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throwingmetothelions · 8 months

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It’s so important that you read this disclaimer/TWs. I am a southern woman and I will be until I die. When I was a CW major for a decade almost all I wrote were southern gothic pieces, and this does not read like any fic I’ve posted here. This is very much Auntie V’s old writing style. I am taking you to my roots. The other main character in this piece is black. This is your one reminder that I am a black woman. Don’t start no shit - won’t be no shit in terms of my descriptions. Second - I really kinda put a spotlight on Noah at his lowest as far as my writing goes in the beginning. There are a few potentially triggering mental health allusions; some regarding hygiene, and I just wanted to make sure you understand that you aren’t alone. TW: Religious talk, mental health decline, one singular mention of a baby dying with no details, blood mentioned right after that. Oral sex f receiving, D/S dynamic if you squint. I would actually go as far as to say there's a smatter of angst up in this bitch. Supernatural shit. Noah kinda spirals toward the end and slips into madness. Absolute smut because it's me and I have never written anything else here. Let’s get spooky. WC: 6k (I chopped it a lil bit so that’s why it’s all one)

NoahxOC? Is she really my OC? You be the judge.

It’s been exactly three hours and forty-one minutes since Noah decided that if that one dude in Pirates of The Caribbean could become one with the ship, he could become one with his mattress. No coral or sea stars to adorn him for the rest of his ever, just sweat and a little bit of deodorant, but nothing pretty. Thinks maybe he’ll turn to dust or something easily sweepable. No words and barely breathing. Continues inhaling the smell of incense he didn't light, and swallowing down saliva and self pity. Continues laying. Wallowing. Hits the play button on his memory bank and lets the hate scroll behind his purpling eyelids.

“It’s all autotune”.

“He was so shaky at the Cleveland show dude idk”.

“They started all that mysterious bullshit with the masks and the no socials and his vocals went to shit immediately. Fuckin’ wild”.

“Noah needs to let Jolly just …”

A well aimed throw from Nicholas ends with a pen hitting Noah in the middle of his back. “Snap the fuck out of it dawg. Since when have you listened to what people say about your singing? It ain’t true and you know damn well I’d tell you if it was,” Nick sighed as he leaned his acoustic against the desk. There isn’t much to say here. Nicholas has been there, albeit never there in the physical sense of not bathing for over a week and ignoring his best friend’s phone calls until the aforementioned friend threatened him with a welfare check from either him, or the cops.

People often forget that “blood is thicker than water” is a bastardized phrase. “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” but it is not thicker than the knots that Nick spent an hour combing from Noah’s matted locks after he threw him in the shower and helped him scrub yesterday. Do not speak to Nicholas Ryan about that fucking covenant. He wrote the anthology and dedicated it to Noah long ago.

“Remember the story your grandma used to tell us when we were younger? Robert Johnson? Maybe you can just sell your soul to a demon and bam. Never miss a note again in your life,” he pokes the last vowel into Noah’s kneecap as he tries to lift the soggy and molded blanket of depression off of that moment. Off of his best bud. “I’m telling you bro, it’s - it’s real. I feel like it really happened,” Nicholas cuts his eyes to Noah for a split second before continuing to thumb the strings of his guitar.

“You also felt like you had Covid that one time, but it was just the jalapenos on that sandwich fucking with your tastebuds so …" Noah dismisses Nick’s 2 AM Red Bull fueled theories and rolls over on the bed to face him. “Besides. If that shit was true I would have done it ages ago,” he chuckles a little bit, and the clearing in his throat reminds him that he hasn’t done that in awhile.

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I ain't goin’ to state no color

“The lynch mobs ran his family outta town when he was a boy. Been a travellin’ man against his will his whole life. Learned to play in a dark graveyard, though the dead can hear like us”.

But her front teeth is crowned in gold

“Went by many names, Robert did. Women and whiskey stole his soul long before he sold it to the devil at them crossroads. Only a beast would howl the blues like that”.

She got a mortgage on my body

“His wife and baby died bloody and hollerin’. They wouldn’t let him see the child that lived for that. Your loved ones are never spared from your debts, child”.

And a lien on my soul

“He was poisoned like a field mouse in a corner basement. Ulcers in his throat where the demons took their chords back one by one. May death be kinder now.”

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Noah shudders at the mental reel of his grandmother spinning that story from her recliner like a textile through her vein-blued fingers. He doesn’t hold on to many memories of her, and knowing that Nicholas is holding them for him settles in his gut like concrete blocks on the ocean floor. May death be kinder now.

“I think it works anywhere too. Johnson held up a guitar at the crossroad and the devil just popped up. I believe in you,” Nicholas whispered the last sentence while catching Noah’s knuckles with the flat of his palm. “I’m going to bed dude. Taking the couch because if you kick that one spot on my shin again I won’t be responsible for my actions,” he bites through a yawn as he drags himself over to the couch by the door. The unspoken knowledge that he would just be there until Noah was Noah again laid itself over the pair along with the dark as the LEDs timer faded out.

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The alarm on his phone vibrated under Noah’s pillow an hour later.

Gently kicking the blanket off of his body, he turned it off and put the flashlight on the lowest possible brightness. Through the white haze he could make out Nick’s chest as it swelled and fell with quiet breaths. No snores to give away his slumber, but his cracked mouth and the arm hanging down to the carpet told Noah that he was knocked, so his plan was still greenlit.

Listen. If anyone asked Noah - yeah, it was a weird fucking time to be taking a walk, but his mental health was in the fucking gutter and he’d happily have his band mates vouch for that if he got into trouble. A 3:30 AM walk was better than no walk at all. Fresh air was better than the stale and dust-littered cloud that hung in his bedroom that he’d been choking on for god knows how long. Stretching his arms into his faded navy hoodie (no shirt because they were all in desperate need of some laundry detergent and some scrubbing) and stepping into some gray joggers, Noah gently padded across the floor and thanked some God that the door was cracked already. He patted his pockets: phone, knife, lighter, cigs, keys. He popped his feet into some slides, opened the front door, and Noah Sebastian took off into a humid Appalachian night.

The stars looked something like crumbs swept from a placemat in their scattering.

Fireflies peeked through bushes like sun does clouds, and they swirled the same.

Noah thinks thoughts that adults would. This new asphalt they paved looks great. Glad the holes are gone. Anything to keep his brain moving. Not stuck. It’s kinda hot for this time of year. I guess August is still considered summer, though.

See, the rollercoaster of fame was something Noah had been standing in line for since he was 13. He’d been growing and stretching and waiting his turn, but he hadn’t anticipated the steep incline to success. All the eyes were on him all the time, and the urge to spread them around and give them to his bandmates had never been stronger. He thought he wanted this, but the critics came on strong and took the form of delusional children on the internet wavelengths from reality. He felt like shit because, at this point, his arch nemesis was probably a twelve year old that had never seen a concert and he was the grown man assclown that let it get to him.

Noah had been bracing himself for the inevitable drop that must come, but the only thing he knew for certain was that he absolutely couldn’t handle it. If it all came speeding down and stopped with screeching brakes and smokey sparks, he wouldn’t be the one in control and going off the rails with it all seemed like his only out.

Shaking his head from the fog, he noticed that the jagged white line of paint on the side of the road seemed to fade out. He pins it on a bit of “lazy painters” and a lot of “not my fuckin problem”.

Keep walking.

His complaint about the heat must have been heard by some alien brainworm because he’s suddenly quite grateful for the hoodie and the breeze that rummages through the leaves like a searching hand in a kitchen drawer. Feels good.

Keep walking.

The cicadas had stopped screeching. The noise, akin to a violin being played after all of its strings have broken, was gone. Maybe all things must sleep. Maybe they got picked up by an owl. May death be kinder now. Head down. Hood up.

Keep walking.

Head up. Hood down.

There is no dot of red inside a white paint can, there is no water droplet in an inferno, and Noah is certain that there is no fucking desert in the middle of Richmond, Virginia.

And yet.

He finds himself staring out at nothing. There is sand, and clay, something red and dusty and on the horizon there is nothing. Noah whips his head backward and sees the same scene behind him. The road was narrow now, and there was another narrow road of black going straight through it a few feet in front of him. No street signs. Nothing. He rubbed his eyes with his palms as one would if they were waking up from a bad dream, but when his lids opened again he found that nothing changed. Same dirty slides, same clothes, same desert of nothing. Noah walked forward. His steps felt real, and his stomach immediately started to ache. He remembered the story. Remembered the absolute conviction and strength in his grandmother’s voice and teeth when she told him that the crossroads come to you when you need them the most.

She pointed her finger at him in a way that Southern women do when she told him that praying and practicing, Jesus and magic, and your footpath and your heart’s blood compass could all align somewhere in this world. “All the trees aint your friends, and they keep their secrets in the Spanish moss”.

Noah grew up on gravel, backwoods revivals, and a fear of God that was overcome through alcohol fueled tears and some screams ripped from his chest by the man himself. Maybe God took a rib as payment, and maybe he yelled like Adam. He didn’t have long to think, because the tornado of realization and helplessness took him down to his knees. The blacktop dug into his skin as he threw his head back. Noah didn’t know what he was feeling, but he had accepted some sort of … fate? Was it fate? Did he deserve whatever was about to happen, and what did he do? Why did it seem like this road was lit up by stadium lights that he couldn't see? Questions on questions, so he closes his eyes once more, places his palms on the tops of his thighs, leans his head back so the ends of his hair brush his heels, and he parts his lips.Tries to breathe. He did not repent in his last moments, but there were pictures floating of Jolly, Nicholas, Nick, and there were late nights and popsicles and beer cans and being young and dying young and that’s all very okay. Noah’s life was okay. May death be kinder now.

All of a sudden, Noah felt two slender fingers slip past his lips, glide over his tongue, and purposefully gag the shit out of him. He felt cold rings catch behind his front teeth as the owner tried to wrench the fingers back from the wet of his mouth. His eyes flew open with immediate tears as he sputtered and coughed - the fit his reflexes threw landed him on his ass with one arm bracing himself. He hums and spits and jerks his head back and forth. His nose burns now.

“What the fuck,” he yells as he glares up. Noah catches a glimpse of the veins in his hand as they pop and flare under his tense skin.

“That’s a naughty word, boy,” the figure blew smoke from its mouth with every word effectively stopping Noah from seeing it clearly. It threw the cigarette to the side and cocked its head. “Try ya words again,” it spoke slowly.

With the smoke haze gone, Noah got a better look at what he was sharing this space with. If he wasn’t already on the ground he might have been sent there again. His eyes started from the ground up, and they turned around and went down from her head again so no detail would be missed.

She was at least six feet tall. She stood barefoot, toes painted honeycomb yellow and some symbols tattooed on the tops of her feet. Gold anklets, bangles, and various types of black cord wrapped each ankle. Her legs were long and brown like cattails, and they spoke to unearthly strength as she stood flat footed.

Noah couldn’t stop himself from memorizing the way the stretch marks on her exposed hips moved like sawgrass on a marsh plain when she shifted her weight. She wore a tattered skirt made of dull black leather and some other sort of hide. Her stomach pudged over the sides of her skirt, and he saw the same symbols her feet carried spread across it. Her chest was hidden by a bandeau made of the same black leathery material, but Noah caught the curve and fall of her tits and committed them to memory immediately. Her skin was the color of cassava and it held a sparkle. It could have been a sheen of sweat or something ethereal. Her arms ended in hands that held scars, a black hobo bag, and the same tattoos. Her fingertips were ink black, and her fingernails were short, and the same goldish yellow as her toes. Golden rings covered in ash and gems clung tightly to her digits, and her hair was piled high on her head; a beehive weaved of black locs adorned with glittering beads and small animal bones that hung and fell with the breeze surrounding them. Noah still swears he saw a Carolina wolf spider crawl around one. Her face. Her face was composed of freckled cheeks, sharp eyes the color of pitch, and that same mysterious tattooed symbol on the bridge of her nose. The plumped two-toned lips she had curled into a smile and revealed the gold capped fangs on her canines. A forked tongue shot out and licked over one, and he couldn’t help but assume it was some sort of warning.

“Try ya words. Again,” she spoke.

“This shit can’t be real,” Noah mumbled as he leaned his forehead on the palm of his hand. “Who are you and what the fuck is going on?”

She chuckled and shook her head at him, her necklaces rattled as she explained, “I am … well, the humans call me a few names. I know who you are though, Noah,” she sneered again as his pupils blew open.

At this point, he was ready to swing on whatever the fuck this thing was. She was a deadly brand of unconventional gorgeous that brought the fog right back to his brainspace, but he’d convinced himself that it wasn’t considered hitting a girl if that girl was some ancient all knowing being.

“They call me ‘The Tempter,’ ‘The Accuser,’ ‘Belial,’ ‘Satan,’ among others. I’ve never been one for formalities, love. Call me Luci. I am the one that they presumably told you to fear,” she said as she knelt down to Noah’s eye level. “... boo,” her fingers wiggled around her face as small flames erupted from the tips.

“You’re - you’re the …” he stuttered as if he’d been backhanded.

“The …” her eyebrows raised with the octave of her voice.

“The fucking devil? I’m gonna pass the fuck out. This isn’t … you’re not real. You’re not real. This isn’t fucking real,” Noah rose to his feet from shaking knees. Every childhood Sunday was spent under a weather-beaten willow tree memorizing historic ways to shame the devil. To shame her. There was no pulling him out of this dream state, though he wished to hell and back that Nicholas would. He was sure his body should be flailing if it was still on the bed at all. Surely Nick could hear the curdling screams he was trying to emit.

Luci brought a hand to Noah’s now tear streaked face, black smoke rising around them in billows. “Nicholas is - he is not going to make this decision for you. There’s nothing to be saved from because you’re not dreaming. I think you know why I’m here Noah. I know what it feels like to fall from grace, and I can pull you back from that ledge. You have somethin’ that I need, and it’s just a snap of the fingers,” she delivered a gleaming half smile and a raised eyebrow.

Was his soul that valuable? And why did the preachers leave out that the devil watches people like some sort of demonic pervert? Was she just a demonic pervert?

“I resent that,” she frowns over at him. “Trying to stop me from reading your thoughts is kinda dumb. Blueberry muffins, Pepsi, fuzzy blankets … grass flip flops?”

Noah decided that if he talked words with his mouth that his brain wouldn’t think too hard. Maybe. He’d accepted death twice that night already, and his music was his reason for breathing. Figured if his music career advanced, if he won, and he took the boys with him that … well, that all of his important things would be safe. No one could harm them. Call it selfish and narcissistic, but he felt that there was quite literally nothing on this mortal coil that he would be afraid to lose aside from them. As painful as it hit him, this wasn’t the first time he’d thought about this so there was no split second decision here. “So … what do I have to do to keep from falling? Like … to keep the fame?”

Luci wasn’t taken aback at how expeditious he was with his decision. She’d been tasting the drive and hunger that he held in his chest for years through the atmospheric ether, and she craved it. He was so much more powerful than he would ever know, and she cursed his maker for the insecurities he plagued him with. They were insecurities that Noah thought she’d caused for a long time, and it couldn’t have been further from the truth. She was never the harbinger of the dark that nestled in his ligaments. “It’s not the way you think. It’s a bit more … personal and up close,” she mused as they looked each other dead in the eye - crow’s feather black to cracked chestnut brown. Luci reached a hand out and placed it on Noah’s flushed cheek. “Now,” she licked his pulse point, “I will give, and you will do the taking. I will speak, and you listen,” her voice flows out with another puff of smoke, and the smell of burning pine straw floats between them.

Noah mentally thumbs through the brain file labeled “Dumb As Fuck Things That Nick Folio Said While High,” and his mind pulls the page titled “Fear Boners,” to reference his current state. The devil was always shown as hot, but the realization that she was a leather-wearing tribal goddess that could kill him with a singular blink was a lot. May death be kinder now. This information was apparently well received by his conscience, and his cock.

Noah swears he feels her jagged fingernails carve a home in the nape of his neck, but her hands remain on her curved hips. He can make out whips and whirls of some sort of mist floating around her fingers. He feels his sweat dampened lips part open as the pressure around his throat increases and her stance stays the same. Unwavering and violently sure of herself, Luci relaxes the hold and speaks.

“Take it off,” she doesn’t ask. The devil doesn’t ask when she can smell how desperate someone is for her unholy helping hands.

He makes quick work of throwing his hoodie to the eastern wind, and he had a hand in the band of his sweatpants before it stopped him. It - that misty glitter magic she was using … “The Force,” or whatever the shit from Star Wars was. Is she where they got the idea for - regardless. Luci’s magic brought his hand to a halt.

She lifted her foot up and tapped the asphalt they stood on, her bangles gently clattering. The hard surface of black grit became a softer patch of Kentucky bluegrass; green, lush, and dew sprinkled. Luci walked behind Noah and let her hands wander down his torso. She stopped to pluck at his already hardened nipple, and the goosebumps Noah had been pricked with seemed to multiply.

Her fingertips danced over the happy trail Noah was suddenly made well aware that he had. The feeling of her magic and the warm southern breeze twirling through the light hairs there told Noah that she might break him, and that he would beg for nothing less. “That’s a good portrait of Grim,” Luci quips as she moves to kneel at Noah’s feet, “we go way back,” her golden fangs scrape the tattoo that spreads across Noah’s torso.

“Fuck yes,” he groans as his hips buck up at nothing.

Luci drags his pants down his legs slowly, just enough to let the band catch on the head of his dick before letting his cock spring up to smack against his stomach. She wanted to hear that hiss she knew Noah kept under his tongue. “Tell ya what,” her forked tongue darted out to catch the small pearl of precum that had gathered at Noah’s untouched tip, “I’m gonna have my fun, and you’re gonna let me know why you deserve to be up at the tippity-top where the angels play, hmm?”

She rose to her feet and met Noah’s eyes again. One finger underneath his chin, the smell of the pine straw again, and the gathering mist were enough to bring his mouth forward and onto hers. He moaned so deeply it would have been some type of embarrassing if he was anywhere else, but the feeling of sucking in her plump bottom lip and licking over her teasing tongue with his own was sending Noah to a different plane of feel-good.

Luci pulled away before she snapped her fingers and brought about a chair from some other universe. Nothing remarkable about it, Noah thinks, just plain brown wood. It looked like the broken seats that he’d seen off to the side of his grandma’s kitchen. No use sitting on it - those seats were for old newspapers and grocery bags and not the devil, but what the hell did he know? “Ya mouth may not always sing perfect, but you can come show me what else it can do,” she crooked a finger at him and pulled him over and to his knees in front of her. She sat in the chair and with a dismissive wave of her hand, her skirt caught the wind. Luci leaned back and spread her thighs open.

Noah knelt in a way that said that no object forged by man would keep his body down, and levitating up to her spread before him would be the only honorable end to this. May death be kinder now. He took in the glistening lips, the way the brown gave way to the pink of her core, and the way that his tongue felt magnetized to that spot. “Looks like honey,” he mumbled as wrapped an arm under each thigh and pulled Luci to the edge of her seat. Noah brought his mouth about two inches away from her cunt. He took in the dark patch of curls above her slit, the way that they faded where her puffy lips started, and the way that he knew he’d have to work to get to the heart of her.

Luci reached a hand down and used her middle and index fingers to spread herself further. Gathering a string of slick, she dangled it above Noah’s now open mouth and like a traveler finding water in the Atacama he took it down with a groan. Tasted like honey and something dark. “Come talk to her. Tell her why you deserve it all,” Luci threads her hand through Noah’s hair and beckons him forward with a tug.

The tip of Noah’s tongue applies so little pressure that you wouldn’t have known he made contact with her folds if she hadn’t arched her back off the chair. “I uhm. I think I deserve it because,” he pauses to give her clit a kiss, savoring the way that her bud fit perfectly between his pursed lips, “because I know I've given this all that I have to give. I’ve already given it my heart and soul,” he licks around it in a wide circle before stopping his sentence with one more peck.

“Keep going,” Luci mumbles as she lets her head roll back. Her locs fell around her as she let him worship her pussy. Feminine power brought the best of these mortal men to their knees, and she was not new to this. What she wasn’t prepared for was the stark smell of his yearning. This one didn’t just want to trade his soul for fame like the rest. A few touches below the belt and they were too bound by greed to be of any use at all. Luci couldn’t smell the green of that greed at all. Not just brimstone and hot guilt … he was all jasmine and cold water, moonbeams and sawgrass. Noah smelled like all he wanted to do was stay down on his knees with his lips on her lips, and it made her veins swell. She was losing her grip on her own magic, and bowing to the mercy of his.

“And I think that the world needs to hear my voice,” Noah sucked one of her lips into his mouth and softly pulled while she pushed his face further into her pussy. His hands gathered as much of her ample thighs as they could, and his fingertips pressed into the muscles until small circles formed. Anything to ground himself and keep him from floating up to the wispy clouds where his head already was. “And I think that I’m multi-talented. I write and produce my own shit ya know,” he brings her throbbing clit back between his lips, starts a slow suckling pace, and moans from the back of his throat. Noah’s eyes close, and the only thing that changes his rhythm is Luci’s bucking.

She brings her feet up from the grass to the rungs on the bottom of the chair and uses the leverage to lift her ass off the seat a bit. “Yes. Lick that fucking pussy,” she grits from behind clenched teeth as she brings both hands to his head and grinds her hips into his busy mouth. She was gone. The feeling of Noah working over her pussy with an expertise only found before in the mouths of gods was all but too much. “You're gonna make me cum on that tongue. Please make me cum on your tongue,” Luci feels the muscles in her upper back flex as she continues the filthy pace she’s set against his face.

Noah can feel her wetness spreading across his cheeks and down his chin as she does so. He knows he could drown in it, and he left the graceful art of giving two fucks back at home. This entire time he’s been ignoring the ache in his dick - scared that, at this point, he might be so hard that it would literally hurt to touch. In another universe, if this was some sort of sleep paralysis episode, he knew he’d wake up covered in his own dried cum. Wondered if he’d wake Nick up with the moans because he was probably humping the mattress, or fucking against the blanket.

Noah didn’t have to beg for her orgasm with his words. The burn in his bent knees, the panting breath he hadn’t been able to catch since her juices hit his lips, and the act of accepting of a distinguished death by drowning screamed at her - yelled with all their might to flood plains in the way that monsoons do.

Luci braced herself with one hand on the back of his head, and one hand gripping the side of the chair with such force the wood splintered. She came with a hard roll of her hips and a cry that could have stretched from one asteroid to another - wide and ringing. She thinks, for sure, that she obtained some humanity through it all. She offered Noah communion in a new way, and let him thank her for the gifts in a sense. Blood and body. May death be kinder now.

Noah never let her thighs go, but he traded his grounding grip for patterns rubbed in softly by satisfied hands. “I’m not saying I thought about it before, but the movies ain’t got shit on this”, Noah licked the inner crease of her thigh with a restless tongue and delighted in the jolt. He watched her regain her breath and thought about how, no matter the outcome, the power trip he’d just taken wouldn’t be matched. He, Noah Sebastian Davis, had made the devil herself fall apart underneath him. He was a force of nature that wasn’t to be questioned. He was the fucking king.

He remained knelt at this altar.

Devotion be damned, this one was holy to him.

That old song tangled through his bones like the veins on an arrowplant leaf. Noah could hear it thrum internally as it traveled around his chest cavity and flew behind his eyes.

I ain't goin’ to state no color

But her front teeth is crowned in gold

She got a mortgage on my body

And a lien on my soul

Thank you! We may see a part 2 if enough of you ask for it? But that definitely wouldn’t star Noah *cough*.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #auntievwroteit #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfic

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im-probably-crying-rn-ngl · 3 months

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my wips

i wanted to organise and share my wips and i am actually sorry to whomever has ever tagged me in a tag game, i actually just don't know how to do them✨ if anyone is curious about any of these please do drop me an ask because i do love the sound of my own voice/sight of my own words and will provide detail 😌

okay so we have britcedes (rip to them ig) to start off, rn trying to figure out how the actual fuck i will write lewis' move to ferrari into them:

End Game: okay so a/b/o au where lewis is coparenting his son with his ex (teammate and boyfriend, buy 1 get 1 free) nico rosberg. lewis might have a lot on his plate but he finds himself attracted to his new teammate (he has a bit of a type) and against his better judgement they start up a "thing". what lewis doesn't realise george is absolutely head over heels in love with him and has been for YEARS. but george tries to play it cool, he fails, shit happens, gax happens (yes okay i don't want to fumble with this, max is incredibly complex in this but i still love him in it) but yes they get their end game of course.

Chasing Silver: set in canon universe, starting from the 2021 season. honestly like yeah that's it. i think this fic is just an excuse to ramble about their racing and ever shifting dynamics.

My Girl: OH THIS FIC. its absolutely one of my favourites if not the favourite. so lesbian britcedes, lady louise hamilton is the first black and female driver to make it to f1 and she is the champion of the sport. its 2022, she has won 7 wdcs and is looking for one more but it is just not clicking, neither is her personal life really. love left her a long time ago, walked away on 6 inch red stilettos. but enter george russell (yes her name is george and no it is NOT short for georgia and yes she will correct you on that every single time) louise's new teammate alex albon's race engineer. all george ever wanted was everything and being louise's girl might just give it to her or maybe it will be what takes it it all?

then there is gax my beloveds, i adore writing them, gax nation will always have my loyalty, i really want them to give me more this season:

Lovely: this is a/b/o, childhood sweethearts, non-driver george, son of toto wolff au i have shared snippets of before. writing this fic feels never ending and i am slowly losing my mind haha but its still! my! baby! and! i! won't! abandon! it!

Mad Max's Princess: this is pure self indulgent fluff. girl george who is once again is casted as alex albon's race engineer in this fic. her (mostly) loving boyfriend of 10 years is none other than rival team red bull racing's star and the reigning world champion. the guy they have to beat to get her driver and team to the top. oh when the love of your life is your biggest fan and your biggest hater. this is gax, of course hijinks ensue.

Fire & Blood: medieval fantasy/game of thrones (a song of ice and fire for the ones who know) au with a/b/o dynamics. mercedes are the rulers of the land and their dragons' fire melted the gold in their crowns and the moulded their iron throne. but a dragon can die and a dragon can be killed. a dragon can be shot from the sky and brought down to earth or a dragon can be trapped in a dungeon till it can fly no more. a dragon's neck can be pierced by a lion's teeth.

galex because okay who am i to argue against true love and george's russell's wishes:

Hell is a Teenager: this is a pretty dark fic where i actually do some social commentary on the a/b/o universe. so george and alex are neighbours and the best of friends who are just on the edge of more. at 14 george presents as an omega and is shipped off to an all-omega private boarding school. alex doesn't hear from him till their final year of high school and all of a sudden george is back in town. he is not the same boy that cried in alex's arms the night before he left begging for him to love him. george has changed even if no one else can tell, what happened in there? why is he back? why does alex's heart still give a stutter when he looks into those blue eyes? even if those eyes no longer sparkle. *sigh* yeah this is a toughie

lastly there is my landoscar wip, they write themselves into ffs not us:

The Only Exception: another a/b/o au (one hit wonder i know), basically its the good boy/play boy trope. lando can't get his shit together and oscar is too oblivious for his own good. it would be angst if they weren't so incredibly adorable and down bad for each other.

#sharu rambles

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finnfhone · 10 months

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S2 EP36 LIVEBLOG - DNDADS SPOILERS

It is sooooo long like. So long

-THIS FUJKIN INTRO

-god they're all so dumb

-terry Jr has a gun . Watch out

-glenn close 🤝 taylor Swift

-Heart of gold and a pirate smile (chip coded... oops wrong podcast)

-😧

-Lincoln wears contacts??? Huh wha???

-oh God oh ew OH GOD OH EW

-so many last names why I love it

-Preteen drinking NORMAL 👀

-NOT THE BUCH

-rip normal the first time he saw the doodler was the cambucha

-terry marlowe--- oh yeah terry marlowe

-HI DAD

-take my money Anthony

-🙀

-its startinggg

-go on without me" LINCOOOLN

-roll off battle music rn

-NAT20 waaargh

-'a cool part of the narrative bullet' how silly.

-lot of B Words. They already went to hell it's fine

-jfc I missed them

-dude holy fucking shit dungeons and dragons beyond

-I ACCIDENTALLY WENT BACK TO THE BEGINNING

-🙂 im normal

-OH SHIT WHAT what what what

-"my boys... and Terry"

-is terry jr going to die cuz if so I will cry so much I'll dry up like a raisin

-3 nat 20s, 17min in

-dude why is Terry doing this :0

-Hermie is going to... sulk--- SKDHDBEN

-"stop using guns to solve things" lookin at you us government

-one. Single yellow flower. SOMEONE DRAW THIS OR I WILL

-oH great hEAvens

-😱🙀

-HE is making me.. who tf is he

-haha I don't get these references

-dude this podcast is so real . Appreciate

-oh Terry doesn't have a stepdad.. but scary does

-terry jr discovered polyamory

-BETH NO

-ad break... grab a snack...

-WILLY /NEG

-Normal is Not Strong

-Terry opens the pickle jars <3

-dispell

-Terry and Scary both love astronomy cuz I said so

-oh no terry sad face ☹️

-OH GOSH. HERMIE WAS PROJECTING ONTO NORMAL. HERMIE NEEDS

-oakworthy real

-oh lord the black parade be coming

-i forgot they were wearing red bull suits

-mmm pizza cutters? Why is this a theme

-whoever divorced first is a loser! Ready, fight!

-theyre literally in sync im screaming

-oh shit they want Scary but she's not home rn

-Taylor is a genius (lying?)

-IM SCREAMING IM DYING IM CHOKING ON TEARS

-Hermie SHAPESHIFT Hermie SHAPESHIFT

-hes depressed so it'll work (I'm crying)

-"but they'll climb up again!" I love you Linc <3

-Terry is not good at this... run bitch ruuun

-is Hermie gonna be a scamster again?

-oh shit they failed

-kersploosh !!

-"hey boys" the silly silly little guy

-its not up to Anthony! (lying?)

-Taylor is a loser I love him so much

-just had a ship idea that would never work. Swiftligoth

-LINK WHAT KID DOES THIS. EXCUSE ME

-ooo poem

-⚠️scary sadness alert (may cry)⚠️

-AH.

-oh nosies tERry Jr ;;(

-hip hip! Aw. Hip hip! Aw.

-oh gosh what is Terry doing

-dont do this to us man dont you fucking dare

-DONT DO THIS TO US MAN DONT YOU

-OH. NO. NO. NO. NO.

-NOOOO WHAT NOOO NOO NO GRANT????!!!!?! OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK OH JO JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT

#dndads #dndads s2 #dndads spoilers #long post

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mitsuki-komori · 8 months

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Why, do u mind giving headcanons about Dorothy and her vice captain? And maybe some coral peacocks fluff along with it.

Here you go, probably not as much Kirsch as you would’ve liked, but I hope you still like them!

First of all, Dorothy FOR SURE has a bed in her office. There’s no way she doesn’t. And I’m convinced she has a whole drawer that just has a pillow in it for when she just wants to snooze on her desk

Dorothy’s glamor world is pretty weird and crazy, so I would assume her base would be too. Random and weird, like the Black Bulls’ base, but like… Not like the Black Bulls’ base do you get what I mean?

Dorothy is a tea party gal. She has lots of tea parties with her squad, sometimes it’s the whole squad, sometimes it’s just all girls and Kirsch. She would always make them interesting and fun so they don’t get too repetitive

I believe Dorothy loves doing the girls’ hair in her squad. Ask any girl in her squad and they’ll say Dorothy’s done their hair at least three times. As for Dorothy’s hair, she’s pretty lazy, so she has Kirsch do it.

Although it’s rare, Dorothy ADORES when Mimosa comes to visit. They get along very well and they talk about many different things! Tea, missions, cute animals, Kirsch, many things! This is also another good way Mimosa has been able to get blackmail against her brother.

I feel like Dorothy could be a bit oblivious about certain things, not to say she’s dumb or anything, just social cues and stuff like that. It could be a very awkward situation and she’ll just pop in and start a fun conversation while everyone else is like: Uh…

Dorothy totally ships her squadmates. It’s a fact. There’s many people on her squad that she ships. I think Dorothy reads romance books and nothing else. I can’t imagine her being into reading anything unless it’s about romance, thus began the shipping. She’s still figuring out who to ship her dear vice captain with.

When Dorothy’s asleep, Kirsch would have to tend to all the work, it would be exhausting at times. His squad would do their best to tolerate him better and help when they can. And Dorothy would grant him a day off if the work was a lot to do.

Her squad once gave her the No.1 best sleeper award for her birthday. She liked it a lot and thought it was funny.

Sometimes, Dorothy trains with some of her squadmates in her glamour world. Very convenient place to train, and they do end up a lot stronger by the end of it. However, this isn’t something they can do often, it is better for her to have mana for when she actually needs to fight after all!

#Dorothy Unsworth #Kirsch Vermillion #Coral Peacocks #Mimosa Vermillion #Black Clover #Headcanons #anime #ask #request

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lyranova · 9 months

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Children of the Future: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 6: Missing

Hiya guys! So here’s chapter 6 and so far I think it’s my favorite I’ve written so far, we get a little bit of a few ships and family relationships. I’m gonna try and include as many moments as I can, and I apologize if I take a bit to answer comments, I’ve been a little busy lately the past few days. But I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 4,873

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Missing Child

Asta’s eyes widened as Ciel finished explaining what had happened and why Yuno wasn’t there. Kya was missing? That wasn’t like the young girl to run off without telling someone where she was going. And from what Asta had heard, there was about to be another very bad snowstorm in the region that evening, which meant, if they didn’t find Kya soon, she would end up being caught in it. He quickly jumped up and had a determined look on his face.

“ I’m coming up there to help look for her,” Asta said, but Ciel quickly shook her head.

“ You don’t have to do that, we have all of our Mage Defense Force members out searching for her, as are Neva and Yuno. We’ll find her soon,” Ciel trailed off, she tried to sound positive, but he could hear the worry and unsureness in her voice.

“ But she’s my niece, I need to help look for her…” Asta trailed off. He knew if it was one of his daughters that was missing, Yuno and Neva would immediately fly to Clover to come and help him look for them. Ciel smiled in understanding.

“ I know, but you’re the Wizard King now, you can’t just suddenly drop everything to come to Spade. And besides, if you were to leave now, you would end up getting caught in the snowstorm. So just…wait, and if for some reason we don’t find her by the morning, then you can come and help. Does that sound fair?”

Asta hesitated, he knew what Ciel was saying was right. He couldn’t just take off with only a moment's notice anymore, well he could, but he would end up getting into a lot of trouble with Marx. And the last thing he wanted to do was stress Marx out on his last day of work. But at the same time, he didn’t want to wait until morning to go to Spade.

But really…what else could he do?

“ Okay. I’ll wait until morning, but if I don’t hear from you or Yuno by the time the sun begins coming up, I’m coming to Spade.” Asta said seriously, and Ciel nodded in agreement before the two ended the call. Asta sighed heavily before he leaned back in his chair.

“ I’m surprised,” He suddenly heard from the doorway, and he saw his wife Noelle standing there with her arms crossed. “ I figured you would already be looking for Finral, so he could take you to Spade.”

“ I thought about it…but I don’t think Finral couldn’t make the complete trip, and Queen Ciel made a good point, I can’t just up and leave. Not anymore.” Noelle nodded as she listened to her husband speak, she silently walked over to him and sat down at the edge of the desk.

“ I mean, you could, but Marx and William would have a cow when they discovered you were gone,” Noelle said, and Asta suddenly laughed.

“ That’s what I was thinking earlier, too!” Noelle gave a small laugh before tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“ Well, I am your wife, so, of course, I would know how you think,” Noelle said with a fake air of arrogance. “ Which is why I’m surprised you’re actually listening to Queen Ciel instead of just going to Spade.” Asta sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

“ I know, and I’ll admit I’m kind of surprised too. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me just to drop everything and go, but something’s stopping me, something besides Finral’s well-being.” Asta admitted softly as he slowly opened his green eyes and looked at Noelle.

“ Responsibility?” Noelle asked and Asta shrugged.

“ I don’t know, but that sounds like what it is.”

“ Why don’t you send the Black Bulls up there to help? That way, you can still be here while also helping Spade with the search?’ Noelle suggested, and Asta tilted his head.

“ I thought about that, but they just got back from a mission and the kids just got promotions, so I want them to just focus on relaxing and celebrating tonight,” Asta said with a small, but proud, smile. Noelle put a thoughtful hand under her chin.

“ Why not just send me, then? I’m not a Black Bull or the Wizard King, so it should be fine if I go.” Noelle said, and Asta looked up at her, she had a point. And just as he was about to say so, he suddenly remembered that Ciel had said there was going to be a bad snowstorm.

“ You can’t, not yet anyway.”

“ Why not?”

“ Because if you go right now and get caught in that snowstorm you could get hurt or worse, and I…I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt because of me.” Asta trailed off softly, and Noelle reached out to place a hand on his cheek.

“ Nothing’s going to happen to me, I can get there before the storm hits,” Noelle argued. She could see where Asta’s worry and hesitation were coming from, but she was a grown woman and was more than capable of taking care of herself.

“ I know, and I don’t doubt that you could beat that storm, but accidents still happen,” Asta said softly.

After the couple fell silent for a few moments, Noelle heard her husband push his chair back and slam his hands against the desk in determination.

“ Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Asta said as he turned to look at Noelle. “ You and I are gonna leave the girls with the Black Bulls tonight, and then we’re gonna go to Hage and stay there until the storm in Spade clears!”

“ And what about Marx and William?”

“ I’ll just tell them that you weren’t feeling well, and so I have to take care of you for a few days,” Asta said with a shrug, and Noelle snorted.

“ You’re going to use me as an excuse?”

“ Yep!” Noelle suddenly laughed and shook her head.

“ And you wonder where Brielle gets her ideas from,” Noelle said before standing up beside her husband. “ I’ll contact Charlotte and let her know while you inform William and Marx.” She added before she kissed Asta on the cheek and walked out of his office.

As Asta grabbed his things and began to walk out of his office, he silently hoped that they would find Kya before the snowstorm came in.

—--

In The Spade Kingdom

Shouts rang out all throughout the woods that surrounded the Spade Kingdom’s Castle. Mage Defense Force members, the Royal Guards, and even some servants were out in full force searching for the 8-year-old girl. They knew they only had a limited time to find her before she developed hypothermia, and before the impending snowstorm that they knew would grind their search to a halt.

Standing in a small circle in the first were Yuno, Neva, Ralph the current Royal Guard Captain, and the Commander in Chief of the Mage Defense Force, Freya Ravenna. They were currently using one of Freya’s tracking spells to try to find Kya but were having no luck.

“ It’s like she’s just disappeared,” Freya said in confusion as she placed a hand under her chin. “ My tracking spell can usually find anyone and everyone.”

Yuno glanced over at Neva and saw that, while on the outside she appeared calm, on the inside she was a complete mess. This was one of her biggest fears, that she would either lose him or their children. He reached out and placed a comforting hand on the small of her back, she turned to look at him.

“ It’ll be alright,” His amber eyes told her amethyst ones. “ We’ll find her and bring her back safely.”

“ I know, I know we’ll find her,” Her eyes told his. “ But I’m still so afraid…” They admitted before she turned away, and Yuno pulled her close to his side and held her tightly against him.

“ Could someone have used a mana-suppressing device and that’s why your spell isn’t working?” Ralph asked and Freya shrugged.

“ It’s possible. If the Princess was kidnapped, they could easily be using a cloaking device or mana-suppressing handcuffs, and if that’s the case,” Freya looked over at Neva and Yuno. “ Then it’ll be almost impossible to find her.”

The couple felt their hearts sink to the pit of their stomachs at her words, but the two held determined gazes in their eyes. They were going to find their daughter, even if it seemed impossible, they would find her. And if it was true that she had been kidnapped? Oh, there would certainly be hell to pay.

Soon, the four dispersed and began searching with the others. Freya, still using her tracking spell, made sure to stay within earshot of the others in case it pinged. Yuno used his wind magic to fly in the air in order to get an aerial view, but he also began to feel suffocated.

He was trying to keep it together, not only for Neva’s sake but for his own as well. He couldn’t allow himself to fall apart, at least not until they found Kya, once their youngest daughter was home safe and sound then he would allow himself to break. But right now he needed to keep a calm and level head. Which was why he took to the sky, his comfort place.

But soon the afternoon turned to evening, it was growing colder, and it was just beginning to snow. Yuno lowered himself to the ground and walked over to Ralph.

“ How much longer do you think we have?” He asked, and Ralph shrugged.

“ At least another hour before it gets dark, and then another two hours before the snowstorm rolls in,” Ralph said softly, so Neva couldn’t hear.

“ Alright, in an hour I want you and Freya to call everyone back to the Castle,” Yuno said quietly and Ralph’s eyes widened.

“ But sir-!”

“ Neva and I will continue the search on our own,” Yuno quickly interrupted. “ We don’t need any of you to get sick or hurt, because of our child.”

“ Your Majesty,” Ralph started seriously. “ Everyone here loves Princess Kya just like she was one of our own, so while I appreciate your concern for our well-being, we’ll continue to help you search until we find her. Even if that means we have to risk developing a cold.”

Yuno stared at the older man, he knew Ralph was very loyal to House Grinberryall, but to see that loyalty, love, and concern extended to Yuno and his family…it warmed his heart a little. And made him feel very lucky to have him as a friend and Royal Guard Captain.

“ Fine. But don’t complain to me when you still have to work while you’re sick.” Yuno said seriously as he began to walk away, but Ralph chuckled a bit before he saluted his King.

Yuno and Ralph walked a bit of ways, the sun had just dropped over the horizon and the woods began to grow dark, and the snow grew heavy along with it. They were running out of time.

Suddenly Yuno saw something out of the corner of his eye, Neva, who had been walking beside him for some time, had disappeared!

“ Neva…?” Yuno called out in confusion, he took a few steps to where she had just been standing. “ Neva!” He shouted again, a bit more panic in his voice as he began to look around.

“ Ne…va?” Yuno trailed off as he suddenly looked down towards a small embankment. He saw his wife, on her knees, shoulders shaking, and something in her arms.

No…nonono…please…

Neva slowly turned to look at her husband over her shoulder, her purple eyes full of tears.

“ H…Help me.”

Yuno immediately rushed down the embankment, with Ralph following behind him. He rushed to his wife’s side and his eyes widened, in Neva’s arms was Kya. Her little face was pale, her eyes were closed, and she had a bit of snow on her. But otherwise, she appeared to be perfectly fine.

“ She’s…She’s…”

“ Neva…” Yuno’s voice became quiet as it trailed off, please don’t let her say what he thought she was going to say…

“ She’s warm.’’ Neva finished softly, and Yuno frowned. He knelt down beside her, and she was right, Kya was warm, almost feverish.

“ Get a Healer now!” The couple heard Ralph shout loudly behind them, but Yuno quickly took his cloak off and wrapped it around his daughter while he wrapped his arms around his wife.

Neva was shaking like a leaf, and Yuno knew it wasn’t just because she was cold. The way she gripped Kya tightly against her chest as though she would fly away, the way Neva’s eyes were wide and fearful, the way her lips trembled as she tried to utter a single word, it all reminded him of that day…the day Zenon had attacked the Golden Dawn base all those years ago.

“ Neva, Neva, look at me, please look at me.” Yuno started softly as he placed his hands on her cheeks to get her to look at him. “ She’s okay, she’s alive, you found her,” Yuno added, trying desperately to get her mind out of that dark place he knew it was in.

“ But it’s my fault…I should’ve known where she was…because of me she nearly died.” Neva softly as tears fell from her eyes onto her cheeks. “ I should’ve known where she was…”

“ No, it isn’t your fault, it isn’t anyone's fault,” Yuno said as he wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

Before anything else could be said, a Healer arrived, and they took the princess back to the Castle. But Yuno paused as he noticed something strange.

Around the small embankment where Kya was found, there was a circle of trees, a perfect circle of trees. He frowned and committed the area to memory, so he could investigate it later.

—--

Back in Clover

The Black Bulls cheered, laughed, ate, and drank merrily as they celebrated their Children’s promotions, their newly gained stars, and their much-deserved break. Lovely and Charmy were cooking and making sure everyone was fed, Vanessa handed everyone glasses of wine and champagne, while Finral went behind her and took the glasses from the underage kids. Rill and Vincent were painting a portrait in order to commemorate the day’s events, while everyone else just talked and mingled.

All except Gauche and his son Aloys.

Aloys had ducked out of the party a while ago and Gauche had debated on following him, as he wasn’t one for big parties either, but Maelie had asked him to stay, and so he did. But now the young girl was asleep and Gauche had a good excuse to leave.

“ I’m gonna go put her to bed,” Gauche quietly told Grey, who nodded before going back to talk with Gordon.

Gauche quietly picked his daughter up, carried her to her room, and carefully tucked her into bed. He softly told her goodnight, kissed the top of her head, and walked out of the room. He quietly closed the door behind him and was about to go to his and Grey’s room when he suddenly paused and looked to the side. Aloys’s bedroom door was open slightly, and so Gauche decided to peer inside.

Aloys was sitting at his desk, with a dimly lit candle at the corner, and appeared to be working on something.

“ Can I help you, old man?” Aloys asked without turning around, Gauche glared at him for a moment but didn’t say anything.

Gauche walked over and stood beside his desk, he leaned against it before looking it down.

“ What’re you doing?” Gauche asked curiously. “ Are you…repairing a book?” Aloys immediately glared before moving the book out of view.

“ So what if I am? Is that illegal?” Aloys asked as he finished adding glue to the binding.

“ No, I was just wondering, was all,” Gauche said as he crossed his arms.

The two fell into an awkward, and tense silence. Aloys continued repairing the book as Gauche tried to think of a way to talk to him, just as Grey suggested. The last thing he wanted was for his son to have to transfer to a different squad just because the two couldn’t get along.

“ Is that…Alice’s book?” Gauche suddenly asked as he noticed handwritten notes on the side of the pages, Aloys quickly moved the book.

“ Yeah,”

“ And you’re fixing it for her?” Gauche asked with a tilt of his head. “ Do…you have a crush on her?”

“ No, I’m just fixing it for her,” Aloys said quickly and icily before he finally turned to look at his father. “ Cut the small talk and get to the point, old man.” He snapped, and he watched as one of Gauche’s eyebrows twitched in annoyance.

“ I hate it when you call me that, you punk,” Gauche muttered through gritted teeth. “ But that’s beside the point, your mom…wanted me to talk to you about what happened the other day.” He watched Aloys scoff.

“ Ah, I see, so it’s Mom who convinced you to talk to me, not because you felt sorry and wanted to talk it out or anything,” Aloys said as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

“ Why should I feel sorry?” Gauche asked with a frown, and Aloys laughed humorlessly.

“ Gee, I dunno, maybe because you scolded me in front of our squad and the Crimson Lions but praised everyone else?!” Aloys said loudly as he stood up from his seat, and Gauche stood up straight as well.

“ Watch your tone, kid,” Gauche growled in warning. “ And I didn’t scold you-.”

“ Yes, you did!” Aloys shouted. “ You told me that I was being reckless and that a ‘Good Magic Knight doesn’t freeze up in front of an enemy!’, how do you think that made me feel?!” Aloys asked, and Gauche winced.

“ I didn’t mean-.”

“ Yes, you did! You always push me harder than anyone else, you always scold me for even the smallest of things, and then when I think I’ve done something good you don’t even say you’re proud of me!” Aloys continued to shout, and Gauche just stood there silently.

“ You praise Maelie as though she is the best thing since sliced bread, you’re always telling her that you’re proud of her, that you love her, why can’t you treat me the same freaking way, huh?!” He finished, tears of anger welling up in his blue eyes. Gauche suddenly felt his heart tighten in his chest.

“ Aloys-.”

“ Get out. Now!” Aloys said before sitting back down at his desk and going back to working on repairing Alice’s book. Gauche reached a hand out to pat his son comfortingly on the head but stopped, and lowered his hand back to his side. The older man then walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

He let out a heavy sigh as he leaned against the door. He suddenly saw something move out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to see his wife, Grey, standing there with a nervous and sad look on her face.

“ Well, that went well.”

—---

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Black Bull's Hideout

Yami took a deep breath of the crisp, warm air as a gust of wind swept by him. He could hear his brats partying it up downstairs and smiled, they had all earned it. The past few weeks, everyone had been working their hardest to try and beat the Golden Dawn, and so far, it seemed to be paying off very well.

He turned slightly as he felt a familiar Ki walk up behind him.

“ What are you thinking about so intently?” Charlotte asked curiously as she walked over to her husband and stood beside him outside on their balcony. Yami gave her a half-shrug.

“ Nothing much, just thinking about how proud I am of the kids,” He answered honestly, and Charlotte nodded in agreement.

“ I’m proud of all of them as well, especially considering what happened on their last mission,” Charlotte said softly. “ I can only imagine how traumatizing that was for them.”

“ They’re gonna see a lot worse stuff the longer they’re a Magic Knight,” Yami said softly as he turned to look at his wife. “ They’re gonna see a lot of stuff that’ll make them sick, angry, depressed, it doesn’t make it right, but…they knew what they were getting into when joining the Knights.”

“ I know, I just wish they hadn’t seen it so soon,” Charlotte said with a sigh and shake of her head. She suddenly rested her head on her husband's shoulder as the two stared out into the clear evening sky.

“ I’m surprised you aren’t asking where Hikari is since I know you felt her Ki leaving the Hideout,” Charlotte said curiously after a few minutes of silence, and she suddenly heard her husband snort.

“ There’s only one place she could go, and that’s the Golden Dawn,” Yami said in a matter-of-fact tone, and Charlotte suddenly raised her head to look at him.

“ And you’re fine with that?”

“ Nope, when she gets back I plan on grounding her for a while…at least 5–10 years,” Yami said, and Charlotte rolled her eyes.

“ Geez you act like Hikari’s still a child and not a young woman,” Charlotte said with a shake of her head. “ What are you going to do when she starts dating?” Yami scoffed.

“ I don’t see her dating for a long time, she’s too busy working on obtaining her dream,” Yami said, and Charlotte suddenly raised a brow at her husband.

“ And if she starts dating before then?”

“ Then…I gotta make sure they’re good enough for her,” Yami said with a shrug, of course, he wasn’t going to let just anyone date his eldest daughter, and Charlotte knew that all too well.

“ Has William told Alistar about his illness yet?” She asked suddenly, changing the subject. Yami let out a sigh and shook his head. “ Seriously? I understand not telling him today, but, he needs to tell him soon.”

“ He does, especially before the shit hits the fan,” Yami said as he looked back at his wife. “ I feel like a storm’s coming, Charlotte, and there isn’t anything we can do to stop it.” He admitted softly.

“ Well, it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve dealt with a storm,” Charlotte reminded him. “ But then again, we were a lot younger than we are now.”

“ Ain’t that the truth.”

“ But y’know what? Even though we’re older, we’ll still be able to handle it. Because we’re Magic Knights, and we all have each other, there isn’t anything in this world that can defeat us.” Charlotte told her husband proudly as she turned to look at him. Yami suddenly leaned forward and captured her lips in a sweet and passionate kiss, causing her to blush as he pulled away.

“ Damn, I love you.”

—----

At the Golden Dawn Base

Alistar flopped on his bed with a tired sigh, it was as though all the stress of the day just melted away into his warm and comforting sheets. He looked over in the corner of his room where his Golden Dawn uniform hung on the back of his wardrobe with a Captain’s robe hanging right beside it. For some reason, he still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that he was the Captain of the Golden Dawn now, and not his father. It just…didn’t feel right.

It felt like he was in some alternate or parallel universe.

He suddenly turned as he heard a loud ‘tink, tink’ outside his balcony door. He sat up in bed and saw Hikari standing outside on the balcony, throwing small pebbles against it with a grin on her face. Alistar smiled and shook his head before he stood up and walked towards it.

“ What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your squad?” Alistar asked in confusion as he opened the door and moved to the side to allow her to walk in.

“ I did celebrate with them, but now it’s my turn to celebrate with you,” Hikari said as she held up a tall glass bottle and a pair of glasses.

“ Is that alcohol?” Alistar asked, his tone already getting ready to scold her, but she quickly shook her head before turning around to face him.

“ No, it isn’t alcohol, Goldie Guts Jr., it’s sparkling water. Even though we’ve both drank before.” Hikari muttered as she set the bottle down on a small table he had in his room. Alistar shook his head at the memory.

“ I wouldn’t consider accidentally eating fermented fruit as drinking, but,” Alistar said with a grin before he walked over to her.

This wasn’t the first time Hikari had snuck into the Golden Dawn and up to Alistar’s room. The first time she had done so was when they were 12, and she wanted to check on him after the ‘incident’. She got into a lot of trouble with Yami and Charlotte for that, but it didn’t stop her. She did it many more times and even stayed the night once or twice. Much to Yami’s anger.

“ It still counts since we got drunk!” Hikari argued as she opened the bottle with a loud ‘pop’ and then began to pour it into the champagne flutes.

“ Do your parents know you’re here?” Alistar asked curiously as he took the offered glass with a small ‘thank you’ before Hikari scoffed and shook her head.

“ I’m sure they do even though I didn’t tell them,” Hikari said, and she could easily sense Alistar’s disapproving glare. “ What? I know for a fact my dad sensed my Ki leave the Hideout.’’

“ I’m sure he did, and I have a feeling he’s gonna be glaring at me all day at tomorrow’s Captain's meeting.” Alistar pointed out, and Hikari held out her glass to him.

“ A toast, to the newly appointed Golden Dawn Captain, Alistar Vangeance. May he lead his squad valiantly, graciously, and compassionately, just as he has led himself and his life!” Hikari said softly as she smiled brightly at him. Alistar felt his heart skip a beat for a moment and a tinge of pink graced his cheeks, but he smiled warmly at her and raised his glass.

“ Thank you, Hikari, I’ll do my best not to let anyone down.”

The two laughed, drank, and talked for a few hours before they fell silent. Hikari had silently wondered if Alistar just naturally relaxed because he was around her, or if Vanessa had accidentally spiked the sparkling water.

“ Have you talked to your dad yet about why he retired?” Hikari asked, and she watched her friend pout.

“ I’m sick of everyone asking me that. No, I haven’t asked him about it yet, but if he took a job with the Wizard King, surely it can’t be that bad.” Alistar said with a tinge of hope in his voice, and Hikari nodded in agreement.

“ I’m sorry about Virgil calling you a foreigner,” Alistar said softly as he took another drink. “ Tomorrow, I’m going to make sure he and everyone else knows that I won’t tolerate it.”

“ You’re still apologizing over that? Geez, I already told you that it’s him that needs to apologize, not you. And he isn’t completely wrong, I am half Hinoian-Half Cloverian, but I’m not ashamed of it. I’m very proud of my Hino heritage, and I’m very proud of my Clover heritage.” Hikari said proudly as she took a drink.

“ That still doesn’t make what he said right, and you’re still allowed to get pissed off when people say terrible things like that to you.” Alistar pointed out as he laid back on his bed, and Hikari followed suit.

“ Oh my,” Hikari gasped dramatically. “ The Alistar Vangeance said ‘pissed off’, someone call a Healer, I think he’s sick.” She continued, causing the white-haired man to snort.

“ I’ve used worse language than that before,” Alistar said with a chuckle and a roll of his eyes, and Hikari chuckled with him.

“ I know you have, but what would your fan club say if they heard you talk that way.”

“ They’d probably think it’s hot,” Alistar said bluntly, causing Hikari to laugh loudly.

The two fell silent again, and Alistar felt his eyes begin to grow heavy as he lay next to his friend. Today had been a very eventful one, and it seemed that it was finally catching up to him.

“ Get some sleep, Pretty Boy,” He heard Hikari’s voice say faintly from beside him.

“ Will you stay until I fall asleep?” He asked tiredly as he reached a hand out towards her, he felt something soft in his hand and realized that it was the sleeve of Hikari’s shirt.

“ Don’t I always?” She asked as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Alistar nodded and muttered a soft ‘goodnight’ as he felt Hikari run her fingers through his hair, she had learned fairly quickly that was the quickest way to get him to go to sleep.

The next morning, Alistar woke up with a disappointed feeling in his heart as he saw that Hikari was no longer beside him.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#black clover #black clover fanfiction #children of the future shadows of the past #oc; alistar #oc; aloys #oc; hikari #hikari is not my oc #oc; kya #oc neva #yuno grinberryall #black clover asta #noelle silva #sukehiro yami #yami sukehiro #charlotte roselei

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Black Clover Romance Stories Masterlist

All Stories Are SFW and Organized by Relationship!

Links are to Tumblr posts unless otherwise specified.

Asta x Noelle Silva

A Family Where There Once Was None-- In the future, the Black Bulls gather together at the beach with their families causing Asta to reflect on his life's journey and the family he found along the way. Rated G.

Broken Angel (AO3) -- Noelle Silva was used to being told what she couldn’t do. As a magicless child born inexplicably to the Royal House of Silva, her family had taken great care to hide her and her lack of mana from the rest of the world. However, despite being told over and over again that she would never amount to anything more than her family’s shameful secret, Noelle never gave up her dream to become a magic knight. When she joins the Black Bulls and meets Asta, an orphan from Hage who dreams of being the Wizard King despite his mana-draining magic having left him a social outcast, she begins to develop a new dream: a dream to fight by his side and to protect him just as he has always rushed to her defense and always watched over her like a guardian angel. But all dreams come at a price… Rated T for action sequences and thematic elements.

First Christmas -- This year the Black Bulls are going all out for the holidays because it's their nephew's first Christmas! Charlotte may still be getting used to her chaotic new family, but she and Yami agree that it's very sweet the new "aunts and uncles" are going out of their way to make the holiday season truly special for their son. (Charlotte/Yami, Charmy/Rill, Vanessa/Finral, Asta/Noelle, and Gauche/Grey). Rated G.

Happy Accidents (AO3) -- The Black Bulls adopt a "Squad Baby" (in the best scenario I could come up with)! Black Bulls Family Fluff (Vanessa's familial relationships with Noelle, Luck, Charmy, Asta & especially Yami are the major focus. Secre is important in the end & Finral is trying his best, bless his heart) Minor ships since Noelle is so fun to tease & Asta loves babies (Noelle/Asta) and it's unbelievably actually their kid (Vanessa/Finral). Rated T for some language & thematic elements.

Finral Roulacase x Finesse Calmreich

I’ll Be Waiting (AO3) -- Finral shouldn't have been surprised--he had known it all along that it would be Langris who would one day be the heir to House Vaude. He had expected it, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. He had no choice now but to leave home. There was no place for him here. He knew he should just slip out quietly without drawing too much attention to himself, but there was one other person he wanted to say goodbye to...even though she was now officially engaged to his brother. Or a take on why Finral apologizes to Lady Finesse for “making her wait again.” Rated G

Treasures -- When Finesse falls ill, Finral wants to send her a gift to show her that he's thinking of her and wishing her well. Of course, this is easier said than done... Rated G

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Portals and Potatoes -- The Black Bulls' potato pie eating contest is well underway, and Finral is trying his best to figure out how to make his pile of potato pies disappear. Luckily, some surprise guests arrive just in time to help him out with that... [Fluff and time travel shenanigans for (even more) self-indulgent kicks and giggles]. Rated G (Future Problems Series Story #3).

Spite -- "Did you just kiss me out of spite?" Never in a million years would Langris have ever believed there was anything in the world that could have possibly led him to a moment in which that drunk witch would be saying those words to him. But somewhere between too many drinks making him honest and revelations from Finral regarding his relationship with Finesse drudging up something he had long kept buried, Langris lost his grip on his tightly guarded emotions and began to live the impossible. And Vanessa was not going to let him off so easy for it [OR There are a lot of very good reasons that Langris Vaude doesn't drink. This is the story of one of them]. Rated T for Language (including some crude insults), Drunkenness, and Descriptive Depiction of Kissing.

Wine Therapy (AO3) -- Backstory for how Langris and Vanessa became friends (post-series). Rated T for some language

Note: This pairing is also mentioned and briefly discussed as a past-relationship that didn’t work out in Pancakes for Dinner and Sweet Like Cherries

Finral Roulacase x Vanessa Enoteca

Let Them See -- While guests at the Heart Kingdom's royal wedding, Finral (drunkenly) takes a big step in his relationship with Vanessa. Rated T for drinking & descriptive kissing

Pancakes for Dinner -- Is it some “serious pining,” lingering heartbreak, or something else entirely that is preventing Finral from showing Charmy's delicious noms the proper attention they deserve? Charmy, Rill, & Vanessa are teaming up to find out! (Charmy/Rill pairing & maybe(?) Vanessa/Finral if you want to see it...) Rated G

Sweet Like Cherries -- Domestic and Family Fluff in a future where Finesse is married to Langris and Finral is married to Vanessa. Rated T for one bad word but otherwise just fluffy

Thunderstorm (AO3) -- Time heals all wounds, but there are some scars that never completely disappear. In those difficult moments when her painful past comes back to haunt her, Vanessa finds solace and a renewed sense of purpose in the family she has built for herself. The storm is over now. Vanessa/Finral. Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, and Babies. Rated T for nightmares & trauma.

We Make Our Own Destiny -- Finral Roulacase wanted a soulmate tattoo more than anyone…until the day it appeared and said his own name, however. Confused and heartbroken by the fact that supposedly even the universe couldn’t find someone to love him, he tries to resign himself to the bitter truth that he will be alone forever, but Vanessa isn’t about to let him throw his life away moping.

Gauche Adlai x Grey

Our Corner of the World -- When pre-wedding jitters and nervousness start to get the better of Grey, her soon-to-be sister-in-law, Marie, knows just what to do, and though it may be bad luck for the groom to meet with the bride before the wedding, Gauche is willing to take that risk if that's what it takes make sure that their wedding day is one of the happiest days of Grey's life.

Langris Vaude x Finesse Calmreich

A Night at the Opera -- Though Finesse has longed dreamed of going to the opera, Langris' invitation to accompany him there catches her entirely off guard. She is sure his reasons for inviting her are not so personal as a fulfillment of her wish--he probably just enjoys opera and wants some company, feeling obligated to bring her since they had been promised in marriage to one another. But a tender, private moment in their dimly lit opera box leaves her questioning if there is, perhaps, a little bit more to it than that... Rated G

Sweet Like Cherries -- Domestic and Family Fluff in a future where Finesse is married to Langris and Finral is married to Vanessa. Rated T for one bad word but otherwise just fluffy.

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Pancakes for Dinner

Portals and Potatoes (Future Problems Series Story #3).

Note: Through A Rainy Window (AO3) focuses on Langris and Finesse’s friendship, but it could be taken in a romantic way if the reader wanted to see it (They’re also engaged in that story, but it’s an arranged marriage so it doesn’t really have a romantic connotation)

Langris Vaude x Vanessa Enoteca (It's Complicated)

Nozel Silva x Vanessa Enoteca

A Birthday Surprise -- Nozel can't wait to surprise his daughters with their birthday presents, but little does he know that his wife, Vanessa, has a surprise for him as well.

Rill Boismortier x Charmy Pappitson

Special Sauce and Stork Paintings -- To Charmy, all meals are important, but this may be one of the most important meals of her life. Or it would be...if her husband Rill wasn't so oblivious and bad at guessing games that is...

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Yami Sukehiro x Charlotte Roselei

Maybe My Soulmate Died -- From the time her supposed “soulmate tattoo” had inexplicably appeared on her wrist over a decade ago, Charlotte Roselei had never given it much attention–-until she began to wonder why the name etched into her skin was “Morgen Faust” rather than “Yami Sukehiro,” that is. Yami, himself, has always been a soulmate skeptic–-insisting he knows better than fate the kind of person he’d choose to share his life with, and though Charlotte isn’t sure what to believe, a late-night conversation with him leaves her wondering if, perhaps, she has been looking at her so-called “soulmate tattoo” in entirely the wrong way. Perhaps fate has other plans after all… (Yami/Charlotte) Rated T for some language.

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Idk, i feel like being really mean to Nereida for a bit.

He knows this oceanic otherworld is home to a whole society of mermaids. That they could cross the dimension barriers into the human world, that they were humans made strange and monsterous by whatever magic governed this place. And he knows his mother was a human first, who was brought here by one of those mermaids, most likely his father if his math about the timeline checks out, and that she died attempting to return years after leaving.

That answered countless questions, and left just one. Who was his father?

Jish had agreed to ask the other mermaids for him, carried a description of Nereida's mother and what little of the story Nereida knew to their community to see if anyone had any leads.

And when he returned he wasn't alone. A bull with blue eyes and black scales was with him. Nereida was so hopeful in that small moment. His mother had had brown eyes, Nereida's were blue, his mother was strawberry blond, he was raven haired.

The stranger sighed in that way you sigh when you know you're about to deliver awful news. He was Nereida's uncle. his brother, Nereida's father passed years ago. Before his mother even had.

Nereida didn't know why it hit him so hard. Why just knowing his father was dead and that he'd never meet him was any different from him existing somewhere out in the world where Nereida would never meet him.

His uncle, Erci, his uncle's name was Erci, was a stranger, still he tried to offer comfort. He tried to offer stories and descriptions Nereida was too numb to hear. Babbling in that same anxious way Nereida did when he didn't know what else to do.

Jish was the one who broke that spell. Reminding Nereida that the research institute had had cameras in these waters for years. There was a chance, a small one, but still a chance that his father might have been caught by one. That there might be a picture of him or a recording of him. That Nereida might have already heard his voice without ever realizing it.

It took some convincing, but Erci eventually agreed to go to the shores of the currently abandoned research station. Braving the storms that ravaged this hemisphere this time of year wasn't the concern, drawing near the source of all that threatened the peace of their home was.

Nereida was the only human walking on two legs left, able to continue his work researching these people through the season purely because Jish was helping him. He carded himself into the right office. the room silent, the building dark aside from the emergency lights and soft blinking of all the computers left to sleep, cycle, and back themselves up to make sure nothing was lost in the downtime.

He kept himself from crying while he waited for all the relevant files to be copied to his laptop by focussing on finding some story to tell as to why he'd so suddenly showed up with a strange mermaid in tow and an urgent need for these files specifically.

He decided they were trying to put actual names to a few more faces. It was close enough to the truth, even if he'd be lying about whatever names Erci gave. The less the institute knew the better.

He met the two mermaids under the dock. It was the dryest place where water met land and the safest to escape the storm with a laptop too.

they were able to narrow the list of possible ID numbers down through filtering the identification database until only a few remained.

E-7. He was seen and given a number before the institute began trying to classify the mermaids by size. E-7. First spotted twelve years ago, last sighting was eight. Nereida clicked through the pictures,

He wanted to see a family resemblance between them beyond the color of their eyes and keratin. His father was too monsterous for it.

There were notes on some of the pictures. Tiny anecdotes written by people who saw his father as an animal. They called him curious. Said he came near the ships often and stole things off the decks of the smaller ones. One claimed he liked bluegrass music because he seemed to linger longer when the crew played it. Another called him an asshole for darting off with an entire tool box. another joked that he was sexist because he would only come close when offered bribes from blonde women or anyone that could be mistaken for a blonde woman from a distance though he never took the fish they were offering.

Nereida wondered if he was looking for Doris.

They got to the end of the album, Nereida knew there were unclassified pictures he'd need to go through and a video section he wanted to watch alone so he wouldn't have to cry in front of Erci.

Nereida closed the laptop and hugged it to his chest after Erci confirmed the last picture was taken only a few months before he passed. Got attacked by one of the larger predators in the waters and subcame to infection a week later. A cruel and sudden death that left no room for a good story, nor an ending that would satisfy the son none of them knew he had.

Erci promised to tell him more when he was ready. Offered to take Nereida to some of the old haunts they'd played in as kids. Jish agreed for him letting him sit mute in his grief. He knew Erci was trying to connect, To bond with him and start being the family they both needed. But Erci had had his time to grieve, it was all so fresh for Nereida.

Erci said his goodbyes. Asked that if Nereida decided to join them fully, he allow Erci to be the second to welcome him home after Jish got his turn.

Nereida nodded and waved his own goodbye.

Erci disappeared into the dark waters. Jish curled up around Nereida as best he could to shield him from the tear hot summer rain blown under their cover.

Nereida opened the laptop once more and added a note at the very end of his documentation. It burned now to see him recorded as only a beast.

E-7. Curious, mischievous, loved. Known to his friends, family and community as Nereus. Unknown to him he is survived by a son who was apparently named for him.

He will never know that.

#parent death tw #parent death 2 electric boogaloo.#listen i fridged his mom so for feminism reasons its only fair i fridge his dad too/jk

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TARS x reader

Doing this because the only one I can find is TARS X CASE.

This is going to be more of a ‘living with’ sort of fanfiction series [?] possible series, let’s see how much traction this gets.

First, my artists’ rendition of a humanoid TARS, for future reference

Will update it when I get a better drawing of him humanoid.

• also, you were also on the mission

• if you want, you can switch it from tars to case while reading

-Timeskip to after movie ends and cooper saves brand from that other planet we saw her on-

You were waiting at copper station. Waiting…. Waiting for cooper and TARS to get back from their secret mission. Everyone was alerted that there had been a stolen ship, everyone was worried about that, but not about the two who had gone missing that same night.

You were also upset that they didn’t even try to tell you. You thought that after everything you had been through together, they both, or at least one of them, would tell you about their endeavors. But no, you were left alone, worried, and scared, thinking about all of the possibilities. Would they come home? Would you ever see them again? Will they come back with Brand? What has Brand been up to? Is Brand okay? Is she even alive? We’re all the thoughts that kept going through your head like race cars on a racetrack.

You were so lost in your worried and saddened thoughts, that you hadn’t realized that they had returned. “(Y/n)? Is everything alright? You look ill.” You heard TARS’ voice suddenly ask as you were thinking. You looked up to see the cereal box you fell for. “TARS! You’re back!!” You jumped up and tried to give a pathetic hug to the giant packing box of steal. “I thought you guys wouldn’t return, why didn’t you tell me you were leaving! I could have come with you!” You scolded him, obviously upset that you were left alone.

That’s when cooper stepped into your view and spoke. “I told him so that you WOULDN’T come, I didn’t want you to come with in case we could make it back.” He explained half heartedly. “You, the man who survived a black hole, was worried you wouldn’t return? I call bull.” You rolled your eyes slightly, not taking the man seriously. “Okay, think what you want sport, you and slick can catch up while I take ms. Brand here to the doctors to check on her and her vitals.” He helped Brand to walk to the doctors, she seems to have aged quite a bit, maybe 15 or 20 or so.

You do the two fingiré salute, offering your attention to her. “Glad to have you back ma’am.” You said. “Glad to be back.” She retorted, still holding onto Cooper, trying to walk over to the doctors.

You turn towards TARS once again, realizing that you never really let go of him that entire time. You slowly, and awkwardly, let go of him, being slightly embarrassed. “Sorry”. You laughed, stepping back and letting the rather large Nokia 3310 move around as he liked. “It’s of no problem to me, I enjoy your affection.” He explains, moving his body to a sort of sitting position. “Thats good to hear, I think.” You we’re worried that he may judge you for your affection toward him, cause come on, he could pass for a lampshade, and you still love him.

“How was it here while we were gone?” He asked, rather curious. “Well…. More windows were broken, we have had three harvests, aaannnd they came up with a new technology that seems rather odd to me.” You name off, counting on your fingers while thinking of the most prominent things you could remember. “What kind of technology?” He asks, turning to you lightly, seemingly very curious. “I don’t know, but it reminds me of that one game I played a long time ago. WhT was it called… it started with a ‘D’. Hmmmm.” You thought for a a few, then, “AHAH! Detroit: become human! That’s it!” You exclaimed excitedly.

“Wow, they just keep enhancing every day huh. Those machines must be happy with their bodies.” He said, though you could send some sort of sadness. “Hey, everything okay TARS?” You asked, slightly worried about this handless drawer. “Oh yes, I’m fine, just hard getting around with this bull sometimes.” He somewhat hurriedly explained. “I could talk to them if you want, I can see if they can somehow, I don’t know, transfer your data?? Or your conscious? If you’d like me to that is.” You add that last part swiftly and look at him worriedly, hoping not to have pressured the microwave.

He seemed to be thinking about it because of how long it took him to answer. “I think we should do it.” He stated, turning to you fully. You were still stuck on the word we, but you were still excited. “I can’t wait then.” You smiled to him, happy about what was to come.

~~~END~~~

Please tell me what you think so far!

#TARS #interstellar #interstellar x reader #TARS x reader #interstellar TARS x reader #x reader #life with TARS

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🦝 You know I enjoy some family fond content here and there but Toh is so overloaded with that it makes my eyes roll

And I would've just ignored it if the family fond wasn't SO focused only on the owl group. Like I'd would've prefer Hunter to stay with Darius honestly not become a Noceda, I don't get why would he opt for a family in a different realm with no connection (besides Luz) than with someone who served under the same regime as him and can understand him to a degree. Darius mentioned his mentor being the old golden guard so shouldn't that have been a settling for their bond? (And for a better character arc for Hunter to question the emperor, and work with Darius). Him and Luz aren't even that similar, nor do I understand the forced sibling bond on them. Sure they both can't use magic but Luz is a human from a realm in which is a normal thing, Hunter was an odd one out there as a witch to not use magic for all his life, the struggle is not the same. They also have nothing in common besides hating Belos.

I just dislike why everything has to be tied on the main cast/good guys, (Luz) in some way. Why can't Amity focus on her issues with her family, or her father, without Luz's intervention? Why can't Hunter establish any relations outside Luz, (I don't count Willow, that was bulls and random) Also why need her to give him the eye opener to Belos's true nature when Darius was right there?

Luz and Eda (and Hooty/king) have their own thing going on. Camila and Vee have their own thing, Amity should've had it too with her fam (Willow would've been the only one making a connection between her and Luz, cause let's be honest she was basically a stranger in the owl house even after the ship sailed). Hunter and Darius should've had it as well, maybe with Raine coming along.

Idk how to explain this thing... but I guess each group to their own struggles and priorities. Luz's wanting to bring Belos down makes sense for her and her "team" let's say but from the outcast perspective. Hunter should've been somewhere in a grey area for obvious reasons, planning an opposition maybe but still serving for some time. (If Belos was written better we could've had more grey areas to work with). Amity, as weird as it sound, should've been the one in doubt, since she witnessed only the benefit of the coven system. Vee and Camilla shouldn't have anything to do with this but we could've got better conflict between Luz and Camila. And Since nothing is ever done with Gus and Willow, these two should've also made connections on their own, maybe in school.

Making most characters agreeing with Luz fighting Belos makes the conflict appear black and white, good vs bad. It doesn't help we never get some insight on the "bad" side about why supporting Belos or going against the "good", they just do (and Odalia is the worst case), they're just one dimensional. I guess it would've been ok IF the lore wasn't so complex, cause why even bother redeeming characters if everything is black and white? Why bother creating the coven system if no one should question it? They could've made a genocide method without so much thought put into it. Why give Belos lore if he's suppose to be this one dimensional villain who does bad just because?

I think I trailed off the main subject but still, this big mess of a "family" gives me a headache. Just drop the last episode where the collector joins them and defeats Belos, we all know how it'll end 🙄

I vented more than asking... umm, ig you can tell me about this inherently "good vs bad" direction the show seems to take with it's characters and it's "misunderstood" characters.

I'm not going to respond to each part individually but kind of just the main complaint I can find in it. TOH has an identity crises. It doesn't know if it wants to be a school romance, an action adventure comedy or a semi-high fantasy drama. It wants the grand plot of a high fantasy story with fighting off armies and squads of an evil emperor's goons. It wants the romance and setting of a high school slice of life but it feels like to be accepted by places, it also decided to be an adventure comedy that focused on subversive humor of fantasy tropes for its comedy. These aren't really genres that go together without a VERY deft hand and a fuck ton of planning. TOH feels like it had neither and there are signs as early as season 1 for that, especially because it doesn't seem to ever consider the ramifications of a joke still having to make sense in universe. So... You have a LOT of different character arcs that only interact with specific portions of the show and cannot, or will not, interact with other parts. So these aspects have to be dealt with slowly because at best, they move forward half an episode at a time. Any episode that has only one plot means only a third of the show is moving forward. And, worse yet, any filler or basic episode like the ones people usually say are weaker in S1, NOTHING gets moved forward. In a series as fucked up as that, you do need some sort of cohesion. And the only one that really is possible is Luz. The main character. Hunter does this a bit but in an awkward way in retrospect because... Why does anyone become Hunter's friend? Besides "You're sad so I guess I have to be regardless of your bigotry or terrible actions." Luz is really bad at being the glue that holds everything together. She cares too much about herself to ever go look for Willow or Gus (I think literally the only time she does that is to ask Gus for his library card to go see AMITY... And for selfish reasons with the portal. Important but selfish reasons). She mocks King and Hooty as much as anyone else does so their arcs are SoL. Eda actually gets a lot of time doing things FOR Luz even without Luz and its shocking how little time they spend in S1 together. It gets worse though. Luz doesn't care about Amity's parents in the context of Amity, she literally never interacts with Amity about it, her fears, ANYTHING and is removed by a pretty dumb excuse in Reaching Out SPECIFICALLY TO AVOID INTERACTING WITH THAT PLOT so there never can be anytime dedicated to it because Luz will never dedicate time to it. Even when she does confront them, it's about her, Willow and Gus. Not Amity. And kind of in general this is just a problem with the writing. Because Luz is the focal point and Luz doesn't actually care about other people's problems, very rarely interacts with them in a proper way, (most of the time she gets involved in something not motivated by selfish desire, it's either directly her fault and guilt is hardly a noble motive, or because she gets roped into it entirely on accident) etc. like that, you have a lot of arcs that just can't go anywhere. Not naturally at least. So we can tease other relationships and the like but unless it's with Hunter, Luz or MAYBE Eda, you're just out of luck. You're just a pawn to get whatever the writers need done and that's an AWFUL way to treat your characters. But when your story doesn't have an identity, how can those characters? Sorry if this only somewhat ended up addressing your question.

#TOH #Rambles

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A Clash of Kings - 09 ARYA III (pages 124-131)

Arya and co. continue northward, find some lowkey and not so lowkey hostility, traces of the war, and two traumatized survivors, one of whom even survives the chapter.

Meanwhile, after serious deliberation, the Reader has decided that anyone who leaves toxic comments or stan fighting in the comments or reblogs, will be blocked. I am not here for it.

Then he'd go off to polish his helm. It was a beautiful helm, rounded and curved, with a slit visor and two great metal bull's horns. Arya would watch him polish the metal with an oilcloth, shining it so bright you could see the flames of the cookfire reflected in the steel. Yet never did he actually put it on his head.

Something about the way the reads, had me thinking he's basically always off polishing his helm, and that if he's not careful he's going to wear the metal out.

Outside a holdfast called Briarwhite, some field hands surrounded them in a cornfield, demanding coin for the ears they'd taken. Yoren eyed their scythes and tossed them a few coppers. "Time was, a man in black was feasted from Dorne to Winterfell, and even high lords called it an honor to shelter him under their roofs," he said bitterly. "Now cravens like you want hard coin for a bite of wormy apple."

I for one would be interested in reading about the decline of the Night's Watch, its withering popularity and respect. Where there certain rulers who had part, certain events? What did cause this cultural shift of opinion? One thing? Lots of things? Just time?

"I'm scared," Hot Pie murmured, when he saw the one-armed woman thrashing in the wagon. "Me too," Arya confessed. He squeezed her shoulder. "I never truly kicked no boy to death, Arry. I just sold my mummy's pies, is all."

Ahh, bonding.

The one-armed woman died at evenfall. Gendry and Cutjack dug her a grave on a hillside beneath a weeping willow. When the wind blew, Arya thought she could hear the long tailing branches whispering, "Please. Please. Please." The little hairs on the back of her neck rose, and she almost ran from the graveside.

Well this is reminding me of things. Msotly Ned and his "promise me" flashbacks. and also a folktale I can't really remember about a king's mistress who was murdered and had her body buried on the river back where reeds grew to cover all traces, and a traveling musician who cut a reed to make a flute which played no music only the whispers of the dead woman "the queen has killed me."

This is one of those things though, that, while horrifying in actuality, delightfully blurs the line of "Starks had greenseer/wolf blood, Arya might actually be hearing a ghost" and "Arya's been listening to this woman's pleas all day and is trying to suppress the trauma but her brain is stuck on the audio file."

Then she saw the eyes shining out from the wood, bright with reflected moonlight. Her belly clenched tight as she grabbed for Needle, not caring if she pissed herself, counting eyes, two four eight twelve, a whole pack... One of them came padding out from under the trees. He stared at her, and bared his teeth, and all she could think was how stupid she'd been and how Hot Pie would gloat when they found her half-eaten body the next morning. But the wolf turned and raced back into the darkness, and quick as that the eyes were gone.

Kinda gotta wonder if they knew Arya through Nymeria, and that's why they left her be. I mean I assume this is one of Nymeria's packs, the group is close to the Gods Eye at this point, where the packs are roaming.

The sourleaf had turned his spit red, so it looked like his mouth was bleeding. ... "Been bringing men to the Wall for close on thirty years." Froth shone on Yoren's lips, like bubbles of blood. "All that time, I only lost three. (...) Three in thirty years." He spat out the old sourleaf. "A ship now, might have been wiser. No chance o' finding more men on the way, but still... clever man, he'd go by ship, but me... thirty years I been taking this kingsroad." He sheathed his dirk. "Go to sleep, boy. Hear me?" She did try. Yet as she lay under her thin blanket, she could hear the wolves howling... and another sound, fainter, no more than a whisper on the wind, that might have been screams.

🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️Oh wow, look at all these deathflags, it's almost like the group is hurtling headlong into death, and bad times at the not-okay-corral. 🙃

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #arya stark #a chapter a day reading #acok #asoiaf

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aeonianarchives · 1 year

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What emojis would you assign to your mutuals and why? Pass it on, share the fun 💫💞

Honestly Idk most my Mutuals the only one i really interact is, is U Tara 😬

well not the only one you are the only one, I need to get better at interacting with my Mutuals 😅 but i'm the person who normally waits for the other person to text first.

ALSO WHEN DID I HIT 300 FOLLOWERS HOLY SHIT Tara why did u make me realize 300 give some more follow me for the random crap I make.

Some of my mutuals scare me with how talented they are for those Mutuals 😱😨😬 - why are you on this little blog of mine, i made as a dare most of you are so much better than I am especially the Artists that i am Mutuals with even if we do not talk.

@eunoiaastralwings - my dear mutual who is like the only one i interact with and i am comfortable being a dumbass infront off with my bull shit: 💖✨🍁

You just give me sparkly vibes and their are 3 of them like the Silmarils the precouis Silmarils U R Nerdanel's Silmarils but she won't go as Batshit crazy as Fëanor did over his he emotionally unstable individual who needs anger management and like his Silmarils u r precious and a treasure to this world, and heart because their r no finger heart emoji's but i want to smother u in platonic affection because you deserve it, you give me massive fall vibes

@elablackcat- I think ur tags r still broke if not the earth says hello tis ur scavenger writer, ik we mostly interact over discord: ⚔️✉️🐈‍⬛

You are also amazing and I also give you finger hearts, you impress me a lot you always have such good ideas i always nick em and end up writing them for u a dream most people wish their fanfics write em selves yours do most of the time, you give me black cat vibes and it is in ur username so /shrug, also you are the reason i write so much for Glorf x Thel x Lindir if i didn't have someone who i knew would like it i don't think i would of even start writing for that soft boy ship you have made me write for so many ships that i wouldn't write before because before they were self indulgent and for that fact i thank you.

I will try and get better with interacting with my mutual this ask game made me realize i am somewhat shit at it.

To all my Mutuals even if i don't interact with you I love you /Platonic

for all of my mutuals have head pats.

#tara is a silmaril change my mind you can't not even u tara don't try #mutuals #i love my mutuals #ask game

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loosesodamarble · 2 years

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All the questions for Helia

Here we are, the last of the "answering all questions in one go" oc asks!

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1. What inspired you to create your oc?

"Magic is everything." That line seems to rule the world that Black Clover takes place in. So I thought "what if there was one place where people didn't use magic?" From there, I decided to make a character who grew up in an environment despite having strong magic and it had a negative side effect on their magic development.

2. Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

First off, I just wanted to create a character who was outright pretty. You look at her and go "she's the pretty one in the friend group." Out of all my ocs (Black Clover or otherwise), Helia is and forever will be the prettiest of them (only rivaled by her own twin brother).

I gave Helia her blond hair because she is named for the sun and has a bright personality. She's got green eyes for her connection to nature as well as to put a darker color to contrast her bright hair. And speaking of darker color, I really wanted Helia to be a darker-skinned, "sun-kissed" character to set her apart from most of the rest of Black Clover's cast.

Her features give her a good contrast with her love interest, Nozel. His silver hair against her golden hair. He's fair-skinned while she's darker skinned. His eye color is a pale shade of purple while hers is a deep, dark green. However, it wasn't intentional. The contrast I accidentally created was one of the reasons I began shipping them actually.

3. What is the origin of the character’s name?

Helia's name comes from Helios, the Greek god and personification of the sun. I took off the "s" and turned "o" to "a" to make it a feminine name.

4. Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?

Like I said in the post about Selen, I wanted to inverse the male-sun, female-moon dynamic, thus the female twin is named for the sun.

And as I said before, in-universe, Estrelle gave her twin children names based on the sun and moon to match her own star-related name.

5. What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What’s the in-universe reason?

Helia's magic attribute is Flora Magic, plants with some seasonal themes thrown in to slightly differentiate it from regular Plant Magic. Like Selen, Helia's mana level is at the same place as Nozel's.

I gave Helia Flora Magic because I wanted to create a magic that would be pretty to look at and could easily be given a fae theming since I was just vibing with fae aesthetics at the time.

And as I said with Selen, twins having complementary magic attributes has been seen twice and I decided to roll with it like a trend. And her mana amount has the same factors as Selen: exposure to the mana in a strong magic region while in the womb, being born to a noble family, and keeping some of the mana from her elf possession.

6. What are the weaknesses in their power? Why did you give them their weaknesses? What’s the in-universe reason?

Early on, Helia's biggest weakness is her lack of control, specifically over how much mana she expends at a single time. Before buckling down and seriously training with the Black Bulls, Helia tended to just throw out all her magic and spend all her mana on one spell. Pretty bad. Other major weaknesses of hers are metal or poison based magic attributes.

Like I said earlier, I wanted to explore the idea of strong magic being stunted. We have an example of what it would look like in canon through Noelle but that's about her aim. So I decided to make Helia's issue regulating how much energy she uses. She gets a handle on it little by little, slowly learning how to divide up her mana until she can instinctively control her output. And well, the elemental weaknesses just make sense as poisons kill plants and metals are more resistant to bring broken down by plants than earth or stone.

Within the story, Helia's poor mana control stems from living in Tillespire which disallows the use of magic. She was there from age six to nineteen so she's long out of practice by the time she reaches the mainland. Not only that, but she doesn't get her grimoire right away. Selen happened to figure out which grimoire in a grimoire tower was hers and just took it with him thinking he'd give it to her eventually. Helia would find her grimoire in the depths of the Drehinde Jungle (before Asta and Noelle's joining) and that's when her training began in earnest.

7. Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

Helia's greatest strengths are her optimism and friendliness. Helia's much like Asta in that she doesn't give into pessimism easily, she always wants to hope for better things. And she's friendly enough to try reaching out to anyone she meets. Skill-wise, she's talented with a lyre, dances, and can ride on horseback.

Honestly, I think making Helia an optimistic person was a subconscious choice because my "main oc" for my other fandoms have sad outlooks on their lives and are bad with people. Thus, Helia is positive and sociable. Her skills are what they are because, well, I wanted to give Helia elegant but still freeing talents. Helia can walk or even do simple dances while holding a lyre and I can't get the image of Helia riding fast with the wind in her hair out of my head.

The reasons in-universe for Helia's skills are that she learned the lyre from her father, picked up folk dances and a bit of the waltz at festivals on Tillespire, and riding horses was the fastest way to get around since there were no brooms on the island. One of Helia's spells even creates a horse-like steed to ride, showing her preference for land travel instead of flight. The reason for her positive outlook on life is because she wanted to

8. Does your oc have any notable flaws or activities they’re not good at? Why did you give them those flaws? Why do they exist in-universe?

Her big mouth tends to hurt her in social or more personal, delicate situations, and related, she can't keep secrets. She also tends to be too openly trusting towards other people. Activities she's bad at include cooking, arguing, drawing, and cleaning.

If I was going make Helia a friendly chatterbox, I needed that to be a weakness of some kind, thus she's overly trusting, can talk in the wrong situations, or blab without meaning to. And I decided to make her bad at some domestic chores because I already have plenty of ocs who are good at that, she's already got artistic skills with her instrument and dancing so I decided to make her a bad artist to balance. And I say arguing in the sense of coming up with logical reason and countering other people's arguments.

Despite growing up with a commoner lifestyle, Helia never really got the lessons drilled into her head. Plus she's a little lazy. She can't season food well to save her life and she tends to just throw things around her room instead of organizing. Being as emotionally driven as she is, Helia's bad at coming up arguments or counter-arguments. And Helia probably never picked up drawing because she was busy learning the lyre. As for her blabbermouth, she's so open with herself that she might subconsciously think that everyone ought to be that open which is why secrets are hard to keep. And I'd say her issue of trusting everyone is perhaps her overcompensating for Selen's lack of trust in people. She'd like to believe that most people are good so even if she gets betrayed one... two... twenty times, most people are decent. Right?

9. In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?

Helia is the kind of team member who keeps morale high even in tough situations. She knows the people around her are strong and won't let them forget that. She'd be the one to tell Noelle to keep working on her aim because she can and will get it eventually. She'd tell Grey that her face is super cute and she's very kind so there's nothing to be shy about. Helia is there to remind Finral that he's going to be the kind of man who can take care of Finesse. In a way, she's the Black Bulls' cheerleader.

She's also a big sister, though she plays the role differently from Vanessa. While Vanessa tends to be more laid back and teasing, Helia is doting to the point of being overwhelming. She's also the kind of sister who takes you out to her favorite hang out spots, like arcades or coffee shops because she'd love for her family to see a part of her world and potentially enjoy it too.

10. What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

Helia may be a ditz but she's not totally unaware. I like that she pays enough attention to people to pick up their feelings or the tensions between them (all except Nozel's romantic attraction to her, darn it). She'd realize that Luck and Magna are friends before either of them have their own epiphanies, she recognizes how there's this unspoken want to be close from Noelle and Nozel, and appreciate Gordon's friendliness when it isn't apparent to others. But just because she can read a room doesn't mean she knows how to interact with it properly.

11. What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc?

The fact that Helia is more reactive than active as a character. I dunno, I just have a hard time imagining her having that much initiative outside of a romantic context. I know heroes in fiction are usually reactive to the actions of the enemy, but even in personal matters, I don't have Helia act of her own volition. I don't know what else to say really.

12. Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters?

Finral. These two are bi disasters who platonically flirt with each other and support each other's romantic endeavors. They'd have a light-hearted dynamic, hyping each other up in the day-to-day or on missions.

Noelle. They're like sisters. They bond over trying to master their magic control. And while Noelle struggles with being upfront about her feelings, Helia is unabashed about sharing hers. That alone would be fun dynamic.

Kirsch. He would find Helia's magic very beautiful and Helia would admire Kirsch's skillfulness on the battlefield. Perhaps his biggest complaint is how she lets herself get dirty so easily.

13. Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters?

Luck. It's not that either really dislike each other but they just don't synchronize. Both are energetic but Helia uses her energy to chat people up and party while Luck's energy goes into fighting. There's no ill-will, simply a lack of synergy.

Charlotte. It's the unstoppable force of Helia's shipping heart versus the immovable object of Charlotte's inability to confess that creates conflict between the women.

Nacht. It's mostly Nacht who doesn't like Helia but she also wouldn't have a high opinion of him after enough time. She's far too optimistic and energetic for him, and he's a downer more often than not which would grate on Helia.

William. Helia enemy number one. When she heard rumors about why William covers his face, her response was "well an ugly face is preferable to an ugly personality." Not the best way to put it but William would've appreciated the notion. And so William tried his hand at romancing Helia to have a sunshine woman in his life. However, come the day when Patry puts his reincarnation plans into motion, he has William invite Helia to the Golden Dawn base for a date, only for William to be a no show. Helia doesn't get much time to be mad though as the elf Leahn reincarnates into her body. When Helia finds out William had tricked her using romance, she's beyond enraged.

Patry. Due to his involvement in taking Selen away and the date ruse, Patry also ends up disliked by Helia. But not as severely since she never had a good rapport with him the way she did with William.

14. Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why?

Helia's endgame is Nozel. I mentioned earlier that their physical contrast is one reason why I began shipping them but also for their personality differences. Nozel is disciplined while Helia is largely unrestrained. She's warm and wears her heart on her sleeve. He's cold and closely guards his feelings. Flora Magic is all about nature while a metal-based attribute like Mercury Magic is a departure from nature. There's a lot about each other that contrast and thus they balance one another out.

15. How does your oc interact with the canon narrative? What about it do they change?

Helia's biggest contribution to the plot is kind of speeding along Noelle and Nozel's reconciliation.

Prior to canon events, Helia would send Nozel letters complimenting him for his accomplishments and generally reaching out in a friendly/flirty way. For the longest time, Nozel never answers. The letters shift tone when Noelle joins the Bulls and Helia promises to keep Nozel updated on what Noelle does. That's when a genuine correspondence happens. Through the letters, Nozel learns about Noelle's efforts and struggles. He begins to regret not being the one to help Noelle grow. And Helia outright says to Nozel in one letter, "It's obvious to me that you care. Why not make it obvious to Noelle, too?" This would definitely be after the capital attack since Nozel can't have an epiphany before then.

With Noelle, Helia acts like the big sister Noelle didn't really get to have back at House Silva. Noelle gets a little jealous seeing Helia and Selen make up so easily which Helia does notice and they talk it out. Helia doesn't say to forgive her siblings right away but suggests that Noelle look for understanding at least. It's that conversation and Helia's support that does help Noelle find to resolve to save their siblings for the sake of family, because she finally understands that they too can be scared and helpless.

Helia also assists in Noelle's romantic endeavors with Asta. She'd make sure they sit together during meals, point out Noelle's amazing qualities to Asta, and generally nudge them together!

16. What aspect(s) of the universe’s lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe?

As I said with Selen, the biggest world lore change brought along by Helia's presence is the existence of Tillespire. It's a place that doesn't use magic due to generations of control and propaganda on the peasants and commoners who live there.

17. List/describe up to five tropes that apply to your oc. They could be related to the oc’s characterization or their narrative arc.

-Hair of Gold, Heart of Gold: Helia has bright blond hair is a sweetheart 99% of the time. -Florence Nightingale Effect: something about seeing Helia heal or being healed by her gets Nozel's heart beating faster. -Green Thumb: her magic is plant-based so of course Helia fits this trope. -She Cleans up Nicely: Helia has no qualms with getting leaves in her hair or walking through mud but her looks when she goes all out to dress is leagues apart from her day-to-day appearance.

18. Imagine meeting your oc. What would you want to say to them or do with them?

Helia is a strong extrovert while I am firmly an introvert. She would be the one dragging me around to socialize and chatting my ear off. I'd probably be exhausted within an hour since I have zero socializing stamina. I'd probably manage to tell her how I admire her optimism. I try to be but sometimes I can get down on myself so the fact that she keeps it up so easily is cool to me.

19. How might your oc react to finding out you are the one responsible for their life?

"Why would you do that to me? To my family?" Helia would be shocked for sure and a little offended. But since I didn't trick her and don't make light of romance, I wouldn't earn her full rage. She'd get pretty moody about it, unsure how to really feel about someone who created her but also gave her a difficult life to overcome. She'd look on the bright side, because at least she has her family by birth and among the Bulls.

20. Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn’t expect to make.

Not Helia specifically but related to her backstory: I initially had the idea of creating an arc set in Tillespire which would involve the Bulls preventing the authorities over Tillespire from kidnapping Asta to abuse the powers of anti-magic.

Also, I might've originally played with the idea of there being fairies, full-blooded fey, on the island of Tillespire which would explain some of Helia's fey-themed spells.

#questions from the ask box #helia nymvire #black clover oc #black clover #soda's ocs #soda asides #camy the chaos queen #bombing my inbox with a bunch of oc asks because i played one step ahead you #for shame girl i thought you were better than this/lh

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deepspacedukat · 2 years

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Okay so i decided to give a name and look to the human counter part of Soven the vulcan. (Soven has tanned skin, jet black hair, aquamarine blue eyes, 6ft 1”) Then you have Melody Steorra (pale skin, platinum blonde hair, emerald green eyes, 5ft 6”) 😂 yes i know what im doing with the size difference. Im loving these two the more i start thinking and writing about them.

*Soven and Melody talking about survival situations that could come up in future missions*

Soven: -and that is why if you are trapped in a hallway during a fire on the ship you want to find a maintenance tunnel or air duct that can be sealed off from the area that has caught fire.

Melody: Huh, very…informative thanks for sharing.

Soven: You are welcome. However I would have informed you without prompt as this is important survival information that I believe you should know.

Melody: “…”

Soven: *nods and goes back to his data pad*

Melody: Hey Soven?

Soven: Yes?

Melody: What would you do if I was kidnapped by the enemy and in exchange they wanted information about something vital? Like possible weak points in the ship or etc etc?

Soven: There is an old Vulcan proverb that states the needs of many outweigh the needs of the few. I believe the answer is clear the crew cannot be put at risk for one person including you. <he says knowing full well how big of a lie that is and how he would go bat sh*t if anyone where to try and pull anything like that with Melody> The loss of life is to be mourned but only if the life is wasted, the safety of the collective crew would not be a waste of life. <Translation no matter what he was taught as a child on Vulcan he would never forgive himself if he lost her>

Melody: WoOow you literally could be a Jedi. Alright if that’s how you feel Obi Wan Kenobi don’t come crying to me when I die like Satine because of your high and mighty Bull crap.

Soven: I do not understand. What is a Jedi and who is Obi Wan…Cannoli?

Melody: …Did you-did you just…? *leaves the room crying from laughter*

Soven: *he talks quietly to himself once the door closes*

Soven: You are right I would not be able to leave you behind Melody. I lost you once, never again.

*flashback to a memory of the incident three months ago when Melody was MIA. Everyone including him thought the Xindi killed her in battle and he broke down hugging the sweater she left in his room and inhaling her scent trying to cement it to memory knowing that the perfume would fade.”

UM. YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE ME EMOTIONAL LIKE THAT. (I'm joking, obviously, of course you are.) Holy shit that's so cute though!!!! <3 Excuse me while I melt over those two!!!

That last paragraph in particular made my heart explode. Omg, I absolutely love what you've come up with!!!! Also the height difference is lovely and perfect and 10000/10 *chef's kiss* I ship Melody and Soven SO FUCKING HARD.

#deepspacedukat asks #melody x soven

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folatefangirl · 2 years

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BELLA FOR THE MEME PLZ

Full Name: Isabella ~~Gurl, Slay~~ Marie Swan Gender and Sexuality: Girl/Futch to Butch Lesbean Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: Human Superpowered Vampire Slayer Birthplace and Birthdate: September 13, 1987 in Forks, Washington Guilty Pleasures: energy drinks, doomscrolling, Norwegian black metal Phobias: losing her powers, claustrophobia, rejection by the people she trusts wholly What They Would Be Famous For: Stopping a lot of humans from being murdered/solving cases the cops don't care about/being a Vampire Slayer who takes no shit. What They Would Get Arrested For: In this police state society, what can't cops arrest you for anymore? 🙃 But realistically, probably for meddling with cop affairs too much since they'd see her as a vigilante and also if she ever fucked up and harmed someone in the process of doing what she wants to do in her capacity as a Slayer. Think of how much damage superheroes accidentally cause while fighting villains and then consider how real people would respond. (Lulzy concept from this? Slayer Liability Insurance lmao.) OC You Ship Them With: Not an OC but it's pretty clear she's being paired off with Leah Clearwater lmao. Sorry, Belice shippers. OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Again, not an OC, but uhhh. Edward Cullen. 👀 Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Supernatural Thrillers or Crime Thrillers or True Crime (NOT Romance. 0/10 for Bella with romance novels, especially vampire romances. Ew.) Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: The female protagonist is helpless and can't save herself and must rely on A Man^TM to rescue her. Talents and/or Powers: Basically all the Slayer superpowers. Enhanced strength, speed, reflexes, other senses. Pretty sure I also kind of implied she has an abnormally good memory by accident. Marginally related to the above, but she'd probably be pretty darn good at (mechanical) bull riding. (I mean, probably real bull riding, too, but there's ethical issues with that sport). Why Someone Might Love Them: She's very confident in herself and what she can do and seems very strong because she internalizes any self-doubt and insecurities and any weaknesses as much as she can. She's conventionally attractive and physically fit and cares a lot about protecting those who are weaker than herself and sees it as her duty, as something that comes with the job of being a Slayer. She'll only let those who are closest to her see her soft side or any vulnerabilities. Why Someone Might Hate Them: Relates to the above, actually. She's very stubborn and can get fixated on doing certain things her way, which can come across as controlling and frustrating if people disagree. She's also not fond of expressing emotions (besides the angry ones), which probably discomforts people who prefer people who are emotionally truthful and not emotionally constipated. Also presumably people hate her for trying to kill them because they're vampires. Oops. How They Change: My intent in the story is to show how she becomes softer over time as she learns to process the hurt she's experienced (rejection from both sides of your family at a very young age sucks majorly) and express herself better. At the start of the story, she's in the mindset that if she lets herself feel hurt, then she is accepting that she can be hurt and that it will be a catastrophe since people will seize upon her weakness and destroy her, essentially. And then Giles and the council and other slayers will reject her, too. She's very wrapped up in her identity as a Slayer because it's basically all she's ever known. Why You Love Them: I love Bella because she's my Bella and no one else's, and admittedly I'm using her to process some of my own traumas as a queer ExMormon who had these books pushed on me as a kid. I also stole some personality traits from my older sisters, who I admire very much (they raised me in a lot of ways), so I think she's a pretty cool badass and that might explain part of the decision to make Jacob Black a younger sibling figure instead of someone who's interested in her romantically, in case anyone is wondering about that change. Admittedly, it's very vindicating and fun to rewrite a story with a lot of toxic ideas and be like "um no, fuck that" and reclaim it for yourself and also use it as a platform for good things such as the Move to Higher Ground campaign.

Thanks for the ask! This put to mind some things I hadn't quite expressed in my notes or outline for this fic (which someday I do hope to finish lmao).

#thanks for the ask #sunnyforks #bella swan #twilight #ask game #byjillianmaria

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thoughtsthatstray · 1 year

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The Night Before Thanksgiving Part 10

2022 Part 10 Written 11/23/22

This one will be rather short. Not even sure what to type. I’ve probably said that before here too, and it’s more out of a meaningless tradition that I’m sitting here punching this keyboard.

One thing of note, I sit here at 50 years (damn that sounds old), and I was carded today buying two six packs of beer at the grocery store. I told the clerk she must be looking for a tip... She asked why, I said this hasn’t happened in awhile. So I asked her to guess as I pulled the ID out of the wallet. She said. I don’t know.. 35-40... So I guess I’ll take it...

I can’t help but think of days of old and meeting up at the steakhouse, but that ship has sailed. Many times over. I’ve had some strange dreams recently that I haven’t been able to document due to just having fragments when I wake up, which really sucks...

Not too long ago I was looking in two different mirrors and one I guess had more natural lighting and in it my hair had a lot more salt added to the pepper. It reminded me of the Don Henley line:

Ever since I was 26 years old I’ve felt like I was on the backend of my life. Maybe I’m wrong and I hit that mid point a few years ago, or if it is a few years from now, then I guess that means I’ll be a cranky 104 curmudgeon at some point. I guess I’ll wear it like a crown if it comes to pass.

Happy Thanksgiving to anyone that actually reads this or any of the previous installments.

Previous installments below:

2013 Part 1

thoughtsthatstray: Written 11/27/13

The night before Thanksgiving used to be one of my favorite nights of the year. Back in my hometown, it was a night when friends would gather at one of the few watering holes where said friends could share some adult beverages.

We’d usually start off at one place with dinner and beers. Note there was an s on the end of the word beer, but then we’d cross the street to a new place that had karaoke, more BEER, and more old friends. Well, truth be told a few old enemies would pop in here and there.

We’d share some memories, stretch some truths, tell some lies, and it was fun seeing old friends. Of course it was fun seeing old flames too. We’d have a ball, signing each other up for the previously mentioned karaoke and trying to find the most fucked up song or funniest song for them to sing. Oh how I wish it were modern day where every cell phone had a video, because watching an ole ball coach singing “Funky Cold Medina” or “Brickhouse” as his long hair swayed and his hairy little nubby feet attempted a bit of a drunken dance. Oh I’d pay good money to have footage of that, but of course if that were modern day, seeing a coach/teacher slightly intoxicated on youtube or some other form of social media would be grounds for his dismissal which is bullshit, since he was simply an adult having some fun with other adults. Like I said I would pay good money (if I had good money) to see that footage once again.

You’d see faces pop in of people you hadn’t seen since high school, or hadn’t seen in quite some time You’d see a bombshell walk through the door and you are like well I could always see some cuteness in that awkward teen from years ago. Of course at the end of the night you’d have the same two or three guys trying to sneak out on a bar bill. At times you’d have a group of them trying to bribe someone into trying to get on top of the bull in the corral. Yes, an actual bull in an actual corral out in front of the steakhouse. He wasn’t there long, but he was there.

An ex would walk up and whisper in your ear, “I’ve got something to show you”, and you simply respond what’s that? While she says come out here and you walk to the back side of the building and she takes your hand and slides it down her pants and you feel her freshly shaved pussy, which was definitely new. You make plans for Black Friday to spend the day fucking like you used to.

As I said, you hear some old stories, that 55 yard touchdown was up to about 63. You argue about beating a rival 43-34 when some former teammate is swearing on his Momma that it was 43-30. You simply say, look, I know what it was. That is my pin # and has been ever since. You flag down another teammate and he confirms that it was 43-34, and then he gives the other guy a hard time for forgetting it.

At this point you are 15-20 beers into the night and you know you could very well drink another dozen or so if the bar wasn’t closing. You crawl into a minivan which was basically a shuttle service. You drop the old ball coach off at his miniature mansion and tell him to cut his hair. He flips the group off with that stumpy middle finger and then he waves.

You come home, crawl into bed and think about the night. You think about the memories, you think about that freshly shaved pussy.

Oh I sure miss those days.

2014 Part 2

thoughtsthatstray: Written 11/26/2014

It’s still one of the things I miss about my hometown. I don’t miss much, but I miss my friends, the old haunts, the stories that stretch the truth from time to time. Someone bringing up a time at party and someone trying to deny it ever happened. As I said in the original post it was a time for friends to see friends. That is/was one of the beauties about a small town. A part of it you didn’t really respect or understand completely when you were there.

I no longer have ties to my home town other than a few friends, with my parents being gone, and having moved away quite some time ago. A small part of me regrets leaving, but the majority of me is glad that I did.

Memories don’t die, but they sure can fade away.

2015 part 3

thoughtsthatstray: Written 11/25/2015

I wouldn’t call it writer’s block, I’d call it just not in the mood to reminisce. With that said, I’ll give it a shot, since this become some annual ritual. I do know I’ll be tracking down the Ron Green(former Charlotte Observer columnist) annual Thanksgiving article tomorrow.

Earlier tonight on the back deck while grilling some burgers I thought of some old friends, some old times. That made me remember that I have really neglected my YD&B side blog, but that happens.

Thoughts drift back 18-20-22 years. Thoughts drift to better times, happier times. Maybe it was being more carefree, not fully understanding responsibilities. Then it reminded me of a quote from a book I read this year year. “This is Where I Leave You” by Jonathan Tropper, it was made into a movie which was decent, but the book was better as books often are. I know I shared the quote, but here it is again.

The last time I saw most of my old friends was the summer of 2014 at the funeral of one their father’s. While I sit here typing this, half thankful that I’m not there at the moment, I know it would be like that July night. Wouldn’t miss a beat and it would be like old times. Telling stories, sharing memories, laughing till you are about to choke on a beer. So I’m torn. Part of me wishes I was there instead of typing this, but another part is glad that I’m not. The dreadfully sad part of it is that is one a handful of times that I’ve actually enjoyed myself. Past > Present, with the future yet to be in the equation. Really sucks.

It really sucks knowing that the next time I’ll likely see most of them will be at another funeral. But that is how the cookie crumbles at times.

2016 Part 4

thoughtsthatstray: Written 11/23/2016

This is the 4th time I’ve sat here on Thanksgiving Eve slapping these keys trying to make sense. 2013, 2014, and 2015 can be found below.

Tonight, I had the opportunity to go back to my home town and hang out with some old friends, but I had to pass. I didn’t trust my car to drive the 30-35 minutes to Statesville to ride the rest of the way with another friend. I don’t trust it to go much further than the short trips that I generally take. It has two issues on it’s to-fix-list. One was quoted out at about 1k(and hopefully will be addressed shortly) the other yet to be determined. I’ve already thrown about 400 at that particular problem and that didn’t fix it. It’s frustrating. But, to be brutally honest, I could have had a 2017 whatever with 17 miles sitting in the drive way and I can’t promise that I would have gone. Well, maybe I wouldn’t be in the same mindset if the 2017 whatever was sitting outside.

This is where I could easily insert that Jonathan Tropper quote. Maybe it should just be my mantra, but it fits. If I didn’t mention it last year, I would quote it again, but if you read this whole jumbled cluster of letters you’ll see it, or you can click here.

It would have been nice to see them. In this little snippet from last year, I also wrote about the last time I saw them. I could quote that again since that hasn’t changed either. But it would have been nice to sit around with a cold beer or four and catch up, and spend some time with them.

Maybe I’ll wake up one day soon and shake myself out of this funk. I’m picturing a 75lb puppy coming out of a river and drying himself off. Maybe that would work.

I guess when I finish this I’ll sit down and read back through the previous 3 entries and I wish I could say I feel like I’m in a better place, physically, mentally, emotionally, etc, but that would be spitting lies.

I think at one point I made a post about being thankful for having an imagination but in the end, it might be negative thing. Hard to tell.

The night before Thanksgiving used to be a part of the Holiday festivities. Now it’s just a Wednesday.

2017 Part 5

thoughtsthatstray: Written 11/22/2017

I’m sitting here typing this, mostly forcing myself to get something down, and It will be shorter than the others. I just have a haunted feeling engulfing my mind after reading through the previous 4 installments. Sitting back with last year’s installment knowing had I made that journey I would have had at least one more night with a good friend who took his life over the summer. That is hard to reconcile. I’m not thinking that the one night would have changed anything. There were a number of other friends at the get together, but selfishly it would have been a night where stories would have been shared. Memories rekindled and shared. …..A moment that is gone, that never was…. kinda reminds me of the Springsteen line:

Again,hard to reconcile and process.

Oh and those Jonathan Tropper quotes still ring true:

2018 Part 6

thoughtsthatstray: Written 11/21/18

Sitting here beating on this keyboard. Trying to add something to this collection of whatever you call it. It’s hard for my mind not to drift to friends and family that have been lost and that are no longer with us.

I still have some regret about not taking that trip in 2016. Maybe it would have made a difference in the events that happened the following June 1st, but I doubt it. I’m sure we would have told some stories, some lies and stretched the truth like it was an old Stretch Armstrong toy. That is par for the course. The 138 yards rushing against a rival football team stretches to 171. The 51-8 ass beating of the 5th ranked team in the state will stay 51-8 since that is stamped deep in the brain.

I’ll wake up, fix some coffee and locate the annual article of retired Columnist of the Charlotte Observer Ron Green Sr. It’s a bit of a tradition. I’ll try to remember to come back and link it here. Not that anyone will read it.

I still pay to see some of that Karaoke action mentioned in a previous installment. It was better suited for ��America’s Funniest Home Videos”, than “Star Search” at least all of that is stamped on the brain too.

The Springsteen line still hits home:

I guess it always will.

I’ll definitely have to fall asleep to a mindless sitcom tonight. Might have to have some Kenny Powers action.

2019 Part 7

thoughtsthatstray: Written 11/27/19

I woke up this morning with a lyric in my head. I couldn’t place it to start with. One of those things that pisses you off because it is on the tip of your tongue but it won’t come to you. I fixed some coffee, turned the computer on and called on my old friend, Goo-gle, she’s still French and typed it in trying to knock that nugget loose from the back of my mind.

Not placing a lyric from one of my favorite songs. I need to be slapped.

The last few years, I’ve read through the previous entries, this year I simply copied and pasted, then put the images back in, so that everything is complete. I don’t want to read it. If there isn’t a storm hovering, that could easily cause one. It might storm anyway. I’m not even sure why I’m even typing this. Maybe a ritual. Forcing myself to spit something out. Nothing of any worth that is for sure.

Yeah those days are gone forever. That is for sure. At least, well hopefully, I’ll get to search for a Ron Green article (it appears this will be his final one, which simply sucks). Just another thing that will be gone forever.

2020 Part 8

thoughtsthatstray: Written 11/26/20

This 2020 edition should be fun. 2020 sucks. That’s not news to anyone. It’s much worse for some than it is for me, and I’m sure I’m dealing with worse things than others. That takes me back to the fine line of “It could be better, but it could be worse”. It could always be both.

A friend mentioned that this night use to be “the biggest party night of the year”. It was. Better than New Year’s Eve more times than not. Back when you are in your 20′s, friends are home from school, or back in town to see the family, and a lot of the popular places were packed. You’d have an old football coach belting out some Bob Seger on a karaoke machine with that long hair flowing and flopping around. You see faces you haven’t seen in years Just a fun night. If you scroll past the “keep reading”, you’ll see I’ve touched on some of this before.

Seeing her say that reminded me of when it was closing time and there wasn’t much of a cab service in my hometown, there wasn’t Uber at that point, so you either drove home a bit drunk (and some did), or you got carted home after someone that was sober went and picked up a parents minivan. Unfortunately there were a few nights that I was the dumbass that was sober and having to pretend I was the school bus driver. Even so, it was still good times.

Earlier I was listening to a Longmire novel and Craig Johnson as Walt Longmire said the following:

It hit home.I have memories. Everyone has memories but with time some fade. Are the facts 100% crystal clear? No. Did x/y/z happen? I think so. Maybe. No way. Yes it did. Hell if I know. Somewhere in a blended blur of that is the truth.

I’m sitting here beating on the keyboard trying to make this one a bit longer than last year and half wondering whether tomorrow’s Charlotte Observer is going to have a Thanksgiving column from Ron Green Jr. Last year his father, announced that 2019 would be his last installment, and it was one thing I looked forward to each Thanksgiving. The old man would wax poetically about things he was thankful for, whether it was a rocking chair on the porch with his wife, golfing with old friends, his grandkids,a favorite food or spirit, or a Carolina Panther star like a Christian McCaffrey. Maybe since 2020 is a bit special in the grand scheme of things with everything that is going on, just maybe he backtracks and gives us one more. I hope so.

I do wonder what the 2020 version would be like. I know the now 58 year old longhaired ball coach who is now bald with a long beard, would likely be at home. No Seger, or “Funky Cold Medina” for him. I know some faces would be missing since they are no longer with us. I’m guessing I would need to be a fly on the wall, because I doubt my many of my friends, or people I know would be there. It would be a younger group.

I’m sorry for sharing some of those boring stories Springsteen pondered in “Glory Days”, but I guess the Boss was right, but so was Henley. “Those days are gone forever”

thoughtsthatstray written 11/24/21

2021 Part 9

I guess the cool kids call it Thanksgiving Eve, nah, that sounds older than The Night Before Thanksgiving. I guess it’s a bit of a tradition so I force myself to do it even when I’m really not feeling it.

Earlier today a friend asked “Do y'all remember going out on night before Thanksgiving in your 20s? Crazy times… “ Yes, I sure do. I responded with “ One of the most fun nights of the year in a small town… “ It really was, as you can see by some of the previous entries to this annual event where I beat up the keyboard for a bit. While I’m experience a weird DeJa'Vu vibe, I’m glad I’m not the only one to experience it, or miss it. I can quote/mimic Johnny Cougar, he goes by John Mellencamp these days and sit back, collects my thoughts for the moment, scratch my head and do my best James Dean. Well, I don’t know about all that, but I can sit back and see the waitress bringing a tray full of beer, hearing someone murder Garth Brooks or the previously mentioned Mellencamp with various renditions of drunken karaoke, I don’t really recall, two drunk girls belting out” I Got You Babe”, by Sonny & Cher, but I’m sure it happened at some point. That little fucker Kenny Chesney, sings a few songs like he was sitting right there with us. If he was, I’m sure he would have been in a booster seat, but some of that flakes songs really hit home.

Then I think back to the friend that is no loner with us, and I can’t help to hear Chesney’s “I Go Back” stopping me in my tracks, and how the 2016 version of this still haunts me. It sucks, that it does, but it does. See, there is that little fuckwad Kenny right there again. The Robert Earl Keen song “Feeling Good Again” (I’ll post it after this), reminds me of those nights from back then. He sings of going to an old haunt, seeing old face, friends, etc.

I don’t know an old man Perkins, but I know an old man or two sitting on a stool, and I’m sure I know a Butch and a Jimmy John, and sadly I’ve seen a group of my friends trying to hit the opening notes of “Seven Bridges Road”, hell I’ve been on of them, and I’m no Don Henley, but it really didn’t matter.

Springsteen wrote of the Glory Days, and it likely is my favorite song of his.

I guess for one night’s safe to say that time has slipped away and left me with nothing but boring stories, Well, not entirely boring, but I get what he’s saying.

Oh and I still miss Ron Green Sr. annual Thanksgiving Day article.

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