning to feel nervous, but your will remained steadfast. Your hand landed on his cheek, caressing his scar and before the prince could react, you moved to rid him of his cover.

“Y/N-”

His protests died on his tongue as the bright sapphire was revealed to you and he watched your pupils dilate in wonder. He had never before felt so vulnerable, but your touch put him at ease.

The pair of you remained in silence like that for gods know how long. Then you whispered in earnest.

“Beautiful…”

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The sound of your laughter traveled down the hall. Aemond could feel his insides twist in delight as he drew closer towards his sister’s chambers.

“Brother? What a lovely surprise.”

Your back was facing the door when he entered. You watched the princess smile at her brother before turning to address him yourself. The sight of you knocked the wind out of Aemond.

A butterfly lay on your cheek and the other at the exposed skin of your clavicle. You looked ethereal and Aemond swore he felt giddy seeing you so lovely.

“My chrysalises have finally turned into butterflies! We opened the jar to free them but they flew to Lady Y/N instead.”

Princess Helaena was amused at how smitten the prince was with you. She had to refrain from giggling as she carefully removed the insects on you before catching her brother's attention.

“What is it you came for, brother?”

It was a physical effort for Aemond to take his eye off you and you felt your cheeks warm at the attention.

“Oh… uh mother requests to see you in her chambers.”

“Now? But I promised Lady Y/N I’d walk with her through the gardens.”

"Your Grace, we do not have to if-"

"I can walk with her! If... of course, Lady Y/N allows it..."

Prince Aemond was rarely embarrassed, but in that moment he could not avoid being bashful at how eager he sounded to spend time with you.

"I am sure you have better use of your time, Prince Aemond."

"Nonsense, Lady Y/N. I insist."

As Princess Helaena left, you and the prince made your way to the castle gardens. You prayed to the gods he could not hear the erratic beat of your heart at his close proximity.

"Let me take this time to say my thanks to you, Lady Y/N."

"What ever for, your Grace?"

"You have never failed to be kind and patient with my sister. Many see her odd, but you regard her in no such way."

Your heart swelled at his appreciation and Aemond felt his own do the same as you faced him with your wide grin and doe eyes.

"I suppose I am grateful that your kindness extends to me as well. It is rare that I am regarded with as much compassion as you have shown me."

You are taken aback by the prince's admission and he gave you a tender smile in return.

"There is no need to thank me, my prince. I only wish more people could witness how beautiful and gentle you truly are..."

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The young prince could not contain his bliss as he walked back to his chambers after his time with you. There was a skip in his step with his scowl now absent from his face. That was until he opened his door to reveal his brother waiting for him in his chambers.

Aemond slightly faltered at his brother looking at him with a sly smirk. The younger Targaryen was quick to school his features, returning to the cold expression he always wore.

"What are you doing here, Aegon?"

"I saw you with Lady Y/N and my my I could not believe what I was witnessing."

Aemond raised his eyebrow at his brother and Aegon chuckled lightly before continuing.

"I never thought a simple bastard would catch the eye of a man as proud as you, my brother."

"What are you talking about?" Aemond hissed, glaring at an amused Aegon.

"You mean to say you harbor no fondness for the girl?" his brother teased back.

"Do not dare insult me, brother. I have no intention of ever associating myself with a lowborn orphan such as her. I am a prince after all so I would be careful with implying something so ridiculous."

Unbeknownst to Aemond, you were right outside his door. You had the intent of returning a book he had lent you, but stopped short upon hearing the two princes.

You tried to hold in your tears at the offensive remarks made to your name. Your heart shattered and you felt the shards stab at your insides.

It was not easy to admit, but you had developed feelings for the younger prince. His rare smile that you thought was more common when you were around. The difference in the attention he would give you compared to any other. All these things made you believe that maybe he saw you in the same light. That maybe he too felt he could not breathe whenever you were around. At the very least, you thought he regarded you as a dear friend, just like you had him.

Only after hearing what he had to say about you did you think otherwise. You were mistaken. Blinded by your want to have your affections reciprocated, you failed to notice how different your ambitions were from the truth.

He did not love you. He may not even see you as anything more than a servant he has had to live with these past years. You had set yourself up for heartbreak by creating a delusion of loving the prince and being loved back.

The hold you had on the book loosened and before you could stop it, a small thud echoed from it falling. That snapped you out of your thoughts. As fast as your feet allowed, you made your way out of the hall and on your way back to your chambers.

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Aegon soon left his brother's chambers and the younger prince heaved a heavy exhale. Aemond did not wish to ridicule you to his brother, but he wouldn't dare acknowledge his adoration for you either. Not because he was ashamed of having feelings for you, but because he knew making it known would remind him of the rejection that is guaranteed. You could not love him, that much he knew, so he denied what he felt.

A knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts. After giving his permission, a servant had revealed herself holding the book you had dropped moments ago.

"Why is this in your possession?"

"I found it outside your door, Prince Aemond. I only wish to return what I believe is yours."

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You made it a point to avoid the prince at all costs. Your fragile heart would simply crumble to even finer pieces if you were to be in his presence again. You stopped going to the library and would now convince the princess to avoid wandering to places you knew Aemond would be. You stayed in your chambers more, only leaving when the princess was in need of you.

Almost a week had passed and Aemond thought you had vanished into thin air with how little he's seen you. He now only caught glimpses of you not often which left his heart aching. At some point he resorted to seeking you out by going to your chambers all the way across the Keep.

With the book in his other hand, the silver-haired prince raised the other to knock on your door. He waited with bated breath and his heart leapt at finally seeing you again after what felt like decades.

It was obvious you weren't expecting him and the prince's stomach dropped upon seeing how your smile faltered.

"Prince Aemond... How may I be of service to you?"

Now the confusion was noticeable on Aemond's face. Never had you addressed him with such formality.

"I thought to return this to you so you may finish reading it. You must have left it somewhere because a servant returned it to me."

"Your Grace, I am a person of no importance to have a prince make an effort to hand me books. I believe it best you no longer do so."

You made no eye contact with him as you twiddled with your thumbs and the prince could not stop his smile from turning into a frown.

"Lady Y/N, trust that I do this wholeheartedly. You are no bother to me as I am gladdened by the love of reading we share."

"Pardon me, your Grace, but there is no need for you to pretend any longer. I know what you think of me and am aware you do not want the likes of me near you."

It was a heavy task to not cry despite feeling the heaviness of your spirit become unbearable. Aemond so desperately wanted you to lift your head to face him, but as soon as you did, his heart felt like it took a punch.

Your eyes were glassy and your features forlorn. The sight of you sent the prince scrambling for a response that would comfort you.

"That could not be further from the truth. Y-You are my dearest friend, Y/N... I-"

"I believed you were a friend to me as well, but I heard you with Prince Aegon. Though I know you spoke the truth. The truth being that I am a lowborn bastard. I-I cannot deny how it pains me so to hear you regard me with such contempt."

By now the tears have flown freely down your face. The prince's chest tightened seeing you shake as you succumbed to your heartache.

"Forgive me f-for wasting even m-more of your time, Prince Aemond."

You cringed at your pathetic apology given you could not stop the hiccups from your cries. You made an attempt to close the door, but Aemond beat you to it, placing a hand on the wood and pushing to let himself in your space.

"Y-Your Grace, please... Y-You mustn't-"

His hands on your face catches you off guard, lifting it so that you may look up at him. With gentle fingers, he wiped your tears, and you couldn't help closing your eyes at the gesture.

"It is I who should be begging for your forgiveness, Y/N... I-I did not mean those words. It was not my intention to hurt you. I would never dream of hurting you, my dear Y/N. I-I simply wanted Aegon to leave me alone. I didn't want him to know..."

You raised your eyebrows as the prince trailed off. Aemond felt his heart was to burst out of his clothes soon and drop to the floor. He had to tell you now. Rejection or not, he must make it known that he would never willingly hurt you, the one person whose presence reminds him that he still has a heart and that he is worth more than his title.

"I did not want him to know that... that I care for you deeply. You have enraptured my heart and soul with the unwavering kindness you have bestowed to someone as unworthy as me."

Your eyes widen at the prince but he continues his speech as he moves to decrease the distance between you two even more.

"It is your laughter that calms me and when I close my eyes, it is the image of your smile painted on the back of their lids. When we are together and you tell me of what you've read, I find myself daydreaming of a life with you. How I would offer everything I have in exchange for your hand."

"Prince Aemond, w-what are you saying..."

"I am saying I love you, Y/N. Most ardently."

You gasped upon hearing his words and the prince moved his hands to hold yours.

"What I said to my brother was in fear of rejection for I have denied my feelings knowing they are one-sided. It was childish of me to turn to insults to reject what I feel so strongly for you and I regret having upset you. I-I understand if you wish to never speak to me again..."

With his head bowed and gaze to the floor, the prince did not see the smile that was back on your face.

"Oh Aemond, you fool!"

Before he could make eye contact to decipher what you meant, you had let his hands go in favor of wrapping them around him in an embrace as you lunged forward. The prince was quick to secure your waist in his arms. He heard you giggle in his ear before pulling back to be face to face with him.

"Your feelings are my own, my prince. I too love you a great deal."

Several emotions washed over Aemond all at once, but it was relief that was undeniable. He mirrored the bright smile on your face as your arms remained on his shoulders and his on your hips.

"I did not think it were possible for someone as beautiful and gentle as you to feel for someone like me." Aemond admitted, but you only leaned in to kiss him in response.

There was no greater pleasure than having your lips on his. Having the privilege of your love was comparable to being high up in the sky. He was in so much elation as your chest pressed to his when he tightened his hold on you.

"I love you, my beautiful prince. I am yours."

"Y/N... If you will have me... I desire nothing more than to be your husband."

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen angst #aemond x you #aemond targaryen fluff #hotd imagine

[nightingale2004]

Severus Snape daughter headcanons

Slytherin all the way.

There was a debate with the sorting hat between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, but the hat landed on Slytherin

Severus taught her German and Russian

Has a pet cat

Was taught how to brew potions as a child

Skilled in occlumency and legilimens

Severus would've definitely taught her some fight moves he learned from Tobias to defend herself along with defense spells to protect herself if necessary (one of the rare good things Tobias did for Severus)

I feel his daughter would have a photographic memory

If his daughter was born before the war, then she would've met Regulus as a baby but didn't know a lot about him other than what Narcissa, Lucius, and her father told her (all good things)

Growing up, Severus didn't tell her a lot of his past, but every time she was in the Malfoy's care or Charity and Aurora's care, they would tell her all the embarrassing school stories of Severus (Severus would neither confirm or deny the stories) but they leave out the marauders of their stories (she knows about them, they always let it slip during their stories)

Educated in both the wizarding and muggle world

She definitely inherited the famous Severus glare and sharp tongue

Middle is Eileen, and Severus talks about his mother sometimes but not much

She would definitely be a bookworm

Similar to Severus, she would have an interest in potions and DADA

She and Draco would have definitely seen each other as siblings from their parents

I feel like she would be respectful and nice to house elves and would hate the abuse they face (she scolds her uncle Lucius about hurting Dobby every time she sees it)

Her and Hermione would have a school rivalry since they are both the smartest girls in their houses. But they respect each other and their intellect

If wolfstar had a child or children, then you can count on some bad blood between them (who knows... maybe an enemies to lovers)

Severus and McGonagall taught her how to dance (quite fabulously, if I may add 👌💃)

Sees Minerva as a grandmother figure (you can't tell me that McGonagall wouldn't lover her as her own)

If she had an Animagus form, it would be a cat or Raven

Her Patronus would be a bat or a cat

Has respect for the Weasley twins but will not hesitate to turn their pranks against them if it's aimed at her father, Draco, or herself

Likes Molly and Arthur but has notes on their parenting

She and Ron like playing wizard chess with each other (she beats him every time, and Ron always wants a rematch)

I feel like she would be a bit relatable to Stiles Stilinski (has ADHD, OCD, A LOT of sarcasm, and is stubborn. Wonder where she gets that from) "I mean no. Do you want to hear it in German? Nein". "I'm 140 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, ok? Sarcasm and magic are my ONLY defense."

I feel like a lot of people would be afraid of her because she is Severus's daughter

She and Luna, I feel would get along because of her creative mind and unique way of seeing the world (she would also scare off Luna's bullies)

She makes her own spells, potions, and magical objects (mad scientist mode)

Not a big fan of quidditch but supports Draco

Brains of the operation

Hates Sirius on sight and is OK Remus.

She will not hesitate to hex or murder Sirius if he continues to insult her family (she is very difficult to restrain)

Feels like Harry's babysitter for always helping him survive on his adventures

She knows Remus when she was young due to his visits to her home to pick up his supply of wolfsbane from her father (so she knows he's a werewolf)

Often scold Draco if his insults go too far.

If her dad was a part of the death eaters and she was told, she would be shocked, upset, and angry but if he told her about the double agent part then she would be more worried for him

All I got so far. Enjoy my lovelies

#harry potter #severus snape #hp #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #severussnape #severus prince #pro severus #daughter of severus snape #snape fandom #snapedom #snape defense #pro severus snape #severus daughter headcanon #pro snape #snape #severus #slytherin pride #slytherpride #slytherin #severus snape headcanon #snape headcanon #harry potter hc #harry potter headcanon #hp hcs #hp headcanon #severus snape x daughter #parent!snape #parent snape #severus snape x daughter!reader

[pillowspace]

Pspsps tell me about your OCS 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

OKAY, SO SO SO, UHHH. Where is it. I'm about to go on the biggest ramble, you have no idea

THIS IS LUCA. There's also Carmen, who is Luca's older sibling / caregiver. Carmen is bigender, any pronouns. I don't have an official design yet, but Carmen has straighter, choppier hair and is years older.

In Luca's first life, he was just miserable. At a young age, he regarded his older brother Carmen (these were not their names at the time) as someone he greatly admired. Carmen wasn't the best brother, turned irritable after the grief of losing parents Luca never even had the chance to meet, but they still had their moments of fun and play. That was short-lived though, as Carmen quickly moved out, leaving Luca behind with only a glance. So at this point, Luca has already understood that he is not somebody worth saying goodbye to. Throughout this all, Carmen had been the closest Luca had to a friend.

After their grandparents who Luca had been living with passed, he was sent to live with his older brother at the age of thirteen. Carmen was cold and distant, always avoiding Luca, but always protecting him in all the wrong ways due to a sense of obligation. Luca was constantly sheltered away from other people while still not getting any actual attention within that shelter. It resulted in the brothers arguing, which resulted in an unhealthy realization: Luca would be looked at and talked to if he was causing trouble. So he began constantly acting out, and Carmen, who couldn't even realize why Luca was doing it, got more frustrated because of it.

Eventually Carmen got a wife. Luca, still only a teenager, would insult the wife to Carmen in private. But Luca actually adored her, so the insults were more just about Carmen's tastes, meanwhile she taught Luca archery. Those were the only times Luca could even remotely be himself.

It all just resulted in a downward spiral of Luca's mind, until he heard of a romantic legend from a neighbour he snuck out with one night. It was said that whoever performed it could remain with a lover through every lifetime, forever meant to be theirs. Forever to belong, with the memory of every life to cherish. Luca found it dumb, saying that immortality sounded more like a curse than anything. How could one bare the horrors and loss of every single life for all of eternity?

But it stuck with him. Until finally, at the age of seventeen, he reached a breaking point. He was convinced Carmen hated him, and Luca wanted nothing more than to be seen by his brother. So he took that ritual and twisted it into something terrible. It sounded like a curse, and so he would make it one. Luca attacked his brother, and performed it on both of them. It differed, in that Luca would intentionally fracture his own soul during it, so that Carmen would be the only one to remember, while Luca would never have to. For every life, Luca would find Carmen. Luca saw this in itself as a punishment, firm in the belief that he himself only served to make his brother miserable. For himself though, it was simultaneously a punishment on himself and a means to stay with his brother forever in his confused desperation. And for every life, they would die at the exact same age they died in their first.

For the first life after that, Carmen was scared of Luca. For the first few lives, she was avoidant and tried to flee. But it was true, that Luca was to always end up with Carmen. Luca was often only just a confused child who actually knew how to smile and laugh though, so he was always unsure why Carmen looked at him so strangely. It was as if these new lives of Luca were an entirely different person.

This progressed across lives until Carmen began to understand her brother. Avoidance turned to guilt, and guilt turned to horror for how misguided she had been in being both Luca's brother and caregiver. She had thought it enough to give him a home. She had thought it enough to shield him (though the joy she saw in Luca when he played with the other kids now filled her with doubt). And it was in the face of Luca so unfamiliarly happy that clicked in place how miserable he had actually been. Somehow, Luca's fighting had become no more than background noise. It had all just been background noise to Carmen, and he hated that he had allowed that to happen. What Luca did to him will always haunt Carmen, as he experiences loss after loss through every life. But that could co-exist with him still wanting to make up for his own wrongs.

So through every life, Carmen gives his brother the happiest life he can while trying to restore Luca's soul, so the curse can be broken on both of them. And after every death, Carmen sees the fractured soul of Luca's first life within the dark waiting room void between lives, and silently sits by it quietly muttering apology after apology, for he has grown to love Luca more than anything over their shared lives.

This is all a backstory though. There is a main story, and it's about a group of people who are all immortal through different means trying to find a way to lose their immortality. A reversal on people trying to find the secret to it. There are more OCs. Luca and Carmen (the actual names of this life, and Luca now has the design shown above ^) join in. Carmen does not tell Luca why they're there, but Luca has been... starting to wonder.

This is their second to last life before Luca's soul is finally restored. Before their story ends, in the black void once more, Luca (with all of his memories) makes one final request that he tearfully grants his brother the ability to refuse: one more life. Just one more life where they can both be happy, and neither have to remember the curse at all, living a final life that may only end in old age. Carmen agrees. And they have one more life.

In their final life, they live a happy childhood together. Luca finally grows past the age of 17 to become an adult. He becomes a florist, and there is both love but a healthy distance between him and his brother. Independence. The other immortals they had travelled with come to buy flowers from Luca only once, no longer remembered by him. They are happy for him, and leave both him and Carmen to live out the happiest lives they never thought they'd get to have.

And that, is Luca and Carmen's story.

#ask #ramble #[🎡 mutuals tag]

[insufferableprotagonistpoll]

Propaganda why Dean Winchester is insufferable:

Really mean to Cas (called him a child, zero respect for him, calls him family and casts him out when the angels are looking for him), and an absolute dick to Jack (threatening to kill him CONSTANTLY)

>Was a misogynist (loved to call women skanks, bitches, hoes)

>Used gay as an insult multiple time during the show's run (idc if he's gay an homophobic, that's still insulting)

>Beat up his brother for being possessed

>Beat up his brother for losing his soul (not his brother's fault)

>Used dubious consent to get his brother possessed in a different unrelated possession incident after possession was being used (badly...this is supernatural after all) as a metaphor for SA

>Threatened to murder his brother when he was hallucinating (yay we aren't ableist)

>Locked a child up in a box

>Threatened to kill the child he locked up in a box

>Made a creepy, sexual comment about a barely-legal high school girl

>Got the woman and kid he was living with memory-wiped

misogynistic scumbag. theres also a few different times that dean finds teenagers sexy with the most recent and prominent example that i can recall being the scooby doo crossover episode in season 13 where hes super into daphne who in the version they chose for the episode is 15-16 and is interacting with her as if shes a real person cause they got magicked into the episode. he treats everyone around him like shit and the only time the narrative agrees that thats a bad thing is when he has the mark of cain put on him and hes acting no differently than he does usually its just now acknowledged that hes treating others like shit. ive been rewatching the show for shits and giggles with a friend and wow he really does not treat anyone well but i wanna focus on how he treats sam for a second cause dude's hobby seems to be ignoring what his brother wants and lying to sam about doing stuff that directly concerns him the demon blood and souless things are reasonable cause those were both Bad for sam but theyre still part of a wider pattern and the most prominent example of this being when dean tricks sam into letting gadreel possess him and actually gaslights sam about it with the whole ordeal ending when its revealed gadreel lied about who he was and while possessing sam murders a friend of theirs. his voice is just also stupid as fuck im sorry this is just petty but he just sounds like hes trying so hard to be gruff n intimidating but he just sounds like a kid pretending to be batman

Dean’s list of sins is crazy long because of how long the show ran, but the key thing for me is that post-locking Sam in the bunker (season 4 I think?), I just can’t enjoy their relationship anymore. I normally love their sibling dynamic, but Dean’s ultimate worst past-the-point-of-no-return moment for me was demonizing (pun intended) his little brother for being “addicted” to demon blood, which only happened because of a series of events that were either Dean’s or someone else’s fault, not Sam’s. I also really dislike how the fandom treats Dean like this angel (pun intended) who has done no wrong and even tries to justify the MULTIPLE times he’s beaten up and otherwise abused his little brother. Canon Dean is like the polar opposite of fanon Dean: he’s homophobic and racist (jokes about a Black man being sexually assaulted in prison), misogynistic (take a shot every time he calls a woman a slur and you’ll die of alcohol poisoning), and abusive.

Propaganda why the Tenth Doctor is insufferable:

They’re so *edgy*

That one time he committed a genocide by drowning the last children of a near-extinct species (Racnoss) because their mother was evil. The closest anyone ever got to calling him out on it was when Donna noted that his take on a *different* set of weird alien babies (the Adipose) was a lot nicer than last time.

A combination of hypocrisy, sanctimony, and an equally insufferable fanbase. And the dissonance between what he actually does and how the narrative presents it.

#dean winchester #supernatural #the tenth doctor #doctor who #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament #tournament poll

[starmonsterrr]

[ * Ayyyy introduction post i guess??? Erm... Anyway HELLO WORLD ]

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[ * (Also tiny fun fact, I do the Undertale text box thing for fun and also as a nod to my source being the UTMV. I may not always do it but oh well, there's a 50 percent chance i may forget to do it and i don't have the guts to go back to it mid-conversation) ]

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[taddymason]

Brother

One shot of Kaida and Noah (from @finn-m-corvex)!! This au has possessed my mind and made me really want to write something after reading Finn's amazing one shot. Chronologically this would be a continuation (not relevant, but at least in this one Jay hasn't recovered his memories).

I will publish the next chapter of Lighting Pin soon, these weeks I have been with exams and for some reason the third chapter has been quite heavy to write.

(also sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language!)

Words: 2.9k

TW: implied child abuse.

Living in the monastery is weird. Kaida feels like an outsider and that sucks.

It's weird because there are times she's too aggressive to let her guard down for a fucking second and stop yelling at any of these people. It's weird because sometimes she allows herself to stop and think about how screwed the Administration was with the rest of the world, that these kids here weren't ordered to kill from a young age or that they've never washed someone else's blood under their fingernails. That there are things that she thought were normal and when she says them out loud she realizes that they were not.

Sometimes she feel like a rabid dog that just wants to bite something and not let go, she feel like if any of them talk to her the first thing they will say will be an insult or something hurtful. She is angry at how things have changed, that her father is no longer hers, that there is no normality to return to because there never was one.

And when Tessa tells her how her father treated her and Noah, that anger doesn't diminish. Not when she knew every word was true.

It was hard to process… that. Especially when her Jay would probably set the world on fire before letting something bad happen to her. When he preferred to stay in the Administration despite all the bad things that happened there, the bad things that they had to do in their job, just so as not to lose her.

They had never talked about it, she didn't even know how he would react if she told him, but she was sure that the reason the Administrator had let him adopt her was solely so that he would stay there. Have two elemental masters nearby. It had worked well she supposed.

After her training, she enters the monastery dining room once she saw that it was partially clear. Only Noah was there, lying on an couch reading a book with complete concentration. She didn't have as much trouble talking to him compared to the others. He was calm in a way the others weren't and he wasn't actively trying to make her angry like Jenna.

"What are you reading?" She asks, raising her voice, a few steps behind the couch where he was.

She had been trying to talk to them more, to build a relationship that wasn't based on her speaking sarcastically to them, to be more empathetic as Jay liked to say. It was an effort, but she felt like she should at least try.

The boy looks up, startled by her presence, smiling friendly in a rather familiar way as he gestures to his book.

“Hey, Kaida! I was working on some ideas for a future project. You want to see?" He says in a kind and jovial voice. It was quite difficult for her to believe how he and Tessa could be so calm, have so much patience with what they had had to suffer. How could they make it look so easy? She supposed it was something that came with having siblings.

Kaida nods somewhat uncertainly, and he holds out the book for her to see, a few scribbles and paragraphs of engineering terminology written on the pages that seemed to be some time old.

She can't help but roll her eyes while huffing. She shouldn't be surprised that half of them were so passionate about inventing. “A mech. You really like these mechanical things, huh?”

Noah raises an eyebrow curiously, not responding to the mockery. “Do you know how to read Ninjargon?” She nodded vaguely with disinterest as she continued searching through the notes for some idea similar to a weapon or a ship. "I had no idea. Although it makes sense I guess…”

She didn't miss the way his tone fell at the end. It was easy to read between the lines. Hoping it wouldn't show, she clears her throat. “Yeah, actually, I have quite a collection of books from here. They are better than any shit from the Administration. Especially the animal ones.”

His face lights up with a smile, he brushes away the blue locks that fell from his forehead as he sits up slightly. "I also like them a lot! What’s your fav-?”

His tone is suddenly cut off when a voice interrupts him from behind them.

“Hey, kiddo.”

Both she and Noah turned their gaze toward the door. Jay enters at a brisk pace while giving her a half smile. She doesn't miss the way Noah tenses next to her at the sound of his voice.

That moves something red and burning in her chest and she pushes it down, remembering Tessa's words. She couldn't blame them.

“Hi, old man.” Kaida waves mockingly, hoping the worried look she gives the boy next to her wasn't obvious. It seemed like he could run away at any moment.

“How was your training?” he asks and she's grateful that in that moment he keeps his distance and doesn't get too close to where they were. She felt stupid for not realizing why sooner, but Noah never liked being in the same room with him for long.

Kaida glances at him carefully, gauging his withdrawn expression before turning to Jay as she takes a few steps forward.

“Well, I still insist that target practice is better.” She jokes, although she actually meant it half seriously. She wasn't used to fighting for so long without using a weapon or her powers, physical strength had never been one of her advantages. The fights had to end quickly in her opinion.

But she had also been able to talk to Tessa more, which ultimately must have been something.

Jay laughs softly while rolling his eyes. “If you want, early tomorrow we can do target practice in the yard.”

She smiles. “Don't you think the green one would be against that idea?”

He frowned half defensively as he snorted arrogantly. “Well, he's not my leader.” And that's when he scans the room, paying attention to the boy on the couch for the first time. Jay's gaze lingered on Noah for a moment, no doubt noticing the boy's rigid posture, the way he had deliberately turned his eyes to his book, how he avoided looking at him or making the slightest sound whenever he spoke.

His brow furrows slightly, and for a few seconds, he opens his mouth as if he wants to say something, struggling with the words with a slurred sound.

However, in the end he just sighs dejectedly and mutters a few words under his breath.

“Let me know if you need anything.” He murmurs, keeping his voice deliberately calm. His hand absentmindedly pats her shoulder as he passes, giving the other teen one last look before he leaves.

She nods firmly, waiting for him to leave the room before turning around and walking over to where the other boy was. He was hunched over, his black hair completely covering his eyes as he read his old book. Although it seemed more like he was glaring at the pages more than reading them.

"Hey." She calls, attracting his attention. Kaida took a deep breath before saying. “You don't have to be afraid of him, you know. He’s not going to hurt you.”

Noah frowns with a small inhale, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he lowers his gaze. His fingers absentmindedly run through the pages of his notebook.

“It's… complicated, Kaida.” He whispers, almost as if he was preparing for her to fight and argue like he had with Tessa. His body was so stiff that he was practically shaking as he crumpled in place. “I don't think you understand. You don’t want to hear about this.”

She didn't really want to hear about it, what Tessa had said had been too much. She might as well have taken that as a sign to continue on her way and mind her own business.

But she didn't want them to continue being afraid of Jay either. Especially when he could definitely tell, and she already knew he was dealing with too much shit right now.

Instead of leaving, she makes a sympathetic face, hesitating for a moment before sitting down in one of the other chairs. Her hands clenching together as she absentmindedly pulled at her cuticles.

“Tessa told me about your timeline.” she murmurs, trying not to make her voice sound as sharp or harsh as she felt. She had noticed that he didn't like it when she and Jay spoke loudly, which was all the time because they were both terrible at speaking softly. Noah's gaze clears with understanding and wonder as he sits up straighter. “I'm sorry about what happened to your parents.”

He seems to bite his tongue and his own voice, running a hand through his hair several times between slow breaths.

“He never tried to be my father.” He says in a heavy voice, slurring his words. His tone is calm, however, there's more resignation than anger than she expected and she didn't know what to do about. “All he did was… make things worse. For me and Tessa. He didn't even care when he hurts us or-“ he cuts himself off as he shook his head in regret. "No, I'm sorry. You don’t want to hear this, kid.”

She frowns, trying to think clearly as she spoke. “If you want to talk about it, I can handle it.” Her eyes dart back in the direction Jay had gone before looking back at him. “Jay is not like that. He wouldn’t hurt you, much less want you to be afraid of him.”

He shakes his head slightly. “I just don't think I'm ready to give him that chance.”

Kaida took a deep breath as she bit her lip nervously. She knew he wasn't winning any awards for emotional talks and she appreciated the infinite patience this boy had in handling her pathetic attempt.

“Look- Noah, I'm telling you this, because I know how you feel.” she explains, the words something bitter that she spits into the air with difficulty. “I know what it's like to be… scared like that.”

He looks at her uneasily, looking her up and down intensely. Looking genuinely confused as he cleared his throat with halting words. "How?"

“It wasn't Jay, if that's what you think.” she assures with a rigid tone. The scars on her eyebrow stung with a burning sensation, the memory of the grip of a gun crossing the air, and she absentmindedly scratches them as she looked away.

She hears him sigh in relief before starting to speak. "But then, what-"

She cuts him off with a sharp sigh, speaking quickly as she waved a hand in the air.

"I, um, I grew up in an orphanage, you know? And it was a military orphanage, so it was double shit." "She explains, clicking her tongue between the pauses in her words. As if she had a mouth full of cotton." "They trained us to be agents. Soldiers." She could hear him swallowing hard, swallowing whatever words he wanted to say, but he doesn't speak. “And the people there didn't treat the children well. We were supposed to be tough and disciplined. They did not tolerate mistakes and they had their… methods to make us obey them.”

Noah looked at her intensely the same way Jay did when she said things like that. When she was a fucking mess who bit the hand of anyone who came near, when her first instinct for any mistake was to run because she didn't know what the punishment would be.

She can imagine what it must be like for Tessa and Noah and it doesn't help her calm the knot of anger that coils in her throat and chest. It was one thing for the stupid Administration guards to give her a scar on her face because of her intelligent mouth, but for their father to do things like that to them? That made her stomach turn.

She makes a sudden gesture with her hand, trying to downplay it, so that it doesn't show how much that look affects her. “I'm just saying, I'm still- I'm still dealing with it. Being distrustful of people. Or- “she takes a breath before continuing. "-being afraid all the time."

Noah purses his lips, his face pale as he rubs his eyes, a tired expression that underlines everything he has endured. “Kaida, I-“

"I just want you to know that Jay helped me with that. It didn't matter if I was practically a burden, or if I was too screwed up not to get upset over the smallest thing-" Noah frowned as if to interrupt her, but she continued. "What I'm trying to say is that you don't have to be afraid of him. He's never laid a hand on me. And I know he wouldn't do it to you either."

He is silent for a moment before speaking. “It's just… it's harder than it looks. It's too much. For me and Tessa. It doesn’t help that he- well, he doesn’t even remember Nya or the others.”

Kaida grimaces, rubbing her hands restlessly. “Yeah, I don't think I'm helping with that.”

Noah frowns immediately as he shakes his head a few times again. "It's not your fault."

“Yeah, but I'm not making it any easier either, right?” she snorts harder than she intended. It takes her a moment to catch her breath again between her teeth. Noah looks at her attentively and not for the first time, she wondered where he got the desire to stay and listen to what she had to say. She wasn't good at this. She clears her throat, eyes closed. “I don't want to pressure you to see him as- you know. Just give him a chance. And, uh-” her tone stumbles stiffly and struggles to keep her words steady and not shake pathetically. “I want you to know that you can talk to me about these things if you want, not just with Tessa. I can deal with it.”

She opens her eyes to see his expression, Noah, to his credit, just blinks in surprise for a few seconds before nodding. Clearly confused as to whatever peace attempt they're forming here, but taking it at least. There is a softness in his gaze that she cannot decipher and she tries to ignore it as she crosses her arms.

"Alright." She hears him say in a stiff voice and she only nodds once.

"Good." Her fingers drum against the arm of the chair several times for a moment before she clicks her tongue sharply. “Anyway, do you know the story about the claustrophobic astronaut?” She asks in complete seriousness, he looks at her blankly as she waits dramatically in silence. She waits just a second before smiling. “He just needed some space.”

If she had known how he was going to laugh at a joke like that, maybe she would have told one of her stupid puns much sooner. His loud laughter only encourages her own, and soon the red acid burning in the pit of his stomach evaporates like a cloud.

Noah interrupts himself in the middle of his laughter with a firm and intense voice.

"Hey, Kaida, you can talk to me too if you need." He wasn't lying. He makes sure to add emphasis to his words as he leans forward. "And you're not a burden. You know that?"

She doesn't really agree with that, but the way he says it sends something warm and safe in her chest and she doesn't have the strength to contradict him. Instead, she nods vaguely with lost eyes.

He gives her a tentative smile and looks back at his book, although he still didn't seem to be reading the pages. Kaida, once she is sure that no one is approaching, takes courage before speaking.

"Do you want to tell me about any of your inventions?" Her hand vaguely points to the notebook.

His gaze practically glowed as he looked at her with a dumbfounded smile. "Really?"

She shrugs, approaches him less cautiously than before. "I'm sure there must be something good about Ninjago's primitive technology, right?"

He laughs again, not even bothering to respond to her mockery, before delving into complex, technical terms about his inventions at full speed. She stays by his side, still a good distance away, but listens to him attentively while he speaks without even stopping to breathe.

Maybe having a brother wasn't so bad after all.

#ninjago jay #ninjago fanfic #dad jay au #kaida walker #noah walker #ninjago oc #she is trying guys

[yourneighborhoodneighbor]

and you're always free to begin again ch1

(masterpost to my fics while ao3 is down) AO3

fic under the cut

Dick remembered when Damian had first come home.

All blades and murder and so, so much anger in his little body, constantly overflowing, sharpened to a deadly point like his ever-present katana. His little face, still chubby in his age despite the ridiculous amount of muscle his lithe body had, set in an ever present scowl. Constant screaming, constant threats, constant insults.

Like his brothers, Dick could admit he had been afraid. Damian was not just angry, he was capable.

But Dick was not just a cop, or a vigilante, or the Boy Wonder. Dick was a big brother.

And so after a few days of settling, or as much as that time could be called settling, Dick stopped hearing the words Damian was screaming, and instead listened to what he wasn't saying. He looked past the katana into the little hands holding the blade, steady, precise, deadly, but still, little hands. The hands of a child.

Damian was afraid, even if he himself did not realize it. He was probably, somewhere deep in his subconscious, scared he would have to go back. Dick didn't know the whole story of how he suddenly found himself with a new little brother, but he knew enough to be aware that Damian had come here on his own. By choice. The kid had run away, for whatever reason, so it was safe to assume he would not want to go back anytime soon, if ever.

Besides, coming to live in Gotham, with Bruce, and Alfred, and quite frankly a small army of siblings, was a big change. Dick couldn't even imagine what growing up with the League was like, having that as his whole world. And then to come to a place like this… Yes, there was still fighting, both on the streets and common sibling spats, but there was laughter, and freedom, and love, and… and Dick knew the kid had to be feeling some culture shock, was his point. Confusion was probably not helping his fear, and only served to fuel the anger he used to mask it.

There was also the matter of, well, all of them. The kid seemed especially enraged when anyone so much as implied any of them were his siblings, more intensely so if they called him any variation of “little brother”. Those were the moments when he screamed. Usually, he was quiet, a whole life of training as an assassin drilled into him, but on this topic, he raged loudly and viciously.

He had tried to kill Tim outright upon having him introduced as his brother, the teen having had the misfortune of being the only one of them at the manor with Bruce when Damian had arrived, clad still in his League uniform and nothing but a katana in his hand and a small bag at his back. Dick had been told the second Tim had said the words “I'm your new brother” it was like Damian had been possessed, only just being stopped from dealing the finishing blow by Bruce finally managing to grab and immobilize him.

He had also tried to kill Jason once, when the older man had looked him over and after squinting at him a bit in remembrance of his few and foggy memories of his own days with the League after having been resurrected had asked offhandedly if Damian's eyes hadn't been blue instead of green. It was lucky at least that all of them were in the room at the time, to stop both of them from killing each other on the spot.

Dick himself had had a personal encounter with the katana when he first called him his little brother. That had actually been the moment when Dick had a lightbulb go on in his brain, telling him there was something more than just a fucked up childhood hiding behind those angry eyes and deadly hands, something specific troubling this small assassin child.

Point being, Dick remembered Damian's rage, the fear it hid, the confusion such a flip in his life had produced. And that brought him to now, in a position he wouldn't have expected to be allowed to take, arms around a body so much shorter than him in a light but firm hold, trying to keep the shaking child in his arms from falling apart.

For all that Damian was shaking, he wasn't crying, wasn't making a single sound, simply clutching the back of Dick's shirt with all the power his fists had.

“What happened, little wing?” he asked. They had been sitting in one of the living rooms for their weekly movie night, light commentary floating around, when the youngest Wayne had simply stormed out with clenched fists and jaw. Dick had followed. He was glad Damian didn't immediately resort to violence anymore, not after two years living with them, but even with all the work Dick personally had put into helping the youngest, the boy still didn't really ask for help if he had a problem.

Said boy took in a shaky breath.

“Why will they not stop calling me Dami? I can deal with anything else, I can be the demon brat, I can be little shit, I can be anything I need to be, just not Dami,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

Dick frowned. It almost sounded like his brother was holding back sobs, which was alarming on its own. He had never really seen the other cry.

He stopped to think about the question. It was true, he had asked, demanded really, several times to not be called Dami. Nearer the beginning, he had threatened and fought whoever called him that. Mostly they abstained, but there were times they called him that to tease, like when they called Tim Timmy or Timbo. He thought there may be more than just finding the nickname childish or ridiculous behind his aversion to the name, especially seeing as it affected him this much. It was different, to the annoyance and anger he usually displayed.

“Is there a specific reason you don't like it?” he asked back, hoping to find some answers that might help him better deal with the situation.

“No one gets to call me that,” was his response.

The older man frowned. Taking into account the state the kid was in, his response meant more than just the words he said out loud. Lucky for him, Dick had gotten pretty well versed in the language of little brothers who didn't want to bring all their thoughts to reality with words. And so to him, the ending of that sentence was clear as day.

Anymore.

No one gets to call me that, anymore.

Either someone who had hurt him had used that name, linking it to bad memories, or someone who had loved him and he had loved in return had, someone he wouldn't or couldn't see anymore.

Dick wouldn't ask which one. Not at this time. He had more pressing matters to deal with right now.

“Okay. Okay, little wing, I'll tell the others to cut it out,” he reassured his brother. Feeling how he was still shaking, both his breathing and his body, he squeezed him just a bit tighter and added, “And you can cry. It's okay to cry if you're upset.”

Damian only shook harder, pressing his face further into Dickvs shirt.

“Grandfather said we're not to cry,” he said in a small voice. Dick didn't really have time to wonder who “we” entailed in the face of his brother's upset. That line of thinking couldn't stand, not on his watch.

“That is because Ra's al Ghul is incapable of human emotion. You're twelve, cry if you feel like it,” he stated firmly, laying his lips to the top of Damian's head.

With that, the floodgates opened.

Damian cried for a long a long time, unending tears, harsh sobs, loud wailing. Dick knew this was a long time coming, had probably been years in the making, and he was just as sure that as much as this was a general cry for life, there had to be something specific that had Damian wailing. The reason he didn't like to be called Dami.

That was a problem to be solved another time though. Healing didn't happen all at once, and this was a good step in the progress the little boy had made.

For now, Dick simply held his little brother in his arms, silently promising him the safety to cry.

next chapter

#dpxdc #batpham #fanfiction #my fics #yourneighborhoodneighbor

[the-doctor-3000]

LEGO NINJAGO: Imagine Being Garmadon's Child And Coming Out.

[This is for all of the LGBTQ+ members. Side note: I haven't seen Ninjago in a long time so I'm writing this mostly from memory so I'm sorry if it's not accurate enough. ]

This man might not always show it but he LOVES his kids.

I mean, he was so scared for Lloyd's safety that he teamed up with his enemies.

I believe that he will be pretty confused when you'd come out as lesbian/non-binary/gay/bisexual etcetera (if you tell him during the time he was corrupted).

Not bitter or anything negative, just confused.

This man literally lived in a time before modern day showers were even a thought.

Once you explain it to him, he will be super chill and supportive.

(And let's don't mention a bit *over* protective.)

Like, if anyone tries to insult you for your sexuality and/or be disrespectful. . .

Welp, they better prepare their funeral.

No one treats his child like that and lives!

Moving on😁

If you tell him when he isn't corrupted;

SUPER understanding, a bit confused at first but once you explain it to him, he will be very accepting.

Very caring and protective too.

If someone is going to be rude or disrespectful to you because of that, he will calmly try to reason with them.

But, if they continue, he will have to throw some smacks and maybe even some punches to put some sense into their skulls.

BONUS

Ahem!

Being Garmadon's child also means being Lloyd's sibling.

He will instantly understand and be cool with it.

VERY supportive brother.

He loves you to the moon and back.

If anyone messes with you, messes with him. (His words)

#lord garmadon #lgbtq community #lgbtq #ninjago #lego ninjago #x reader #ninjago garmadon #garmadon x reader #child reader #platonic #Lloyd Garmadon x sibling reader

[nightlight-writes]

hey hey! Do you take anon requests? If not please lmk! Anyway i had a distant relative visit with a child and i was wondering, how would the luxiem guys be as parents? Idk, seems comical to me

Luxiem Boys as Parents

Genre: Headcanons

Warnings: slight mention of murder in Luca’s part

Notes: aaaaaa my first request! i don’t really have a father figure so this was interesting to write ^_^ I hope you find this satisfactory.

Vox Akuma

100% the affectionate, but also embarrassing type of parent.

Gives his children hugs and kisses like, every few hours.

Posts about his kids on social media and will happily show their baby pictures if asked.

Would develop a slight filter (ie. no sex jokes).

Everything else is OK though which inevitably leads to them developing a potty mouth.

Especially if they’re playing games together.

Somehow manages to keep up with all those newfangled hobbies his kids are into and wholeheartedly supports them.

That said, he does slightly wish his kids would appreciate “the classics” a teeny bit more…

Always gives out great, if sometimes unsolicited, advice.

By the time his children start moving out of the house, he’ll be in tears (and probably drunk as well).

Sure, he can return to his old lifestyle now, but he’s really gonna miss them…

Often tries to find time in his schedule to attend any important life events and host family reunions.

Whenever he appears, expect him to become the subject of constant gossip among the guests.

As long as he can spend time with his family, he’s happy.

Mysta Rias

Surprisingly, he does a decent job at being a dad.

Can often be seen eating at restaurants with his kids.

He would cook healthier meals for them if possible, but we all know how that turned out.

The only gadgets his children are allowed to own are laptops (for schoolwork) and flip phones (for texts and calls).

He’s not going to talk about his kids on social media and he’s not letting them have social media either.

Highly encourages his children to study hard and develop good financial habits.

Over time, he developed an immunity to tactics like “puppy eyes” and “claiming they REALLY need the shiny new toy”.

If it’s something both of them want though, he’ll be a VERY unbearable customer.

If his kids do well in school, he’ll host watch parties to celebrate.

These almost always end with his kids laughing at him after lots of chaotic banter.

But if anyone else insults him or his kids, they’ll be on the receiving end of a hellish roast.

When his children move out, he’ll call them once a month for life updates.

Every day, he prays that they don’t repeat any of his mistakes in life.

Luca Kaneshiro

Usually absent due to work, but when he DOES visit it’s a blast.

Spoils his kids with whatever they want if they ask nicely.

New clothes? They’re going to the most fashionable malls in town!

Spending the afternoon playing games? He’ll be down for that!

(He WILL get very competitive though.)

As long as the house is clean afterwards, anything is fine.

Speaking of cleaning, Luca would definitely teach his kids practical life skills like cooking and cleaning and fighting.

Would 100% record himself pranking his kids.

Has a massive influence on their life even when NOT present.

Those who pose even the slightest inconvenience must disappear.

No going outside without the protection of bodyguards.

And the shadow of his accomplishments shall always loom over his descendant’s heads.

But Luca would gladly pay any price to be able to create memories, however fleeting, with his family.

Ike Eveland

He’s trying his best.

Tends to fawn over how cute his favorite child is (or just his child if they have no siblings).

Spends a good chunk of the afternoon nerding out about things he liked “back in the day”.

If none of his kids end up liking Vocaloid, then he has failed as a parent.

Yes, he would un-ironically say that things were better back in HIS day.

Ike’s unhealthy eating habits are contagious and will spread to the rest of the family.

Tired to the point of falling asleep while reading bedtime stories.

Currently trying to sell any sussy things he possesses.

A good portion of his search history now consists of parenting forums, parent blogs, etc.

Tries to be patient when giving advice, but it’s surprisingly easy to bring out his blunt side.

This especially applies when he’s talking about relationships and/or sex.

As a result, he fears that he’ll make his kids cry if he tries to comfort them.

Other than that though, he’s mostly gentle when it comes to raising his kids.

Hopes that they will find something to cherish for life one day.

Shu Yamino

Chill and lax kind of parent.

As long as the kids aren’t getting hurt, anything is fine.

Owns a “World’s No. 1 Dad” mug “as a joke”.

Actually succeeds in being ✨hip with the kids✨

Would casually call himself a father on a random social media post without bringing it up ever again.

His advice usually tends to be “do want you want, but be responsible”.

He already has a hard time with romance and sexual topics and adding kids into the mix definitely doesn’t make it easier.

Probably starts leaving the house more often to spend quality time with the kids.

Open to teaching his children a bit of sorcery, but is still on the fence about passing down all of his knowledge.

After all, one’s life can only have so much magic before it stops being “normal”…

#luxiem #luxiem headcanons #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #nightlight.txt

[skzsauce01]

A Smart and Very Dense Cookie

Synopsis: You’re in love with Seungmin, or you will be at least. However, he’s making the “falling in love” part a bit difficult. Or, this is the start of an epic love story, and he doesn’t believe it yet.

Warning: none

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: son of Athena!Seungmin x child of Aphrodite!reader

Camp Half-Blood AU Masterlist

Why does anyone need a reason to love someone? Sometimes you just do.

You’ve always been a romantic. Maybe it’s by the nature of your heritage, but love is primordial, and there’s a sense of joy in knowing that above all, love will prevail. It brings people to their knees and can even call the everchanging gods down from Olympus, as evidenced by you and all of the other demigods in the world. It is a core part of who you are, and your half-siblings too, but you have taken your lessons of romance to heart, giving out advice to your fellow campers and helping with any planning required to make their dreams of love a reality. There are a few who find you silly, but who cares? At least you’re doing something nice for someone else. Besides, spreading rose petals around a picnic blanket on the beach shore is fun even after the twentieth time.

It’s funny though. No matter how much you’ve talked about love and helped nurture it, you’ve never experienced it yourself. There have been split second crushes, like when Jackson smiled at you when he saw you heading to the beach with a basket of roses, but nothing concrete. However, your mother did promise you an epic love story for your sixteenth birthday, and sixteen is here. Now it’s time to figure out who is part of your story. It’s rather easy actually.

You know every single trope, every couple dynamic that audiences swoon over. Of course for the rosy-eyed romantic like yourself, it has to be the most pragmatic person you know—Seungmin, a son of Athena who is notoriously blunt about anything emotional.

So what reason will you love him for? None for now since the story is only beginning to be written. Your heart flutters with excitement, and you head over to Demeter’s Cabin to prepare for the first chapter.

You’ve decided that the first chapter will be titled “You’re Not in Love With Me” because that is Seungmin’s curt answer to your bouquet of carnations and a poetry collection about love. His hands never leave his sides.

His comment doesn’t hurt. Instead, you simply nod and make another motion for him to take your gifts. “Not yet, but I will be.”

“I don’t think that’s how love works. Actually, I’m pretty sure about it.”

“Excuse me, I’m the one here who’s a child of Aphrodite. If anyone knows love, it’s me.”

While Seungmin sighs and starts talking about the science and signs of infatuation, you try not to look too exasperated. You suppose you expected this from him, but for him to doubt your knowledge is infuriating. How can one truly explain the abstract concept of love? How does one measure feelings and translate them into something universal without looking at the individual contexts? Chemicals and compounds never capture the experience; love is for poetry and music and art and things that will make people feel.

“What do you even like about me?” he asks. “We’ve barely talked.”

Gods, Seungmin either has a bad memory or is desperate to prove himself correct. You remind him that you helped him paint and decorate his scale model of Camp Half-Blood last month. Not to mention the figurines of all of the campers you sculpted and also painted for that project. Seungmin is no artist himself, so without you, his model would have undoubtedly been unpolished. Honestly, it’s pretty insulting that Seungmin considers you a stranger after all of the time you spent with him.

“Okay, I guess we’re acquaintances,” he admits when he notices you growing more peeved by the second, “but that’s it. I’m not the one you’re looking for. Also, have you considered that I might not fall in love with you?”

You shrug. “I don’t care if you don’t. The greatest love stories don’t always end in bliss, so why should I expect mine to automatically be a happily ever after?”

He studies you, debating whether you’re bluffing or not. Orpheus and Eurydice, Hero and Leander—you’ve heard the tales, but their ends never scared you.

“At least you’re dedicated,” he finally says. “And confident. You’re that sure this is gonna be a ‘great love story?’”

“Yeah, so I thought you deserved to know that you were gonna be part of it. I’ll try not to bother you too much about it.”

For the first time since you’ve cornered him—okay, when you put it like that, it’s your fault—Seungmin relaxes. He accepts the poetry book from you but leaves you with the flowers. “This doesn’t mean anything, by the way. I just want new reading material. Good luck with… whatever you’re doing.”

You smile and hug the bouquet to your chest, crushing a few petals. “Thanks, that means a lot. I’ll let you know how it ends.”

You and Seungmin leave in separate directions, you heading towards the arts and crafts center to press your carnations. Perhaps you’ll turn them into bookmarks to commemorate the end of the first chapter. They won’t be ready until sometime later, and Seungmin will likely be finished reading the poems by then, but maybe he’ll want one as well to remember what is probably the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard.

Several days later, you realize that loving Seungmin is actually a bit difficult when he is the one who bothers you for daily updates about your “great love story.” You should have never told him about that; he won’t stop mentioning it now in that pretentious, mocking tone of his. Again, this is to be expected, but gods, you thought an academic like him would be a little less dismissive of love when it has inspired so many important pieces of literature.

“Could you please come back later?” you mutter as you trek through the strawberry fields in search of Sana from Dionysus’ Cabin. “I’m busy right now.”

“What? I just wanted to see how you were doing. It’s one question.”

“Yes, and the answer is busy.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

Where is Sana? You spot her half-brother Jeongin, who shouts that she left for a quest last night. That’s inconvenient when you need her advice for flower pressing. You would have asked someone from Demeter’s Cabin, but they have a tendency to get uptight about preserving flora the “correct” way, and you just want a straightforward answer about the timing. However, you shout your thanks back and turn around, nearly running into Seungmin who is still waiting for a report. Wonderful, you have to deal with him now.

“It’s a work in progress,” you tell him. As you head back to the arts and crafts center with no new knowledge, he follows, stepping on your shadow’s head with each step. “Is there something else you need?”

He at least has the audacity to look sheepish when he says that he was wondering if you could make sculptures of the new batch of campers who arrived last week for his model of the camp. Apparently, he tried multiple times, but the clay sculptures either turned out ugly, unproportional, or unstable, but most of the time, all of the above. With nothing better to do, you agree to help on the condition that he has to give you an analysis of each of the love poems he has read so far while you work.

And that is how you decide that if you do need a reason to love Seungmin, it would be his thoughtfulness. Surprisingly, he isn’t sarcastic when reading the poems to you—he went to his cabin first to get the book—or explaining the metaphors and wordplay. There’s a certain reverence in his voice that rivals your own when you speak of love. As you mold the clay into human bodies, you listen intently and add your own opinions, most of which he agrees with, though he claims that you’re prone to viewing everything in a needlessly romantic light without considering other options.

“What else do you expect from me?” you jokingly ask. You lean back on your chair to stretch your aching shoulders the same time he shuts the book. He’s not finished it yet, so at this pace, you might be able to give a bookmark to him after all.

“Some nuance. Weren’t you the one who told me that love is complex?” His hand reaches for one of your completed sculptures, and you slap it away before he can ruin it. One accidental fingerprint from him could mean five minutes smoothing out the imperfections. “I just wanted to see the details,” he says.

“You can after they’re dried. And love is complex, which means we can analyze it from different views instead of just sticking to the one that seems the most obvious.”

“Which is why you chose me to love instead of someone like Chan.”

You involuntarily smile at the mention of Chan. Years ago, knowing that you were the one most enthusiastic by anything remotely romantic, he approached you with an idea. Two days later, you lit candles and laid out white rose petals in the shape of a heart on the dock of the lake, and listened as he “surrendered” his heart to someone else. Even now, it’s the best confession you’ve ever heard.

“You and I,” you say, making sure to hold his gaze in yours, “clash beautifully. We’ll either crash and burn or burn so brightly that no one will hold a candle to us.”

He smirks and rests his head on the table. As he runs his finger along the spine of the book, he muses, “Sounds horrible either way. You still sure I’m the one?”

“We’re art in the making.”

“We’re on a crash course set for tragedy.”

You slice a clay snake into sections for limbs for your sculptures. “Same thing.”

Thankfully, Seungmin doesn’t protest; he just asks what paint colors you’ll need and starts mixing them together after you list them out. Yet another reason to love him if you ever needed one—his ability to recognize when he’s lost the argument.

After three days of straining your neck and shoulder muscles, the new sculptures are complete, and you applaud with genuine happiness when Seungmin places them in his Camp Half-Blood model. The new demigods, both real and clay, now have a home. You peer closely at the miniature camp to find yourself. He’s moved some of the campers around since you last saw the model, and your version of yourself is no longer congregated around Aphrodite’s Cabin with your siblings but standing near the arts and crafts center with an unidentifiable stick object in its arms.

Seungmin catches you staring too critically and explains that it’s a paintbrush to honor all of your hard work on his project. It’s a kind gesture, which is why you elect to not tell him that it looks much more like a microphone. Nonetheless, you coo over it appreciatively.

“Where are you?” you ask, scouring the lands for Seungmin’s figure. Like yours, his is also not at his own cabin.

“The forest where you ambushed me.”

“Not an ambush. I just followed you and made sure we were alone.” You pick up your sculpture of yourself and mime walking along the painted dirt path. “Then I told you, and you immediately rejected me. Speaking of, I gotta go help set up something, so do you wanna come along and witness love in real life? It’s for Jinyoung, by the way,” you add when you see his reluctance.

Jinyoung, head counselor of Athena’s Cabin, offered you information about Seungmin if you hung up his collection of paper cranes in the amphitheater. Luckily, he folded all one thousand of them and strung them together, so your main job is to attach them to the pergola he commissioned Hephaestus’ Cabin to construct and of course, strew rose petals all around. You declined Jinyoung’s information since it felt invasive and inorganic. Also, you’re pretty sure your mother would smite you if you exchanged favors for something involving love. Actually, she wouldn’t, but that’s what you told Jinyoung, who kept insisting that he at least owe you something. The two of you settled on a woven blanket.

At the mention of his brother, Seungmin pounces on your invitation. While you hurriedly string the cranes across the pergola, he holds the ladder steady for you, eying the sandwiches and lemonade on the picnic blanket. You made him scatter the rose petals earlier, and he did so without complaint. Picnic blankets and rose petals—always a staple in Camp Half-Blood confessions.

“Can you see them yet?” you ask. Jinyoung went to go get his future beloved and didn’t say if he would give a signal when they were close by or not, so it’s a guessing game now.

“No, but you’re the one on the ladder. I didn’t think he would do something like this. He’s always been so quiet.”

You hum in acknowledgement, scurry down the steps, and motion for Seungmin to fold up the ladder. They’re still not here yet, but better to be safe than to ruin a special moment. As you drag Seungmin to the tiny alcove in the back of the theater, you hear Jinyoung’s voice carry over the wind.

You peek and spot the couple following the trail of rose petals leading to the pergola in the middle of the stage. After they settle onto the blanket, there’s a short speech and then a hug and then a first kiss! Jinyoung’s smile when he looks at Mina is so tender, and Mina is a stuttering mess as she tries to change the conversation to the food. Your eyes mist like they always do when you watch a love story unfold, and you blink back happy tears.

“Wow,” whispers Seungmin, who you nearly forgot was with you. “That was sweet. Hey, when you confess to me next time, I want it to be like this.”

You suppress the groan in your throat and flick his arm. “Way to kill the mood. C’mon, let’s go and leave them alone.”

As Seungmin traipses through the back path with you, the tall ladder under his arm, he continues to list the various items he wants when the great love story begins, including but not limited to flying books, an orchestra comprised solely of owls, and a tomahawk steak for dinner. You’re sure he’s joking, but honestly, the amount of thought he’s put into this seemingly spur-of-the-moment plan is suspicious. Seriously, he’s describing how you would have Hephaestus’ Cabin and Athena’s Cabin come together to set off a series of heart-shaped fireworks in the sky as you recite a handwritten poem about how much you adore him. He even has a song picked out for the owl orchestra to play.

You stop him and have him face you. Now for the first time, you really study Seungmin, from his doe-like eyes to his faint blush on his cheeks. When you tilt your head, his fingers twitch, and he balls them into a fist before hiding them in his pockets. He tries to slouch back on his heels, relax his shoulders, and pretend that he’s undeterred by your curious gaze, but he can’t fool you. This isn’t the nervousness people feel when they’re under scrutiny; this is the pitter-patter of a confused heart and brain.

You can’t hold back your laugh. When he asks what’s wrong, you only shake your head and smile because you can’t believe that it happened.

Chapter two of your epic love story has begun.

“You’ve Fallen For Me First.”

You’re definitely going to give him a bookmark.

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[altocat]

Do you have any Loz and Yazoo headcanons? I get they're not as feral as Kadaj, but Loz is a muscle man with the brain of a child and Yazoo LOOKS reasonable.

Poor things. The sad little followers of the Catboy Crew.

-Loz represents Sephiroth's strength, speed, and durability. As the most athletic, he's also not really the brightest. He's actually kinda...well, dumb. He can be malicious but lots of it is because he feels goaded or pressured into it by his smarter brothers. And much like Sephiroth in Shinra, he never questions the idea of him being used, unfailingly loyal and focused on pleasing those he values.

-Loz also represents the most overt side of Sephiroth's internal mommy issues. More than anything else in the whole world, Liz just wants to be held by his mother. He wants to be nestled close like a baby and cherished, with mother telling him everything will be okay. He wants it so badly it chokes him. And knowing he can't have or find her makes him prone to incredible degrees of grief. He reflects the inner pain of Sephiroth's separation from Lucrecia, going through life alone and confused. It only pushes Loz closer to his brothers to fill the void.

-Loz also reflects Sephiroth's discarded memories of Angeal. Being that he's the """warmest""" of the trio, as well as the burliest. Sephiroth attached the image of his more honorable friend with arguably the most vulnerable and childlike section of his personality.

-Loz loves soft things. Soft textures. Wool and velvet. He likes good smells and clear air, and is happiest on bright sunny days when its only him and his siblings together. He loooves when it rains because puddles! He especially likes plants, and secretly has a love for flowers that he vehemently denies.

-He does cry at EVERYTHING though. Because his mind is so childlike, he sometimes has a hard time accepting change or conflict. He's deathly afraid of being abandoned and often feels guilty if he's not strong or smart enough to accomplish things properly. He is always trying to hold his brothers' hands whenever he's scared.

-In truth, Loz just wants a nice quiet spot he can curl up in where he feels safe and secure. He's chaotic like his brothers and always ready to throw down and hurt his enemies, but he also needs structure and safety or else he falls apart.

AS FOR YAZOO

-Yazoo is Sephiroth's alluring qualities, his dry sense of humor, composed attitude, cleverness, and hidden playful streak. He seems pretty intelligent and calm most of the time, often coming off as introverted and even a little awkward.

-He's the most Sephiroth-esque of his brothers, but is still more of a reserved follower than a leader. He has plenty of ideas he just flat out keeps to himself without pushing forward to challenge Kadaj.

-Yazoo is also obsessed with mother, but not to the same fanatical degrees Loz and Kadaj are. He represents the side of Sephiroth's psyche that has sort of resigned itself towards incompletion. He's more interested in exploring his immediate surroundings rather than dwelling on the haves and have-nots.

-Yazoo is a little troll. He loves low-key causing discord through offhand comments and vague insults. He especially loved teasing and messing with Loz, especially if it means he can get Loz to cry. But he also loves comforting and shushing his brother afterwards. He's good at calming Loz down by very gently explaining things in a way his brother can understand.

-Yazoo loves fireworks, the smell of gunpowder, tooling around with technology, and running circles around his opponent. His hidden chaotic side often bursts through the surface in instances of joy. Yazoo is especially fond of multi-scent perfumes, especially vanilla. But for all his refined "chill" qualities, there are times when he just up and says or does something completely uncanny or strange with no context at all.

-He can be pretty sadistic when he wants to be, often letting people mistake his calmer attitude for kindness or rationality. But he loves trashing your shit and pissing all over your plans. It's a fun little game for him. It's all fun and games until Yazoo discreetly blows something up.

#Yazoo #Loz #Kadaj #Sephiroth #Jenova #Advent Children #ff7 #ffvii #crisis core #asks #final fantasy 7 #sephcanons #The Remnants #Catboys

[daughter-of-melpomene]

hii Dolly!!! a little birdy sent me, hoping you could give a few facts about each of your new ocs so I could make you something nice 🐦

Well, hello there, dear Anon!! On the off chance that by "new OCs" you mean the ones I submitted for the OC Potluck Exchange, those are the ones I will share some facts about!! If not, well, all of these OCs are new this year, or at least ones that I've neglected a bit this year, so this still works!! (Also, I put four out of five of them under the cut just to save space.)

First, let's talk about Ananya Kaur, one of my new Pride & Prejudice OCs!!

Ananya is three years younger than her older brother Rohan, and as much as she absolutely adores her brother, she hates nothing more than when he teases her about being younger and "respecting your elders".

She is married to Fitzwilliam Darcy, but not at all because either of them love each other. In fact, it's more of a lavender marriage situation, with her brother married to Elizabeth Bennet, because Rohan and Darcy are in love and so are Ananya and Lizzie, so the four of them agreed to the marriages so that everyone could be with the person they loved.

However, despite not being in love, Ananya and Darcy are very good friends. They spend a lot of time together when Lizzie and Rohan aren't around, either talking or just reading together in companionable silence. They are also very sunshine x sunshine protector - Ananya is a very sweet and caring person, and Darcy will always do his best to prevent her from being taken advantage of.

Ananya has a true green thumb, and had her own little garden out back when she and Rohan still lived with their parents. Now that she lives at Darcy's estate, she's in charge of all the gardens and their upkeep, and most often can be found kneeling in one of the flowerbeds with her hands deep in the dirt.

Despite not being very skilled when it comes to music itself - singing and playing the pianoforte and the like - Ananya is a remarkable dancer. Though that alone has never exactly earned her any proposals, many people at social gatherings tend to remark on how skilled she is at it.

Next, we have one of my Fast & Furious OCs, AJ Vargas!!

Now, unlike most of Dom's crew, AJ has very little skill actually driving - in fact, he failed his driver's test twice before he finally got his license. However, he is a master of repairing and supping up cars, making additions and changing things around within cars to make them faster, tougher, and more likely to kick ass.

Having grown up with the Shaw siblings, AJ started sleeping with Owen on and off when they were teenagers, and this relationship continued right up until AJ defected from Owen's criminal crew and offered to help Dom's team. It was a very unhealthy relationship, with Owen calling every single one of the shots and AJ allowing his cruelty to go on for far too long because he was blinded by love, and AJ can acknowledge that, but it was also the only semi-real relationship he ever had before he got together with Roman and sometimes, secretly, he still misses it.

However, even AJ's borderline betrayal of Owen and all the damages that came after has never actually stopped Queenie, the Shaw siblings' mother, from seeing AJ as her favorite child, whether he's biologically hers or not. Owen, Deckard, and Hattie have all complained about this before, but according to Queenie, AJ is the only one of them who's never been foolish enough to get arrested for his criminal activity, so why wouldn't he be her favorite?

AJ is fluent in five languages, including English and Spanish, and fairly regularly, when he wants to insult someone, will do it in one of the non-English languages, because typically the person won't speak the language he's using and either doesn't know what they've just been called or can't prove they've been insulted.

AJ is actually unlikely besties with Letty, since he was always kind to her when she was part of Owen's crew when she didn't have her memories and vouched for him when he first approached Dom's team as a result. They quite often have little silent hang-outs where they just sit next to each other and drink (wine for AJ, something stronger for Letty) and judge other people for a bit.

AJ is actually unlikely besties with Letty, since he was always kind to her when she was part of Owen's crew when she didn't have her memories and vouched for him when he first approached Dom's team as a result. They quite often have little silent hang-outs where they just sit next to each other and drink (wine for AJ, something stronger for Letty) and judge other people for a bit.

Now onto my other Fast & Furious OC, Florencia "Flo" Sánchez!

Flo, unlike AJ, is a more standard member of Dom's crew - she's an absolutely badass driver, first recruited onto the team during Brian and Dom's bid to infiltrate Braga's crew and find information about Letty, since Brian remembered her from Tej's racing ring.

She's also a bisexual queen, who loves to show her pride as much as possible. She has several bi flag and pride flag t-shirts, pretty much always has a bi flag pin on her jacket or some flag-colored jewelry if she's not wearing a shirt, and even has purple, pink, and blue dice hanging from the mirror of her car.

She's a Deckard Shaw love interest, despite the fact that she absolutely hates him when they first meet for nearly killing most of her found family and then strolling in to team up with them like they're the unreasonable ones for being angry at him. It takes a lot of anger and sniping back and forth (and even physical fights that occasionally include knives held to throats) before they're even ready to say they don't hate each other, let alone for them to get together, but they do get there.

Flo is also an MMA instructor in between adventures with the team, and she often puts those skills to good use in the more face-to-face confrontations involved in the family's fights. She's also tried to teach other members of the team to fight, but it hasn't always gone well (Ramsey, for example, refused to take any more lessons after a week, and Tej just refused to take any outright).

Surprisingly enough for all the things she's done in her life, Flo is actually a practicing Christian - she's not Catholic like she was raised, and she doesn't find herself in a church very often, but she prays very regularly and always wears her mother's old cross necklace, as well as keeping another small cross on a chain in the glove compartment of all her cars.

Now let's talk about Greta Dwarf, my new Descendants OC!!

Being the daughter of Grumpy, Greta may not have had a lot of friends until the VKs came to Auradon due to her prickly attitude, but she's also always had a loving family with her dad, uncles, and cousins. Greta is very much a family girl in her own unique, surly way, and would do anything for her family, and she knows they would all do the same for her.

Greta is a big fan of punk and rock music, for all there isn't a lot of those kind of bands in Auradon. It makes up about ninety percent of the music on all her playlists, she has posters of her favorite bands all around the bed in her dorm room, and tickets to an underground punk show is the best present you could possibly get her. Evie does convince her to expand her musical horizons eventually, but it takes time.

Although it isn't exactly uncommon for the kids of sidekicks in Auradon to only have one parent (and Greta certainly does consider her uncles and some of her older cousins to be parental figures), she often wonders who her mother is and what drew her father to her in the first place. She wouldn't ever try and find her or ask too many questions if her father didn't want her to, but the curiosity is still there, and there's always a chance she might indulge it one day.

For a very long time, Greta calls Audrey "Pinky" to annoy her, but after Greta starts opening up to people more and Audrey starts working to improve herself following the whole incident with her trying to take over Auradon, the nickname and all the little barbs they like to throw back and forth stop. They don't ever actually become friends, there's too many years of animosity between them for that, but they do eventually become comfortable with each other.

Greta's family has known she was a lesbian since she was eight, long before she even fully realized it, so she's never had an official coming out, at least not to her family. There was simply never a need for it, since they all already knew.

And finally, we have the OC who's not new so much as a bit neglected - my Brooklyn Nine-Nine baby, Nicky Bauer!

Nicky is basically a collector of fidget toys. His desk at the precinct is absolutely littered with toys of all kinds, fidget spinners and tangles and Rubix cubes alike. Miraculously, his desk is also very organized, despite the amount of stuff on it.

Despite his trauma associated with religion, since it's the reason his parents kicked him out after he came out, Nicky still goes to church most Sundays he's not working and prays fairly regularly. Faith was still a big part of his childhood, and not only does he sincerely believe in God, he doesn't quite want to let go of the comfort religion brings him.

Nicky's first kiss with a boy was in his senior year of high school, with an Italian exchange student that he had been working on a project with at the other boy's house. This was a month or so after Nicky had been kicked out and wasn't living with his parents anymore, and he nearly cried right after the kiss, because this was the first time he'd done something relating to his true self that he'd been able to do without worrying about his parents finding out and getting angry at him.

Nicky never exactly had an emo phase, so much as he went through a phase where he wore a lot of hoodies and jeans and usually had his hood up to hide his face when he could get away with it. It had more to do with his insecurities after his parents kicked him out than it did with any real emo inclinations, but after finding pictures from that era, Rosa still likes to tease him about it.

Speaking of Rosa! She and Nicky are absolute besties, as unexpected as that is/was. Rosa just finds Nicky's optimism and internal strength, not to mention his remarkable skill as a detective, really amazing, and because of that she basically just decided that this was her friend who she'd protect with her life. She likes Nicky so much that when he and Jake start dating, despite the fact that she's been friends with Jake for longer, Jake is the one who gets the shovel talk from her.

Anyways!! Thank you so much again for asking about my newer babies, and I really look forward to seeing what you make!!

(Also gonna tag @oneirataxia-girl since she wanted to know about my Pride & Prejudice babies, and @dancingsunflowers-ocs and @carmens-garden since I know they love Greta!!)

#asks about my ocs #oc: ananya kaur #oc: aj vargas #oc: florencia sánchez #oc: greta dwarf #oc: nicky bauer

[unearthlyfromage]

Une's Nonsensical Ramblings Episode 2 Part 2:

Reverse Falls; A continuation

In the previous installment, we covered the Stan's and their narrative (covering A Tale of Two Stan's which leads to the shows story).

Now that that's done, we can move onto the Star Twins as well as the Gleefuls and the Northwests

But first, an addendum that I forgot to cover; 

Fiddleford and his involvement. 

Given that the science project is never broken, Ford never meets Fidds. So, how does he become involved? Well, Ford uses Bill as an information gatherer during the construction of the portal. Given Fiddleford's proficiency with electronics, as well as his overall involvement with the Cipher Wheel, we cannot put it past Bill to recommend Fiddleford as a lead designer and construction manager. The portal incident still occurs, Fiddleford still sees what’s on the other side, still quits the project and tells Ford off for his insanity (perhaps the jumbling of his mind and memories is less caused by his own invention and more caused by Ford demanding Bill scramble his head for insubordination). 

With that covered, we’ll handle the meat and potatoes of the post! Dipper, Mabel, the Gleeful’s and the Northwest. 

Dipper;

Dipper has always been a headstrong, more independent introvert type character with an anxiety issue and a bit of a hero complex and a little, tiny bit of a shorter fuse. He’s also an overthinker by nature, and an avid follower of rules/checklists and not very willing to stray from the plan.

Taking the fact that the talisman amplifies your worse/negative qualities, as well as dampening things like empathy and expressing genuine compassions to people the wielder don’t inherently care about, we can infer that;

Dipper would be far more confident in himself, yet his anxieties would still exist, leading to him being even more quiet and reserved with one hell of a mean bone in him. Can’t crack the facade of confidence if he doesn’t let the crowd know how badly his voice cracks or how hard he’s sweating from nervousness, no - that shows weakness. He’d be more opportunistic, and likely to put others down to make himself feel better. His shorter fuse would be amplified, leading to him being a lot more easier to anger and pester into a blow up or nervous fit. He tends to analyze people, see what they’re most insecure about and use it to insult them when they’ve upset him. 

However, he is still a child, the effects of the talisman aren’t as deep seeded yet. He still cares for others, it’s just dampened, not at the forefront. He’s far more likely to put himself in top priority, the only time where this isn’t the case is in regards to his sister Mabel. He’d still drop anything for her, if he had too or she asked him too. His bond with Mabel is still strong, despite it al. Even if they pester and annoy each other at times, they still work together, they are still siblings (I hate the versions of this AU where Dipper and Mabel hate each other. Makes NO sense). Just like Ford, he wants a future full of recognition and capability, to be higher than others. But unlike Ford, he wouldn’t do unspeakable acts to make that happen. 

Mabel;

Mabel is confident and chaos embodied, just like in canon. She’s not as open as she once was, now more opting to stay silent and listen intently when it’s opportune for her, though is loud and energetic just like in canon. Yes, she did eavesdrop on your conversation, yes she will remember that weakness you mentioned, no she won’t tell you she heard, for blackmail of course. She’s far more antagonistic, eager to push people’s buttons and see what makes them tick, but she still has a bubbly air about her. She’s very into arts and crafts, still wears hand-knit sweaters and loves rainbows and sugar, she’s just got a bit of a mean-girl backbone now, less empathetic to the people and animals around her (she still cares, again, it’s just dampened). 

She is childish, and immature, just like in canon (Because they’re fucking kids [kids under evil influence are still kids] let them be kids goddmanit Reverse Falls fandom), But if you were to call her out on it she’d lash out, as it’s something she’s not particularly proud of. She envies Dipper in certain ways, but will never state it, for she knows he’d likely hold it over her head when in arguments. Despite this all, she still cares for him deeply, and knows that he would gladly give something up for her. Whether she knows it or not, she takes advantage of that quite often. Just like Stan, she wants luxuries, to never lift a finger and indulge in sweets and fun and parties for the rest of her life. But unlike Stan, she wants to do it (mostly) honestly. 

Both Of Them;

Dipper and Mabel’s talismans work differently, being the same ones Ford and Stan grew up with. Mabel’s is telepathic in nature, while Dipper’s is telekinetic. Mabel can control the astral plane, while Dipper can control the corporeal plane. 

If you remember, I had Stan’s be telekinetic and Ford’s be telepathic. Wouldn’t this be wrong, to have it on the wrong parallel? 

No. And here’s why;

While the main parallel between them is Ford - DIpper and Stan - Mabel, this isn’t true for everything. I had the talismans match their fighting styles, because the way one fights tells a lot about how they generally handle many situations/are most capable of doing. 

In regards to how they handle themselves in combat, it’s actually Ford - Mabel, and Stan - Dipper. Ford and Mabel prefer ranged weapons (I.E, Ford’s plasmatic pistol and Mabel’s grappling gun) while Stan and Dipper prefer melee weapons (I.E Stan’s brass knuckles and Dipper’s improvisation of fists and objects around him). 

How they see the Grunks;

Dipper still sees Ford as a role model, someone to look up too and take guidance from. Unlike canon, Ford doesn’t find it odd or pressuring. Instead he’s more than willing to coach Dipper, take on a teaching role and push the boy’s limits to achieve greatness. Dipper would do just about anything to impress Ford, though he does have limits, unlike some (*cough* Stan *cough*).

Mabel, however, sees him as the Fun Police and dislikes how Ford always shuts down her plots and plans. whenever the blue moon rises and she DOES have a chance to talk to him. She’s envious of the time he and Dipper spend together, and feels as if she’s being replaced, so she isn’t particularly nice towards Ford. She’s respectful, sure, but she wouldn’t knit the guy a sweater unless it were a matching set with Stan.

Dipper sees Stan as a custodian, a negligent one at that. Sure he can cook (if the servants don’t already do that, though some days he does) and he’s homely, a lot more than Ford is, but he knows Stan’s wholly about the money. Especially since the first thing he did was test their abilities to see how extravagant a show they could make for his tent. It’d be insulting to him, if it weren’t so rewarding with the way people cheered and revered him. He wouldn’t turn to the old sod for advice the same way he would Ford, but he has noted Stan is much more proficient with people than he or Ford, so he would ask in regards to crowds and coaching for shows. Beyond that? He’s a weird old man with a penchant for jewels and he doesn’t care for it much. 

There was one thing he did find interesting, though. Despite acting a fool, (Even Ford, when questioned, took no hesitation to say his brother is “Kind and loyal, yet ignorant. He is fine not knowing the things you or I seek, son. He is akin to a dog, a follower at heart. He does as I say. Not like us, my boy. We are something greater. We are leaders. We are rulers. Stanley and Mabel, they are Knights or Stewards. They’ll do just about anything.”) Dipper can tell he’s hiding something. He knew more than he seemed.

Mabel, however, adores Stan. Nothing is better than a jovial kleptomaniac of an old codger. Sure he’s odd, and a lot of the smiles he throws are fake, and he eyes Ford with a wary fear she can’t describe at times, but he’s fine. Stan lets her do what she wants, spend (certain amounts) of money how she wants, use whatever room in the manor for whatever she wants. The shows he throws are fun, and performing in them is a great joy. She can’t help but notice, though, just how much he worries when he isn’t busy being money conscious, or how natural it is for him to lead the two of them away when Ford is unhappy. What was he hiding? And why?

How they see Gideon and Pacifica;

Dipper sees them as weird kids that can’t stop trespassing. One claims their Great Uncles are terrible men, the other is so stuck up and pretentious he wouldn’t listen to her if he wanted too. Which he most definitely doesn’t. Yet another pair of wackjobs in this undoubtedly lead-poisoned town.

Mabel sees Gideon as an annoying little kid that won’t stop asking questions she doesn’t really care for. He hates her Great Uncles, and while she agrees about what he says in regards to Ford sometimes, the things he calls Stan is uncalled for and she has favoritism issues. Pacifica is an asshole and not worth her time. Why argue with someone like that when she could instead focus on the sweater she’s working on? If she truly does get upset, she could just tell Dipper. He’d handle it for her.

Gideon;

Coming from a humble upbringing, Gideon is a sweet kid with smarts and charm. Since he never found the talisman, he grows up as normal as they come in the rural Oregon town. Given how young Gideon is in canon (he’s 10) it’s safe to say he found the talisman at a young age and over-used it to become corrupt incredibly quickly (A mix of power-tripping and using it for financial gain so frequently). So chances are a lot of his personality is forged purely from that, hence why he has very little good qualities to speak of. (Which is really fucked up when you think about it.) Given this, I won’t go big into his personality since I don’t have much to go off of, so instead I’ll go more in-depth to his general place in the story/AU.

He’s a Gravity Falls native, born and raised, and all he knows is that his father has been having issues with the Pines men for quite some time now. He could barely tell them both apart, given the fact that one rarely ever left their huge house (for the longest time the town suspected the other was missing, or didn’t even exist to begin with) but he knew one well. And Stan had been trying to hard-push the family out of Gravity Falls for all of his life, offering money and other items. They were a powerful family, one of the most wealthy, and the townsfolk loved them. 

He knew something was off about them. The look in the old guys eyes whenever he’d show up at the door, or the soulless way the other one of them (the one nearly no one knew) always glared down at the town. It gave him the jeepers. Whatever it was they were hiding (if anything) must’ve been big. 

And he wanted to find out. If not to get them out of the town entirely, then to get them the hell away from the property. It was theirs, and that wasn’t going to change. Not if he had anything to say about it. 

So, he does what he can. Sneaking into shows, backstage if possible, he’s also been banned from the manor indefinitely since he’d broken in before, but that wasn’t stopping him any. At the very least, he’d stolen a book. 

Journal 3.

Pacifica;

Still wealthy, still snooty, still a Northwest. She doesn’t change much at all, because it doesn’t make sense for her to. Everybody else, Gideon included, has the most change because it regards the talisman and the influence it holds on the person.  

Instead, her role is similar to Gideons. But born out of an entirely different place. The Pines are a wealthy family, they compete with the Northwests quite often. Preston doesn’t like it. So he’s put it up to Pacifica to get as much dirt as possible about them to undermine their community power and eventually cause an uprising powerful enough to drive the old sods away. 

Nobody fucks with the Northwests, and if she wanted to prove her worth to her family name, she had to uphold that statement as best she could. Her teaming up with Gideon was a matter of happenstance. Originally she was going to steal the book from him and leave him in the dirt, but Gideon had a lot of intel she didn’t. 

How she sees the Pines;

Stan - A threat, a disgusting old man that smells like roses and kerosine and lies. His smile was as fake as his handshake and his sense of humor was as stale as fresh peasant food. If it were up to her? Just wait for them to die of age. But her father wanted them gone, and he wanted them gone quickly. 

Ford - A wildcard. She knew nothing about him, rarely ever saw him, and he creeped the whole town out. There were many speculations, but none of them were what she was looking for. So, she ignores his existence entirely. Not important, or what she needed to know. And if she didn’t need to know, she didn’t want to know. 

Dipper - An asshole that isn’t important to her goal. Gross birthmark and sweat stains. 

Mabel - An asshole that isn’t important to her goal. Ratty split ends and gross braced smile.

She doesn’t like any of them, she could care less about them. All she wanted in regards to them, was to see them leave. That’s it. If she has to team up with the poor car salesman’s son to do that? So be it. 

General notes;

Most people have this AU focus on Gideon and Pacifica. While I do the love the idea, there’s also another take that I personally find interesting; A subversion of the classic tale, told from the child antagonists that don’t know their family is the villains of the story, and that they are the ones in the wrong, until the big twist at the end that’s been foreshadowed throughout the series. A “Not What He Seems” situation, but if Stan/Ford actually WAS a criminal vagrant, so to say. 

One thing that’s rife in Gravity Falls as a whole, is the theme of Family. And I tried to keep that as a forefront just like in the original show because it’s so important. 

Obviously the Pines are family (and more in-depthly, siblings) revolved. Just like in the show, both the Stan Twins and the Star Twins are parallels that have dynamics as complicated as anything and telling as ever. And even though they’re all corrupted by mystical influence, family still matters (to some more than others *cough* Ford *cough*). 

For Gideon and Pacifica, they’re family oriented in their own ways. They have the same goal, but for different reasons. Gideon’s is born from a place of love and the will to fix a bad situation, whereas Pacifica is fueled by the demands of her parents and her need to impress them, show worth. 

Reverse Falls, boiled to its core, is the reversal of the protagonist and antagonist roles, in regards to character rivals.

Stan’s rival is Bud. Ford’s is Bill. Dipper’s is Gideon, and Mabel’s is Pacifica. 

However, unlike most depictions of this AU, changing them as drastically as they have just isn’t right to me anyways. Sure the Pines are WAY different from canon here, but it makes sense. Having Gideon and Pacifica be cousins to some degree or whatever the hell? Doesn’t make sense. 

Having Pacifica stay stuck up and, most importantly, a Northwest, and Gideon stay a 10 year old boy with motivations and a certain degree of naivety, opens the gates to character development that grows throughout the series. A sense of found siblings as well, that grows with each episode. They have ulterior motives, ones that span the background of the show, but they’re also still kids. Let them be kids. Please, I beg of you. 

Same goes for Dipper and Mabel. Perhaps they have more negative character development, as time goes on, being coached by the elder twins to be that way. Dipper becomes more independent, and Mabel becomes more unruly. Ford is a lot more uncaring. As if he’s above mortal squabble, which in a way, he is. He’s hiding a lot. 

Something I’ve placed here and there throughout, is how worried Stan is. Because honestly? He is worried. He loves Ford with all his heart and would do everything for him. But he never thought he’d ask for what he did. And Stan never thought he’d be able to deliver.

(Keeping some of this cryptic in case I make a fic about this revision of the Reverse Falls AU)

If there’s more you want to know regarding this, feel free to reblog with a question, or pop into my asks! I’m more than willing to answer. 

#gravity falls #reverse falls au #dipper pines #mabel pines #nonsensical ramblings #cheesechatters #once more my brain is a weird place #gideon gleeful #pacifica northwest #fiddleford mcgucket #this is SO long im so so sorry #long post #seriously long post #revised reverse falls au

[soakedinbloodandmagic]

MEET SKY MOORLAND

NAME: Sky Amara Moorland.

AGE: Thirty-five years old (born March 6th, 1988).

ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces (which Dante loves to laugh about, because they are Not Like The Stereotype).

ORIENTATION: Pansexual.

PRONOUNS: They/them (identifies as non-binary).

SPECIES: Cambion (demon father, human mother).

LOCATION: Nightshade Hollow, Virginia (although they haven't always lived there, but moved there as a child because of Things That Happened).

OCCUPATION: Paralegal for Nightshade Hollow's resident public defender (also known as their best friend in the world).

FACECLAIM: Indya Moore.

ABOUT: Born just a little over a year after their brother Charlie, Sky came into the world as a mistake their mother wished she could get rid of - mainly because they were conceived as a result of a night between their mother and the same demon who had contributed to the creation of their brother. Despite Angelica Moorland's repeated swearing that she would never lie with that demon again, after learning who and what he truly was and realizing that her first child might be the same, the demon had still come to her again, and she had been no more able to resist his charms than she had been the first time, thus resulting in another child of his being brought into the world.

And it was this same quality of Angelica's, this addictive personality and poor skill at resisting temptation, that continued to cause problems for her and her children, even after their demon father had disappeared again and refused to answer her half-hearted attempts to summon him. Many of Sky's earliest memories consisted of their mother sitting around the kitchen table with a new group of men every night, drinking or smoking, and yelling at Sky or Charlie to go back to their tiny bedroom whenever she noticed them trying to sneak into the kitchen for some food. She never laid a hand on either of her children to hurt them, but the serious neglect, the screaming whenever they did something she didn't approve of, and how much she left Charlie to take care of his younger sibling on his own had just as much of a negative effect.

It was likely because of all this trouble at home that Sky started to become what most schools would consider "a troubled child". They started picking fights with other students, insulted their teachers more often than they spoke civilly to them, and even got suspended twice for stealing a girl's homework and trying to copy it. Of course, their mother was none too happy about this, no amount of screaming or sending Sky to their room, or even Charlie trying to get them to promise him to stay out of trouble, was enough to get Sky back on the right track; they were in a perpetual state of fear and rage due to their mother, and it felt like the only way to get it out was to let it out on other people.

Despite all of this, no one in the Moorland house could have predicted what would happen one day when Sky was thirteen. While in a verbal sparring match with a boy in their class, Sky had quite literally seen red for a second... and their vision had cleared to see the boy slumped on the floor on the other side of the hallway, having been thrown into the lockers by some invisible force. While there was no one there but Sky and the boy, since the fight had happened between classes, the boy had still started spreading stories about Sky Moorland having some kind of freaky magic powers, and though there were plenty who dismissed it as just a thirteen-year-old boy refusing to acknowledge that (someone they thought was) a girl was stronger than him, the fact was that in a tiny town in the backwoods of Virginia, rumors like that were more likely to be believed than not.

Given the scandal about their family beginning to sweep the town and all the citizens who were turning against them because of it, Angelica decided that it was finally time to inform her children of the secret of who their father was. Although Sky's initial reaction was that their mother had to be crazy, they also realized that there was very little explanation for what they had done to that boy - and Charlie's subsequent confession that he had actually sprouted some demon characteristics before was all it took to cement the reality that their father was, in fact, quite literally from Hell, and that, since he had also not been around since Sky was born, there would be no way to teach Sky and Charlie how to control their demonic abilities. And it was because of that, Angelica declared, that they needed to leave Avalon, the tiny town where they'd moved when Sky was a few months old, so that there were no more incidents concerning her children's powers and the rumors about their family did not continue to grow until they were forced out of town entirely.

And that was how the Moorlands ended up in Nightshade Hollow, a town that was only slightly bigger than the one they'd come from, arriving just a few months shy of Charlie's fifteenth birthday. Angelica confined Charlie and Sky to their new house once they arrived, declaring that they would not be allowed outside until they had mastered whatever demonic abilities that popped up within them. It took many weeks of trial and error, but eventually the two siblings had practiced enough that they both had near-perfect control over the explosive telekinesis and mild mental manipulation that apparently came with their heritage, and could even make the transformations into their half-demon forms, and the incredibly heightened senses that came with them, come and go as they willed. Angelica finally let them go to school after that, and for a while, things were as normal as they ever got with the Moorland family, with Sky continuing to get into trouble, Charlie trying his best to take care of them, and Angelica drinking every night and screaming at her children roughly as often... until Sky finally came out to their mother as non-binary one night when they were seventeen, resulting in a screaming match that finally got Sky kicked out of the house.

That, however, turned out to not be the worst thing that had happened to Sky. Charlie, already eighteen and living on his own, took his younger sibling in, getting them a job as a at the local sheriff's station, where he also worked while he trained to be a deputy, once they had finished high school. Eventually, Angelica moved away once again, realizing her children were more than done with her, and Sky and Charlie found themselves able to live much happier lives than before: Charlie eventually became Nightshade Hollow's chief deputy, Sky was able to move into their own place, and Sky also became a paralegal to their friends Dante and Addy's older sister Layla when she wound up moving back to the Hollow, and eventually the two of them became the absolute best of friends.

Sky considers themself - and they hope their brother is, too - in a good place now, much better than when they were starting out in life. The Hawthornes, their cousin Olly, and Addy's familiar-slash-adopted-little-sibling Greer are fully aware of the Moorland siblings' secret, Sky and Charlie are fully aware of theirs, and despite the mystery of their father that still looms over their life, Sky couldn't be happier to be where they are right now. Until, that is, powerful outside forces attempt to invade Nightshade Hollow, threatening everything good in Sky's life, and they find they'll have to fight harder than ever to make keep their home and their family safe... even if it means finally coming face to face with the so-called "man" who abandoned them and Charlie.

Everybody say hello to my little violent cambion baby Sky!! They are just a little bit feral and we love that for them <3. I really hope you guys enjoy this little introduction to them, as well as all the writing for them that I have to come!

Tagging the slasher OC fam: @raraeavesmoriendi, @jmathesonandsiblings, @baubeautyandthegeek, @publiclypining, @bubbles-the-banshee.

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