#but it’s hidden from him until he’s well into adulthood

[svmjaeyvn]

hidden love, l.hs

synopsis: there were two things that park jongseong reiterated to you growing up.

1: he was the better, funnier, smarter, awesomer sibling and always would be, and 2: you were to never, ever, fall for any guys like his friends, literally and figuratively.

the first was a lie, one you always rolled your eyes at and the second was something 12-year-old you always agreed to without hesitation. but with time, they soon both became a fib from your lips, 14-year-old you coming to the disastrous realization that boys weren't as icky as you once thought and your older brother's best friend had the prettiest smile (when he wasn't being annoying.) as you continued to grow older, those fluttering emotions grew as well, even with him heading off to university it seemed to leave you with a sense of longing, happier than ever when he'd visit.

until you were 16 and he came home with a girl, one that was far prettier than you were able to compete with in your head and nice enough to be a saint. your hopeless, devastating one-sided crush was forced to be swallowed without much pride, though it held no avail until you dramatically decided to never speak to heeseung again. and it worked, ignoring all his calls and texts, avoiding your family home like the plague whenever your brother was home for break if he was visiting, and simply acting entirely clueless in the unfortunate circumstances that you did end up caught by him, chalking it up to dramatic teenage hormones.

once you reached the age of it being your turn to head to college, you signed up for every exchange program possible, leaving you traveling the world for three years that passed with no contact and your once-upon-a-time crush nearly forgotten. that was until you came back home, finally settling to finish uni and all of a sudden you were a kid again, fawning over your brother's best friend who didn't know how to leave you alone. this time though, heeseung didn't see you as that annoying kid who followed jay around, he saw you for you which scared him so much more with how you've grown and nothing was worse than him feeling something for his best friend's off-limits little sister.

featuring: lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon, nishimura riki, kim sunoo, yang jungwon, hanni pham, kim chaweon, yoon keeho, yoon yechan

status: writing. start: 03/30/24. end: tba.

genre: non-idol!au, college/young adult!enha, heeseung x reader, slight age gap (4 years), brothers best friend trope

content & warnings: age gap??? (slightly questionable morality but no romantic feelings or grooming since they end up with no contact for years until adulthood), cursing, drinking, all that jazz, innuendos, sexual humor, suggestive content, possible smut, forbidden relationship, sneaking around, overprotective jay, jay tries to fight heeseung cause duh, crazy exs, stalker mention, slow burn since they're both in denial, heeseung kind of toxic mentality which is forced to be fix, angst but fluffy ending (?)

a/n: based off the cdrama. watched it months ago but shit had me giggling and kicking my feet even if it's cliche. heeseung is so forbbidden older love coded i had to. im trying to make this a oneshot so well see how long it is,,,,,,, the plot will develop from when they were kids to adulthood to provide some background. once the actual romance starts heeseung will be 24 and reader will be 20 (the year will be 2025). all my drafts and writing has been about jake so im branching out (i love my man tho so he'll have his moments here). anyway! lets see how long it takes me to finish up this one

word count: 6k (as of now)

taglist: closed! (86 of you have responded omg)

#enhypen #enha x reader #enha #enhypen masterlist #enhypen heeseung #heeseung #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #heesung enhypen #lee heesung smut #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #enhypen smut #enha masterlist

[neopuppy]

i need triple j to destroy me 🙏

“We have to do something special for Jisung’s Birthday.” Jaemin’s fingers thrum, hands crossed over his stomach as he leans back in his computer chair.

Jeno snaps and points as if he’s come up with the most brilliant idea. “Round One! He loves bowling.”

“Be serious man, he only gets to turn twenty-one once. Think about when you finally entered adulthood.”

Jeno hums, leaning back on his palms in thought. “I don’t know, he’s really disconnected these days. Always locked up in that room, he never wants to hang out whenever I invite him anywhere either.”

Jaemin silently agrees, twisting back and forth as he thinks about it more.

Jisung has been rather stand-offish these days, if he really traces out everything—he’s been pretty quiet ever since the breakup.

He tried to advise the younger, first love is hard and unrealistic. People grow up and grow apart, it happens. His little brother took it hard, secluded himself for weeks and hasn’t smiled much ever since.

“He’s such a simp..” Jaemin mutters disappointed that his influence clearly did nothing. Sitting up straight he starts to smirk. “I think I have an idea.”

“You know, he might hate us after this.”

Jaemin waves a hand dismissively at his brother, crouching down lower near the entrance to their house. “He should be fucking worshipping at our feet for this.”

“Shh shh… that’s him.” Jeno whispers, grimacing as he squats further behind a shrub of bushes. He wasn’t completely on board with this plan, but Jaemin made a point..

If their younger brother goes another month without getting some ass his dick very well could fall off, if not jump to its own tragic death.

Jisung trudges up the driveway, making this much too easy with headphones blasting music in his ears and his gaze focused on the worn down pair of sneakers slowly stepping up the incline toward the front door.

“Remember,” Jaemin hisses under his breath. “I’ll get his arms and you go for his legs.”

Everything happens suddenly, the two hidden with ski-masks hiding their faces as they charge at the youngest and manhandle him into their arms.

“What the fuck!!” Jisung shouts at the top of his lungs, face quickly draped over and shoved into the backseat of his older brother’s truck. “Jaemin?! Jeno?!!??!!”

“Shut the fuck up dude.” Jaemin growls, hopping into the driver's seat not bothering to rev the engine up before backing away and speeding out of their neighborhood.

“What the hell is this?!”

Jeno laughs at his younger sibling’s feet kicking at the door, warning him to stop before Jaemin pulls over and kicks his ass.

“Happy Birthday little bro.”

“Sit down and shut up.” Jaemin barks, pushing Jisung’s shoulders down until his lower half meets a plush seat.

“This isn’t funny!”

Jeno sneers, ripping the cover from his head. “You are no fun.”

Jisung peers around quickly, eyes going wide as he takes in his new surroundings. “Isn’t this..” he mumbles, fingers digging into the soft loveseat around his hips. “Where your ex-girlfriend works?”

Jaemin grins, pouring a drink from a bar off in the corner of the room, dim-lighting making it harder to take in each area, but enough for his gaze to linger on the silver sleek pole before him. “Of course you’d remember that, you always had a thing for her..”

Jeno plops down by his side, flicking Jisung’s chin. “Me too. I guess we all have identical taste and DNA.”

“I never had a thing..” Jisung gulps, squirming in place to get away from his brother’s side brushing against his.

“Yeah yeah.” Jaemin shoves a drink at both of them, settling near his younger brother's other side. “She’s hot, cool girl. Unfortunate things didn’t work out between us but,” he shrugs, kissing the backs of his teeth as vodka swirls down his throat. “It’s a good thing too.”

“Why?” Jisung feels more confused now, stealing looks at the pole curiously.

“Because,” Jeno smirks, nodding to the door. “Now we all get to have fun.”

Jisung’s throat locks up, choking on his next breath as the door gently creaks open and sets off a tune of music, the room growing darker with the pass of your legs entering.

“What is this?..” Jisung whispers, licking his lips nervously.

“Your gift.” Jeno nudges him, motioning ahead to where you stand and wait, back rested against the pole. “Whatever you want her to do.”

The words keep echoing in Jisung’s head—do whatever you want with her.

“Don’t fuck this up.” Jaemin whispers, leaning in close to his ear. “It’s time for you to move on.”

“I want..” Jisung clears his throat, growing more anxious by the minute, finally meeting your intrigued gaze with a furious blink to calm himself. “Want her to suck my dick.”

Jeno clasps his shoulder, proudly grinning. “Don’t tell us.” He says no more than that, playfully cocking an eyebrow at the younger.

Jisung leans into the seat more, thighs stretching apart to make enough space that you’d easily be able to fit into. “Come here.”

“On your knees.” Jaemin adds, resting to the side against the arm of the couch.

Jisung can feel his stomach clench, abdominal muscle twitching as you slip down to your knees and make your way over naturally. His knees shake, thighs jerking up and down as you settle between and peer up at him beneath hooded eyes waiting for instruction.

“Take my cock out.” Jisung croaks, throat dry with the lingering hint of alcohol leaving its burn behind. “Ask for permission.”

It should be more awkward with his brothers hovering at his sides, but Jisung can’t focus on anything other than the fan of your thick eyelashes, slowly blinking up at him as you trail up his inner thighs and squeeze at his jeans until your digits dig into the firm muscle lined up his legs. “Can I please suck your cock? Birthday boy.”

He takes a deep breath, leaning in to capture your neck in both hands and bury fingers up the back neck into your hair, keeping your seductive gaze trained on him. “Think that your pretty little mouth can handle it?”

Teasing at his zipper, you nod slowly, lips parted open in surprise as he tugs at tufts of your hair and lifts his hips commanding for you to hurry up.

“Of course I can, Jisungie.”

A pleased smirk tugs at his lips, squeezing your throat to elongate the gasp you let out as your hand wraps around his girth, the tips of your fingers struggling to meet even with a tightened grip.

“Let’s see if that slutty mouth is all talk.”

#asks #nct hard hours #nct dream hard hours #nct smut

[profanepurity]

Mummy Dust was a huge inspiration for how Mammon works in the AU, as well as how the three demons of Greed operate, which consists of Mammon, Beelzebub, and Belphagor (who I will be introduced soon!). A little bit of their working dynamics, as well as their relationships with Secondo and Terzo are below!

There's the obvious imagery of "I was carried on a wolf's back", which to me alludes to the symbolic relationship of wolves and greed. This is why I chose to make Mammon's more demonic form a wolfish creature with eight legs and eight eyes (wolf spider lol) in the second panel. Beelzebub's form is more ambiguous and massive, and he would probably present himself on a larger scale than I have him next to Secondo in the first panel. His mouth can open absurdly wide, and he has various other mouths along his body. The Lord of Flies of course possesses some bug-like characteristics and behaviors: constantly being accompanied by glowing insects, moving on all fours legs, sometimes six, and having moth-like wings. Mammon and Beelzebub operate like "two sides of the same coin", much like how I HC Terzo and Secondo to be in a lot of ways. Secondo allows himself to enjoy the pleasures of life, often as a means to cope with internal wounds and his discontent towards the world around him. On the flip side, Terzo uses his internal conflicts and struggles to fuel his pursuit of condemning hypocrisy, injustice, and corruption in the world, finding pleasure in that act. Secondo does this too, of course, but he does it in a way that is melancholy, weary almost. Secondo's approach to "spreading the word" is to appear as this cold, intimidating old man, but who really has a soft, bruised soul inside. By contrast, Terzo appears as this charming and attractive man, spinning beautiful lyrics with hidden self- hatred and anger. When they were boys, these roles were reversed. Secondo would often lash out as a child, holding onto resentment and emotions he didn't know how to process until he eventually learned to soften with age. Once again, on the opposite side, Terzo was a very happy boy who suffered oppression and hardship repeatedly until that happiness turned into masked anger for the sake of maintaining an image. In this AU, Secondo is devoted to the three proprietors of the umbrella sin of greed, and has an especially close relationship with Beelzebub and Mammon. It wasn't until Terzo entered early adulthood did Mammon approach him. The Lord of Wealth working with someone like Terzo might seem a little confusing until you understand the way the wolf hunts. Going back to Mummy Dust for a moment, Mammon's method of obtaining and devouring sin can really be summarized with the line, "I'm the magnet for stupidity". Mammon represents rapacity, and he feeds off of intense desire for monetary profit, but he himself find it to be disgusting and stupid. Mammon likes to let his victims marinate a bit. "I'll smother you in riches, 'til you choke on sordid mirth.", is essentially Mammon tempting weak minded pigs with their desires just to lure them into their own demises. He attracts those who are dumb enough to worship money so he can devour them. He literally eats the rich. He is "... the ruler of the earth" for that reason, as money is the ultimate dictator over mankind.

Mammon himself is also someone that holds a lot of underlying self hatred because of who he is. He feels as though his existence is the reason that immorality and corruption as a result of avarice exists, and feels an intense personal responsibility to try and purge the world of it by taking as many victims as he can. This is why he strictly forbids the church from worshipping him, or giving him any kind of offerings of cash. Once Terzo understood this, he was more than happy to work with a demon that wanted to tear apart exploitative oligarchies, who also happens to have a good sense of humor. In the AU canon, he opens Mummy Dust by introducing it as a song about "one evil motherfucker" for the purpose of negatively presenting Mammon as the noun, as well as making sure the song was not worshipping the demon in anyway, despite his obvious influence when he wrote it. Terzo is "carried on a wolf's back", alluding to his partnership with Mammon. Beelzebub is one of the most worshipped infernals in the church, second only after Lucifer. He represents hedonism, and the pleasure, benefits, and freedom that gluttony can bring. We all know Secondo loves to party, and that enjoyment of self- indulgence is something he learned as a result of his relationship with Beelzebub. You have to learn to care for yourself and allow yourself enjoyment, even when you feel like you don't deserve it, or life has denied you happiness. Of course, Beelzebub had to teach Secondo the balance of discipline and intemperance, but the demon himself also struggles with this. Along with that, there is a guilt that he carries for living in excess, especially next to his brother who starves himself.

 Beelzebub's alias is Reverend Martin Avarice. Avarice means to have extreme desire for money and material. Mammon's alias is Reverend Erik Lucrum. Lucrum means to profit or benefit. I gave them opposing names on purpose. In the realm of greed, Beelzebub is really the one that profits, where as Mammon is the one desiring those that possess avarice, despite despising it.  Belphagor comes into play in a lot of different ways, often bridging these two together. He works work with Terzo, Secondo, and Copia too. There will be more on him later when I get around to drawing him at some point lol.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost the band #ghost band #the band ghost au #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus terzo #papa terzo #papa iii #papa 3 #papa secondo #papa emeritus secondo #papa 2 #papa ii #papa 3 #terzo #secondo #papa emeritus ii #tw body horror #tw blood #praeteritum au #demon ocs #mammon #beelzebub #there is so much more I wanted to write here but tumblr was being a bitch about it for some reason

[spideystevie]

the way i spent 10 minutes ruminating on what to send u from the prompts list 💀😭 but #2 with hangman if you’re up for it <3 its giving childhood bffs to lovers gawd i need him i fear

lovin’ u! 🫶

bee!!!! i am so up for it! love some good childhood friends to lovers. i need him so badly too, i fear. lovin’ you, i hope you enjoy <3 (0.9k) 

2. interlocking pinkies

It was a habit neither of you had broken from the time you were seven. You couldn’t remember when it had stuck but Jake did. Any memory that related to you in any sense of the word was crystal clear and golden in his mind.

You were in the first grade, the end of the school year coming to a close and summer vacation on the horizon. He’d made you pinky swear to be friends forever beneath the shade of an oak tree near the playground at recess.

You hadn’t hesitated, your tiny pinkies interlocking in something you treated like an unbreakable vow. He didn’t let your pinky go after that. Literally. He held it tightly with his all the way back to your classroom. 

Even now, well into adulthood, he was finding excuses to keep your pinky linked with his. Maybe it was a little silly and slightly juvenile all these years later but that didn’t seem to matter. The two of you were drawn together like magnets, your pinkies acting as the north and south ends. 

As you grew up, it only seemed to become slightly more intimate. A gentle reassurance. A simple grounding chain of comfort. And as your feelings grew, blossoming like peonies in spring, you often wondered what it’d be like to link all your fingers together. 

You wondered how he’d react to you hooking your ring finger through his, followed by your middle and so on until your fingers were a tangled knot between your bodies. It always made a nervous tick jolt your stomach, a lurch like you get at the drop on a rollercoaster. 

You arrive late to the Hard Deck, the celebratory party for the completed mission in full swing when you get there. There’s no need to search for Jake because you hear the shouting before you see him.

“No way you can hit it three in a row,” the sound of Rooster’s voice gets louder the closer you get to the dart board. 

“With my eyes closed, Bradshaw,” you can hear the stupid smirk in Jake’s voice.

“Prove it.”

You tsk to yourself, rounding the corner and pushing yourself into the small crowd formed around the game of darts that’s really just your best friend showing off. Sure enough, there’s that signature smirk on his face as he tilts his head and shrugs. Coyote stands next to him and puts his hand over Jake’s eyes as he sets up to throw.

Each dart hits the bullseye, three quick thumps into the board. Coyote moves his hand and Jake grins, turning to Rooster with a look reminiscent of “I told you so.” You shake your head with a smile, still impressed all these years later. 

“You’ll catch flies if you stay like that, Rooster,” Jake teases, moving to walk past him and back towards the bar. He spots you before he gets very far, his face visibly softening and glowing like the sun. He calls your name and when you’re in close enough range, he hooks his pinky with yours to pull you the rest of the way to him. 

There’s a quick press of his lips to your temple that has you wanting to melt down into a puddle on the sticky bar floor. You’re not sure Penny would appreciate another mess to clean though. 

“Was wondering when you’d get here,” he says, starting to walk in the direction of the bar, pulling you along with him. “Let’s get you a drink.”

You don’t argue, content with letting him lead you around by your conjoined pinkies. The two of you end up settled at a table with most of the squadron, your pinkies still interlocked and hidden from prying eyes beneath the table. You’re listening to Payback recount a story from the carrier ship that has most of the guys laughing. 

As you smile along, the nagging thought of interlocking the rest of your fingers until your hands are palm to palm returns. Nearly all of your focus is directed towards pushing the thought away, so much so that you hardly register Jake’s pinky shifting against yours. 

Slowly but surely, he’s begun to maneuver each of his fingers through yours. There’s a scrape of a callus against your hand that makes you blink out of your stupor. You glance down beneath the table, as subtle as you can, to see your hands completely tangled together and sitting on his thigh. 

Something warm and almost unfamiliar bubbles up in your stomach and to your chest. You have to bite your lip to hold back a grin because he’s holding your hand and it feels different, special..right. He squeezes your hands once, quick and fleeting and you look up at him. 

There’s a sparkle in your eyes and he leans his head towards yours. You can feel his breath against your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it when he speaks. 

“This okay?” he whispers and you wonder if he’s aware that his thumb has started to stroke against your skin. You choke on a hum, nodding once. 

“More than okay,” you whisper back. You’re nearly nose to nose, so close you can count the amount of divots that form from the crinkles by his eyes when he smiles. After a beat you blink and lean back, trying to ignore the glaringly obvious looks you’re getting from a few of his new friends around the table.

#gotta be honest i am not too sure abt this one #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake hangman seresin fluff #hangman fluff #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine #jake seresin blurb #hangman blurb #📝: a writes!

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D&D!141: Classes and Races

I spent way too much time on this and ended up putting too much effort into their character stats.

This is post is about their class, race and any other information that pertains to that. There will be a lot of dnd words, rules, and things that some people might not be familiar with. I will try to explain as best as I can but feel free to ask questions!

Backstories will be posted eventually.

Of course, I have to tag @gold0kapi who has drawn some amazing tiefling!soap that spawned this mess. i loved your drawings very much <3

Captain John Price

Price is a variant human fighter.

Variant humans gain one more prophecy in a skill, get to choose a feat and two of their ability scores increase by one (i haven't rolled their stats). It makes sense for him to be variant human going off of who he is in CoD.

Feat: Alert

You gain a +5 bonus to initiative.

You can’t be surprised while you are conscious.

Other creatures don’t gain advantage on attack rolls against you as a result of being hidden from you.

Background

Variant Noble - Knight: A knighthood is among the lowest noble titles in most societies, but it can be a path to higher status.

Class: Level 10 Fighter

Fighting style: Archery

You gain a +2 bonus to attack rolls you make with ranged weapons.

Second Wind

You have a limited well of stamina that you can draw on to protect yourself from harm. On your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d 10 + your fighter level

Battle Master

To a Battle Master, combat is an academic field, sometimes including subjects beyond battle such as weaponsmithing and calligraphy. Not every fighter absorbs the lessons of history, theory, and artistry that are reflected in the Battle Master archetype, but those who do are well-rounded fighters of great skill and knowledge.

Maneuvers

Commander's strike

Parry

Precision attack

Rally

Riposte

Maneuvering attack

Distracting strike

Evasive footwork

Proficient Skills

Intimidation

Persuasion

Perception

Survival

Insight

History

Languages

Common

Elvish

* A lot of people who play dnd call this boring and generic but I think it fits Price in the grand scheme of things because he's so powerful and influential that he doesn't need to be anything other than human. He is a testament to the human desire to never give up.

Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost is a Fallen Aasimar multiclassed fighter and rouge.

A fallen aasimar is as aasimar who was touched by dark powers as a youth or who turns to evil in early adulthood can become one of the fallen-a group of aasimar whose inner light has been replaced by shadow

Necrotic Shroud:

Starting at 3rd level, you can use your action to unleash the divine energy within yourself, causing your eyes to turn into pools of darkness and two skeletal, ghostly, flightless wings to sprout from your back. The instant you transform, other creatures within 10 feet of you that can see you must each succeed on a Charisma saving throw or become frightened of you until the end of your next turn

Background:

Soldier - War has been your life for as long as you care to remember. You trained as a youth, studied the use of weapons and armor, learned basic survival techniques, including how to stay alive on the battlefield.

Class: Multiclassed fighter and rogue

Level 7 fighter

Fighting style: Archery

You gain a +2 bonus to attack rolls you make with ranged weapons.

Second Wind

You have a limited well of stamina that you can draw on to protect yourself from harm. On your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d 10 + your fighter level

Champion

The archetypal Champion focuses on the development of raw physical power honed to deadly perfection. Those who model themselves on this archetype combine rigorous training with physical excellence to deal devastating blows.

Improved critical

Beginning when you choose this archetype at 3rd level, your weapon attacks score a critical hit on a roll of 19 or 20.

Remarkable Athlete

Starting at 7th level, you can add half your proficiency bonus (round up) to any Strength, Dexterity, or Constitution check you make that doesn’t already use your proficiency bonus. In addition, when you make a running long jump, the distance you can cover increases by a number of feet equal to your Strength modifier

Level 2 rouge

Sneak attack

You know how to strike subtly and exploit a foe’s distraction. Once per turn, you can deal an extra 1d6 damage to one creature you hit with an attack if you have advantage on the attack roll. The attack must use a finesse or a ranged weapon.

Cunning action

Starting at 2nd level, your quick thinking and agility allow you to move and act quickly. You can take a bonus action on each of your turns in combat. This action can be used only to take the Dash, Disengage, or Hide action.

Proficient Skills

Survival

Perception

Stealth

Athletics

Intimidation

Languages

Common

Celestial

Thieves cant

*Note that fallen aasimar do not have to be evil

John Soap MacTavish

Soap is Tiefling Artificer

Tieflings are derived from human bloodlines, and in the broadest possible sense, they still look human. However, their infernal heritage has left a clear imprint on their appearance.

Hellish resistance

You have resistance to fire damage

Hellish rebuke

You point your finger, and the creature that damaged you is momentarily surrounded by hellish flames. The creature must make a Dexterity saving throw. It takes 2d10 fire damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.

Darkness

Magical darkness spreads from a point you choose within range to fill a 15-foot-radius sphere for the duration. The darkness spreads around corners. A creature with darkvision can’t see through this darkness, and nonmagical light can’t illuminate it.

Background

Guild artisan - You are a member of an artisan's guild, skilled in a particular field and closely associated with other artisans. You are a well-established part of the mercantile world, freed by talent and wealth from the constraints of a feudal social order. You learned your skills as an apprentice to a master artisan, under the sponsorship of your guild, until you became a master in your own right.

Class: Level 8 artificer

Magical tinkering

You've learned how to invest a spark of magic into mundane objects. To use this ability, you must have thieves' tools or artisan's tools in hand. You then touch a Tiny nonmagical object as an action and give it one of the following magical properties of your choice

Artillerist

An Artillerist specializes in using magic to hurl energy, projectiles, and explosions on a battlefield. This destructive power is valued by armies in the wars on many different worlds

Eldritch canon

You've learned how to create a magical cannon. Using woodcarver's tools or smith's tools, you can take an action to magically create a Small or Tiny eldritch cannon in an unoccupied space on a horizontal surface within 5 feet of you. A Small eldritch cannon occupies its space, and a Tiny one can be held in one hand.

Arcane Firearm

You know how to turn a wand, staff, or rod into an arcane firearm, a conduit for your destructive spells. When you finish a long rest, you can use woodcarver's tools to carve special sigils into a wand, staff, or rod and thereby turn it into your arcane firearm.

Spells

Cantrips

Fire bolt

Thunderclap

1st level spells

cure wounds

faerie fire

absorb elements

feather fall

shield

thunderwave

2nd level spells

heat metal

magic weapon

aid

scorching ray

shatter

*at level 9 he can cast fireball...Price is scared

Proficient Skills

investigation

arcana

insight

persuasion

Languages

common

infernal

celestial

*tieflings can come from a fully human household. The tiefling gene can skip generations before it shows. Tieflings are made because of a pact struck generations ago infused the essence of Asmodeus—overlord of the Nine Hells—into their bloodline. In the players handbook, tieflings are often looked down upon.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Gaz is an Elf ranger

Elves are a magical people of otherworldly grace, living in the world but not entirely part of it.

Fey Ancestry

You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can’t put you to sleep.

Trance

Elves don’t need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day

Background

City Watch - You have served the community where you grew up, standing as its first line of defense against crime. You aren't a soldier, directing your gaze outward at possible enemies. Instead, your service to your hometown was to help police its populace, protecting the citizenry from lawbreakers and malefactors of every stripe.

Class: level 8 ranger

Fighting style: Defense

While you are wearing armor, you gain a +1 bonus to AC.

Favored enemy: Undead

Favored terrain: Urban

Horizon Walker

Horizon walkers guard the world against threats that originate from other planes or that seek to ravage the mortal realm with otherworldly magic.

Detect portal

At 3rd level, you gain the ability to magically sense the presence of a planar portal. As an action, you detect the distance and direction to the closest planar portal within 1 mile of you.

Planar warrior

At 3rd level, you learn to draw on the energy of the multiverse to augment your attacks.

As a bonus action, choose one creature you can see within 30 feet of you. The next time you hit that creature on this turn with a weapon attack, all damage dealt by the attack becomes force damage, and the creature takes an extra 1d8 force damage from the attack.

Ethereal step

At 7th level, you learn to step through the Ethereal Plane. As a bonus action on your turn, you can cast the Etherealness spell with this feature, without expending a spell slot, but the spell ends at the end of the current turn.

Spells

Level 1 spells

hunters mark

ensnaring strike

protection from good and evil

2nd level spells

misty step

healing spirit

magic weapon

Proficient Skills

perception

insight

stealth

athletics

Languages

elvish

common

dwarvish

*this also seems pretty generic but I believe it fits him best. He is sort of the hero in the series.

And that's all! I hope you guys like what I've written. Tell me what you guys think because I'm curious!

Tags: @iamcautiouslyoptimistic @argella1300

#modernwarfare2 #modern warefare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #au #dnd au #dnd!141 #simon ghost riley #call of duty #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

[thequietkid-moonie]

Beautiful and powerful but lonely darling

[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Jack, Korekiyo ]

[ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie ] [ Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony ]

⚠️ Yandere, I dunno support this kind of behavior in real life, I just write it for fun!

× Inspired on Cleopatra (from Majo Taisen)

Ah, yes, two of the crazy men im in love with❤️ I loved doing this!! Also, my first time writing for Kiyo!! Im so nervous but excited!! Aaahhh!! Hope you love it as much as I did!! ❤️❤️

Also, read Majo Taisen!! Is an amazing manga with amazing characters, and amazing art, amazing motivations for the tournament ~ just read it, you won't regret it 🖤

Jack the Ripper

It doesn't matter if you are new on the town or have lived your entirely life in there, it doesn't take much time for him to notice your presence (but is more likely that it happens until adulthood since during childhood he was in the slums), but I mean, how he couldn't noticed you, wherever you go you catch everyone's gaze with your beauty and elegancy

With your only presence and bearing Jack was already interested on you, but the fact that everyone is looking at you with admiration and desire with every step you take, ready to fullfil your wish only with your only presence, despertly wanting to be by your side and have the bless to bask into your presence make him more and more intriged by you

Jack isn't like everyone else, he doesn't want to kneel before you or do everything for you just thanks to the influece of your overwhelming beauty, he admit that you are truly beautiful and amusing but that isn't enough for him, he is interested in you, he wants to know more about you, he wonder how you would look when you're flooded by the beautiful colors of despair and fear, would you look even more beautiful than you already are? Maybe you pretty face will turn into something completely diferent

Speaking of colors, since the first moment Jack had noticed the deep color of loneliness around you and he finds it pretty interesting, he doesn't pity you nor get sad for you, it actually only increase his interest on you, a person who is always surrounded by a lot of people that are ready to please you and fullfil your wishes and still you can't have the only thing that you really want

Jack is completely amused and intriged by you since the moment he lays his eyes on you, however he won't approach to you right away, he prefers to stay in the shadows for a while, follow you close and watch you, he wants to know more about you and what better than watching you close! He wants to know every litte detail of you, he want to be there anytime your colors change into colors of happines or saddness, he want to know what make your colors change, but above all Jack wants to be able to be the one making your colors change, he want to make you experiment the true fear for the first and last time

As the time pass by Jack start to want more and more of you, with the more he watch you from afar and the more he knows you the more he is amased by you, he is more conviced that you are perfect inside and out, the more he wants you

Jack finds pretty disgusting and even pathetic how so much people want to serve you or want everything about you just by your looks, they doesn't know how to appreciate your true beauty, he does, he doesn't just appreciate your looks Jack appreciate the beauty that is hidden in your lonely heart, the one that is craving for love but knows that not anyone is worthy of, the beauty that is hidden in your strength, that strength with which you can easily get rid of anyone who dares to annoy you or try to go too far with you and overcome your limits

Jack doesn't approach to you until he feels like he knows enough about you, or well until he knows all he can know by being afar from you, when he feels that he already has enough and needs to step in, needs to be around you, NEEDS you. The moment Jack approach to you he do it so casually, so naturaly, introducing himself with elegancy like the gentelman he is, it doesn't matter if you try to ignore him or don't really pay him attention he will just laugh softly at your reaction, he knew this could happen, he knows you really well and he understand, he may seem like all the rest that tried to court you into he past but he is different and he will show it to you, it doesn't matter if he has to force you to accept him in your life he is totally willing to do it

Jack slowly get more and more into your life, make it seem like coincidences, just like an inocent friendship that slowly blooms when in reallity he has calculated every step he takes, Jack has a complete plan to make you fall in his trap where he will become the only one who matters to you, the only one who can change your colors

Jack thinks that he only wants to be able to overpowered you, to make you feel the biggest fear to see that beautiful color on you, but deep down in his heart he want to be with you, to be one with you and to be able to do this Jack start to gently push you into his arms where you will never escape, he start monopolizing you with delicate and sweet actions of love that not even he fully noticed

Jack already know a lot about you but now that he is closer to you he makes efforts to win your trust so he can delve into the deepest parts of your being and heart, finally knowing everything he can about you to feed his lovely and obsessive heart

Even when all the world want to reach you Jack doesn't think on kidnapping you, is irritating to see all the people despertly trying to get something from you, even if is just your gaze, but he is completely sure that he can completely protect you from any danger, he can easily get rid of anyone, and, most important, he can know when you start trusting in him more, or even if you ever think that he is worthy of your love he will know before you do, so he doesn't have to fear much because, one way or another, at the end you will be completely his

Korekiyo Shinguji

Korekiyo has noticed you since the start, I even dare to say that since the moment you got in the school he noticed you, and for him it was like love at first sight, but how it couldn't be? You are just the more beautiful human being he ever had the bless to lay his eyes on

Since the start your beauty had captivate him (just like for everyone else) he wants to know more about you so he tries to approach to you and properly introduce himself, it doesn't matter if you are interested on him or not, even if you just ignore him and pass by him he will only take it as an interesting response

Korekiyo is determinate to know everything there is to know about you, how he could call himself the ultimate anthropologist if he doesn't do everything in his power to investigate you, the most beautiful person alive, the pinnacle of human beauty, for a long time he will be stalking you, following you everywhere and watching you from afar, amazed by everything you do, slowly getting into your life, little by little he gets more and more close to you until he finally can talk to you directly

When Korekyo finally has the opportunity to talk to you directly (either since the start or after watching you from afar for a while) at first he gives you a lot of compliments, he can't stop himself from expressing how beautiful you are, how grateful he is for having the opportunity to meet someone so beautiful! so perfect! something that isn't new for you at all, everyone who meet you finds you beautiful, although his compliments where a little different, like more poetic and intense, kinda refreshing to say at least. However he did something that no one had never done before, he asks you about you, what you like, what you dislike, what you are into, which is your ultimate talent, how is your personality, what do you wish in life, whatever you are willing to share with him he is more than happy to hear you with devotion (even so, whatever you won't share he will find out soon or later), this was something truly unexpected but certainly not unpleasent, maybe he will be worthy of your love

Korekiyo's loves and obsession for you just grows more and more as the time pass by, getting more and more amazed by every little detail of you, with every day he just gets more convinced that you truly are the pinnacle of beauty, however it seems like everyone thinks the same because everywhere you go there is always people who can't help but look at you, some of them even directly gives you compliments and try to be physicaly close to you, and as much as he loves that people actually admire your beauty just the way you deserve it drives him crazy everytime someone desperately tries to catch your attention, calling your name like if it wasn't nothing and even daring to try to touch you, he can't help but frown and stare furiously while cursing under his breath, trying to control himself and don't go against they here and now, more than once he had scare whoever tried to talk to you and making them to run away (sometimes intentionally other times unintentionally)

Korekiyo hates seeing others trying to approach to you, the more disrespectful they are with you the more angry he is (specially with the ones who approach to you with vulgar intentions, the ones who think that they have the right to touch you in a no so friendly way, or just to touch you at all, left alone without your fully consent, it take all the self control he has on him to not go and just let out all his anger against them) sometimes he can't control himself and goes violent against them but always apologize to you for making such scene in front of you. However he knows that you aren't lady in distress, he had saw you defend yourself against whoever dares to disrespect you in any way before, even if that means to get in a fight (still you are really stronge and the fight doesn't last long), he hates that you had to resorting to having to fight and still he is just more fascinated with you by seeing you fight (still that doesn't stop him from growing clingy to you and being protective over you, even if you don't alow him he will do it without you knowledge)

Korekiyo finds amazing that you will always find someone ready to fullfil your wishes, you have a lot of people behind that are ready to follow your orders you just have to ask, even if you ask them to get into their knees to use them to sit on someone will happy to do so, he likes to watch people following your orders even if you don't thank them or even glance at them, he thinks that is just how a beauty such as yourself deserve to be treaten, and he is willing to follow your orders at some extent too but he isn't doing it for free, he isn't like everyone else, what he wants in return is you, being able to bask in your warm and beauty, being able to be with you, love you and be loved is what he wants

Korekiyo has consider kidnapting you, a beauty such as yourself should be admire for eternity but also protected for all of those who thinks they have the right to even talk to you without all the respect of the world, and every time someone tries to cross the limit just trigger him more and more, is in those moments when he thinks on kidnapting you because he is the only one who will know how treat you with the love and respect you deserve, however is obvious that you have a preference for him, but I mean how you wouldn't? he is the only one who is truly interested in you, the only one who had seen beyond your physical beauty and is truly interested in you, even better that he has never been scare to express how beautiful you are, inside and out

He is truly worthy of your love, he is the only one you had never throwed away, and that doesn't went unoticed from him and that fact is what keeps him calm, what calm his insecurities and worries and what prevent him to take you away from the world because he knows that even when everyone is willing to kneel before you you know he is the only one who truly appreciate all your beauty, the only one who had truly loved you

#danganronpa x reader #yandere danganronpa #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguuji x reader #korekiyo x reader #snv x reader #ror x reader #snv jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper #jack the ripper x reader #x reader #x gn reader #anime x reader #manga x reader #video games x reader #yandere x reader

[avaleigh16]

Chapter 1:

Y/n had always known she was different. As a hybrid between a Yautja and a powerful female species that closely resembled humans, she had extraordinary strength and abilities that far surpassed anyone else. She had always been aware of her royal blood and the powers that came with it, but she had never fully understood the extent of her abilities until she had reached adulthood.

One day, while out on a hunt, Y/n found herself being stalked by a Yautja. She could sense his presence, even before she saw him. But he was unlike any Yautja she had ever encountered before. He was larger and stronger, with dark, menacing armor that gleamed in the sunlight. And there was something different about the way he moved, something that told Y/n he was more than just a hunter.

As they squared off against each other, Y/n couldn't help but feel drawn to the Yautja. There was something about him that made her heart race, even as they fought. As they fought, there was a familiar scent about him but Y/n dismissed it as being persistent about the Yautja. Finally, after a long and grueling battle, Y/n emerged victorious.

But as she stood up and dusted herself off, she could see the Yautja looking at her with a kind of admiration that she had never seen before in a Yautja. And as he began to approach her, Y/n knew that this was the beginning of something special.

Chapter 2:

Over the next few weeks, the Yautja continued to pursue Y/n. He would show up at her home, bringing gifts of food and weapons, and he would often take her out on hunts, where they would fight side by side like a perfect team.

At first, Y/n was reluctant to return the Yautja's affections, but as she got to know him more, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His strength and power were undeniable, but there was something else about him that intrigued her, something that made her heart skip a beat every time he was near.

But one day, as they sat around a fire after a hunt, the Yautja revealed something that made Y/n's heart stop. He told Y/n that he had been watching her for a long time, that he knew everything about her, including the fact that she was expecting a Yautja pup.

For a moment, Y/n was stunned. She had never told anyone about her pregnancy, and she knew that it was a dangerous situation. But as she looked into the Yautja's eyes, she knew that he was different, that he would never hurt her or her pup.

And so, with a sense of relief and acceptance washing over her, Y/n allowed herself to be courted by the Yautja, knowing that they would create something beautiful and powerful together.

Chapter 3:

As Y/n's pregnancy progressed, the Yautja became even more devoted to her. He would spend hours grooming her, making sure that she was well-fed and taken care of, and even going so far as to build her a cozy little nest out in the wilderness.

Y/n loved the Yautja with all of her heart, and she knew that he would make a wonderful father to their pup. But there was something else that was weighing on her mind, something that she had been keeping hidden from the Yautja.

You see, Y/n's royal blood made her extremely powerful, more powerful than any other female in the Yautja clan. She had abilities that no one else had, including the ability to control natural elements, like fire and water.

But with great power came great danger, and Y/n knew that there were those who would seek to take advantage of her abilities. There were many who would try to possess her, to control her, to use her powers for evil.

And so, as she lay in her nest, waiting for her pup to be born, Y/n made a vow to herself. She would protect her family at all costs, no matter what. And she would use her powers to ensure that they were safe and free.

Chapter 4:

Days turned into weeks, and finally, the day arrived. Y/n was in labor, and the Yautja was by her side, supporting her in every way he could. As she pushed and groaned, she could feel her pup moving inside of her, eager to enter the world.

And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her pup was born. It was a beautiful little Yautja, with dark, gleaming armor and a fierce determination in its eyes. And as Y/n held her pup in her arms, she could feel the power in her blood, the strength that she had inherited from her royal lineage.

But even as she gazed down at her precious child, Y/n knew that danger was lurking just around the corner. As she had suspected, there were those who would seek to possess her and her family, to use their powers for their own purposes.

And so, as she lay in her nest, cradling her pup, Y/n made a vow to herself. She would protect her family with everything she had, no matter what. And she would fight to ensure that they were safe and free, using her incredible powers to defend them from any threat that came their way.

The Yautja watched her as she lay there, and he knew that Y/n was the most powerful female there was. He had chosen well in courting her, he was sure of that. As he gazed at her and his pup, he knew that they were his life now, and he would do anything to protect them.

#male yautja #yautja love #yautja x reader #yautja pup #female reader #reader pregnant #yautja

[fleshdyke]

new equo design + more info under the cut

equo’s story takes place in some sort of magic au some time between darkstalker and the main arc, somewhere around 1200 years after darkstalker was defeated. in this au, magic is a vague and widely defined concept separate from animus powers, and it’s a pretty normal thing and considered a gift. witchcraft is possible, but it’s considered very taboo to talk about.

equo’s father was a seawing and her mother a nightwing, and he’s the result of a failed attempt to resuscitate the nightwing population via hybrids. the idea was to raise hybrid nightwings on the mainland so they would grow up healthy and take them back to the volcanic island once they reached adulthood, but not all of the dragonets were found, and equo was one of the ones that was never brought back. the nightwings had meticulous records of every dragonet, though, and kept looking for her and any other missing nightwing hybrids.

they were raised by its father on a tiny islet in the bay of a thousand scales, hidden in a cave or bushes for most of the day. equo has always loved swimming, and while he was limited to a little cove for most of his dragonethood, she’s very good at it. they’ve always suffered from chronic pain, so he usually prefers walking to flying and swimming over all else, but she can fly and isn’t bad at it. equo’s always preferred meat over plants, no matter how much their father tried to get it to eat a much more plant-heavy diet like most seawings have. for the most part, equo grew up on fish, occasionally something else her father brought back like turtle or whale or seabird, but when he was old enough to fly and fend for herself, equo started to regularly hunt passing seabirds as they preferred a “meatier” taste as opposed to fishy like most of the stuff her father brought back. equo had always had an appreciation for the macabre, kept bones from prey as much as possible, and his father always encouraged it. when equo was ten, they set out on their own, at first sticking to the forested fringes of the sky kingdom where she could still regularly visit his father, but slowly migrating further inland and visiting less and less until they were completely self-sufficient.

at fifteen, equo lives in the woods between the sky kingdom and the rainforest, and has built himself a pretty good little home. she’s built her home half out of a cave, with a small coop of chickens and a couple small plots of crops. he’s built it all by hand and prides themselves on how sufficient she is with its talons. they also fashioned themselves leg braces to help with her chronic pain and wears them most of the time. she found a hobby in taxidermy and bone collecting, and spends a good chunk of his time doing just that. their house is decorated with taxidermy animals, wet specimens, disassembled and whole articulated skeletons, rocks and crystals she finds, random bones and pelts and feathers etc etc, tapestries she’s woven by hand, things like that. he’s most proud of his fullbody mounted stag and great horned owl, and has entire shelves of skulls on display. she has a colony of dermestid beetles for cleaning bones, as well as luna moth tents because they’re its favourite insect. she also has two pet crows that were both siblings found on the ground after their nest had been attacked by a predator, and they’re both very much bonded to him.

while equo was hatched on a full moon and granted seer powers, they didn’t manifest in the same way that an average nightwing’s would because of his seawing blood. she also practices witchcraft and necromancy, and is capable of bringing an animal back from the dead as long as the body is in good condition. they use witchcraft to make itself appear different to others, usually in a much more shadowy, fluid-like, monster-y form, but also sometimes can make herself appear invisible. he also likes to make light shows and other unnatural phenomena using his witchcraft, and sometimes even makes potions in a very traditionally witchy way. completely unknown to them, equo’s become known among the rainwings and more southern skywings as a sort of cryptid/monster that lives in the woods. she’s seen as a large, dark, spiny dragon that causes the death of any animals (and presumably dragons) it comes across, with glowing eyes and strange powers that allows him to teleport and be in multiple places at once. ironically, being a witch or necromancer isn’t part of her reputation. they’re completely unaware of the fact that other dragons know of it, much less that they’re scared of her. equo meets tiki after her hawk falls ill and she becomes desperate and seeks out the necromancer in the woods, but their full story is for another post.

#she’s sooo much lighter than he was before #as much as i liked the darker scales it made it much harder to draw them so yk #i do like their new design though. its cool #rambles #art #my art #wof #wings of fire #wof oc #wings of fire oc #nightwing #nightwing wof #seawing #seawing wof #my ocs #equo

[cloveroctobers]

Hello! I was thinking Carmen and black!reader who’s heavily pregnant and is like days away from giving birth. When her water breaks she has a home birth with her doula (who’s her best friend) and Carmy coaching her through the painful experience: kissing her forehead as she cries in pain.

ꨄ HOW CARMY IS DURING LABOR! ꨄ

A/N: decided to do these in my form of HCs since i’m kinda in a low mood and hopeful that Carmy being attentive to reader will lift it up some. Hope you don’t mind. Jeremy’s a dad so why not try to picture carmy as a dad too! Also know the bare minimum when it comes to labor so don’t slander me too much nurses/doctors/people in the medical field (not you Claire!) who may read this 😬

WARNINGS: mentions of the fear of parenthood & bodily fluids.

˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚

when carmy found out Sasha was pregnant, he definitely almost fell to his knees—almost like it didn’t take two to tango but anxiety is not a nice person.

He wanted to panic but he also knew he didn’t want Sasha to take his response the wrong way.

Sasha was on the side of wanting a family some day and she wasn’t “getting any younger,” but it definitely became as a surprise since Sasha and Carmy weren’t purposely trying to get pregnant.

Some may argue against that but mind your business!

There was so much going on but sometimes timing had a mind of its own andddd…shit happens!

Sasha and Carmy were having a baby and Sasha felt like she should have seen the signs especially having a best friend that’s a doula

and a mother on FaceTime questioning when her period was coming around.

Basically she’s been bloated as hell and her mother, always the vocal woman, was going to say something and did!

Was Sasha here for the slight body shaming…no? But her mother’s questions did bring up some thoughts, so she ended up purchasing a test or two after work.

It took some time for her to break the news to carmy, (about a week it took but he didn’t miss the off energy Sasha was putting out—she was snappy and carmy wasn’t in the mood to argue, not with her) expecting the conversation to be awkward and full of uncertainty thanks to childhood trauma that bled into his adulthood you know?

When he gained sound back into his ear and his vision back, he stuttered a bit as he asked Sasha to repeat what she just said to him while he’s messing around with some jeans in the kitchen.

“Uh…what-what did you say? Because if I heard you right, that’s not a funny joke to throw on me.”

“Well I’m not joking, bear. We’re having a baby.” Sasha gently said, getting off the couch with the hidden pregnancy test behind one of the pillows.

Carmy felt like his vision was leaving again as he held the two tests with shaky hands, blinking several times, he exhaled before pulling Sasha into his arms. “Shit, we’re gonna be somebody’s parents.”

“Correction: Fine ass parents. How’re you feeling?”

“Scared as hell, honestly.” “Me too.”

Sasha hugged him tighter.

The first half of the trimester? Complete trash! that Sasha had to resort to working from home after using some sick days being so ill she could barely keep her body upright

She also didn’t admit to the pregnancy to everyone else (even her own family) until it was deemed safe in the second trimester.

Looking back, it all seemed so simple compared to now.

Sasha was ready to pop yet she still had some energy left, “Lookin' for the hoochie daddies…”

“Where they at?” Her best friend and doula, Chantelle echoed in the living room while Sasha was dancing in the kitchen and gobbling down a grilled chicken Cesar salad.

Her biggest craving in the final stages of her pregnancy.

One squat too low and Sasha felt a stabbing cramp that had her gripping the counter, sucking air between her teeth.

“Hey, how’re we feeling?”

“Yup, baby boy just isn’t feeling this song, he’s just like his damn daddy already.” Sasha tried to laugh off as she continued hunched over the counter.

Chantelle wasn’t buying that as she pushed her notebooks and paper work to the side then made her way over to Sasha.

Her hands immediately went to Sasha’s stomach, something Sasha had to get used to—with Chantelle being so touchy feely. Guess it was a good thing that physical touch was her love language or whatever allowing her to apply just that in her profession but Chantelle hardly asked for permission lately.

She took it upon herself to figure out what maybe going on physically since Sasha wasn’t as vocal like everyone else in her family tended to be.

Sasha guessed she should have been thankful for Chantelle’s eager ways since she was the one who pushed Sasha to get tested for fibroids.

She was known for having painful periods going through her teenage years just to learn she had cysts at sixteen that had to be surgically removed

then to end up with hereditary fibroids right around the time she found out she was pregnant!

Wasn’t off to a great start, honestly.

Thankfully her pregnancy’s been pretty healthy given the circumstances and Chantelle attended the routine appointments with both Sasha and Carmy.

That gave them both a peace of mind.

Chantelle was phenomenal at what she does.

Sasha was days away from her due date but Chantelle could sense labor was on its way soon. It’s what she’s trained for and it was written in her eyes as she felt around Sasha’s swollen belly.

“Let’s sit you down, watch a show.” Chantelle offered, reaching to disconnect her phone from Bluetooth and ready to lead Sasha over to the couch so she could monitor these cramps.

Sasha was uncomfortable enough not to argue and slowly waddled to the couch, letting out a sigh as she slouched on the couch a bit, hoping to stretch her back a bit but winced after awhile of trying to sit up straight.

Chantelle was secretly sending texts to Carmy, giving him a heads up after more signs of cramps (which would soon be contractions) were making their way around and getting stronger each time.

The bear had its grand opening last year in late spring but it didn’t seem like business was going to slow down anytime soon…however carmy had to learn balance between the bear and having a family.

Which also caused friction from time to time between Sasha and Carmy but he tried harder to be better for the baby and the sake of their relationship

The last text Chantelle sent Carmy, he felt his heart race and knew now was the time. He basically cracked the screen of his phone at the news and had to gather himself, gaining the attention of his team.

Everyone was understanding and encouraging, even Richie!

but it was sugar who got his feet out the door.

“You’ll be alright, I know it. Slow and steady, eyes on the right now and not the what if’s, bear. We’ll be right here and I love you. Now go make me an aunt.” Sugar was all delicate smiles as she squeezed her baby brother’s shoulders.

She just gave birth to a beautiful baby girl a week before Christmas and Carmy was still trying to get his head wrapped around that.

He never thought he would be having a baby around the same time as his sister!

He never thought he would have a solid family. Yet Sasha changed everything for him and so would this baby.

Sasha’s a moaning mess, down on her knees in a praying motion which she used to joke about how her own father often did this when he got bad migraines.

Guess she was praying herself now to get through this!

She didn’t care to have this filmed like her mother originally wanted—this was a sacred moment and also horrifying due to a flashback of a birthing video she saw in health class years ago and watched a few story times on YouTube just to remind herself why birth scared tf out of her!

She wouldn’t have wanted anyone in the delivery room with her if she had a hospital birth.

She didn’t want people to see her like that but this isn’t something carmy wanted to miss.

He heard his own father missed his birth and Carmy didn’t want to bring that curse down to his child.

It was a shitty feeling to have and he discussed it in meetings but he couldn’t shake the feeling.

Would he be a good enough father when he didn’t know the first thing about healthy love?

He felt like he was doing okay with Sash but that didn’t mean those feelings completely went away. The self-doubt when it came to relationships with other people was such a bitch.

He could try to get through those issues but he knew it would probably always be there.

Yet he did the one thing Mr. Berzatto couldnt, he showed up, pressing a palm into the stretch of Sasha’s lower back, her immediately exhaling at his touch.

“I’m here, Sash-quatch.” Carmy whispered to Sasha who just nodded her head.

His bright blues went to Chantelle who says, “she’s handling herself very well, contractions are now four minutes apart. Pressing into her back like that helps relieve the pressure but when that next one hits, we’re gonna get her up onto her feet since she’s been down in that position for awhile now.”

“Um, o-okay. Yeah, I can do that.”

“You’re gonna be swell, just be in tune with her.” Chantelle encourages in all her bohemian glory as she double checks on her supplies for both mother and child.

Carmy takes a seat on the bed, leaning forward in the opposite direction as he presses both hands into Sasha’s lower back, “how we doing?”

She groans, slightly lifting her head as Carmy peeked at her from underneath his arm, “I’m so glad that I got this pixie cut three months into this shit, otherwise my kitchen would look crazy right now.”

Carmy’s lips twitched at that, eyes briefly scanning over her shortened hair, “well I’d think you’d still be pretty regardless…considering that you’re bringing a life into the world with us.”

“Oh,” she deeply exhales, “just wait until I shit myself.”

“What?” Genuine concern passed over Carmy’s features, “thats a thing?”

“Yes…guess you didn’t get too far into those books you were deep diving into huh?”

Carmy had his twenty minute naps to blame for that. Yes he brought a book or three on pregnancy and tried to save at least five minutes on his smoke breaks to read something.

He preferred that than the graphic YouTube videos Sasha sent, respectfully.

“Well, hopefully that’s not the case with you but…I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Famous last words.” Sasha joked just as Chantelle came over to encourage Carmy to get Sasha onto her feet.

Carmy kept assisting Sasha through the pressure, holding her belly from behind as they rocked side to side slowly. He wasn’t sure what exactly this did for the baby but it seemed to help Sasha and that’s what mattered to Carmy.

He tried his best to keep his cool but his heart rate definitely spiked up when Chantelle signaled minutes later that now was the time to get Sasha onto their bed.

Carmy tries to be Sasha’s security blanket although she’s constantly reminding him to breathe himself, head pressing into Carmy’s jaw as he’s glued right to her side while Chantelle checks how things are going down below.

“Yes! There’s a head full of hair I’m seeing. You’re ready, girl.” Chantelle says while she nods her head to carmy.

He turns to the item on his right, taking the rag from the bowl of water to squeeze out before wiping Sasha’s drenched forehead then allowing it to rest against her skin.

“Okay, here we go, Sash.” Carmy held his hand out for the woman to grasp while slipping another arm underneath her shoulders.

Chantelle helped Sasha get into position down below as she provides gentle words of encouragement while instructing her and Reminding her how to push and let them know when she was ready.

Best decision Sasha made having her best friend be her doula since she learned that her own mother had a crap doctor that she argued with when she gave birth to her.

Sasha didn’t want that experience at all.

The comfort of being in your own bed, lavender essential oil in the air, Solange playing in the background, and the guidance of Chantelle was all Sasha could ask for.

Carmy was just as patient as Chantelle, not minding at all how tight Sasha squeezed the nerves out of his hand

taking her pain to ease her’s was a win in his eyes.

And he’ll just pop some ibuprofen along with some ice later, no big deal.

“You got this, Sash. You’re almost there, just a few more like Telly said.” Carmy says as Sasha lays exhausted and slumped against his arm.

“It’s just us?”

“Just us three against the world, yeah. You just gotta get him there, you’re so close. You’re doing so well.” Carmy leans over to place a kiss to the corner of her head before sending one tap to her forehead, four taps to her nose, and three to her lips.

Which brought a smile to her lips along with the motivation to give two more big pushes that signaled a cry of welcome from their new bundle of joy.

Tears are thick in Carmy’s throat as Chantelle tends to their baby, cleaning him up.

“We did it,” Sasha croaks up at Carmy who breathes out a smile as he almost slides off the bed onto his knees himself, arms still locked around Sasha.

“He’s Ah, Sash. He’s perfect.” Carmy laughs a bit, moving his eyes away from what he could see of his child as he places a peck to Sasha’s lips.

“Here’s your parents little one,” Chantelle coos after checking him over for awhile as she hands over the baby to Sasha who instantly cradles him to her chest.

Carmy’s running his free hand through his tangled and oily hair as he’s in complete awe staring at the person he helped create.

This feeling was nothing he could have imagined.

When he held his niece, Abigail, he already knew he was going to love her but having his own child??

The best part of his heart was now on the outside in the arms of a woman he loved.

Baby berzatto kept his midnight blues locked on Sasha who was already in love but that didn’t stop him from reaching out to cup Carmy’s finger and held on.

Carmy brings his little hand up to his lips to kiss it, “I see you buddy, happy birthday.”

His eyes are glossy with tears as Sasha shifts her smile from baby berzatto to Carmy, seeing the adoration in his eyes.

“Look what we did…but he looks like me.”

“Yeah thank goodness for that, but he’s got my eyes and nose though.”

“Great, which means I’m going to be further jumpscared at night with his diaper changes.”

Carmy snorts with a roll of his eyes, “Ah, whatever, I’ll take his shit more than yours.”

“Did I?” Sasha’s craning her neck to see but Carmy is pressing his fingertips into the side of her shoulder to ease her.

Chantelle stands at the foot of the bed as she’s wiping her hands, “nope! Just some tearing but we’ll get you both to the hospital in a few. Just take this moment in you two.”

Carmy’s arm definitely fell asleep awhile ago underneath Sasha but with a roll of his wrist from time to time, he could deal with it.

He was just in awe watching baby berzatto who kept drifting from having his round midnight eyes wide open to fighting sleep.

“So…what now?” Carmy asks.

There’s that feeling, always waiting for the other shoe to drop but Sasha shushes him, slowly lifting up, alarming carmy who’s ready to push her back down to rest, “hey, what’re doing—

“You said what’s next? Hold our son: Bennett “Benny” Michael Berzatto.”

Carmy swallows the lump in his throat hearing the name out loud, “I—I don’t know.”

“He’s not letting go of you anyways so you might as well.”

This much was true, Benny didn’t seem to be letting go any time soon.

So Carmy carefully scooped the boy into his arms, Benny’s eyes quickly opening as he realized he was in his other parent’s arms and his grin was all too familiar before he closed his eyes again, squeezing Carmy’s finger tighter.

A kiss was placed onto Benny’s forehead and Carmy couldn’t help but to inhale his scent knowing he wasn’t letting go either.

Bennett “Benny” Michael Berzatto born June 12th 2024 at 6:42pm weighing in at 6lbs 7 oz and that’s the day Carmy’s life truly began to feel worth something.

And when he turned back to the tired woman who gave him the gift of Benny he couldn’t help but to thank her as she repeated 1-4-3 taps upon his face.

His lips kissed the pad of her finger in the end while he held their sleeping child.

A meaningful life suddenly became much more important than the constant waiting for something terrible to fall onto Carmy’s plate.

˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚ ˚ʚꨄɞ˚

Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

#requested #the bear #the bear s2 #the bear fx #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto #Carmen berzatto x black! reader #carmy berzatto x black! reader #sugar berzatto #natalie berzatto #carmy x Natalie #queued

[damianbugs]

I read your pinned Jason post and just wanted to comment on how smart and compassionate he was while also being emotional and occasionally brazen, and how his negative traits were exaggerated to make him appear destructive and doomed from the start. But one thing that got completely overlooked was how mature he was for a kid his age. Like he was a parentified kid taking care of him mom, he never once blamed her or Willis for their misfortune. Hell, Robin-Jason’s morals barely encompass petty crime, addiction, etc. as “evil” traits. Nowadays, this obsession with portraying Jason as a completely immature, hair-trigger, child in hysterics, and the emphasis on having "daddy issues" without directly clarifying what they are and where they stem from; is so dirty. it's as if the writers looked at fanon's soulless (also classist) interpretations of him and called it a day. Their misunderstanding of poverty and crime prevents them from offering nuanced perspectives on the subject (also because utrh was released during a spike in the War on Drugs era), so there exist a million canon and fanon works of the bats explaining poverty to the homeless guy. (this is also not me saying he's even been right as RH, but the fact that they refuse to add any nuance to the conflict outside of Bruce irritates me.)

perfectly put anon. HEAVY on the differing perspectives of what constitues as 'evil' crime robin jason had in comparison to, for example, bruce. he was an incredibly complicated and mature boy who was a victim to classist writing in every single aspect of his story. even after the introduction of tim drake and how he was basically the exact opposite of everything that made jason jason you get the feel of, oh, so even in death he is ridiculed for who he was.

'Their misunderstanding of poverty and crime prevents them from offering nuanced perspectives on the subject'

this is so real. i think a very recent example would be the 'cheer' story for batman urban legends, which, to my dismay, is often said to be the best jason writing in recent years (to which, uhm, task force z, hello!) because of how the entire situation with the boy and his father was handled. obviously the father was in the wrong, and jason knew that — but suddenly, all the compassion and reasoning jason has for being a character like the red hood is completely pushed away until AFTER he kills the guy. he mentions something along the lines of having orphaned a child and he can't believe he's done this or something and i was sat there like.. what on earth! not to mention the atrocious young jason writing which shows him contemplating murder(?!)

dc has this staggering inability to separate the idea of poverty with crime and again, it is almost laughable how it is not even hidden in subtext. it is very obviously there. children of drug addicts and criminals MUST be evil, for some reason, no we will not explain why.

i agree with you in that the real tragedy of red hood is that he's become a consequence of bruce as opposed to batmans mission. when he was first introduced dc were setting him up to be, what i believe, a permanent spot in the gotham rouge gallery. meaning he would have been developed and stayed separate as his own anti-hero for gotham, being the ultimate enemy that can never be defeated by batman and alike BECAUSE they are doomed to be on opposite sides of a solution.

that obviously never stuck. and now we get jason in stories he doesn't need to be in, or written terribly all in order to emphasise his broken relationship with the other bats. which, maybe, could be done well, but most the time, isn't. red hood aka angry red bat 'daddy issues' extraordinaire jason todd.

maybe one day we'll get a writer who truly loves what jason can mean to a place like gotham and respects his origin but also how that would affect him into adulthood. one day.

#dc meta #red hood #jason todd #robin ii #character study #classism

[contentloadingandstuff]

I said I had ideas so here is one of em.

Beidou x reader. Reader was a crewmember on board a ship of your discretion, for some reason, there was a group of crewmembers that just did not like the reader and one day they shove him overboard. He spends the next day in the freezing waters. Right when as he begins to go under, he is pulled up onto the Alcor by Beidou.

The Hunt for Forgotten Treasure - Beidou & GN!Reader

A/N: There's some Necro AU in there. Hope you don't mind! Enjoy.

CW: (Not canon) Necro AU inclusion.

The endless waters of the oceans hide unspeakable treasures. 

From your earliest days you took interest in the overwhelming vastness of them. You spent ages browsing through books about adventures, sea life and legendary sailors who ruled the seas of Teyvat in days gone by. You eagerly dived in the waters of Inazuma, marveling at the colorful fish swimming by. When you were young, every rock and every pile of sand seemed like a potential treasure stash. Though the disappointment was usually what you got out of digging them up, your desire for discovery never wavered. 

When you finished education in your early adulthood, you left Watatsumi Island behind in search of a legend you heard from your late mother. You promised her once, as merely a teen, that you would bring about all the treasure hidden under a particular island in the far North. You planned to stay true to your words. 

Using your oceanology knowledge, you made a fortune by catching and selling rare plant and animal species, sourced straight from the darkest depths of the ocean. Your Hydro Vision made the gathering process far easier. Having amassed the necessary funds, you bought a large ship to sail to the island your notes pointed to. 

Then the war came. 

Since, as a citizen of Watatsumi, you couldn't do business in the Shogunate. You were still missing a crew. With nothing to turn to, you settled for a more… shady team. Using your money to purchase good intel, you picked out a more honorable ronin leader. They agreed to man your ship for a hefty sum of money, which wasn't a problem for you. 

When you showed your maps and guides, you were met with plenty of suspicion from your second hand. The Kairagi didn't believe in legends or myths, but because of the sum you offered, he kept quiet. Until one night, that is. 

When you reached Inazuma's border, you had to face the storm the Shogun called forth. You steeled yourself, and ordered the crew to push on. Only because of the secret scrolls' guidance did you manage to come out on the other side. Yet there were casualties. This strained the leader's patience beyond limit, and he plotted a scheme against you. 

On a starless night, they dragged you out of bed, and, still in your nightgown, threw you off board when you refused to give them a straight way to the treasure you sought. You couldn't give them the answer - you still had to figure it out yourself. But they didn't care. So, the ship changed its capitan, and the only things you were left with were your clothes and the gallons of icy water around you. The Kairagi was honorable, however. Well, it's an overstatement - but he was indeed kind enough to throw you a board to hold on to. 

You knew the ocean would be your end from the first minute. The frigid water attacked your vulnerable, beaten body, slowly stripping you of all the feeling. Your arms grew weaker with each hour, the sun mercilessly shining down on your exposed neck. Your wounds, dealt to you by the hard fists of the traitorous mercenaries you hired, hurt, making holding on even more difficult. But the feeling - or rather lack thereof - of nothingness under your feet kept you desperately clutching your plank. 

After two days or so, you passed out from thirst, only to wake up in a soft and warm bed. 

Among the people moving around, dressing your wounds, you recognized a familiar figure. Tall, brown hair, characteristic hair pin and an eye cover all made Beidou quite the recogniseable character. She struck up a conversation shortly after you’ve woken up, bringing with her a refreshing cup of fresh water. Only then, driven more by thirst than the desire to keep your purpose secret, you finally opened your mouth and took out the only thing you managed to save from your research - a small, golden compass. Truth be told, its safe keeping cost you about eight broken teeth, but it was worth it. 

After having the best water of your life, you told Beidou about how you got here. Ever the curious adventurer, she asked you about the point of the voyage. You had to think about giving the explanation, but taking into account her reputation as an honorable capitan, you gave in. 

You described the legend about the three Lyres of the Anemo Archon your mother told you all those years ago. She heard it when she was young, and still lived in the city of freedom. The story described three powerful artifacts, created by the Anemo Archon himself. According to it, Barbatos created them to describe the world - each could be used to play a tune carrying more meaning than any amount of words. The first of them, Lyre of the Heavens, was made to tell of all the hopes, dreams and emotions of sapient beings. It sang praise of the soul and the mind, capable of comprehending and interpreting the world. The second was the Lyre of the Earth. It’s music told of life and its many forms. Whenever the archon played it, plants would grow and flowers would bloom at his feet. The final artifact was the Lyre of the Void. The notes caused life to wither away and fade. Though it was played only one time, the song contained a truth about the point of life, and Barbatos’ people would live out every day as if it were their last, understanding that death would inevitably claim them one day. 

When The War came to Mondstadt, the Archon was severely injured by War himself, and retreated deep into the city. His color guard, as few in number as they were, fought valiantly to defend their ruler. Though the undead were seemingly unending, Barbatos was kept safe long enough to make his escape and secure the Lyre of Heavens, the most powerful of them all. After many long hours of grueling combat, the guard fell, and the remaining items fell into the hands of the dead. While the Lyre of Void was destroyed for its strings, the Lyre of Earth was - allegedly - taken as a trophy to “the lands in the far North, where the candle of life burns the weakest”, along with all the looted treasures of Mondstadt. 

Beidou, having been to Mondstadt before, confirmed that the Lyre of Heavens remains inside the cathedral more or less intact. That gave her enough of a reason to believe the legend, and she agreed to seek out the artifact with your guidance. To find the Lyre the golden compass was needed, and it would not work without samples of all eight elemental gemstones. The first seven weren’t a problem as the experienced alchemists were able to acquire those from common elemental creatures. It was the onyx gemstone that was the issue. 

To obtain it, you and Beidou sailed to a remote island, famous for its many tombs and burial mounds of gods and humans alike. On the starless night, you arrived to find not only the slaughtered remains of your former employees, who were oblivious to the dangers of the journey, but also to the sight of many tens of undead horrors. Although Beidou and her men fought valiantly, they took plenty of casualties, with a handful of her sailors succumbing to their injuries. The sight of the small, black shard siphoned from a strange, spherical device was enough to convince Beidou to push forward however. 

As you made your way North, far past Mondstadt’s plains and Snezhnaya’s icy coasts, restlessness grew among the crew. Your character caused quite the controversies, and plenty of sailors felt a growing disdain towards you. Seeing this, Beidou quickly quieted down the coming mutiny. Ever since she raised her voice in your defense, not one of them has questioned your motives ever since.

As soon as you hit the rocky shores of that forgotten realm, you rushed to action. Time was limited, because the inhabitants could easily sense the disturbance of their familiar, lifeless homeland. Through the muddy, half frozen swamps your team went, but at last - you stood before a door, bearing the same mark as the one you saw in Mondstadt’s chronicle and your purchased ancient texts. With a short incantation you knew by heart, you opened the treasury to the somewhat underwhelming sight of about thirty dusty chests. 

Ordering the team to take as much as they can carry, you made your way back to the coast. 

Seeing your return, every single sailor came ashore to see the contents of the chests. Since you knew they were most likely trapped, you volunteered to be the one to open them. It was your journey, your dream, so it was obvious that you would be the one to pay the price should anything happen. Inside the first chest, you found the Lyre of Earth, preserved in perfect condition. In all the others there were treasures - coins, necklaces and gemstones. As you finished opening them all, you grabbed a golden chalice from one of them, filling it to the brim with gold and precious gemstones.You went to Beidou. Getting on your knee before her, you offered her the chalice. 

Beidou, roaring with triumphal laughter, took up the gift.

With her action you were also accepted into the crew for good.  

Thanks for reading!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin imapct necro au #genshin necro au #necro au #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact beidou #genshin beidou #fluff #beidou #beidou x reader #kinda? #platonic ship

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Have random character references even though I don’t draw and I highly doubt most people care about the information 👍🏻😂

Abel - Dirty blonde hair, light blue eyes, chiseled and weathered face. Muscular but slim, a little shorter than the average Hylian man, very mild tan due to just being out in the sun so much. He mostly burns in the sunlight but he’s cooked himself enough that his skin is attempting to compensate. (Hopefully LoZ has magic skin cream to stave off skin cancer 👍🏻) Has a few scars, including one small one on his chin from being hit in battle. The rest are hidden. Used to keep his face clean shaven and his hair short in his early adulthood. Lost all concern for appearances after the Calamity, his hair is grown a little past his shoulders and he’s constantly got five o’clock shadow because he barely keeps up with shaving. Grew out a beard out of sheer neglect at the beginning but it eventually was itchy and annoying enough that he shaved it.

Was a Knight of Hyrule since he was a teenager. Met his wife on an assignment to Hateno Village. Was part of the entourage selected to go to Zora’s Domain for negotiations. Brought his son, Link, along. Eventually, his skill in battle, leadership, and handling political assignments earned him a position in the Royal guard. He became captain of the royal guard a year before the Calamity.

Tilieth - Light blonde curly hair, brown eyes, freckles, soft and rounded face. Petite build. Has three ear piercings on one ear and two on the other because when she was a teen she heard three piercings was good luck as it symbolizes the golden goddesses, but the third piercing hurt so much she opted out of the other ear and completely forgot to finish the set. Always kept her hair in knotted half up styles with braids until the Calamity. Her hair got caught in debris of demolished buildings and she cut it with a knife and she’s never worn it down since. It’s always in a bun, however messy it might be.

Tilieth was the only daughter of a blacksmith. She loved making things, most especially clothes. She wanted to make clothes for others as well and considered working in the local shop. After getting married she settled for homemaking and was happy with it, though she loved the idea of traveling and seeing everything the world had to offer. She still made clothes too, for family and friends. When Link was little, a bad illness swept through Hateno, and Til caught it. Her parents took care of her while Abel looked after Link and continued with his duties. Once Til recovered and Abel’s mission to the Donain was over, the family got to spend some time together again. Was in Hateno with Lyra and her father when the Calamity struck.

Link, the Hero of Power - Hyrule Warriors Link’s direct predecessor. Half-Sheikah (his dad) half-Hylian (his mom). Platinum blonde hair, red eyes, light brown skin. One of the tallest Links, but slender and stealthy. Always clean shaven. Wore his hair up in a bun.

Not much is known about this Hero by the War of Eras, except that he helped split Ganondorf’s soul to prevent the cycle from continuing. Lana knows a lot more about him than anyone else, though she doesn’t speak of it. Some things that were lost to history included his role in fighting a war against the Gerudo, and his eternal love for the future Gerudo Chief, Hemisi - Ganondorf’s daughter.

Princess Zelda - Also known as the Sacred Diplomat, she is the princess who helped split Ganondorf’s soul in the backstory to Hyrule Warriors. Wavy, shoulder length chocolate brown hair that she often wears in elaborate buns with braids. Somewhat pale complexion, cool skin tone with traditional emerald skin paint that she always wore on her face and neck and arms. Typically wore light blue gowns.

As Queen she unified Hyrule after a bloody war. She is known in history as one of the best of the royal line. She even managed to maintain a shaky neutrality with the Gerudo after the war’s end. She strengthened bonds with the Sheikah through her marriage to one of their own. She is the standard to which many queens are held to. But there is much to her diplomacy that was lost to history.

Chief Hemisi - Leader of the Gerudo after her father’s defeat. Chestnut skin, fiery red mid back length hair that she usually kept in a high bubble ponytail, amber eyes. Six feet tall, very muscular, though not quite to the degree of botw Gerudo women. She had more of a Hylian build, like the Gerudo of OoT. Her ears were pointed, and she had a special earring she always wore that had been given to her by her father. On her other ear she wore an earring decorated with a symbol of the triforce, as she inherited the Triforce of Power after helping defeat her father.

Lost her family to the war that broke out because of Ganondorf. Was in love with Link. Helped defeat her father and seal him away. Was not the same person afterward. Had a twin brother who had been groomed to inherit the throne of the Gerudo, and so she had focused on being a warrior. When her brother was killed in the war alongside her mother, her situation changed quickly. Became chief and helped maintain an uneasy peace between Hyrule and the Gerudo, but did not like or trust the Queen.

#blood of the hero #good ganondorf #these guys are on my mind but I’m not in a space to write so #Have random things about them #abel #tilieth

[sharpth1ng]

When do you think Billy realizes he's autistic? do you think he would actually get a formal diagnosis?

This goes one of two ways imo.

1. Billy gets a formal diagnosis young because he’s an obvious autistic kid

This one is more likely if Billy is cis, because it’s a lot easier for AMAB kids to get diagnosed than it is for AFAB kids, especially in the 80’s when he would have been a kid. Also, an autism diagnosis would have made it a lot harder for him to access transition (which is a stupid but unfortunate reality).

In this case I think Nancy is just an attentive mother and notices some places Billy is struggling so she brings him for assessment. It’s the 80s/90s and the internet doesn’t exist the way it does now, so Billy might know he’s autistic but he probably wouldn’t be open about that or have the kind of language to describe his experience that we have now- meltdowns, sensory overload, ect.

Those are concepts that come from autistic communities because historically diagnosticians have been neurotypical and tend to label us based on where they are “deficits” so the language is more like “social difficulties and restricted interests and patterns of behaviour” (never mind the fact that many of us have restricted patterns of behaviour because we are avoiding sensory triggers- that’s a conversation for another day).

In this version he grows up knowing he’s autistic but all the information he gets about it is from neurotypicals and is framed in that “but you can overcome it and be totally normal” kind of way which can be really easy to internalize if you don’t have contact with other autistic folk. If you’re capable of masking at all, people start going “well I couldn’t tell!” like it’s a compliment, which just feels patronizing as hell, but you only realize it’s patronizing when you’re exposed to the idea that “normal” is both a deeply biased concept and also not something that exists objectively. It turns your identity as an autistic person into something that should be hidden which sucks. Dude doesn’t need more shit to hide.

2. Billy doesn’t get a formal diagnosis and doesn’t consider himself autistic until adulthood

This version is more likely with trans Billy for the reasons listed above. This one also hinges on the fact that he’s growing up in the 80s, when there is significantly less widespread knowledge about autism.

In my family I am the only person with a formal diagnosis, and the other family members I have who I believe are also autistic are much older and they just got treated as “weird, sensitive”. I don’t think they considered diagnosis because they were able to survive despite having some really obvious difficulties that could have been dealt with or accommodated if they had considered themselves autistic.

I think given when he grew up this could easily have been Billy’s experience, and again, with no internet he wouldn’t have access to those concepts or that language until much later in life. It would have been “he’s just standoffish and really into movies” rather than “he struggles with neurotypical social expectations and he has a special interest in movies.”

Anyways this was a long, ramble answer, hopefully it makes sense!

#autistic billy loomis #debaser fanfic #stuilly #ask

[goodieghosty]

Just gonna drop more vamp au stuff here

Janus definitely got himself stuck somewhere when a youngling and had no choice but to subsist on the blood of the creatures there. Namely snakes. It definitely made him... odd. But how would he know that if a young vampire drank only the blood of one particular species that they would develop their characteristics? It was meant to be an old vampy wive's tale to get born vampires to not be so picky with their food. But it turns out, uh, y e a h. No. Pretty true

Born vampires age super, super slowly until they reach adulthood. Janus is so old.

He also lost a fang to a rival vampire back in the day, yes it was absolutely during that attack where he and Virgil were split up. A vampire can't just, regrow their fangs if they're removed, unfortunately.

Janus has only turned three people. And those would be Virgil, Remus, and now Roman. And all three of them had been on the brink of death when he found them. Was it because he wanted someone to do his bidding? To expand his coven? Was he showing mercy? Or did he want someone else to share in his long lived sorrow?? Who knows

Janus has cheated death many times. He's a legend in the vampire community. He's smart. He's gotten to the stage of vampirism where the only way to destroy him would be to chop every part of him up, set them ablaze, and set the ashes in the ocean. Every. Part. That's the kicker. But as if he'd tell anyone where he's hidden whatever he's removed from himself.

It's definitely a hand. Or, well, a few hands. He kinda didn't think through the regeneration process the first few times he's been murked. Listen I just wanted him to have multiple hands to just, randomly pop up to cause hijinks.

Onto less uh, gruesome things.

Janus can withstand indirect sunlight. And he does so, all the time. Because now he has the overwhelming urge to lie on a warm rock that's been baking in the sun

He absolutely sleeps suspended, upside down.

Hypnosis is his thing and yes he absolutely uses it to convince butchers or hospitals to give him blood. He doesn't really like hunting nowadays, but he's damn good at it

What happened to his family, you ask? Weeeell they had a nasty fight between the generations and their numbers dropped significantly. Some of them fled to make their own coven, which would then become the coven that attacked Janus on multiple occasions because he refused to join them after leaving on his own accord. He wanted his own thing.

Janus has had many lovers, but never turned any of them. He does not believe in turning someone "out of love". "You wish to spend eternity with me? Do you even know what that entails? It's awfully boring."

#goodie talks #vamp au #sanders sides #janus sanders #vampire #blood mention #death mention

[belit0]

 Edo Travel

Based on Junsui's amazing work. They're my favorite TobiIzu artists and all what they create inspires me to write, so here goes and adorable AU!

Pairing: Uchiha Izuna / Senju Tobirama

It was one thing to be summoned from the pure lands to fight a war, wearing his last living moment’s appearance but actually being dead.

It was quite another for his Hiraishin to mix with the Fourth Hokage’s and have Tobirama somehow travel back in time, still in his Edo Tensei form.

He was supposed to fight against the idiot Madara, and now the Senju is clearly stuck in the past.

It is recognizable by the scenery, one painfully familiar and memorized from his early years of life.

Now his mind is quickly trying to conjecture a way back to the present, or whatever that is, as Tobirama reminds himself: he was happily dead before this whole shit show.

Border River is the best place he could have gotten to appear in this time, since no one should spot him so as not to alter the course of events. How things happened for his life to end up being the way it was.

“Senju!”

And there goes the only rule he was bound to follow, acknowledging that voice anywhere, even with his eyes closed.

Tobirama is taking a deep breath before turning around and facing Izuna, when it’s the Uchiha’s sword which slashes his head from behind.

Rude.

Papers flying in the air, a few seconds pass until decapitation is fully reversed, Senju’s head growing back on his shoulders smoothly.

Tobirama exhales audibly as he turns, seeing the youthful face of an Izuna who looks to be in his nineteenth years.

Much younger than when he died under his blade a lifetime ago.

“You’re still the same pompous fool, now aren’t you? Striking from the back is dishonorable even for you, Uchiha.”

Crossing his arms and making use of his superior size, Tobirama feels satisfaction.

They were always equal, struggling to outdo each other but never succeeding. As Izuna now stands there, eyes wide open and an expression of horror for what he has just witnessed, Senju knows he has the upper hand.

His opponent is younger than him, the albino having passed away well into his adulthood. Making a living out of training disrespectful children and molding them into loyal warriors gives him enough patience not to slap the other right there and then.

“But-But… why…! your he-ead! I...!”

“You can’t kill someone who’s already dead, Izuna.”

And there goes again his strategy of not altering past events, as his opponent walks backwards on wobbly legs and falls sitting down when stumbling over a root, his terrified glance fixed on him.

But on second thought, perhaps this is no coincidence. Maybe the best way to defeat Madara is by preventing his pain.

Complicated task when this time’s Tobirama is on the other side of the river, trying to create the Jutsu which will murder Izuna years later.

“Up, brat. You and I will save the world from your demented brother.”

The Uchiha doesn’t really weigh anything; it dawns on the white-haired man as he lifts him up and places him over his shoulder, unable to handle Izuna’s inoperativeness for much longer.

His rival kicks and screams, demanding to be put on the ground and thrusting his sword into Tobirama’s torso. Tons of papers fly into the air until this Senju decides he’s had enough, using his Hiraishin to reach the cave hidden behind the river waterfall.

Only then does the Uchiha fall silent, trying to process how they moved so quickly from one side to the other.

Setting him down with a gentleness this idiot doesn’t deserve, Senju sits opposite him.

“Now you shall listen to me, and you shall listen carefully. I will train you to best me, dodge the blow which will end your wretched life. In return, you will let my younger self live. What became of your brother is something which might mine, and I don’t plan on returning to this awful world to fight Anija.”

Izuna holds his body with both hands on the ground, as if trying to move away from the revived man in front of him.

“What the hell are you talking about, Senju! Aniki is fine he-“

A large hand full of cracks squeezes Uchiha’s cheeks, making his words catch on his tongue. His face still keeps baby features, and Tobirama condemns the day he found his love for teaching.

“Shut up.”

After a long explanation and practical demonstrations to confirm his story, Tobirama gets the brat to believe him, realizing the gravity of the situation.

“How am I supposed to pick up dodging a teleportation technique?! And what the fuck were you thinking coming up with something like that!”

A little more relaxed on account of his Uchiha being on the same tune, this albino leans back against one of the cave walls, safe in the knowledge there won’t be any more flying swords toward his fake body.

“We are to do two things. First, you train your lazy ass to be able of evading and countering any attack. Second, and as much as I dislike setting my mark on an Uchiha, you will have my protection.”

That's how time passes, and Izuna shows up every day at the river cave to train with him.

His Hiraishin seal lies imprinted on the back of the Uchiha's neck, hidden by his hair. Thus, if his rival cannot escape that fatal blade's edge when the day comes, Tobirama can quickly remove him from the scene.

Being a dead man in the living's world is awfully boring, lacking any need to feed himself or go to the bathroom to entertain his head with anything.

When Izuna is gone, hours drag by slowly and tedious, darkness invading his mind as memories from the past come flooding back to him.

If the Jutsu has not been undone and the Edo tensei still stands, it means whatever Madara's plan was; he fulfilled it. Otherwise, that snake man who summoned him along with the others would have already broken the technique, allowing them to rest.

His rival loosens up around him, no longer acting so cautious and gaining confidence with his presence. Izuna is like a light every time his noisy presence pops up in the cave.

He bolts fond of him, angry at his past self for being so ignorant and not appreciating the one who stood in front.

Whose life he took.

Tobirama follows his little Izuna whenever he can't visit him, usually because of encountering an enemy clan to fight.

He convinces himself he is doing it only to protect the future they are trying to shape, but there is no way he can fool himself. He truly cares.

Proud as he watches Izuna strike down enemy after enemy, being much faster than he used to thanks to him, his eyes are always on the lookout in case he has to drag his Uchiha out of battle, making use of his technique to save his life.

The same technique which stole it.

Izuna even spent certain nights with him, escaping from the overprotective Madara to curl up against his assassin and sleep with him, even though Tobirama cannot find his dreams in this state.

With the Uchiha lying on his chest and between his legs, the Senju realizes killing him was the worst mistake of his entire life.

Their fateful meeting finally arrives, the albino being his pupil's shadow as he hides among the trees.

Seeing himself as a young man feels strange, but what makes him enraged is the hatred and anger his eyes project on the person he grew to love.

Such an idiot.

It takes a tremendous effort for him not to show up in the fight and get his Uchiha out of there when young Tobirama uses the damn Jutsu.

But a big smile of pride adorns his features when his rival smoothly sidesteps him, knocking out his attacker with the handle of his sword and placing a foot on his back when he falls to the ground.

"Aniki! It's time for you to accept that fucking peace treaty!"

It stunned all the warriors, a triumphant Izuna over his unconscious enemy.

Then a dazzling light falls from the sky, enveloping the revived Tobirama in a flash which sends him ascending into the air.

As the papers composing his body disappear, the corpse used for his summoning is revealed. While setting off for the pure lands, the Senju watches as his Uchiha caresses the hair of his former self lovingly, even as everyone looks at them blankly.

Past was changed, and the future awaiting them will be much better than what they had.

Of that, Tobirama is sure.

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Why Rococo and the Unbread Twins should absolutely be best friends

Point 1: They've all been locked away somewhere for years

Rococo has been trapped in the walls of Sweetheart's castle for all of his young adulthood, and Doughie & Biscuit have been stuck in Breaven for centuries. They're all touch-starved and lonely, the Unbread Twins having only each other while Rococo has nobody. He deserves bread deities to help him out and they deserve a funny elf who can make them feel better and draw them pictures. They've all hidden away from the outside world for years and are still recovering from their time spent isolated, so can help each other through the healing process and bond over experiences

Point 2: They're all terrible at social interactions

Rococo is overdramatic, has quickly fluctuating moods and a fragile state of mental stability, and has no clue on how to communicate with people anymore. The Unbread Twins are formal, speaking in a manner considered odd by everyone else and communicating as one entity, and they have no clue on how to communicate with people anymore. Together, these three's horrible social skills would balance out so they can just blurt out the most random stuff and have the longest stretches of silence without anything getting weird or awkward. They help each other out of talking to people when it's unnecessary and they're uncomfortable, work on improving, and don't care that the others are horrible at social cues & having normal conversations

Point 3: Rococo is rich

Wait a second here, and hear me out. After Doughie and Biscuit leave Breaven and go out into Headspace, they end up at the Last Resort. There, they get addicted to gambling and lose all of their clams- "we're not very good at this, are we Biscuit?- so they're left with no money. Since Pluto is a travel agency and the taxi driver a taxi, it would make sense that they charge for their services, but the Unbread Twins don't have anything to pay with, so they're kind of stuck and really regretting their choice to leave Breaven. Meanwhile, Rococo's been gathering 106,000 clams solely from Omori and co's commissions. He's rich, and now he's perfected his artistic ability so he's only going to earn more. If they become friends, he can help them out with money :)

Point 4: They can travel together!

Since the three of them have been trapped in one place for so long, they'd love exploring Headspace together. They can feel familiarity and a little bitterness at seeing Orange Oasis again, marvel at how pretty Otherworld is (Rococo totally drags them along to the junkyard to get inspiration for his art), avoid SWH's castle like the plague until the two of them help Rococo confront her and they explain why locking someone in the walls for years is a really terrible thing to do (she doesn't really care about them but she's hardly going to anger the literal gods she grew up learning about & respecting). They look around Deeper Well and meet Snaley and fawn over him bc he deserves it. They pay a visit to Vast Forest and enjoy its tranquility, especially in the little sky island windmill area. Kite Kid's chill with them. All of them get reacquainted with the world they've missed while finding new changes along the way! They'd make such good travel buddies <3 (Rococo pays for everything afjdbhdk <33)

Point 5: The Unbread Twins can bake

Look, I love Rococo, but he's definitely an atrocious cook. The guy's been living off of old, stale toast on the dungeon floors for years, and 1) that's probably the souls of the skeletons Sweetheart executed which is super messed-up, & 2) old toast is really gross. No butter or anything ick. Just soggy, stale lumps of burnt-ish bread. Then the Unbread Twins make him actually good bread and Rococo adores it. He's not had real food in years and they've been perfecting their baked goods since the beginning of the universe. They give him food that is actually edible and tasty and teach him how to use a holy oven/kitchen and forgive him when he burns the bread and sets the oven on fire and has a minor breakdown about it <3

Point 6: Rococo can potentially understand Biscuit

Since he grew up in Orange Oasis, where the Unbread Twins were essentially worshipped, he probably knows quite a bit about their history. It seems that Biscuit's way of speaking is a language in of itself, and one that could be derived from a more ancient period in OO. Growing up there, Rococo and Sweetheart could have learnt it, so Rococo has the potential to be able to understand what Biscuit is saying :)

Point 7: They're all chaotic messes

The Unbread Twins look at a group of children and are immediately convinced that they're living bread that's come back to haunt the two of them. Rococo looks at the same group of children and immediately begs them to listen to his tragic backstory. Doughie and Biscuit leave their prison for the first time in centuries and immediately get a gambling addiction. Rococo gets a hobby and immediately starts progressing at the speed of light until he can make hyper-realistic paintings out of a random paintbrush he found in the walls. Doughie and Biscuit immediately lose everything they own as a result of the gambling addiction. Rococo gets rich and immediately upgrades his wall room instead of actually moving out. They're all idiots and disasters and they would get along so well. Who has the braincell today? Probably Bowen, but who knows?

Point 8: They all believe that have a set purpose in life and need to overcome that idea

Rococo has apparently 'known' since he was a baby that the only reason he exists is to repopulate his species. Doughie and Biscuit have been doomed since the start of time to spend forever locked away baking bread. However, Rococo's courting of Sweetheart ends horribly and there's no other elf to make babies of the species with anyway. And the Unbread Twins are absolutely miserable baking bread every second of their lives. Rococo finds a new purpose in art, but then he masters it insanely quickly, so is left with nothing to do. Doughie and Biscuit decide to leave Breaven after their confrontation with Omori, but have no purpose anymore (or money lol). Together, they can find new goals and figure out that hey, maybe they don't need a predetermined function to base their entire existences off of

There's so much more to explore with this dynamic, from Rococo and Spaceboy having a We're Both Sweetheart's Exes Omg moment while Doughie and Biscuit hover protectively in the background to Rococo giving these emotionally 16 gods a parental figure. Well. He's more of the chaotic weirdo uncle, but still. There's no way that the twins have developed mentally or emotionally at all when they've spent their lives trapped making bread with 0 guidance or learning and they're literally immortal so most likely age a lot slower. They're also all predominantly sad emotion-wise, the Unbread Twins' emotional state going from sad -> depressed -> miserable in their fight while Rococo cries over the idea of being left alone again and at memories of his past. They deserve to find happiness together :")

Let them be friends and go on adventures together <33 They have such a fun dynamic to explore <333

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